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Baron Samedi ☠ Nate Simmons (baronsamedi) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-10-25 20:25:00

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baron samedi, chernobog, erebos, eris, geb, horus, loki, maman brigitte, marzanna, nephthys, nyx, phobos, set, sif, thor, tiamat

Going to a Dead Man's Party, Pt 1
Who: EVERYONE.
What: CASKET’s 16th Annual Halloween Party!!!
Where: CASKET
When: October 30th, starting at 7 pm sharp! This thread is getting posted early so everyone can get a head start on the festivities, since this weekend will undoubtedly be busy.
Warnings: Anything can happen.
Notes: All right, boils and ghouls, this is how things will go down.

Upon arriving at CASKET, for two hours everyone will remain in their mortal forms. Drink, discuss, have a good time. Please label your thread with the location of your character - At The Bar, On The Dance Floor, Lounge Area, On Stage Singing My Drunk Little Heart Out, In The Bathroom Puking My Guts Out, whatever strikes your fancy.

Let’s have everyone be nice and courteous: please ask before entering a thread in which there are already two people, unless of course you already have it planned that way.

At 9pm sharp, the deities will begin to take over their mortal shells, though not entirely; only certain aspects will show through, whether it be appearance, powers, or whatever. No full transformations. In this thread, you don’t have to worry about the deities just yet - I will post a second thread for that part of the night.

Have at!

Waiting for an invitation to arrive...goin' to a party where no one's still alive...

CASKET was done up with bells - every inch of the club was redecorated for the main event of the year. Though Julian professed to like no holiday above another, Halloween had always held a special place in his heart. Even if, in modern times, it was meant for those of a younger age, that didn’t mean those of a younger spirit couldn’t join in on the festivities as well! And he strove to provide the most elaborate environment possible for everyone to get their freak on. The addition of Pax patrons was a nice touch, or so he thought - with how lucrative his neighbors had been thus far, who knew what could happen next?

Red lights were exchanged for ultraviolet, hoping to pick out and showcase ghoulish specters in their best light. Every bartender was done up in the best make-up money could buy, elaborate skulls painted on their faces and dressed to match with bones detailing arms and rib cages. The stage area was covered in a thick, ground creeping fog, The Crypt Keeper Five’s instruments already set up and ready to take center stage once the karaoke was done for the evening. Multicolored string lights of skulls were hung from the rafters, adding a festive air to the space amidst the spiderwebs and other macabre decorations. Julian was surveying his work, his own face done up in a friendly looking sugar skull, skeletal gloves covering his fingers while a suit made him seem rather dashing despite his dead demeanor.

The club was already brimming with costume guests, ranging from the sexy to the obscene; as long as no one toted a fake weapon, anything was welcome. Lingering by the bar, he watched the entrance to see who might show up first - and to see if a certain wife was going to make an appearance. His mind lingered for the barest of moments over what would be clinging to those curves, but Julian quickly wiped his mind clean of those thoughts. Undoubtedly she’d only be here to cause trouble, nothing more. Instead, he ordered a Blue Voodoo Doll, which a skeletal Yvette handed to him with a smile. With his potentially most loyal ally manning the bar, Julian was ready for whatever this evening might bring; his lips curved into a smile as Oingo Boingo’s No One Lives Forever blared out over the sound system.

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the__dark__one
2011-11-20 06:01 pm UTC (link)

No sooner did he claim the victory of her hand in his did she claim her own -- although he did not allow her the satisfaction of knowing her success by his expression. But that small caress, that touch that could not have been accidental, was akin to a cold glass of water dumped over his head. Shocking. Breathtaking. He felt it through his chest. And deeper.

Again came that sense of heightened awareness, of coming to life when all the rest of his days behind him had been spent sleeping -- and it was growing in intensity. He could not have known it, but the icy green of his eyes was by degrees lightening... and that undefined sense of mystery that seemed always to cloak him was also intensifying -- but slowly, so that from one moment to the next there seemed to be no difference at all.

"It obscures," he said, lifting her hand and circling her slowly, as if to inspect, before returning again to face her. "That which is most beautiful." And upon returning, drew her hand to his lips before releasing her. "How have you been, Ms.... Cat?"

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full_of_stars
2011-11-28 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Her little half-smile didn't fade, instead remaining on her face as he complimented her and kissed her hand in his unrelentingly old-fashioned way. After withdrawing her hand from his, she managed to gracefully sit in a shadowed, comfortable corner.

"I've been well," she said. "Working, of course. I haven't had time for much else, I'm afraid."

Her hands rested comfortably on her black tutu, the fabric spreading out around her as she sat with her legs together and tilted slightly to the side.

"How have you been, Elias?" she asked, looking up at him.

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the__dark__one
2011-11-28 05:03 pm UTC (link)

She moved like... how did the song go?... grace on the water. Elias found it difficult to keep his guard up -- found that the wall he hastily constructed against her was steadily crumbling. She could destroy him. If he let her. It helped that her costume hid her face -- but her voice, her voice called to him without trying. He knew now that he could not simply turn away from her. This was a madness. She was a sickness in his blood. How quickly she'd infected him.

But a deeper part of him leaned toward her, pulled his body with it, did not allow Elias to dismiss her or to flee in self-preservation. Instead, it pushed him to engage her, to enter into the world where she dwelled. He knew something of what she wanted: conversation, easy companionship, connection without pressure. Could he give her that? He could try; he would try.

"My responsibilities decreased recently," he responded - and his mouth went dry as she turned that dark, dark gaze directly on him. "The half brother of a young lady whom I prefer to see well recently showed up looking for her. He stayed with me for some time, then split his time between me and her, but just returned to New York to tend to personal affairs. It has been some time since someone lived with me, and I had forgotten the time expenditure involved. Now that I have that time back again, I find myself..."

... He found himself, against all odds, more lonely now that Dov was gone. The boy had been a menace to the peace and cleanliness of his apartment. But Elias felt the troubled young man's absence more keenly than he'd expected. But that was nothing to share with Ms. St. Giles with her gentle, easy smile. He spread his large hands briefly before setting one back around his glass and curling the other into a fist on the table.

"... freer than I expected." And then, automatically and without thought, "It is a pity your employer keeps your time so jealously." But he stopped himself from saying the next sentence.

Only just barely.

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full_of_stars
2011-12-02 03:54 am UTC (link)

A half smile curved her deep red lips, and she watched him move, watched his expression -- mostly his eyes. She listened to him speak, enjoying the sound of his voice, finding herself more engaged than she normally would be by small talk -- finding herself genuinely interested in what he was saying.

"Well, it was good of you to let him stay with you," she said. "I don't think I could do it. I so value my privacy, and my alone time."

Her smile took on a thoughtful cast. "Though it can be nice to have someone around, I suppose. Though it's good that you have more time to pursue the things you want to."

The nature of her smile shifted yet again, though, as she considered the topic of her employment.

"I suppose it is a pity, though." She shrugged, unwilling to confess her uncertainty here, to him, even from behind this mask of white make-up, even here in this shadowed corner. Again, her expression shifted, assuming a bit more enthusiasm.

"So what do you plan to do with all your new, free time, Elias?"

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the__dark__one
2011-12-06 11:27 am UTC (link)

"I had hoped we might discover that together," he said.

The sentence hung in the air a second after he closed his mouth. Internally, he railed at himself for not giving thought to what he spoke, for not considering before he opened his foolish mouth. It had come out so naturally, so very easily, and wholly without consideration at all.

A woman like Catherine St. Giles was far out of his league. He knew it, just as the college boy standing in front of Brigetta had known it, then, too. Only with Brigetta, she'd wanted him. There was the difference. This Catherine St. Giles had made her desires clear. And still he persisted.

There was no graceful exit for him. He lifted the glass from the table, took a sip, then stood from where he'd been sitting.

"For now, I will satisfy myself with a dance instead -- should the lady be willing."

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