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[Honey Wildfire]

CHAPTER ONE
Time: 5:00 pm. Friday October 11
Weather: Sunny - low 70's - low wind
PROVIDENCE CITY MAP


xxROMANO FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 6:00 sharp at the Devil's Den, which is located downtown in the central area of the city. In its previous life, the location was a bank. However, the bank was victim of a bloody robbery that left the site in ruin. No one wanted to touch the site until Romano came along. They used the giant doors as a sign of luxury and turned the back vault into a private meeting room. The bar is in the first room as you enter and a kitchen to the left, behind the bar. ( If you want more images please see the album ) Obviously, the back room will be reserved for the Romano family while the front is open to normal company.

xxSGORIA FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 6:00 sharp downtown at the Pussycat, which is located in central area of the city. The main room is full of plush chairs for patrons. Girls walk around serving drinks, while others are floor entertainers and offer lap dances. Behind the big blue velvet curtain is the changing room for the girls. Those that are not performing or currently "working" slum it in here. There is a bar in the main room and music pounds through the entire establishment. Working girls never use their real names and a DJ in the left calls out their names before they walk down the catwalk. For the night, the building will be closed. They will have the entire business for their own play.


xxLUCCHESTA FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 7:00 sharp at the Jade Dragon, which is located in Bayview of the city. The opening room has a check-in desk, standard playing tables, and a bar upstairs with seats to look over the games below. A side room is for higher stakes players. For even more privacy, a private room for parties or ultra plush customers. There is a stage on the first floor for dancers and concert performances. Upstairs are standard hotel rooms and penthouse suites. The casino will be open for the public but a single private playing room will be open for the gang to play a round of games or just mess around. Hostesses can serve drinks or food to order and later the party will be moved to the Penthouse suite. Any who need to crash will need to take it up with the boss, who can always squeeze them in for a room or perhaps a couch in the penthouse.


xxDIOGAURDI FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 6:00 sharp at Jo's Gym, which is located in Ingleside of the city. Though it looks like a run down place, the gym has been home to a lot of famous fighters. The sound system is up to date and there will be catering for the event. The gym will be close to the public and with tinted windows you can cause all kinds of trouble without any worries. To make things more interesting, whomever is the number one fighter by the end of the night will win a special cash prize of 150k from a generous benefactor. You can choose not to participate but there are also other games to be had. There will also be a food eating contest for a meager prize of 5k and a special roast to the boss.


xxOCEANO FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 6:30 at the Boardwalk in front of the Merry-Go-Round. The Boardwalk is located in the Marina/Ironside of the city. The park will be close to the public, but all rides will be open. There are no supervisors so don't do anything too stupid on the rides. Once you meet up, or before, you are free to play on the Boardwalk as you would like. There will be Italian food catering in the Ballroom, second floor of the furthest building to the left. Arcade games will still cost money but all other games are free. The game of the night is a scavenger hunt, which must be done in pairs. Even the boss does not know where things are so don't think of cheating. Winner gets to choose a slave for the night.
1. Get a ring from the Merry-G-Round - 10 pts.
2. Take a picture top of the Ferris Wheel - 20 pts.
3. Ride the log ride (Wipeout) and get soaked - 15 pts.
4. Ride the Giant Dipper and make a funny face on your picture - 20 pts.
5. Find a sandal - 10 pts.
6. Get high score on an arcade game - 30 pts.
7. Make a sandcastle and take a picture - 25 pts.
8. Destroy a sandcastle - 10 pts.
9. Ride the Sea Swings and lose a shoe to roof of the Funland Arcade - 25 pts.
10. Make your own cotton candy - 30 pts.
11. Win a stuffed animal - 20 pts.
12. Get a hole in one on the last hole of Minature Golf (gives you a ticket) - 30 pts.
13. Raid the lost and found clothes - 20 pts.
14. Vomit on the Cyclone - 30 pts.
15. Eat a piece of gum from the ground - 15 pts.
16. Call the cops - 15 pts. Piggy back ride from cop - 50 pts.
17. Lick a mannequin's a** - 10pts.
18. Sing "Yankee Doodle" with a megaphone while riding Double Shot - 25 pts.
19. Faceplant someone else in their food - 30 pts.
20. Try on lipstick - 10 pts. Full face make-up - 40 pts.
21. Get kicked in the balls - 20 pts.
22. Steal someone else's underwear - 20 pts
23. Skinny-dip in the ocean - 30 pts.
24. Do 25 push ups - 25 pts.
25. Dig a 3-foot hole. Jump in it and get buried to your head - 20 pts.
26. Eat a boogie - 20 pts.
27. Wedgie - 10 pts.
28. Give a homeless person a pedicure - 30 pts.
29. Scoop up dog crap and smear it on a car - 25 pts. With bare hands - 30 pts.
30. Get pelted by BB gun arcade game - 10 pts.



xxLUCIANO FAMILY
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There's a party tonight to celebrate the merger. The party starts at 5:30 Haunted House located in Ingleside part of the city. Even though the house is on a hill and has a lot of space between neighbors, please make an inconspicuous entrance. Once inside you can cause as much havoc as you'd like. The house has the basics, a couch, bed, speakers and a fridge if you need to crash there after tonight. The house has been abandoned for nearly fifty years but someone keeps paying the bills. Besides, due to the gang activity or "hauntings" people are too piss poor scared to demolish it. They say the last superintendent that tried to push for it had her fingers cut off in the middle of the night. The house is said to be the home of the spirit of a serial killer, who was shot on sight by the police. But that could all just be a rumor...

[Amasha]

pleasenosteal


amaTEARS DROWN⇣ IN THE WAKE OF ▬▬DELIGHT ❞
amashaamashaamashaamashaamashaamaTHERE'S NOTHING LIKE THIS BUILT TODAY THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THIS BUILT TODAY
amashaamashaamashaamashaamashaamaTHERE'S NOTHING LIKE THIS BUILT TODAY THERE'S NOTHING LIKE THIS BUILT TODAY
.YOU'LL NEVER SEE A FINER SHIP IN YOUR LIFE
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amaCasual ◈ ATTIRE ↰.Val's House ◈ LOCATION ↰.Valora ◈ COMPANY ↰.

Slowly stirring around a bit before opening his eyes, the television had still been playing from earlier that morning. Apostolis must have dozed off in front of the television, he was originally watching a few of the shows he recorded on his cable. One of them had been about humans that spend money and then hoard it in their house, the person having some sort of sentimental attachment to them to the point they are unable to let go of their mess. Then somebody coming and counseling them, it sounded disgusting but some how he found himself really addicted to the show. Except that episode must have been really boring, as he couldn’t remember anything that happened in it. Slowly sitting up and grabbing his cellphone, he needed to check on what he needed to get done today.

Apostolis didn’t really expect very much for today besides the party.

This week had been great, the alliance with the Luciano had looked very promising, they were a rising power in Province which meant they had a lot of potential. It had been a good move on Oceano’s part, it also presented one less threat on the playing field. Nothing had went wrong with their operations, the big cargo shipment arrived safely in Greece earlier this morning. The vice double checked, everything was received in good condition as well. Honestly, Apostolis could say that today was an even better day, the small celebration was well earned by everyone. Roman had taken the liberty to do the party planning at the boardwalk, it sounded like a great idea. The things that that he caught was the boss wanted Italian catering and had another surprise, which he refused to tell Apostolis. Of course the vice asked what he could do to help him, the task had been very simple: Make sure everyone arrives.

Earlier that week he made a few texts to a few members to see who needed to be picked up, Valora of course needed a ride. This could be seen as a mistake to some people, as she was obviously going to need a ride and she’d demand starbucks or to stop at the mall. Not that this was a big deal, Apostolis was pretty guilty of slacking with the merrow himself. Besides they had a half hour to kill before getting to the boardwalk, why not stop and get starbucks or meander around a mall? If they were a tiny bit late, he was certain that Roman wouldn’t be very offended. This was a celebration, not a group conference! Taking out his Iphone and quickly tapping out a message to the merrow.

To: Valora
From: Apostolis
I’m coming to get you, make sure you’re ready
when I get there.

Moving around the keys in the small candy dish he used to key the many keys that accumulated, some went to warehouses while others were simply keys he had no use for. The Triton had a hard time remembering to toss out keys to old cars or boats, not before long he had managed to pull up the car keys. Just as he received a text confirming that she had got his earlier text, he headed into the driveway to get into his car. Buckling himself in and putting the keys in the ignition, the vehicle roaring to life as he bolted out of the driveway. Valora had been a bit of a drive, but if he didn’t bother stopping he’d probably get there in time. A few of those red signs might be passed but Apostolis was certain nobody would notice, zipping through neighborhoods and stirring out of the way of a few kids playing street hockey. Slowing to a stop in front of her house, he pulled his phone out and read the previous text before letting her know he arrived. Turning his attention to the radio as he messed around finding some music, glancing up and seeing she hadn’t left her house. Huffing softly as he may as well go drag her out, stepping out of the car and shutting the door before heading up to her door.

Knocking on the door and waiting a moment, before taking his private key and opening the door.

“Valora, I texted you” Apostolis called up the stairs, heading for her kitchen to investigate her fridge. Taking one of her water bottles, taking a seat in the living room waiting for her to come down. Taking another look at the clock, it wasn’t enough time to do anything at the mall now. “Dear, you want to come down for me to give you an opinion on anything?” he offered to her, taking his phone out to send out a couple texts to a few members.

To: Fries
From: Apostolis
Good afternoon, Roman is throwing a party,
I was curious if you had a ride or did you go with
him? Also are you bringing Opal or do I need to
go pick her up?

To: Glen
From: Apostolis
Do you need a ride? Your coming to the party,
right? I could swing by after Valora’s house to
pick you up.

ooc: There will be graphics, I just needed to get this s**t started. I HOPE EVERYONE IS READY!



Kokonattsu_Passion


Sunny B-Bunny


RedxRaptorxRunner

[pinchot]

wearing | formal atilius where | Outside Rosie's Home atilius with | nobody

Patting his lips with a crimson, cloth, napkin, Warren set the fabric on the table just in time to watch the large, minimalistic, wall clock position itself at five o'clock. Getting up from his empty dining room table, he'd roll up his sleeves once more and bring the blood-stained kitchenware to the sink for a quick rinse and swift placement in a dish washer. While the party was prepared to serve food to all of its guests (hosts included), the food was selected for the beasts that most of the Dioguardi were. Street-corner quality hot dogs, college catering condition hamburgers, platters upon platters of American-styled grab-and-go food, and, of course, the necessary vegetarian option slapped together by mysterious hands thousands of miles away. His grimace thickened over the mental image of what he'd soon see. He'd rather starve, or in this case, eat veal lung and loin bourguignonne beforehand, than ever consume such things.

Tossing his napkin into a hamper as he passed from the kitchen to his bedroom, the vice removed his iPhone from his pant pocket and unlocked it. With a simple click, a digital chime marked the start up of the home sound system. A few more taps and the small apartment was filled with the galloping symphony of a Mozart piece. To this he'd dress for the occasion: a freshly dry cleaned suit, polished leather shoes, and an eye-catching tie for flavor. Each slipped sleeve or groomed hair was counted to the second of his watch and the stride of the song. By the time it was 5:20 he was dressed, his music was stopped, and he was standing outside the door to his apartment.

To: Rosie Dodge
From: Warren Hobbs
"I will be there in ten minutes."

Closing the suede case over his phone, he'd put it away and check that his door was locked with a casual jiggle. Adjusting the collar of his jacket, Warren strode off to his car. It would be the first time in a while that he'd spot Rosie in something very casual. Least, he assumed it would be. This evenings event called for those attending and intending to fight to wear something.... less venerated. It begged the question to Warren's mind as he turned on his car: what was Faust to wear? As the figure head of it all, he hoped the man was capable of balancing fighting attire with an ensemble that framed his power. Shifting into reverse, the vice shook his head. The man wasn't capable of such a thought-out thing as displaying power through attire. He best prepare for the worst.

Arriving at Rosie's home at the estimated time, give or take a few seconds, Warren drove around the place a few times before finding a spot that was large enough for his car to be parked in. A city was not exactly the prime place for a behemoth of a hummer, but he wasn't one to give up on a passion for large vehicles. Not to mention it was a pleasant sight to look down at those in sedans nervously staying out of his blind spots. Sitting back in his seat with a sigh, he'd wait for the young werewolf to arrive at his car.

cl0ckw0rk-mari0nette

[pinchot]

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ⓎOU'RE THE KIND OF ⒿOY I'D LIKE TO『ⒷⓇⒺⒶⓀ』
atiliusnow i must confess i'm a complicated mess now i must confess i'm a complicated messatilius atilius ******** you're so gorgeous
atiliusnow i must confess i'm a complicated mess now i must confess i'm a complicated messatilius atilius ******** you're so gorgeous
atiliusnow i must confess i'm a complicated mess now i must confess i'm a complicated messatilius atilius ******** you're so gorgeous

All good things come at a price. Unless it's stolen, of course. Then it's priceless.

"Park over there and I'll show ya something." Limply Jonny gestured his hand over to Starbucks. It wasn't a bright idea to make a regular bed-partner out of a cambion associated with an incubus. Bright ideas, however, are as boring as Hell during Lent (as six week period of regained faith and abstinence from sin, for all the less Catholic minded) and movie marathons of Lost in Translation. As the old-by-todays-standards, Dodge, Charger pulled into the parking lot, Jonny didn't wait for it to be placed in park before he opened the door just enough to tap the vehicle he and his source of pain parked next to. Ignoring any chiming disdain for his manner of exit, Jonny pulled himself from the car. In front of him, within the ironically corporate hipster headquarters, were enough solutions to his numerous, however small, problems.

Lively, freshly energized, human beings. In contrast to his sex-induced fatigue, this was like eyeing a buffet table. Making his way, sluggishly, into the coffee shop, Jonny opted to make the worst of his abilities. Approaching the register and ordering a double espresso, he'd take advantage of the baristas need to make eye contact with customers. His lost smile easily returned as he felt exhaustion lift from him and trickle over to the woman he thanked for her service. It wasn't instantaneous but as he waited for his drink, it became obvious by the girls loss of posture that she was crippling under the weight he had given her. By the time a barista handed Jonny his drink, there was no longer a woman at the register, a line was forming in the shop, and worry-eyed, ill-informed, co-workers scrambled the floor.

With a bounce in his step, he'd leave for the car. There was, after all, a meeting he and Soal had to get to.

↻ T I M E ♦ S K I P ↺

Scratch that. It wasn't a meeting. After failing to get the necessary information together and finding out that there was indeed going to be an alliance (something Jonny had nearly forgotten was a thing that was happening) a meeting sounded like something that required large chairs, an office with an oval table, graphs, and s**t Jonny just didn't have. It's also fair to mention that meetings sound an awful lot like things businessmen do and God forbid Jonny try to do that again. After a fully-baked evening with Cassius, the meeting was scrapped in favor of excessive drinking and simply getting together to celebrate without informing anyone. Also known as a surprise party.

Arriving at the Devil's Den, no time was wasted in walking past the public bar loaded with regulars obtaining their Happy-Hour-priced addiction. A man waiting at the vault door made sure to open up the back room in time for the two to pass without pausing, closing it behind them the moment they crossed the threshold. The 'meeting room' itself was enough to inform attendants that this was, in no way, a meeting. Each table was decked nearly from corner to corner with different delights. Some sweet, others sour, and of course the bland yet pleasant snacks for the less tastefully inclined. The back wall of the room had a white sheet pulled over it for a ceiling projector to process through intricately memorizing designs while a microphone and speaker were set up by it.

"Ah! Perfect!" Jonny said with a jackals yap. Trotting over to a table brandishing frosting-coated treats he picked out a cupcake from the batch. "Help yourself. We may have to wait for actual festivities to begin."

What the true surprise of the party was did not include that it was a party at all. Sucking off some frosting that had found its way onto his fingers, Jonny found with delight, that the real surprise wasn't noticeable at all. In each selection of edible goods, an added ingredient was cooked in: mystery materials ranging in make-up and dose from traces of marijuana to shavings of Prozac. As far as Cass and Jonny were concerned office parties always had some sort of group exercise and this would be theirs. It was going to be a wonderfully bonding experience if there ever was one.

Raichu S-Senpai

i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust
i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust
i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust i turn diamonds into dust and love to rust
『ⓂⒶⓎⒷⒺ』 I WILL ⒹO THE SAME TO ⓎOU
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located// the devil's denwearing// scare me pretty with// soal

[Amasha]

After the hectic week the fallen angel vice was experiencing, he really couldn’t wait to undo his tie and sit around at the jade dragon for a few hours. It wasn’t often Abaddon turned to their casinio to escape his problems, but the alliances developing between not only the Lucchesta but the other major gangs around the city. It left the man worn out trying to keep up with all the information, which granted wasn’t very much. Rubbing his temples as he glanced at the phone, it had been playing the dreaded bitchboss jingle for two hours. Taking a deep breath and looking at the massive amounts of text the other had sent, scrolling to the bottom. A request for Abaddon to pull a party out his a**, well this was some how unexpected. Why didn’t he see this coming? Beverly would of course use this alliance as an excuse to get his alcohol on. It mean his own plans would be dampened, slowly sliding out the keyboard before quickly responding.

To: Beverly
From: Abaddon
I’ll see what I can do, I wish you would have taken the liberty
to plan this ahead of time. Next time, please tell me give me a
week in advance. The Jade Dragon at 7pm sharp, make sure you
put on your 1920s gangster uniform. If were having a party, it will
be themed to my tastes. Think ‘The Great Gatsby’ or ‘Chicago’
either of those are 1920s.

Taking a look at his closet before picking out a few tuxes before putting on one that looked pleasing, adjusting the collar and cuffs. Abaddon quickly had called a cab to pick him up to drive him to the Jade Dragon, he also managed to text the Oliver and Ennis to arrive there. Making sure the emphasized on dressing in the particular fashion, shutting off his phone as he got out from the Cab. Paying the driver and heading inside of the casino, he headed up to the management to explain the sudden change in plans. They obviously couldn’t shut down the establishment for the night, but they could close off one of the private rooms upstairs for themselves. When the deed had been done, he headed upstairs to begin setting up some of the tables for the group.

Oliver was directed to count the cards and the casinio chips, the boy was good at that to say the least. Althought the relationship they shared, wasn’t exactly desireable to the fallen angel. Ennis was directed to fill out the small pieces of paper for the gang drawing. Beverly had a love for these things, it escaped the vice why.

To: Beverly
From: Abaddon
What will our prize be this time? I’d love for it to be
something that isn’t over the top, but knowing you it
will be something that would make me cringe. Also,
what time am I expecting you at?

Glancing to see the two had arrived, “good, we have two hours to get everything ready for the rest of the gang” Abaddon informed the two of them, “I‘m not quite sure when Beverly will be arriving, but until then I have two jobs for you” he looked straight at Oliver, “your counting cards and casinio chips, no funny business until your finished” after he looked to Ennis. “I need you to fill out the small papers on the table, we‘ll be having a draw this evening” he also informed, “I don‘t know what the prize will be, but knowing Beverly, it will be something over the top and grand”

“My job is to set up all the tables and vacuum, the management didn‘t get the time to clean out this room from last nights bachelor party” he cringed a bit, “I suggest being careful what you touch, who knows what was invited in here”

Taking out his phone and walking to get the chairs set up, he sent one last text before he'd finish on his task.

To: Se
From: Abaddon
I need you to inform everyone of a party at the Jade
Dragon, 7pm sharp and everyone dress in 1920s
fashion. You know that movie we watched, Chicago?
Just like them, I'm counting on you. Ennis and Oliver
already know.

ooc: is this a hint I'm changing my layout for Abaddon? yes, its a huge hint.

i i Viralle__Angel

Xx_Lex-T-Rex_xX

[LexT-Rekt]

xxxxxxxxxxxx⊰ : DON'T YOU GO LEAVING ⋯ baby i'll find you ↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtell ♔ → all your secrets ❜ xxxxxno one will want you
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxif xxyou xxwon't xxsleep xxwith xxme xxthere'll xxbe xxno xxrest xxfor xxyou
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxif xxyou xxwon't xxsleep xxwith xxme xxthere'll xxbe xxno xxrest xxfor xxyou
xxxxxxxxxYOU'RE MY PROPERTY !xxYOU'RE MY PROPERTY !xxYOU'RE MY PROPERTY !xx

"You never come see me anymore, and when you do you never stay for long..." the voice was meant to sound seductive, with just enough hint of a whine to show feelings had been genuinely hurt. The woman the voice came from was in her mid-twenties, lips set in a pouting position as dark eyes stared upwards; they met a mismatched set of crimson and burnt orange, which blinked slowly as the woman continued, "You should ignore all those other women, I can give you everything you want." Oliver lightly snagged the woman's chin, placing his lips against her cheek before the purr started up in his throat, "Trying to monopolize me? The other ladies would be so jealous." The Sandman straightened, wetting his lips with his tongue before releasing his customer's chin, "I do have to leave for the day, maybe next time I'll stay longer..." The woman continued to pout as the male grabbed his coat, dropping a wink before closing the door to the apartment behind him.

"Stay longer my a**, you're boring." The statement hissed between the male's teeth, long legs carrying him swiftly down the hallway; he'd opted to humor the woman's calls, she gave enough petty compliments to keep the Sandman entertained. A pale hand slammed against the call button for the elevator, brows knitting together as the chime sounded in time to sync up with an insistent buzzing in his pocket. Stepping into the elevator, the button for the ground floor was pushed before Oliver reached into his pocket, drawing out the cell-phone and glancing over the text message he'd received: a message from Abbadon. Out of reflex, Oliver's tongue ran across his teeth before the line of his mouth changed to a smirk, he placed the phone back into his pocket as the elevator doors slid open to deposit the male on the ground floor, Well that's a mood changer if I've ever gotten one. Abby telling me to dress fancy and show up at the Dragon? This 'party', its a cover.

--Timeskip--

By the time the Sandman arrived at the Jade Dragon, he was sure Abbadon was impatient on waiting for him. He'd taken time to stop at him apartment, rummaging through his closet in order to find something 'appropriate' for whatever event the Vice had planned for the night. The white button-down was crisply pressed, glittering cuff-links at the wrist, while the vest had been tailored to hug his torso in an eye-pleasing way; a crimson silk bow-tie rested under the collar of the shirt, the color matching the boy's hair perfectly. A tan belt wound through loops of suit pants that matched his vest, and gray dress shoes completed the Sandman's outfit. He paused just outside the doors, pulling the glasses he wore when not working off of his face; they were placed into the pocket of his vest, just behind the crimson handkerchief he'd placed there to add more color to the ensemble. Oliver pulled the door to the Dragon open, wiggling his fingers at the individuals working the front desk.

He cocked an eyebrow at them questioningly as one of them piped up, pointing towards one of the upper rooms, "Abbadon is in that one, we were told to make sure you knew to head that way." A soft chuckle rumbled through Oliver's chest, the eyebrow continuing to quirk as he purred a simple "Thanks," to them. The Sandman made his way carefully up the stairs, one hand sliding along the banister on his way up; entering the room, he found Abbadon in a tux, "Is it my birthday or something?" The sounds of another individual drew his attention away from the Fallen Angel, eyes darting to see the Nephilim captain was there as well. Shifting his weight, Oliver reached forwards, grabbing her hand lightly before pressing his lips to the back of it, "And Ennis all dressed up as well, I'm most certainly in luck." The female was one of those that was either completely oblivious to his attempts to get her in bed, or had already rejected him; Oliver didn't know which, and to the Sandman it didn't matter, there was always a chance.

Abbadon's statement brought Oliver's attention back, multi-colored eyes narrowing for a moment before his lips set in a pout, "The three of us never get to hang out, I was so looking forward to oogling you both a bit longer." At the mention of counting cards, the Sandman's hand instinctively moved back to the pocket, withdrawing the glasses and placing them back where they belonged. He glanced to the cards on the table before letting out an exaggerated sigh; the male moved to the stacks of cards and chips, flipping through them quickly and effectively. After a few moments of silence he cleared his throat, "I'm guessing if its a family party you want me to continue counting cards all night? So no one's cheating. Which in itself means I can't win anything tonight or you'll accuse me of cheating." Another exaggerated sigh passed through the boy's lips before he adjusted his glasses, "Well, at least not anything too much. All the decks are set, none of them are shaved for counting, by the way." Moving his attention to the casino chips, Oliver quickly began to tally the amount present, so that they could be counted again at the end of the night, So much for seducing Abby while the Boss is here...he monopolizes his attention...

「Outfit」 Click!

「Location」 The Jade Dragon

「Company」 Abbadon and Ennis

[yueaifeng]

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The incessant beeping of an alarm blared against his ear. Lahvin hissed, nuzzling further into his blankets as he swiped blindly at the source of the sound. It was still way too early to get up but there was a through prodding at the back of his mind. What day was it, again…?

The shapeshifter frowned as he blearily peered at the screen of his phone, slowly reading the bolded words on the alert badge: PARTY @ 5:30#. He shook his head and dug his nose into his pillow. The bed was so warm and so cozy. Wouldn’t it be nice if he could simply just lay there for the night?

He glanced at the bright screen of his phone once again. 4:00pm… If he wanted to get there on time, it would probably be best to get out of bed now.

A prickling feeling started to beat at him, the heat under the blanket starting to get uncomfortable. Lahvin groaned and rolled over to the side of his bed, tumbling to the floor. Ahh that was much better. The cool floor leeched the heat from his blankets, providing the shapeshifter with a comfortable temperature that was much more enjoyable.

But there was “work” to be done.

Lahvin slowly extracted himself from his cocoon of blankets and shivered as the cool air hit his bare skin. The t-shirt he wore could barely keep the heat he wanted. He simply shook his head and padded towards the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, his phone gripped tightly in his hand. A party, what an annoyance.

He leaned his back against the wooden furniture and unlocked his phone, his face settling into a mask of apathy. His thumb quickly worked across the screen as he typed up a message.

malailoveyouTo: Malachi
malailoveyouParty tonight - would rather sleep than stay in a stuffy room with the gang.
malailoveyouYou won’t be skipping, I presume? I will see you then.

Lahvin hit the send button and then threw the device somewhere towards his bed. He turned to his wardrobe. Now… what type of party was it? A celebration of some sort or…? It must have been important if they were rounding up all the members of Luciano together. He shrugged and took out a light-coloured button up shirt and a dark waistcoat. The exact colours were hard to discern – the room was still dark with the curtains drawn tightly shut.

Lahvin shrugged on the clothing, making sure to push his sleeves up past his elbow. He quickly pulled up some dress pants and glanced at a mirror. It would do. It wasn’t like many people would be paying attention to a mere soldier, right? Or at least, that’s what he hoped. Otherwise, he would be in for quite the aggravating night.

He ran a hand through his hair as he walked out from his dark room. The sight of all the shades of green imaginable greeted him. Lahvin felt the corner of his lips twitch up as shuffled over to the kitchen. Who knew what time he’d get back. He might as well water the plants before he left.
The cup in his hands filled with water quickly and he passed from plant to plant, alternating between returning to the sink and feeding each of his precious children one by one. Aloe, spider plants, gerber daisies, pothos, chrysanthemums and weeping figs covered every surface area of his humble home. He cooed at the greens, muttering the only warm words he would ever give to a living being.

Once all his plants were fed and happy, Lahvin placed his cup in the sink and fetched his phone. Well, it was time to leave. He glanced back at his apartment longingly before locking the door behind him. The night was cool, the breeze light and comfortable against his partially-covered skin. There weren’t many people milling around outside, a fact her relished in since it was a rather long walk before he got to the dingy abandoned house. The building wasn’t very large. Lahvin took a moment to admire the way the vines were taking over the painted-white wood. He ran a hand across the porch rails, watching as paint flecked off at the faintest touch.

"What a sad looking home. I wonder if it can keep up with all the festivities about to happen."

Lahvin shrugged and turned towards the crumbling building. Somehow, it gave him a pang of sadness and nostalgia. Weren’t there for many houses like this in the old movies he used to watch with Firenze? He shook it head and walked through the front door. His eyes flicked across the green-white walls, from the beautiful doorways to the staircase covered in moss.

“Huh. I guess it’s bigger on the inside.”

Not many people had arrived before him. There was the odd prospect or two, but besides them, the building was virtually empty. Lahvin padded towards the stairs and quietly made his way up the flight. It was almost the same, the scheme of green-on-white with almost no furniture to litter the home. It was so… empty.

He reached into his pocket and slipped out his phone. Once again, he found the name of the only person in Luciano he could stand for more than six hours and quickly typed up a small message.

malailoveyouTo: Malachi
malailoveyouPlace looks rather sad. Mostly empty – hope you bring something to
malailoveyouentertain yourself for the next few hours or else you’ll be stuck with other people.
malailoveyouOr me. Depends on how it goes when everyone gets here.

He glanced at the clock: 5:27pm. People should be milling in soon. Lahvin dropped the phone back into his pocket and tested how strong the railing was. He could feel the wood give under his weight. He eased his weight off the bar and sighed. He gently leaned against the wood and kept a careful eye on the doorway, watching for the comings and goings on his fellow gang members.

It was nothing like RE;WIND. The feeling of home wasn’t there. It never would be. Lahvin winced at the thought of the other… dinner parties they had had. He remembered twirling skirts and laughing voices, wine as red as blood. Lahvin frowned as he watched members of Luciano slowly mill in. It was nothing like RE;WIND, but what could he complain about?

Well, what was the worst that could happen tonight?

[byeolbit]

Ennis sighed as she looked out the window, counting the cars that passed by the building. There was nothing important that she had to do, and so, she had been in her condo for most of the day. She probably could have been doing something, since the alliance had formed, but she hadn't been assigned any specific tasks. She had tried to start a new origami project, but she just wasn't feeling it. She glad for the distraction when her cell phone buzzed on the desk beside her. She picked it up in a swift movement, recognizing the tone that she had set for messages from the family. Abaddon had texted, telling her to dress in a style inspired by the 1920s and show up at the Jade Dragon. There was going to be a party later that evening. She figured that Bee had decided on it, as the vice wasn't one to plan things on such a short notice. She didn't mind, as it would relieve her of her boredom. Stretching, she walked to her closet and picked out a simple drop-waist dress that matched the theme, a pair of black T-bar heels, and a long pearl necklace.


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The woman gave a polite smile to the staff as she walked through the front doors of the Jade Dragon. They showed her to the room where the party would be held. The vice was already there, and before she could say anything, another voice entered the room. "Is it my birthday or something?" The Sandman had arrived, and had taken her hand, his lips grazing the back of it. She pulled away slowly before giving him a light smile. "Nice to see you, Oliver," she piped before turning her attention back to Abaddon as he spoke. She was to be writing names on slips of paper for a draw later that evening. After a moment's hesitation, she commented with a slightly sarcastic tone, "Sounds exciting." She wasn't against the idea of a draw or anything like that, but it was more of the prize that she was worried about. If it was going to be "over the top and grand," then who knew what it could be? Bee's prizes almost always caught Ennis off-guard.

Ennis gave a half-hearted grin at Oliver's comment. "Maybe you should hang out with us while we all do paperwork then," she jokingly suggested. "But I'd advise against ogling us. That won't get much work done," she continued in the same playful tone, turning towards the direction of her designated workspace.

"This shouldn't take me too long," she commented gingerly, stepping around some trash as the vice mentioned last night's bachelor party. "I'll help out with the tables once I'm done," she continued, making a beeline for the table with the papers. She would have liked to help out Oliver too, but counting cards wasn't really her specialty. She was much more adept at organizing things. She took a blue pen and printed each of the names quickly but clearly, starting with the boss. 'Beverly, Abaddon, Ennis, Fendrel...' She continued in the order of ranking, making sure not to forget about the grunts. She folded all of the papers then put them in a box, not forgetting to give it a good shake.

She proceeded onto the tables, clearing away the glasses and empty beer bottles, making sure that nothing touched her dress. "So how were you thinking of arranging the tables?" she asked Abaddon, raising her voice above the noise of the vacuum. She went on to wash a few tables, cleaning up spilled beer. It was then that she noticed that one of the chairs had quite a large dark stain in it. She held her breath, then touched the spot with her finger. Wet. "Oh god," she mumbled, not wanting to touch anything else. "I would have thought that these people would know how to control themselves. No idea what that was, but whatever it is, I can't believe I touched it. Hopefully it's just a spilled drink or something..." She pulled the chair outside, asked someone to replace it, then proceeded to pull out hand sanitizer. After a small pause, she grimaced, "I probably should have taken you up on that advice, Abaddon."

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company: abaddon and oliver viralle location: the jade dragon



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Amasha

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[Kokonattsu_Passion]

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Why was she being cursed this day? Never, had she been through such a chaotic event, never in her lifetime had this happened to her. She shopped until she dropped, she made sure she knew all the events and fashion weeks that streamed and got pre-orders of the collection. She made sure to fill her closet with an endless amount of clothes. Yet, here she was staring deep at her closet trying to find something to wear. Her closet was almost empty. Clothes were scattered around, from her bed, chair, table, and even hanging on numerous of places. Plus, to add to the mess her heels were tossed around, instead of being stacked and organized on her closet shelf. Valora decides to scatter them around. “Why out of all days…” grumbling to herself, her fingers run against her fully curled hair. The only pro of the whole situation, make-up and hair was magnificent as always. She never did have a problem with her facial area neither her clothing area, but today was just another day for surprises. Sucking her teeth, she walked around her room and sighed. Why wasn't her brain functioning, she could pick out an outfit with seconds, but now her materialistic mind of fashion seemed to have gone dead. She was in her undergarments, picking up anything that seemed wearable. “Too fancy, last season, old collection, god…why did I even buy that” nothing satisfied her taste, none of her clothes were even fit to be put on her body. “I'd rather go naked…” she mumbled to herself, crouching down upon the floor, the blonde sighed deeply and shut her eyes.

“Think Valora…” rubbing the side of her head in a circular motion, she shut her eyes and thought more of what exactly she had in her closet. Trying to draw a picture of that one perfect outfit, calling for her, yearning that have a body fit tight along her body. Although that outfit, was not there, instead of having an outfit which appears within her mind and commands her to get up and be sicking. The only thing getting sicker was her stomach. “Again, I would rather go naked” she grumbled, getting up she groaned at the thought and slowly got up. “…Naked” the purple pupils glanced at the chair filled with several of pieces of clothing. Humming to herself, she moved towards the chair and threw aside the unwanted outfits.

“Than maybe that's what I'll just do…”

She wasn't really a fan of, make the whole ‘yourself outfits'. However, she was desperate and nothing else satisfied that hunger for fashion. Picking up the shirt, she puckered her lips and touched the fabric. The illusion wear; clothing that was better from far away, like a Monte painting, the further away she was, the illusion of her not wearing nothing beneath the see-through blouse. However, moving closer anyone could tell that her blouse had another shirt that matched her skin tone. It was a nice blouse, it wasn't ugly nor was it perfect, but it was nice. Placing the blouse onto of the bed she decided to find the perfect skirt. From each char, tables, and clothing bunched upon her bed she tried to find the perfect matching bottom. Lifting three pairs of hangers she eyed the clothing and clicked the top the roof of her mouth.

The skirts were organized from maxi, pencil, bubble, tube, fishtail, and of course the board mini skirt. The colors varied from black, red, and white. Placing each skit below the blouse the reaction was either a hum or scoff. Staring at the skirts, Valora decided to give her main attention to the skirts. What would look better and what would look worse? Tapping her fingers along her hip, she tired her best to make an outfit; it wasn’t helping, not even the constant vibration being muffled under her skirts. Lifting up the red mini skirt and glanced at her phone and scoff. She had only minutes to find an outfit before Apostolis came over. There was only one option Valora had left, shutting her yes she decided to let reality pick a skirt. Stretching her fingers out, it grasped on one lucky fabric. Hopefully reality was with her; slowly opening her eyes a displeased frown broke from her lips. Amazing, reality had picked the red board skirt, out of all the skirts laid upon her bed. Reality had decided to go with the plain red board skirt. Looking at the red illusion blouse, Valora eyes widen and looked into the mirror. This was not the makeup for this outfit. Gasping, Valora moved towards her makeup counter – which surprisingly wasn’t disorganized– and decided to start out fresh.

Valora was eventually finished with her physically appearance, the blouse and skirt looked great on her, the Smokey eye makeup that included a shade a red lipstick. Her mind now was to find the right pairs of heels, bending down went with the first thing she saw. A pair of black louboutins heels, she could never go wrong with them. Slipping on one at a time, a sound echoed from before. It seemed that waiting was very overrated; slipping on the other pair she stood up and stared in the mirror. “In a minute darling, I have to get something” she announced, she now needed an accessories, the outfit itself was magnificent, but it needed something. Her last trip to her closet was to find a nice purse, earring wouldn't be seen with her hair like this and bringing any sort of bracelets or rings to a carnival was bound to slip off her finger. So a purse would be great, reaching for her infamous black leather purse she moved away from her closet and groaned. Her room was a mess, only one little spot was organized and that was her overflowing counter filled with makeup. Rolling her eyes, she made her way toward another counter that harbored some outfits.

Opening the drawer, she obtained her leather miu miu wallet. It held her money, one credit card – which was for emergency –, and ten lipsticks knives. She always had these silver colored lipsticks with her. Just in case some drama did break out, she'd rather end things quickly without having the sweat affect her and her makeup. Placing the wallet inside her bag, she sprayed herself with perfume about three times until the smell surrounded her. Now she was finally ready. Moving out her room she walked out towards the stairs. Her purple pupils glanced over the other scoffing. “I already know how splendid I look. However, it's always nice to hear what you have to see” Valora teased, flipped her hair back she moved down each step slowly. “So, you can have the honors to compliment me first...” Stopping in the middle of the staircase her obnoxious red smile grew “Tell me how pretty I look~” she waited for a while until examined the male. Scoffing loudly she shock her head and ran her fingers through her hair. “My dear, what exactly are you wearing? I thought this was a party…and here you are” sucking her teeth she finally got down the stairs and waited for the other's ‘original' excuse.



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[Kaetsy]

ღ Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Devil's Den xxxღ Ｍｏｏｄ: Irritated, Resigned xxxღ Ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ: Jonny, Soal


Eissa had awoken in a particularly happy mood that day. Well, at least as happy as she could seem without really emoting. She'd finally conquered every good and bad route in her new otome game, which had taken about a week's time, since there were eight different male and female options for the protagonist to romance. After trying and failing to fix her messy pink bedhead, she hopped into the shower and washed herself off. The Gorgon Captain didn't have any particular plans or objectives for the day, other than finding a new game to play within her extensive library, so she took her time getting ready. She donned a pair of black leggings and turtleneck, followed by an over-sized white hoodie and some black fingerless gloves. No matter the season, she always felt cold; whether it was genetic or unique to herself, she wasn't sure.

Her apartment was small, but the perfect size for a 5' 1'' gorgon with a penchant for collecting video games. The loft consisted of three rooms; one large, main room, with an area for a couch and television of some sort, along with a tiled area where a stove and some appliances were placed that made up a kitchen; a small room right off the living area for a tiny bathroom; and a second smaller room where Eissa had placed a futon and a dresser, calling it a bedroom. The walls all around the compact room were stacked with shelf upon full shelf of games, mostly of the otome genre, but also including action, fantasy, horror, and just about anything you could think of. There were hundreds of them, each of varying worth, though all just as important to the next in Eissa's mind. She'd made it her goal in life to collect as many games as she could, even though she knew it'd be just about impossible to accumulate them all.

Eissa rummaged through the different shelves, pulling out and putting back dozens of games. Many she'd played before, and she didn't put a game down until it was thoroughly beaten. It took a couple hours, but she finally selected one, the title of which didn't interest her so much as the game play. It was a mystery and horror game, about a young detective who was investigating a series of grisly murders at the hands of a psychopath. The gorgon popped the game from it's case, carefully inserting it into her handheld psp. Eissa owned several different gaming consoles, from the large and bulky to the tiny and compact, but the majority of her games were for handheld devices, her psp in particular. Although it looked like your average system, her psp had been altered and modified several times over the years, and now included fun and convenient functions like a cellular device and a taser, for when they were needed.

Eissa grabbed a blanket from her futon and wrapped it around herself, trudging over to her couch and flopping down onto it. She nestled in, making herself warm and comfortable for an evening of gaming. After flipping on the psp and bringing it to her personalized home screen, she noticed a blinking message icon in the lower corner. The only people who ever really messaged her were Cas and Jonny, more so the latter bugging her for on reason or another. She debated simply ignoring it and going straight into the game, but on the off chance that it was important, Eissa decided to read it over anyway. As suspected, it was from Cas, indicating that he and Jonny were holding a meeting that very night down at the Devil's Den. From what she could tell it was about the proposed alliance between themselves and Sgoria, a venture Eissa personally didn't care either way for, but surmised that a meeting about it would be of the utmost importance. She sighed, unfolding herself from the nest of blankets and gathering her things together into an over-the-shoulder bag before donning another coat and boots, leaving to head over to the tavern.

tab tab tab Time Skip~

As she made her way up to the front of the building, she briefly wondered why in the world they were having a meeting there of all places. There was indeed a meeting room, but a bar at night was usually crowded with patrons and possible wandering eyes and ears. The inside of the bar was stuffy, the stench of cigarettes and booze heavy on the air and smoke wafting thickly between the low wooden tables and gruff looking drunkards. She kept her eyes on her game as she made her way over to the door to the back, ignoring any possible jabs at her childish height or looks from the surrounding customers. Eissa was used to it; she certainly did look out of place among the ignorant humans within the establishment. She didn't even bother looking up as the guard at the door to the meeting opened the vault and closed it behind her. Once inside, she instantly regretted it.

She could tell just from a glance that, as she should have initially guessed, there wasn't going to be any meeting. The tables that should have been used for files were completely decked to the brim with varying delicacies, ranging all across the taste buds. After years with the gang, she knew better than to eat any of them; more than likely, Jonny or one of the other drug-crazed higher ups had added their own little special ingredients to the mix, and Eissa had no desire to take part in them. A white sheet had been pulled over the back wall, and a projector with weird designs was set up on it, along with a microphone off to the side. Eissa sighed again, more deeply, and stayed frozen in the doorway. A part of her screamed to get the hell out as quickly as she could, but it was likely that Cas and Jonny had told the door guard to double for people going inside and leaving.

She took note of Jonny and Soal's presence within the room, and knew instantly that the night was going to be a huge pain in the neck. Not bothering to give a greeting, she stayed standing near the door, leaning against the wall and playing her game. The shock of being tricked into a party rather than a meeting had been enough that she'd gone down the wrong alley and the murderer had killed off her protagonist, and of course Eissa hadn't bothered saving the game previously as she hadn't expected to make such a dumb miscalculation. She hoped beyond hope that Jonny would just leave her alone for the night, but knew with a sinking feeling that one way or the other, someone would drag her into the crazy antics of the surprise party.




xxxღＯｏｃ: First post yay~


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Atilius


Raichu S-Senpai

[Honey Wildfire]

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Nico had fallen asleep in the dressing room of the Pussycat somewhere around 2 am. He had skipped right through his college course at 9 am… and the following one at 11 am. His science classes didn’t actually require attendance so long as you showed up for exams and labs. He didn’t actually like formal education all that much. It was nice to be guided to all the information that they had but he could have looked it up all on his own if he wanted to. It was hard to sit in class and pretend to not feel contempt for the talking down to him when he was one of the few people actually helping out the professor with the lectures.

Drool slowly leaked from his open mouth onto his drawings of the latest mystery isotope. It was pretty easy work so long as you remembered the way some chemicals normally reacted. If he had not been busy with the security and monitoring of Sgoria work, he might have volunteered his time for other students. If it weren’t for the mafia, he might have made a few friends. Students looked up to him in the labs and asked for help… and answers. He liked to think that he stood out among the other students. For one, his handwriting was very small and neat unlike most guys in his classes. But, honestly, he enjoyed the busywork of homework and college classes. Penciling out the chemical equations and properties were his Mona Lisa’s. It all helped keep his mind off more troubling things like how he was getting used to things like napping in the back of a strip club. Normal people didn’t do that.

The blue lines of the graph paper started to bleed and the pencil faded into the grey puddle that was forming. Lanie shook him softly. He was stretched out precariously on the wooden bench behind the seats in front of the mirrors where they painted their faces. The benches weren’t used much since they put their belongings in lockers and most girls had their own mirror, and their own seat. Only two pairs of girls shared mirrors. One was a lesbian couple so it made sense that they would want to be close to one another. The other was an odd pairing, one that you would never expect. The top diva had taken a newbie under her wing, subtly. Of course, she didn’t share her secrets, but she stuck up for the girl and lectured her when she did things wrong. Jessie would wear her hair in pigtails with a sultry outfit; then, April would sit her back down to redo her hair and lecture her on the importance of a complete look. Jessie wasn’t too bright; so needless to say, this was a common occurrence.

The licks flickered overhead and without the lights around the mirrors, the place had an ominous feeling to it. She was in her day clothes already, a tank and jeans with UGG boots. She was one of the people that didn’t ask why he allowed himself to fall asleep there. He figured she had come from some kind of battered upbringing, though she never let on to it. Nico slowly let himself up and wiped the spit from his face. He patted his notebook sadly. Three of the bonds were completely ruined from the water. He let out a low sigh and placed the notebook on his lap. She ruffled his hair and patted him on the head. “Kid, we’re locking up. There’s a party tonight so the place is closed.”

“Some private group,” she said aside. He already knew what was happening later on and wasn’t really looking forward to it. He didn’t want the two mafia groups to merge at all. Sgoria was relatively small time and had its own specialty that made it unique. If it were to join groups there would be more violence and drugs. In short, they would be getting into heavy s**t when they could stay with the clean stuff and make lots of money. Personally he had a vendetta against Romano so he wasn’t in the celebratory mode at all.

Although, he had gotten an A on his last test…

Nico fixed his hair and kept his head down as he gathered his satchel and notebook. Lanie waited at the back door, holding it open to the sunlight. “See you later kid,” she called.

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Inside his apartment, Nico had firmly told himself that he would purposefully lose track of time so that he would miss the party. However, the little voice in his head and nervous beating of his heart kept the reminder strong. He busied himself by redoing his homework, cutting up sections of old blackmail then copying them onto cd’s for the boss to lock-up, and working on new yo-yo tricks. His apartment was relatively clean, except for stacks here and there of books and papers. The dorm room looked much worse. He had to purposefully leave it dirty so that it looked lived in. He hated going back there. The roommate was a totally meathead, which made for the perfect alibi. If anyone asked him whether he had been in, he was sure the guy wouldn’t be able to answer with assurance.

Nico slunk into the shower to calm down, and broke down to his mind. He would go. Trouble was, he had not been to a party since he was hunting. He set out a few outfits but felt insecure each time he thought he had decided. Nico didn’t own anything formal except for a collared button down shirt and perhaps two polos. About 70% sure, he decided just to wear his normal semi-casual clothes. He pulled on a sky blue collared blue shirt then layered a back cardigan over it. That with black jeans and some flats, he looked pretty average. The last item in his ensemble was his brown satchel, which he slung over his shoulder with a bit of pride.

Checking himself, he wiped the smirk off of his face. He wasn’t supposed to have fun. Tonight he was going to try to persuade the boss to turn back from the deal. Maybe it wasn’t too late? Nico walked out with a strong purpose in mind.




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● started at the Pussycat
● next his apartment
● ended on his way back to the Pussycat

[pinchot]

I bet you an evening that he won’t show up.

“I don’t make bets.”

Naw, you know it’s a losing bet. Let’s be honest here, you’re easy to forget about.

A deep inhale of salted air chased away the voice fighting for his mind and mouth. The gulp of Corona that followed was all that he needed to wash it to the depth of his stomach. Letting his arm drop over the mid-bar of Thalassa’s railing, Felix let out an emptying sigh. Maybe, he thought, it would have been the wiser to turn down the invitation. Heavy eyes pressed above the ocean tide to the sky line where the sun hung lazily over the water... it was almost time for him to meet up with Malachi at the dock parking lot.

Pulling himself up from the edge of his ship; Felix let himself teeter back and forth against the sway of the ship. As if he had been born at sea, there was nothing more natural than matching the shifting of water beneath his ship and beneath his feet. While there was no certainty as to what sort of creature he had the bitter-fortune of being born as, it wasn’t hard to assume there was a connection between himself and the water below. With another sip of his beer, Felix walked along the main deck towards his cabin. Using the windows that looked into his cabin as a mirror he leaned in and inspected himself. He was dressed well enough for a party, he thought. Patting his pockets he nodded to himself: cellphone, check, wallet, check, keys, check. With everything in order he locked the door to his home and made his way to the parking lot.

Halfway to the parking lot, he’d run back to the boat, jiggle the doorknob, begin to walk away and quickly make a third security check of his house. By the time Felix was 100% sure his house was secure and firmly positioned in the shipyard parking lot, his beer was empty. Wiggling the bottle side-to-side to eyeball the last drop, he gave it a final sip to try and acquire it before tossing it into the recycling bin by the entrance to the shipyard.

Looking about the dimly lit and sparsely used lot, Felix waited a few minutes before riffling through his pant pocket for his cellphone. He wasn't one for text messages. They seemed unreliable. Instead he preferred to set up things over the phone and hope that the other end remembered the verbal transaction. No doubt, even if he did text or call Malachi, he’d be driving. It didn't matter to him if the vehicle was sentient or not, texting or calling someone while they were driving was dangerous... with that in mind, Felix turned off the display of his phone and put it back in his pocket.

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[Raekah]

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"Of course, women have to take forever to get ready." Rikhter lay sprawled against the couch, legs dangling indolently from the settee. And it wasn't even that comfortable. Maybe because it wasn't big enough for him to lie down comfortable ( although his definition of comfortable was heavily debatable - as it had to practically be a bed ). He could hear the clatter of make up, click of heels on the floor, and swearing. Such a beautiful pair of lips could so brazenly rip into a man - she had such eloquent language. He heard an answer reply but he just bit back a grin. "If you didn't have me, you'd be missing your date. And we know how hard it is for you to get those." Rikhter drawled lazily.

Meet Vera, their Luciano boss. She was as beautiful as she was deadly; as cunning as she was witty; as pure as the snow; as fragile as a flower; as -- what more s**t did you want him to say? She was the queen who pulled the strings -- and here she was, cursing about one of the million lip sticks she had about. What was it about women and their incessant need for caked-on face paint? Especially when they smeared it all over his coat, their garish painted nails always clawing at him like he was some kind of sordid little treat. And it was always the old crones he had to suffer through.

Although the entire idea was made more palatable with liquor. "Usually, I'd have liquor served to me. No chance of that here, is there?" Rikhter pushed off the couch to fix himself a drink. Or take a long swig out of the bottle; it didn't matter. Grabbing the whiskey ( a drink he knew she kept for him, despite what she said otherwise - he knew he complained too much about her choice in wine. Wine of all things? ) "Shutting up now, your highness." Indeed. Liquor combined with beautiful woman never hurt either; his boss was easy on the eyes. He certainly could appreciate the sight of her in her undress, a startling contrast to her icy cool voice snapping out insults. Really, this all worked out so much better than if she had been one of his dalliances. God knew Vera could prove a formidable opponent.

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Or just a bitchy date. The vice didn't love her less for it, she was still their esteemed boss. Even if she did ******** steal his car but in a fight for the keys, he would have lost. Even worse, on the car ride over, she had a few choice words about his flamboyant taste in cars. His taste, one. But insulting the camarro? "Babe's insulted. You do realize she has a very short temper and does kick out rude drivers?" He gave a pointed look to her dress. "Just tell me if you want to show up to our--" He put a distinct emphasis on the word, since they were the hosts, "--our party like you crawled into the window, or walked over, think again. It's about being classy." And she was. Rikhter rolled his hands lovingly over the dashboard and whispered, giving a damning look to Vera. "She's just jealous she's not as classy as you are."

He heard a scoff at that one, as she veered rather dangerously on the road, swerving past drivers. You know, if he wasn't a sylph, he'd be pretty damn sure he was green with puking. Reckless and suicidal didn't begin to cover her driving. Rikhter, holding on for fear of his life, snuck a glance over, lingering on her distracted features. Something was weighing on out boss's mind far more than the simple party at hand. Although simple wouldn't be the word he would use; when she found out his plans, she wouldn't know what hit her. Or what hit him, as he saw another driver narrowly miss them.

Letting the car roll to a stop, Rikher would deny it to the end of time, but a relieved sigh escaped him. And you know, Vera lived to outsmart him because within seconds, the car was hidden. "There's a lesson to be learned here. Delegation, Vera, delegation. You could leave it to our subordinates to handle trivialities. " He prodded the ivy and sighed. He sincerely hope the paint wouldn't be chipped- even more, how was he supposed to escape when she locked him in?

An issue for later.

And so the wrecked house lay, but this was Luciano. They did nothing in half-measures, and the same went for Rikhter. Rikhter bowed with a flourish, giving Vera a roguish grin. "I have the misfortune of escorting the most beautiful woman tonight." Misfortune, indeed. Rikhter took her delicate hand into his own, intertwining their fingers."Shall we make a show of it? I think we could keep people on their toes." What he liked about his boss was she had a sense of humor about her. She was, on occasion, willing to indulge in his little antics. And he, for her.

Rikhter felt the air, felt it shift and change as they levitated. Chuckled as Vera shot him a look because she was wearing a dress. Levitation, really? But regardless, he jumped, landing on air - almost as if he were walking. He pulled her up. "Hold onto me. You'll fall otherwise." When she took a step forward, Rikhter tugged her in closer. Watched those fiery eyes glare at his own, the messy white bangs framing her. "A show, remember? Just play along." He jumped, felt the wind carry them- felt the glaring burst of wind break the glass in front of them as the pair leaped. The wind settled, cushioning their fall onto the floor of the Haunted Mansion's ball room.

A few startled souls looked alarmed, but the other, more experienced members just sighed. He really did like making a mess of things- but that was Rikhter. They were used to random appearances. Rikhter stood, tightening his tie. He gave a crooked smirk to the crowd, seeing the party. "Come on, Luciano. Is this how we throw a party? It looks ******** dead and we haven't even started yet." Rikter spread his arms out wide, giving them a skeptical look. Leaned forward to grimace. "Unless you think we're angels or something. Hoity-toity, ranks, hierarchy-- this is to have some fun." Rikhter picked up a lock of Vera's fiery curls, pressing a kiss to it- "-- for yourself, or maybe you'll get lucky."

Oh, Rikhter didn't pull any stops.

"Now, let's let our lovely boss have her say." RIkhter winked at the crowd, stepping back and letting her take the stage. Not that she needed the help, as he watched her step forward. Most people underestimated her for her ethereal beauty, assuming she wasn't dangerous. Assumed that he had been playing the underground scheme, standing behind her and pulling the strings. Hardly. He would've been more than happy to prove them wrong. If it wasn't so entertaining.

Taking a moment to look around, he ntoed that a fair bit of their family had made their way here - but not the ones he expected to see of the upper echelon. Late, perhaps? Well, he saw Lahvin. He was as expressionless as always, but he was by himself. Again. Luciano was full of people with rather quirky aspects, being lonesome included. But Rikhter wouldn't be worth a damn if he didn't see how Lahvin always seemed to separate himself - almost if he was looking for something long gone.

Yeah, right. He knew damn well, what was gone was gone. And he had the scars to prove it - it ached. Rikhter stared at Vera's back, trying to focus past it. Remembered how she said she hated pointless parties. He remembered someone once long, long ago saying the exact same thing. An absent-minded memory, and then Rikhter blinked, and it was gone. You think time would have dimmed the memories.

Better to focus on the present now.

All the more so, since he expected to surprise Vera with a gift tonight. It would be the epitome of all they had shared - he just hoped the rest of Luciano would appreciate the sentiment.

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Crimson eyes narrowed at the phone in her hand as her tongue clicked sharply. One hand planted firmly on her hip as the other tossed the phone onto her bed, head turning as she stared around the bedroom. Clicking her tongue again in agitation, she stalked over to the closet, throwing open the doors and shoving through the dresses inside. Nothing. Nothing that was both stunning and fitting of the theme for this little party. Really, did none of these people appreciate the necessities a girl had for getting ready for such a thing?! Her tongue clicked again, tossing snow white hair back over her shoulder as she strode across the room to snatch the phone back off her bed, tossing it in her handbag before leaving her room in a flurry of agitation. Hopefully, one of the stores had something that would be at least somewhat satisfactory.

With every store that lacked anything that would work, Aure only grew more and more frustrated. Really, having more notice about this party would have made this hunt a lot simpler! She'd have had time to carefully go through and make her selections, but no - now, she had to hurry, shove and push through dresses that she'd otherwise have taken her time to look through. Finally, after store upon store upon store of failures, she found an antique shop that had the perfect dress. Crimson red in color, a replica of one of the party dresses in the Great Gatsby, which had been mentioned by name as something to be used for reference in the group message that had been sent out.

Aure bought the dress and took it home, where she tried it on and made adjustments before sitting at her vanity to do her hair. She curled it neatly before tying it into tight updo at the back of her head, the curls cascading gently along her head in pure white waves. She already had a hairband that resembled those from the time period, one with scarlet decorations that matched the dress perfectly. She fit it about her forehead, making sure that it fit underneath the loose curls at the back of her head. Next came makeup - normally, Aure wasn't one for gaudy makeup, but the time period theme required a bit heavier than she typically wore. Deep red lipstick and darker mascara stood out against her pale features, but it was certainly fitting.

After the altercations she'd made, the dress fit along her frame perfectly, showing off her subtle curves. The red color accentuated her fair hair and skin and brought out her eyes, which was why she always loved wearing the color - everyone had a color that they looked best in, and red was hers. Of course, it helped that it made her stand out some - she did love the attention that came with that as well. With a slight scowl on her face, Aure adjusted her hair, making sure that each strand fell perfectly, without a hair out of place. Ever the perfectionist when it came to her appearance, she checked her looks a few more times as she slowly got ready, digging her deep red heels from her closet and pulling them onto her feet, strapping them around her slender feet.

With heels now on her feet, she clicked around the room, her expression still somewhat irritated. She'd likely end up late for the party with as long as it took her to get ready, but she wasn't going to just show up half-done! Maybe if a certain group of people had announced this little party sooner, she'd have been ready by now! Tsk. she clicked her tongue, her lips curling in slight agitation as she rummaged through the hanging ensemble of pouches that held all of her jewelry. Bangles of red and gold adorned her wrists, and she again checked her hair, fixing a few strands that had found their way from their bindings back up. Clacking over to her bed where her handbag lay, she pulled her phone out and began typing a message to one of the people she actually liked in this gang of angels. Well, out of the three, he was probably the least likely to already be ready to go. It was Bev's party (and she'd certainly have a bone to pick with him about asking a lady such as herself to find a way to prepare for this thing at the last minute), and Ennis was likely helping out already. Thus, she texted Fendrel.

tab tab To: Fen
tab tab From: Aure
tab tab Subject: Party
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Text sent, Aure transferred her belongings to a crimson handbag that would better match her dress and the theme before heading out, striding confidently to where she assumed Fendrel was. She'd at least make sure he was ready to go as well before showing up to the party- after all, they all needed to look presentable as higher-ranking members of the Lucchesta gang, right? But of course, it would all be much easier if this party wasn't so last minute ...

Once she arrived, she rapped her knuckles on his door, one hand waiting impatiently on her hip as she tapped a foot on the ground. "Fen! Are you there?" she called, though she didn't raise her voice too much. He'd probably hear her anyway, if he was in. She'd wait for a bit before she headed to the party on her own, but part of her was almost certain he was there anyway.

ooc; here's her dress, if anyone's curious!


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Vera always had to look the best, no matter where she went.

Even if it was simply just a party in the Luciano haunted mansion.

And for some reason, Rikhter didn't understand this concept that beauty is not just something that you can rush. Even after all those years of them being friends, and previously competitors- the idiot always forgot that.

The fairy boss could hear her vice's complaints from the couch and retorted, "Goddamn it Rikki, if I hear you complain one more time about how long it takes me" It was always like this, he would lay around (mind you, with his feet on her expensive leather couch she had imported from Italy that she always told him not to put his feet on) and complain about how she took too long. Tonight though, she had other things to worry about, like trying to find the perfect shade of lipstick out of her five hundred tubes that she was looking for. "[******** my a**" she muttered, pushing past brightly colored bottles of cosmetics.

"Where the ******** is this color" Vera, furrowed her eyebrows, searching through tube after tube for that familiar label and tag she knew by heart. Rikhter's comment, caused Vera to cease her search for the lipstick, and made her march right out into the living room where her best friend sat- with his legs up on her couch. "Rik- get your feet of my couch for the last time- and you know what help yourself to the liquor, because at least then you'll shut up." Vera sneered sticking her tongue out at him. Rikhter was probably one of the only people that Vera trusted enough to let her emotions really shine through. They both were at such a comfort level, that she'll burst out every inch of emotion she had contained inside of her. It was rare for her to really do this around people, but Rikhter was an exception.

Upon her return to her bathroom, the supposed lost tube of "ruby woo" sat right on the counter, where she had set it hours before but had forgotten where she put it. Vera rolled her eyes at her own actions and proceeded to uncap the lipstick before applying it. Her makeup was finally complete and now the only thing she had left to do was slip on her dress, and her jewelry. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, she huffed slightly- not a hair out of place, but she knew as the night progressed this would quickly change.

“Rikki lets go- we’re going to be late!” Vera’s heels clacked along the tile floor as she stood in front of the door. She slipped her phone from her pocket and unlocked the screen, the clock read “5:14 P.M” The potted plant of ivy hung down from the ceiling. Vera wiggled her finger slightly, causing the vine to stretch outward, with Rikhter’s car keys hanging from the edge slightly. “Ready?” She grinned at her vice. “I’m driving” She extended her hand out, and the vine holding the keys dropped them right into the palm of her hand.

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One the way to the party, Rikhter decided not to shut up about something again. Vera wasn't quite sure, but she got the idea that Rikhter was in love with his car, and also probably was stroking that dashboard too lovingly. Scoffing at his comment, and at his creepy affection for his car- Vera returned to her main focus. Driving. To say the least, nobody should ever trust the fairy boss with a car, or any sort of motor vehicle. As elegant as she may appear to be, and as dainty, she would surely wreck any sort of vehicle she had control in.

When they arrived in the front of the haunted mansion, Vera was pretty sure she gave Rikhter an awful case of whiplash. But that was all part of her plan- sort of. Maybe not almost killing them, and maybe not almost causing Rikhter to puke on his leather interior, maybe that... wasn't part of the plan. Either way, they had made it there in one piece and that was what truly mattered to the fairy boss. Vera had parked the car on the side of the haunted mansions lawn, after all she didn’t want everybody on the street to see the black full sized muscle car just sitting in front a deserted house. It would look, rather odd and out of place to say the least.

"There's a lesson to be learned here. Delegation, Vera, delegation. You could leave it to our subordinates to handle trivialities."

"But Rikhter, I love it oh so much when I get to take care of the trivialities and make you vomit in the process." Vera replied promptly.

If our fairy boss was being perfectly honest, she really could not stand the haunted mansion. For one thing it desperately needed a new paint of coat on every inch and the dead vines needed to be pulled down. Maybe then she wouldn't hate the haunted mansion as much as she did. Thankfully for Luciano, Vera made decisions not just based of the aesthetics of things or else they would've never kept this dumb.

"I have the misfortune of escorting the most beautiful woman tonight. Shall we make a show of it? I think we could keep people on their toes."

Vera grinned at the feel of her Vice's hand and that smug look that lined his face. "I too have the misfortune of taking the prettiest girl to the ball tonight." Nodding at his comment about making a show, Vera brushed her dress off, she had every intention of making an entrance, maybe something with a vine and swinging in or-

Before our fairy boss could even finish her thought, she felt a familiar rush of air come from behind her. Her lipstick stained lips parted, and she began to protest, until Vera was literally hanging by a thread attached to Rikhter. She shot the Vice a vicious look, and desperately clung to his skinny frame. "Rikhter I swear to god.” Her voice was laced with poison and her eyes narrowed at her right hand man. "I SWEAR TO GOD RIKHTER.v" Vera wasn't yelling because she was scared she was yelling mainly because shards of glass flew by her and she was incredibly close to flashing all of her subordinates.

And let’s not even mention her hair.

The cushion of air that fell below their feet, also caused a ripple to fly up Vera's short dress, and she quickly cupped the material down. Vera recognized very few of the grunts aside from the occasional time that she had gotten pissed off for their lack of care. One face in particular that had stuck out was the Shapeshifting solider, Lahvin. As always Lahvin looked apathetic and essentially like he was being tortured. In the back of her head, she made a note to talk to Lahvin later about the condition of his plants.

Vera was lost in her thoughts about Lah's plants and how they were doing. She had little concern for the fact that Rikhter had just lifted a piece of her hair in kissed it. Glancing at him, and then at the crowd below, Vera offered a slight smile. She wasn't one for such arbitrary events like these meaningless parties, but she also did love her family quite a lot. Why were they even having this party in the first place? Ah that was right to celebrate their new merger. So for the next couple of hours or so she had to put on her party face and tone down her boss-vibe.

"Now, let’s let our lovely boss have her say." Vera offered a charismatic smile to her family below. Clearing her throat slightly, "Thank you Rikhter. Welcome Family! Tonight we are here to celebrate our new alliance. So please- celebrate in any fashion you see fit." At that moment, despite having an immense dislike for alcohol, Vera really wish she had a champagne bottle to spray across her family and start this party. If there was one thing that Rikki was sure about, it was that this party was dead. "Now- where’s my music?" She motioned, the quiet of the house was almost uncomfortable, like some awkward family Christmas party where nobody clearly wanted to be there. With the snap of her command, Vera felt a blast of bass underneath her feet.

"Let’s get some drinks going too!" Vera called over the music, and she saw a couple of grunts rush away to get her exactly what she asked. Turning over to whisper to Rikhter, she muttered "I really should have smoked before this party or did something to make this whole thing more bearable." She grabbed the hand of her Vice, dragging him down with her to mingle with everybody else in the family. Once fully integrated with everybody, she lost Rikhter in the sea of people. Vera made her rounds to her Luciano family, saying hi to the occasional grunt and even hugging a few of them.

In the back of her mind, as she pushed past excited grunts, Vera was more concerned with all the rumors that circulated this haunted house. On top of already hating the hideous decor and how old and gross it was, the fact that it may be haunted- that was a whole other level of worry. She did her best to avoid going to the haunted mansion and every time she was in it she got that same eerie chilling fear that ran down her spine. Looking over her shoulder, she tried to reassure herself that there was nothing to be worried about. Finally she managed to calm herself down enough by the time she made her way over to Lahvin. Tapping the red head on the shoulder politely, Vera smiled at her solider. "Lah- how are those plants I gave you doing? Still thriving?" Lahvin and Vera were not particularly close, but she often worried about her solider, and sometimes liked to give him small plants she grew. Waiting for the red head's reply, Vera felt somebody’s hand tap her shoulder. She spun around, looking for somebody who could have possibly done it. However- nobody was there. Shifting around uncomfortably, she spun a piece of hair around her finger and awaited Lahvin's response.

ooc: yo this is really long but tldr;

- vera gets ready for party
- makes rikhter almost vomit
- gets party started






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