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Post by hanniballecture on Oct 17, 2009 18:28:42 GMT -5
[shadow=maroon,left,500]“THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH”[/shadow]
“The “RED DEATH” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal---the redness and the honor of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour.” - - - - - -GREAT TALES AND POEMS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE by Edgar Allan Poe- - - - - -
“How many times will I have an 18th birthday before I die?” Night had always wondered to herself. “Milady?” A boy had come into the room Night was currently presiding in. “Hannibal, right?” Night asked the boy as he advanced closer to her. “Do you know me?” He questioned Night. “The question is how do you know me? And I don’t remember hearing a knock.” She had so deviously pointed out. He stopped in his tracks. “My apologies. It would seem I had forgotten my manners.” “At least you have manners, it’s a rather rare trait in a boy, or do you prefer man? Perhaps gentleman would be better suited. Or, am I mistaken?” Night had turned to the boy, and what she saw, even with the converse that went on, was shocked, impressed, and flattered to see such etiquette and manners, he bowed as a sign of not only an apology but a sign of respect. “Certainly, a gentleman. Here, I thought chivalry had died along with the many that died in the wars.” Night flashed a smile toward Hannibal, and he noticed the, similar to his own, elongated pair of canines, however the difference between Hannibal and Night, was that Hannibal is to cannibalism, to eat the flesh of humans, as Night is to vampirism, a blood lust. “I am Hannibal Lecture, and I had heard that there would be a rather fancy gala affair tonight, and thought I would take a look around, but it seems you are informed of my name as I am yours.” “Yes, I had heard about from my aunt, who is hosting the “fancy gala affair” as you put it She said that a woman of Japanese descent was coming with her nephew, and heard a thing or two about said nephew being a gentleman, which I found hard to believe. But I believe I can rest assured now, that chivalry and manners aren’t dead… yet.” He laughed a bit at the statement of “aren’t dead… yet.” He left the room and its tenant with a bow.
Later, Hannibal and his aunt made sure to mingle with Night, her aunt and uncle. (This is before Demetri and Rosette were born). The “gala affair” was a masquerade which reflected on the 18th to 19th century nobilities.
But that was long ago. Now, December 31, 2019, at some old fancy building on the somewhat clean side of the city, that was being rented out for a huge New Years Masque, but how long will it last before the Erasers crash the masque?
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Post by Night and Akito on Oct 17, 2009 21:44:38 GMT -5
Night and a few other girls were in the dressing room for girls only. She felt that with it being this day and this age there was bound to be a peeping tom somewhere. So she made sure she was on her highest level of guard and self awareness as she dressed herself in a long flatish dress (Dark/Demon Dress Set- jehte.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=art&action=display&thread=1301&page=1 ) and pinning her hair in a braided bun being held up with dressy fancy hair needles (which if nesecary can be used as throwing needles) added a hidden dangerous charm to her lovely black and white long flowing hair. Night worked on getting her mask on and wanted to get out of this fashion diva filled room.
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Post by hanniballecture on Oct 29, 2009 18:36:42 GMT -5
“It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven—an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue—and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange—the fifth with white—the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet—a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp of candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire, that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that steamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.” - - - - - -GREAT TALES AND POEMS OF EDGAR ALLAN POE by Edgar Allan Poe- - - - - -It would seem that the ladies of this masked affair are using the violet chamber as a girl’s only dressing room and private room. Just as the boy’s only room happens to be the blue chamber at a far opposite end of the building. Hannibal thought to himself. “Hmm, I wonder what Milady is up to, and what she intends to wear.” He chuckled; amused with the déjà vu feeling from when he had first met “Milady”. Hannibal was relaxing, since all he needed to do was place his mask on, and as it was nearing 10:00 p.m., which was when many more guests were expected too arrived. He was sitting in the green chamber reading poetry of the dark romantic variety. Though Hannibal would’ve preferred to stay in the western, black chamber, however, that particular room was off limits. The lease holder agreed to allow such a fancy assembly of party-like activities, on the condition that no one and they meant NO ONE entered that room. So because Night was the host or rather hostess of the New Years celebration, (even though it was Hannibal’s idea for a disguised birthday celebration for Night, and a New Years party) Night was the keeper of the key and kept that room locked to make sure no one with a low tolerance and high drinking rate tried to get in or anyone with a high curiosity or anything could get in. jehte.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=writing&thread=1256&page=4
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 13, 2009 1:36:48 GMT -5
Thane peered through the Gothic windows into a bright orange room. Looking around he saw that no one was in it and slowly eased the window open. He slipped in and folded his wings and as far as they would go. He turned his coat inside out so that it was red with orange lining. He slipped it on over his clothes, then belted it up. He turned toward a mirror with an orange tinting and combed back his hair with his hands, then slipped on his mask. It was a red half mask with gold trimmings and gold markings. It had a horned like cut and suited him perfectly. (http://www.caufields.com/productimages/Mardigras/Images/57193.jpg) He had washed out his hair dye for this occasion so it was a pure, golden colour. He smiled, then turned and opened the door a crack. He peered out, to make sure no one was coming, then closed the door again and sat down in one of the chairs. He pulled a book out of his coat pocket and opened it. It was a old, ragged, rusty coloured book with the majority of Thane's favourite poetry and prose.
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 13, 2009 14:24:41 GMT -5
With her mask ( i713.photobucket.com/albums/ww134/NightTenjo/Fighting%20Sets/ts.jpg ) on she left the violet chamber and was moving to one of the empty rooms. Before heading for on of the unoccupied rooms that spaced the blue room from the violet room, she turned to go the opposite direction to check and make sure the black room was locked. She jiggled the handle then unlocked the room slowly opened the door looked all around then backed up, quietly shutting the door and locking it. Finished with the task of sealing the black chamber that was off limits she headed for one of the other rooms to sit and relax, to sort her thoughts, in lonesome silence. She checked the white room, a small group chattering before the party. She checked the orange room it didn’t look like anyone was in there until she noticed a red coat in the room full of orange. When she realized that there was in fact a person in the room she hoped she could turn around and leave before the unknown person noticed her.
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 14, 2009 0:45:40 GMT -5
Thane was so engrossed in his book that he didn't even notice the girl until a reflection off her mask caught his attention. He looked up, flipping his book shut. His coat had been patched up it looked almost new, however the stitching was still obvious if one looked close. Her hair looked familiar somehow...He frowned and tried to remember where he might know her from, then gave up and asked politely,"My I help you My Lady?".
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 14, 2009 11:09:37 GMT -5
Night turned as red as the young man’s coat under her mask, but that could easily be seen since it only covered the top half of her cheeks and around her eyes. She kind of chuckled out of a familiar embarrassment. “Sorry I was just looking for a place to hide I guess. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” Night turned and started heading out the doorway.
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 15, 2009 3:22:06 GMT -5
Thane shook his head,"No it's ok. You can hide out here, I get why you don't want to be out with all the people". I remember her voice too..., he thought vaugely, not really that interested in where he knew her from, but instead who she was. "So, are you this mysterious hostess I've heard bso much about", he asked innocently. He wanted to find out who this stranger was, for the sake of knowing who he was dealing with in this place. His eyes sparkled behind his mask and he fingered his book.
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 15, 2009 5:58:27 GMT -5
Night looked down a bit to avoid eye contact and placed her view at the young man’s book, poetry. And from the looks of the book’s design it was dark poetry. She blushed guessing that the poetry was her type of dark romantic. She snapped out of her daydream when a question of hostess occupation was directed at her. “You’ve been hearing so much about me? That’s hard to believe.” After a small moment of silence Night shut the door until only a crack was left, with herself in the room with this familiar man.
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Post by hanniballecture on Dec 15, 2009 6:06:44 GMT -5
Hannibal started to get bored just sitting by himself and wanted to keep his dear hostess company, and safe. He shut his book, set it on the table, stood up and was headed for the violet room to see if she was still in there. But as he walked toward the girls’ room he stopped by each room to check it. First blue which was actually the opposite direction from the violet room. The boys’ room, but he turned after looking in, then the purple and then rechecked the room he was in and headed toward the next room.
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 16, 2009 2:42:21 GMT -5
"Well, I've heard enough. Just about everything except your name", he replied, motioning to a seat,"Come, sit down. Might as well get some rest before the dances begin". He smiled at her and flipped his book open again, to his favourite poem,"So, do you like dark romance?", he asked, noticing how she eyed his book.
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 16, 2009 16:00:32 GMT -5
Night saw his motioning and took her seat. “Thanks. It's Night, but I never got yours either.” She said genuinely.
When he asked about the poetry she looked away with a blush burning across her face. “Whose work and which pieces are you reading?” Night couldn’t help but blush because and she never would let anyone know exactly how she feels about dark romantic poetry. She doesn’t just love it and enjoy it but she loves it, especially when it is read aloud to her in a perfect voice. Verbally driving her mad with words of dark passionate love and lost love.
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 16, 2009 18:05:32 GMT -5
Thane shrugged and smiled again,"A many few, mostly unknown poets. At the moment I'm reading Puppet Terror, by John Koening. Have you ever heard of him?". His eyes sparkled again,Night, now I remember. She's the girl from the abandoned house a few days ago. How did she get here?
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 16, 2009 18:13:49 GMT -5
“Honestly I don’t know very much of his work, but I am familiar with Puppet Terror,” she cleared her throat; “I still didn’t get your name…” she was still embarrassed and worried he might figure out her weakness.
OOC~ there is no way night is going to recognize thane rgith away since his dye is gone cuz he's blond right?
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 16, 2009 18:33:05 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, his hair is really blond, he just dyes it. But he's going to lie anyway. He's really paranoid.
Thane hesitated for a moment before replying,"Nathan, My Lady". He had to struggle to stop himself from sweeping an elegant bow. He smiled to himself at the idea of lying about his name,Paranoid much?
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 16, 2009 18:42:40 GMT -5
Night wasn’t sure if he was lying or telling the truth, but how can you tell the truth with a masque? “Nice name. And you don’t need to address me like that. I reminds me too much of a friend of mine who always addresses me like that. I admit once in a while it’s nice but it is just in his nature to use an over excessive use of the highest of manners.
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Post by hanniballecture on Dec 16, 2009 18:45:45 GMT -5
Hannibal walked closer to the orange room hearing his lady’s voice and another’s voice, a male voice. He stood there, out of worry and sadly it was bad manners to but stood there eavesdropping on his lady’s conversation.
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Post by Frost-Thane102 on Dec 17, 2009 4:06:15 GMT -5
"Well then, that's a relief, I was worrying I was going to have to start bowing to you", he smiled, wondering who the friend was when he heard something at the door,"I know you're there. It's rude to eaves drop you know". His smile disappeared as he waited to see if they would show themselves.
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Post by hanniballecture on Dec 17, 2009 13:26:05 GMT -5
Hannibal knew this and started to walk to the next room not wanting his lady to realize his momentary lack of manners.
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Post by Night and Akito on Dec 17, 2009 13:26:48 GMT -5
Night covered her mouth as she giggled at the comment, then turned to look at the door but only saw a shadow moving away from the door. She decided it wasn’t really important because the mysterious eavesdropper left.
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