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Okay. razz I can control most of the other characters so you don't have to worry about how the plot goes

Let's do something simple. A night by the lake in a large, lavish mansion. It is a summer camp like thing but the owner of the mansion is suspicious. Hmmm or just a stroll by the lake...those always are fun.

Alright let's begin...


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The glass doors slid outward into a clear, starfilled night. MoT stepped outside, dressed in his usual tuxedo, onto the marble-stone balcony to take in the view and relax after a hot day. The full moon was rising above the sloping, forest-covered mountains in the distance and was as white as silver and made crystal lines across the large lake in the distance. MoT went to the edge of the balcony and let his hands rest on the intricately carved stone ledge. A gust of cold air passed by his face and he sighed.

((ack you should see some committed RPers...I don't know how...but they can have several paragraphs each post...it's crazy!))

MoT broke into a smile and a laugh as his eyesight suddenly disappeared, "Eheheh, who is this? ....is that you, Beth?" MoT waited a moment and then leaned all his weight backwards onto Beth. He'd probably end up hitting his head on the polished marble floor but his eyesight would be back. Hopefully.

MoT laughed in his deep, crystal voice and turned his head to Beth, "Well...I was thinking...since the dance downstairs didn't exactly turn out the way most people wanted and since I'll probably be hated..."

MoT recalled the prank he pulled of tying balloons full of sticky juice next to the lights. The rubber melted and the balloons all burst onto the people below at the same time. MoT had escapped to the door to watch the scene take place. Perfect timing.

He laughed again and continued, "Perhaps a stroll by the lake? It's a beautiful night."

MoT nodded and felt his black bangs shake against his forehead, "I know I'd be dead. But of course, I would never allow you to be in a situation like that. I respect you too much. I wonder if Master Verger will figure out it was me...hmm...better keep quiet or else he will. Come, let's go."

MoT turned and walked back into the room with Beth. It was filled lavishly with European tapestries, rugs, a large bed, and a redwood wardrobe. MoT passed everything without a glance into the long hallway. It was warm inside and brightly lit. He turned to look at Beth through his deep, maroon eyes.

((Alright, g'night smile ))

MoT continued down the hallway. The two came to a large stairwell where the red rug below cut suddenly and followed the stairs all the way down. Looking down the center aisle of it was like looking at a double helix from above. The stairs spiraled around and around. The two reached the bottom and MoT was glad not to see anyone following them. In fact, no one was around. Everyone was probably in the showers, the boys especially angry they couldn't spend their time with their girls. Finally the two arrived at the entrance. Two huge wooden doors with stain glass embedded into the wood and gold door handles. Pictures depicting heaven and hell in the fashion described by Dante's Divine Comedy.

Without a creak, the right door swung open and MoT let Beth exit first. A rush of cool air hit MoT's face like a slap but after a moment of getting used to it, it was refreshing. The lake was along the back of the mansion. There was a dimly lit trail that led to the beach.

Slowly, from behind, Robert, one of MoT's friends, followed quietly and quickly. He, like Beth and MoT, wasn't in the ball room at the time of the prank. Like a tiger sneaking up on its prey, he followed the couple into the crystal night. He'd get a good laugh out of scaring the two. His intuition told him that MoT had pulled the prank. It was his intuition that saved him from a sticky situation when he noticed MoT step out of the room. He even had to politely decline the girl he was dancing with. Oh, her expression was priceless. He knew that it wasn't that MoT didn't care, he just liked having fun. He would probably send the girl a rather fancy birthday gift when February came around. Even after just meeting MoT, he couldn't tell if he was a gentleman, or a sly prankster. He figured it would be the latter. MoT was telling him about some other jests he had up his sleeve just the other night. Yes, scaring him would be fun.