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foltpc4lyf (foltpc4lyf) wrote in foltlins,
@ 2008-10-29 00:25:00

Current mood:

chipper

HALLOWE'EN MASQUE!!!
Who: EVERYBODY ON THIS ACCOUNT
When: FRIDAY HALLOWE'EN
Where: VINCENT HALL NEAR SID'S HOUSE WHICH IS SOMEWHERE IN THE UK
What: SID'S MASQUE YAY!

Sid Demedici knew how to throw a party. This was only another extension of her natural predisposition to sociability and her years of learning underneath a socialite mother, but still, the girl'd done good. While there was no one in particular greeting guests, the entrance had been clearly marked, and refreshments (of the alcoholic and non- variety, along with a good deal of surprisingly delicious appetizers), were immediately available, along with music playing that Jack would have generally approved of, because you don't date Jack Sinistra and then throw a party with music he dislikes. It's just not a good idea.

The hall filled up quickly; it was immediately obvious that the journals had not been the only venue on which Sid and Thibault had invited people. And, all around the hall, people had masked interactions they would probably regret in the morning.

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The Road Not Taken

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-29 01:40 am UTC (link)

The Road Not Taken was feelin' pretty good, man.

Free food, free drinks, an excess of what appeared to be pretty young girls in attractive costumes (not that The Road Not Taken was taking anything for granted)... not a bad night, as far as nights go. Of course, the music was a bit juvenile, and true, The Road had had... more sophisticated fare in the past, but hey, sometimes overly sugary vodka drinks were the way to go.

In case anyone's wondering, The Road Not Taken was, in fact, a road. It wasn't paved or anything -- it was grassy, and wanted wear -- but the image of a person walking around with an attractive road painted on wood (charmed to be light) built around the bodysuit and mask it was wearing was pretty strange. Still, considering The Road was surrounded by two lengthy boards, it was doing surprisingly well for mobility.

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The Dying of the Light

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-29 01:43 am UTC (link)

RAGE, RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

Rage all you want, motherfuckers. The Dying of the Light was here!

Entering with a strut that seemed somewhat out of place for a dude whose only costume was black clothes, black facepaint, and a mostly black mask with a flash of white (flickering, protesting against all the dying!) on it, The Dying quickly found the drinks, drank one, and took another to wander with, beginning to stalk the periphery of the dance floor for a pretty girl to dance with. The Dying was ready to kill off some virginal innocent pure light, fo sho.

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The Faerie Queene- Una

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-29 10:19 pm UTC (link)

Una, from The Faerie Queene, was just walking away from the table of drinks (with a highly alcoholic drink in hand) when her eyes suddenly fell on to the flash of white that made her feel a bit like she was having a seizure. "That is obnoxious," she stated calmly. "Though I appreciate the attention to detail, I suppose."

Granted, that isn't to say that Una hadn't gone to fairly great lengths in her own, incredibly elaborate, medieval gown and ornate mask that had the word "Truth" glinting across it every few minutes or so.

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	The Dying of the Light foltpc4lyf 2008-10-31 04:22 am UTC (link)
	Well, this one looked hot. Kind of a bitch, but hot. "I'm obnoxious," the Dying of the Light said cheerfully. "I'm the dying of the light. I killed Dylan Thomas' father. Didn't regret it, either. Who're you then, love?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	The Faerie Queene- Una foltpc4lyf 2008-10-31 04:57 pm UTC (link)
	Una nodded once in approval, "Wonderful, then. I'm Una from 'The Faerie Queene' and I generally can't breathe in this corset thing so I'm starting to regret the decision, really." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	DEAD LIGHT DEAD LIGHT DEAD LIGHT DEAD LIGHT foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:04 am UTC (link)
	The Dying of the Light very much wanted to suggest just taking it off and being done with it, then, but suspected he'd regret it later if he did. Instead, he shrugged diplomatically. "Looks nice," he said noncommitally, sipping his drink. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Uuuuuuuuuuuunaaaaaaaaa foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:16 am UTC (link)
	Una smiled, slightly surprised at the answer, for one reason or another. "Thank you. I suppose it's worth it then." She took a sip of her drink and glanced around at the various guests and costumes and what with amusement. "So, how 'bout this madness, then?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Dying Light, Dying Heat foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:27 am UTC (link)
	"I think it could get a lot more mad," the Dying of the Light replied, surveying the crowd unenthusiastically. "If I had a masque, you could bet a lot more people'd be naked by now. And drunk. And dancing. This is a bit shit, comparatively. What can you expect from a bunch of folk who read poetry all the damn time, though?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Una foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:37 am UTC (link)
	Una raised an eyebrow skeptically, "Well, aren't you a bit cocky." The Dying of the Light was amusing, she decided. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Dying o' the Lighten foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:38 am UTC (link)
	"Not cocky," the Dying replied, looking at Una mildly. "Just honest. This party's too slow for my taste. Why, you likin' it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Una foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:51 am UTC (link)
	Una shrugged, "It's more entertaining than just getting pissed at a bar. Well. More creative, anyway." She smirked at the Dying, "But I do agree that being drunker, dancing, and the potential for nudity would be more amusing." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Dying of the Light

foltpc4lyf
2008-11-03 01:54 am UTC (link)

The Dying of the Light smirked. It was a slow process, as if it took his mind a moment to realize what his soul was thinking, a moment more for his mouth to begin to respond, and yet another moment for his good sense to process the potential pros and cons of the thought, and allow the smirk to develop fully.

"What say we do everything in our power to make this party a little more interestin', then?" he asked quietly.

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	Una foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 02:00 am UTC (link)
	Una's smirk fleshed out to a full smile as she nodded, "Yes. Where should we begin, then?" This was the sort of party she'd been hoping for. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	The Dying of the Light foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 02:05 am UTC (link)
	"I think," Dying said slowly, "we should start this off by splitting off, finding new people, and either getting them in on the plan, getting them shmammered, snogging their faces off, or traumatizing the hell out of them. Then we meet up and discuss our next move. Deal, luv?" he asked, flashing her a devil grin. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Una foltpc4lyf 2008-11-05 12:56 am UTC (link)
	Una nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, yes. Wonderful plan. I'm going to need more alcohol for this..." she trailed off as she headed to the drinks. (Reply to this) (Parent)

M. Anantanarayanam

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-29 01:31 pm UTC (link)

M. Anantanarayanam was in the house. Furthermore, M. Anantanarayanam probably was hot shit. Mostly androgynous but suspiciously elegant, in a cocked hat and jewelled mask, M. Anantanarayanam appeared to be somewhat male, if admittedly a bit... showy.

That was alright. M. Anantanarayanam could deal with showy as an adjective. Strutting through the party with half a smirk just-barely-visible beneath his(?) mask, M. Anantanarayanam looked for people to talk to. Preferably people with names as awesome as M. Anantanarayanam, but let's face it: that just wasn't gonna happen.

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Tiresias

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-29 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Tiresias was a sight to fucking see. There's something about, amongst all the people in body tights and hats and shit, having some dude with tits and a mask walk in. Tiresias had decided to take Eliot's description as literally as possible and, through the use of various charms, costume pieces, and, in some cases, curses (never accuse Tiresias of doing things halfass), Tiresias had successfully made himself look like an "old man with wrinkled female breasts."

He was also, despite what anonymity the mask presented (although Tiresias was fairly sure nobody was going to catch onto his identity even if he took off his mask and started doing a fucking jig), visibly blind. He had a large, crooked wooden staff that he was using to feel he way around with, and his eyes were shockingly milky.

Basically, if he hadn't had great big long bared wrinkled tits and a mask on, people might've thought some random creepy begger had wandered into the party.

Actually unintentionally, he knocked someone on the leg with his staff. "Beg pardon..." he wheezed quietly, pausing in his hobbling to regard the wounded party with his chin in the air and his milky eyes moving wildly.

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HOWL

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-30 08:59 pm UTC (link)

HOWL, though not generally a big Ginsberg fan in his everyday life, had decided that if ever there were a fitting time to be someone else, it was Halloween at a completely anonymous party. With HOWL having taken his inspiration from the section about angelheaded hipsters and smokers, and borrowing generously from the beat movement, HOWL's now-pale, golden and glittering curls were tucked behind his ears and held in place by oversized Ray Ban sunglasses. Aside from that, he wore a thin black turtleneck sweater with slick black (and appropriately belted) pants, and he held a lit cigarette in one hand, which he took a drag from occasionally as he made his way around the room.

Settling on a nice spot between the vodka and the crudite, HOWL poured himself some scotch in a shallow glass and took a nice, preparatory sip. Alright, so it was yet another party where he didn't really know anyone, but hey - at least in theory - they were all in the same boat.

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Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-31 04:19 am UTC (link)

VTWCW, as he would henceforth be referring to himself for the rest of the night (please notice the similarity to "TWAT" halfway), had a kind of sick sense of humour. So when he'd remembered the poem "Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams," which mocked the poem "This Is Just To Say" by William Carlos Williams, he'd decided to take things a bit further.

Blood spattered, messy, and grinning like a masked maniac, VTWCW came in dragging what appeared to be a large, severed leg, and carrying a bloodied crosscut saw. Apparently, he just had to apologize for sawing someone apart at the thigh.

Personally, VTWCW was pretty damn proud of himself. He did think it'd be a bit of a nuisance to carry both his props and hold a drink, though. He'd try to give someone the leg as a present, maybe. (Please. It was a former piece of furniture that'd been broken and had the hell charmed out of it all week. It used to be the leg of a table.)

"Hello," VTWCW said, looking at HOWL speculatively. He wondered if HOWL would like an extra leg.

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-31 04:32 am UTC (link)

So, Howl was just standing around calmly sipping his second scotch and adjusting his sunglasses when-

Wait.

What in the hell was that?

"You know, Frankenstein wasn't written in poetic verse," Howl noted rather calmly, giving this rather... fearsome looking stranger a once-over. Admittedly, he didn't really think he looked like Frankenstein, but he wasn't really sure what he was supposed to be, and at this point, he was just praying it was a costume. "Are you a... war-related epic, or a gothic poem?"

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	Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams foltpc4lyf 2008-10-31 04:38 am UTC (link)
	VTWCW grinned hideously behind his mask. "'Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams'!" he proclaimed gleefully. "Taking stolen plums to a whole new level. What the hell are you?" he asked, setting down his leg so it rested against, er, his other legs, to give his arm a rest. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

foltpc4lyf
2008-10-31 02:26 pm UTC (link)

"Ah," said Howl, raising an eyebrow in some mixture of concern and confusion, "I guess I missed the severed leg portion of that poem. My mistake," he conceded graciously - well, mock-graciously anyway - before answering the severed-legged-stranger's question.

"I am Howl by Allen Ginsberg," he stated simply, taking a drag from his cigarette as if to demonstrate, "You know, 'Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz.' That section, mostly. However, I do have one communist pamphlet, as well, for the sake of continuity." Howl, in his early youth, had often been told that he was to memorize poetry because, at adult parties, people will often call upon you to recite the poetry you know, and if you don't know any proper poetry, you will offend your hosts. And until this very moment, Howl had never once found that to be even remotely accurate.

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Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams

foltpc4lyf
2008-11-03 01:06 am UTC (link)

"No, I don't know," VTWCW replied, smiling crookedly beneath his mask. "I don't know at all. Good on the communists, though. I don't think there was a severed leg in my poem. Actually, I'm pretty damn sure there wasn't. Thought I'd take it a bit further, see. And before you ask, I didn't memorize mine. Were we supposed to? Is Sidney going to attack me if I don't?"

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Howl by Allen Ginsberg

foltpc4lyf
2008-11-03 01:18 am UTC (link)

"I see," Howl replied, raising an eyebrow in extreme-masquerading-as-mild confusion, "Well, if I may ask, why did you bring one? Did you feel the poem conjured up images of severed legs, or was it just lying around?" He polished off his scotch before pouring himself a bit more - he was by no mean a lightweight, and one more scotch wouldn't do any harm. "I'm not sure, actually. I don't think there was anything about it on the invitation, I just... decided to memorize mine. Though, I actually knew most of it before. I mean, I had read it a few times."

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	Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, just lying around," VTWCW replied lightly, smiling and swigging his drink. "Isn't Howl a great big bloody long poem, though?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Howl by Allen Ginsberg

foltpc4lyf
2008-11-03 02:03 am UTC (link)

"Of course, it was only natural for you to pick it up, then," Howl noted thoughtfully, though, had VTWCW been able to see behind his sunglasses, he would have noticed that "thoughtful" bore some striking similarities to "horrified." In any case, he shrugged it off. "I suppose it is rather long, yes," he replied, as if this was something that had never occurred to him before, "I don't know the end nearly as well as I know the beginning, I suppose."

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	Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 01:03 pm UTC (link)
	"So how does the end go, then?" VTWCW asked cheekily. "Make shit up if you don't remember," he added, glancing around the room. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Howl by Allen Ginsberg foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 09:31 pm UTC (link)
	"I believe of's something about 'the door of my cottage in the western night,' but don't quote me on that," Howl responded, trying to remember the bit before it, though the whole saying-it-backwards-in-his-head thing wasn't really working out, "Bit before is about airplanes, I think. And maybe John Calvin." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams foltpc4lyf 2008-11-03 09:58 pm UTC (link)
	"Who the fuck is John Calvin?" VTWCW demanded, regarding Howl imperiosuly. He needed more alcohol. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Howl by Allen Ginsberg foltpc4lyf 2008-11-05 01:32 am UTC (link)
	Oh, bugger. This would take entirely too long to explain. "Allen Ginsberg's cousin," he replied, taking a sip of his scotch and averting his eyes. "Well, or a famous christian philosopher. One of the two." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams foltpc4lyf 2008-11-05 01:57 am UTC (link)
	"How about both?" VTWCW suggested helpfully, opening another drink and hefting up the leg onto his shoulder (one gruesome piece of congealed blood fell down behind him as a result, causing a nearby party guest to cringe in horror). (Reply to this) (Parent)