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Vandal Savage ([info]i_savage) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2009-04-14 16:38:00

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Entry tags:susan pevensie, vandal savage, violet baudelaire

A Savage Party [Open to party guests]
[see here for the guest list]

Ice sculptures: check
Roast pig: check
String quartet: check
Candelabra: check

Although Vandal stood in the castle he'd known for around a thousand years, it was hardly recognizable. The cold, spare remnants of history were obscured by lavish party decorations. Vandal himself was dressed in his courtly attire, cravat and all. He paced a little impatiently, having completed preparations early and now waiting for the guests to arrive fashionably late.

He pulled a PDA out of his pocket to check the time, and waved to one of his staff. "Tell Dino to open the drawbridge. We are officially open."



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[info]ex_i_crusade492
2009-05-02 05:02 pm UTC (link)
Bruce had been able to tell by the paper and the lettering used on the invitation that it was going to be one of those high class parties. Important people would be there. It was the party sort that he particularly loathed, because it was very important that he show himself at it.

Bruce Wayne. Billionaire Playboy. Fancy free.

So he would go.

But he wasn't going to go without a little bit of fun. He'd picked up some female companionship before arriving. Five of them, actually. So that when he walked through the front door, he had a literal armful of girls to each side of him.

They were all dressed nicely, of course. And they would behave themselves, of course. But they were all spoiled brats. They were all vapid, shallow women who Bruce hated. All for show.

He had a look around and then released the girls to explore on their own with a smile on his face as he accepted a glass of champagne.

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