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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 9:46:56 GMT -6
The searchlights from outside the building briefly illuminated the bedroom with each pass. At the window was Korso, standing naked before his city and the parade of cars that inched their way closer to him. On his bed was a heavy-breathing lady lying above the sheets, from time to time wiping the sweat from her forehead. "No...huff...round two tonight...?" she asked, sounding a little disappointed. Korso rubbed his chin as his eyes scanned the crowds moving towards the front of the building. "Looks like everybody got the memo." Grabbing a brown fur coat from off the floor, Korso returned to the bed, helped the woman sit up, and then draped the coat over her shoulders. "Not tonight; business calls," he said, picking up his own clothes. "My men will show you home. Be sure to say hello to your husband for me." *** Thirty minutes later, Korso, dressed in his tuxedo and hat, exited his penthouse and descended to the third floor, the guest bedrooms. Not the most spacious rooms, just a bed and chair in each, but would be enough for guests to sober up or have some privacy. Now he was passing down the second floor. The center room was a balcony that overlooked the main dance floor. In the east wing of the floor was the game room: billiards, card tables, slot machines, etc. In the west wing: the tea room, equipped with the finest silverware, a powder room, and a mini wine bar; outside was a small balcony overlooking the beach. The grand balcony overlooking the front of the building could also be found on this floor. Finally, he was on the first floor. The gold-coated floor spread from the entrance doors to the stage at the end of the dance floor. A bar, manned by two dozen bartenders and bar maidens stretched the entire length of the dance floor. On the opposite side were white linen circle tables with four chairs a piece. Menus were laid upon each staff by spiffy servers, ready to report food orders back to the large kitchen in the back of the building. Before reaching the kitchen, each server would have to pass the dressing room for the dancers and entertainers. A dress and costume closet and dozens of makeup mirrors existed in these rooms, as well as a private room dedicated to Charlotte Marcello. Korso made a final check on the musicians, then the cooks, and lastly the bartenders. "Remember fellas, we respect the law 'round here; we don't serve alcohol, just imitation drinks," said a smirking Korso, earning a laugh from his employees. One of Korso's men suddenly approached him and whispered something in his ear. "Yeah, I know 'bout the shootin'," whispered Korso in anger. "Rourke's got it covered. Bother me 'bout it again tonight and I swear..." Korso's murderous stare drew a gulp from the frightened stooge. A second later, he was outta sight. The grand crescent moon clock above the stage read: 7:55pm. With a snap of his fingers, the men on the second floor balcony started working with the light projectors. Out of nowhere, royal blue light drowned the ballroom walls as the white lamps on the dinner tables sprang to life. The blue curtains of the stage closed. Next time they opened a barrage of gold dancers would appear and get the room fired up, accompanied by a blasting jazz band. Smiling with approval, Korso jogged his way back upstairs. On the second floor, his guardsmen opened the door leading to the grand balcony.
"Ladies and gentlemeeeeeeen!" shouted an enthusiastic man clinging atop the streetlamp outside. "I give you the maestro of magnificence, the sultan of sin and fun, and the presidente of pleasure-" said the man as he spun his hips, drawing laughter from the crowd. "Gatsberry's one and only: Don Korso Marcello~!"
Emerging to a sight of cheers and applause, Korso waved to the well-dressed attendees of his grand opening.
"Thank you," said Korso with a chuckle. "I've been waitin' for too long for this moment. When I came to Gatsberry, I came with a vision: a place where the party never stops, where the music never stops playin', where the feet never stop dancin'." Korso paused as a memory appeared in his mind that took him away from his planned speech. "Somewhere...beneath the moonlight, where magical things happen." He could picture his deceased wife, some twenty-seven years younger, standing before him like she did on the night they met. "Where...love happens..."
With a quick breath, he shook away the thought and kept his eyes on the crowd.
"Well, we have a lot in store tonight. We'll be serving food and drinks until we're all out. There'll be nonstop entertainment, includin' Gatsberry's rising star: the beautiful Charlotte Marcello. You're also most welcome to the rooms on the second and third floor. This place is just as yours as it is mine."
Now was the big moment. After clearing his throat, he began, "So people of Gatsberry, after a year of waitin'," Korso raised his hand, a signal to his men. "I give you: the Moonlight Lounge!"
Fireworks whistled into the air and popped high above the building, just as the stage curtains downstairs opened to the roar of jazz music and dancers. The doors opened with gentlemen ready to take coats and hats. The party had officially begun...
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 10:36:25 GMT -6
Aria stood in the Moonlight Lounge on the first floor as she watched the crowd starting to make it's way to the place. She stood there in her gold heels as she played with her fingers. She could feel herself getting nervous at some many people making their way here. Her long hair was curled up into a updo that showcased her diamond headpiece. Her make up was a bit heavy for tonight, dark mascara to make her eyes look bigger, gold eyeshadow, a bit of blush, and dark red lipstick. The main event of her outfit was her dress though. Her dress was a nude dress that covered itself in lace, giving it a little appearance that she only had lace covering her. The bottom of the dress had golden flowers that trailed into the fringe. The whole dress had a gold tint to it and was specially made for her so she could look different from all of the other girls. It was indeed a showstopper. To go with that she wore simple gold heels. Her accessories was her mother's pearls that her father gave her, where she wore diamond bracelets on her wrists. Her earrings were simple diamond studs. She was beauty to look at, and her father was pleased with her outfit. Even if it did show some cleavage. Aria turned when she heard her father coming down the steps. Her emerald eyes stared at him with a bit of nervousness as he made his way to the first floor. She watched as he checked that everything was good before he talked to his men. Aria tried to go after him, to get him to calm her nerves. But next thing she knew he went back upstairs and made his speech. The moment she saw the curtain fall and the doors open, Aria ran out of the way from the crowd and watched as thousands of people made it in. (Her headband -> click here(Her dress -> click here )
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 10:55:55 GMT -6
Charlotte took a deep breath from back stage putting the final touches on her make up before moving out on stage. She listened to her fathers introduction and began to sing what would probably become the clubs theme song. She laughed as she sang having everyone's attention on her and the stage as they danced around excitedly. She knew she looked perfect in the new dress Daddy got her just for opening night from Miss De Vil and she loved it. Charlotte had made sure to rest and train in the week preceding the opening not wanting to disappoint her Father. her dress here (the black one the blonde is wearing) Charlotte loved this being at the center of attention she would need a break soon but she kept going. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cale was one of the first in so he could congratulate the Don on his grand opening it was only appropriate after all. Considering that the Don was kind enough to let him leave his direct employ to open Jive and Thrive with Vanessa. He would never disrespect the man. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ray had been ordered to the grand opening of Don Korso's new club to take a good look around and see what all he could. He had been thinking about coming anyway once he realized it was the Don's youngest daughter that had been coming in to his favorite café and had been watching him. It was really cute she seemed to blush bright red every time he caught her looking at him.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 20, 2017 11:07:41 GMT -6
The streets alongside the Waterfront were swarming with people all dressed in their finest outfits waiting to get in to the new lounge that was rumored to be the jewel of Gatsberry. They looked so eager and excited, yet were totally ignorant to the body observing their every movement from the top of the old building only a short ways from the Moonlight Lounge.
Peter watched as Don Korso himself stepped out onto the balcony in front, delivering his grand opening speech. The audience cheered down below, and Peter smirked in response. They had no idea what was coming for them.
He looked down at his own apparel, shifting slightly at the feel of the rich fabric that he swore wanted to suffocate him. How do rich people stand wearing this much clothing?! he grumbled as he brushed a few stray hairs off of the coat jacket. His sister, Lina, had taken an old suit of her adopted father's and tailored it to make it look new and stylish, while also making it fit Peter's lean frame. But the fabric was a lot thicker than he was used to, and if it wasn't for the cool ocean breeze from being up as high as he was on the roof, he would probably be dying of heat right now.
Peter looked down towards the entrance to the lounge as the sound of jazz music suddenly burst from inside and filled the night air. Guests started pushing towards the front doors to enter the building. Soon it would be time for Peter to make his own grand entrance. But first he had to wait for the right moment to sneak inside.
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Post by John Diveriõ on Jun 20, 2017 11:08:13 GMT -6
John got out of his car, which he wasn't driving; the poor fella wanted cash so John let the should drive him tonight, how generous? As he looked at the crowd, his annoyed and partially revolted nature only solidified after he heard the man talk more about Korso's 'perfect - reign' oh god, the cockiness that man possessed was stupendous and the humility and 'fun' was scarce. But John shrugged that off his shoulder and entered, showing a more malicious and twisted smirk dawning him, was he being too obvious? So he just gave a warm smile, and soft gaze. Disguising his true scheme with a soft atmosphere, besides it was his friends moment to 'shine'.
At Korso's speech, that pitiful thing. John sighed listening to it: "I've been waitin' for too long for this moment. When I came to Gatsberry, I came with a vision: a place where the party never stops, where the music never stops playin', where the feet never stop dancin'." --- "Somewhere...beneath the moonlight, where magical things happen." --- "Where...love happens..." John let out a sigh you idiot, your utopian, party fantasy land is a false escape; so you can vent past problems, but when this place falls! Don't except me to be their! Don Korso, poor Korso. You despicable excuse for a human. John arched one eyebrow, and narrowed the other one with a smirk as his mind thought the 'impossible - to - express', just as Korso finished his dumb speech, worth vomiting about, John entered. Noticing his victim of the lot.
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Post by Eugene Florence on Jun 20, 2017 11:27:49 GMT -6
Eugene's outfit. Lucille's dress and handbagEugene sat in the back of the taxi cab behind his cousin's seat and rushed to get ready. He didn't have his suit jacket on, his hair was a mess, and he had trouble picking a tie. Lucille tried to put on her make-up as Eugene continued to kick her seat. As Lucille was applying her cherry red lip gloss as the finishing touch, Eugene kicked her seat and caused Lucille to draw an unsteady line of lip gloss across her cheek. "Eugene!", she yelled as turned around to face her cousin, Eugene was startled by her yelling, as was the taxi driver. "What is the matter with you?!", she asked angrily. Eugene quickly put his shoes on and tried on a navy blue tie as he sat up. "Sorry, Luci, just trying to get ready.", he said as he finished tying his tie. "How does it look?", he asked with a forced smile. Lucille scoffed at him and turned to face foward in her seat as she took out a handkerchief and wiped away the streak of lip gloss on her cheek. Eugene shrugged, "Fine.", he said and rolled his eyes, "The gray one is more my color anyway.". He watched Lucille reapply powder and blush her ruined cheek. Eugene kicked her seat making Lucille accidentally put too much powder too close to her eye. "Eugene Garrison Florence I'm gonna-", Lucille began to yell as she leaped over her seat and started to punch Eugene a few times. "Uh, miss?", the taxi driver tried to get Lucille's attention, "We're here.". The taxi pulled up in front of the lounge and stopped. Lucille turned around in her seat to fix her make-up for the last time, grabbed her handbag, threw a $5 tip on the driver and walked out. Eugene parted his hair, put on his glasses, grabbed his suit jacket and walked out. "I told you we we're gonna be late.", Eugene said to his cousin as the taxi quickly drove off behind him. Lucille rolled her eyes and walked into the Moonlight Lounge. "Wait up!", Eugene called out as his quickly put on his suit jacket and ran inside. Lucille was leaning against a wall when Eugene walked up to her. "Did you see Edna when you came in?", Eugene asked. Lucllie shook her head as she watched people start to party. "Well I'm gonna go look around and mingle alright?", Eugene said as he patted Lucille's arm and began to walk away. "What am I suppose to do?!", Lucille asked as she looked to see Eugene walking away. "Stand there and look pretty.", he said with a wink as he gave her a playful salute and disappeared into the crowd. Lucille threw her hands in the air then resumed her postion against the wall as she held her handbag close.
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 11:30:02 GMT -6
Aria watched as the crowd poured in. She stuck out of their way and watched them all start to mingle before dancing when Charlotte started to sing. To which she turned and watched her sister perform. A smile came to her lips before frowning when she felt someone accidentally bump into her. This made her look back to see how many people were able to fit in this place.
"Dad made sure to make it big," Aria thought to herself as she got herself out and away from the crowd to catch a little breath. She was right by the stage now, sitting on it and danced a little to the music. She was the only one allowed to do this, as guards made sure to guard the stage. Here she was able to watch everyone. And everyone could see her. Which was what her father wanted, to make her presence known.
Little did he know she would do it like this due to her fear of huge crowds. But when a waiter came and gave her a glass of champagne, she gently took it, thanked him and took a sip. Hopefully this would make her feel calmer. Though the taste was amazing. "Well Dad, you surely went all out on this," Aria thought as she took another sip and quietly sung along with Charlotte.
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 20, 2017 11:32:24 GMT -6
Artemis had been both dreading and anticipating the opening of the Speakeasy. While it didn't effect her personally, she knew it was all people were going to be talking about this coming week. Trying to have conversations at the social events were hard enough without having to hear the same story from every other person present. Of course it was the biggest event around here this week so it made sense that anyone and everyone would try to come. She absently smoothed down the fabric of her dress, and checked her reflection briefly in the window. Everything was in place and she had to admit she looked pretty nice. Due to the heat of the night Artemis had decided she would rather walk to the spectacle by herself. It was fairly nice out, there was no harm in a walk. Besides this way she could savor the last taste of fresh air and somewhat silence before being thrown into the madness that was going to happen. Finally she reached the building and almost laughed at the expressions on everyone's faces. You would think it was Christmas, the way they gaped up at the inside. Though as she got nearer to the doors, she herself felt like gaping a bit. Maybe she had misjudged this place after all. As she officially entered the Moonlight Lounge her eyes darted around trying to take everything and everyone in. Surely there had to be a familiar face in here somewhere. Outfit
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 20, 2017 11:40:08 GMT -6
The cheering and laughter flooded the street, grabbing a hold of Al's attention. He listened to them praise a man, the man they praised stood firmly upon a balcony. It could only be Don Korso, everyone loses their mind over this man. Al, scoffed to himself even thinking about it. Don Korso, Mr.Dream - loved by everyone. He rolled his eyes, wondering why he was even thinking of it. The thoughts seemed to throw him off and aggravate him. The truth was, Al didn't like Don that much. He didn't seem like a trustworthy man to him. He claimed to do good but Al didn't see the good that he claimed to create.
Al walked down the street with an aloof behavior, he tilted his head back to gaze up at the sky. He stopped and was surprised to see a redheaded boy on a building. He smiled and then realized it was his Gingersnap. He grinned and thought, Well! My gingersnap forgot to mention he was a monkey. He ran to the alleyway and knew of the fire escape to get on top of the building. He paused for a second and was debating on if this was a good idea. His conscious disappeared after a couple of seconds - it normally does in a shorter time. He started to climb, making a lot of racket. He peaked his head up, spotting the ginger boy and then whispered, "Gingersnap?! What are you doing up here?" Al, stared at him tilting his head and smile beginning to form. He pointed to the ground and said, "You know the party is on the ground, right?" He said in a teasing and mocking way.
He climbed onto the roof of the building completely, instead of struggling to see him, balancing on a fire escape. He managed to climb his way up and then rolled over onto the top of the roof. He laid there for a moment and stared up at the sky. He then turned all of his attention to Peter, peaking his head up and saying, "I have a great idea! Troubling but fun!" Al, wiggled his eyebrows at him and smirked, being playful. He sat up and stared at him, thinking of his plan. Let's crash the party.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 11:40:36 GMT -6
With an armed guard on each side, Korso made his way to the first floor that had sprung to life with a fray of smiling guests flooding towards the ballroom. He spotted many familiar faces, and some new ones, the ones he needed to get to know, and some pretty ones that'd linger in his mind for nights to come.
He patted his guard's chest. "Y'all scram, you're killin' the vibe," said Korso, giving a casual order.
"But boss..."
"I'll be fine," he said, patting his pocket which hid a firearm. "More importantly, Aria's probably scared stiff. Find her for me."
The guards nodded and joined the crowd to search for the mafia princess as Korso waited by the stairs, smiling to his guests as Charlotte's lovely voice rang in his ears. As his feet tapped with the beat of the band, his eyes scanned the crowd some more, hoping to find some interesting people to have interesting conversations with.
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 11:48:00 GMT -6
Aria was enjoying her drink when two guards came up to her.
"Your father wants you, Miss." One guard said.
Aria stared down at the guard and glared at him. "But I am happy here," She said as she stayed right where she was. She did not want her feet to touch the ground while the crowd was dancing. Her anxiety would not allow it. Honestly if it was up to her, she'd be on the roof right now and just be by herself. But that would've gotten a big scolding from her father. Something she didn't want.
The guard then gently grabbed Aria's wrist. "I'm sorry Miss, but your dad insisted," He explained as he helped Aria off of the stage and onto the ground. This made Aria roll her eyes but she decided to go with them. Her heart started to beat fast as they moved her through the big crowd. She took a big sip of her champagne and placed the empty glass on a waiter's tray that went by. Hopefully she'd get another soon.
When they made it through the crowd and got to her father, her big emerald eyes looked up at him and rushed to his side. And once she was there she grabbed the back of his sleeve so no one could see how freaked out she was. "I can not believe you made this place big enough to fit everyone," Aria said, complimenting him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 11:54:17 GMT -6
Alexandria had made the last minute decision to be at that inauguration party. She wasn't much of a party person, but she figured it would be a good way to make friends. Ah, no, who was she kidding? Clients. She grabbed a drink at the first opportunity, moving around the corners of the lounge instead of mingling.
She had let her white waves flow down her shoulders, confined on her parted side by a golden hair vine that kept the smaller part behind her ear. She'd tried to match it to her ankle length white dress, adorned with small traces of golden embroidery that made it simple, but still classy enough to mix in with the crowd. Although the rest of her features kept her from doing so, most of the time. She was proud of her dresses, she put a lot of work in her socially accepted clothing. She'd perfected her skill in the few years she'd worked for Cruella, and she hoped she thought of her as she thought of the woman, an old friend. She was quietly hoping to see her around.
So, as she frequently did, she just watched the strangers and, sometimes, the slightly familiar faces, studying them like she studied everyone. She didn't expect to have many interactions, besides the casual hello or a bump caused by the happy chaos of the gathering. and it was more than fine by her.
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Post by Korso Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 11:57:51 GMT -6
"I can not believe you made this place big enough to fit everyone,"
"Good to see you, baby," he said, kissing her cheek. He looked back at the crowd. "You know me, I always gotta keep my eyes on everyone, an' there's no better place than here."
He leaned into her ear.
"How you feelin'? You can use one of the bedrooms upstairs if you get too anxious, ya hear?" He spotted some polished men passing them by. "But if I were you, I'd try introducing myself to some of these gentlemen." That's when he spotted John Diverio entering the establishment. With a smile he continued, "Perferably the ones that can take good care of ya."
He stood up and cleared his throat. "Or if you perfer your security team, I'd be happy to call them up," he said, in a jokingly threatening manner.
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 20, 2017 12:05:37 GMT -6
Peter turned to look behind him as the sound of the fire escape rattled against the side of the building. In a few moments, a mess of black hair popped up over the edge of the roof and whispered, the breeze carrying his voice to Peter's ears.
"Gingersnap?! What are you doing up here? You know the party is on the ground, right?" he said teasingly as he pointed towards the ground.
"Evenin', Coal Bin," Peter replied with a grin. Just the guy he was hoping to see; after all, he could use a little help with his plans tonight. "Havin' a li'l trouble with tha' fire escape, huh?" He smirked as the sounds of the metal continued to rattle under Al's weight. The sight made Peter laugh as his friend lifted himself over the side and rolled onto the rooftop, laying there for a few moments without moving. He walked towards the black-haired kid and looked down at him from above, a humored smirk on his face as he raised his eyebrow teasingly. "Looks like ya put on a li'l weight."
Al raised his head up to look at Peter better, a playful expression on his own face. "I have a great idea! Troubling but fun!" he said, sitting up. Peter could already see the wheels turning in his head, and he smiled.
"If yur thinkin' wha' I'm thinkin', it will be!" Peter said in response, as he grabbed each side of his jacket lapel with both hands in a confident pose. "Wha' would a party be if the two street-kings of Gatsberry weren' there to enjoy i' too?" He winked in Al's direction before glancing towards where the bright lights of the lounge cut through the evening sky, the sounds of their lively voices mingling with the waves from the docks and reverberating against the side of the buildings surrounding them. So many expensive dresses, suits, and accessories were in that place... It was a jackpot of wealth to be sure! And Peter wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity.
"Care to be my date to this roarin' party, Coal Bin?" he said teasingly as he bowed towards him in a playful flourish.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jun 20, 2017 12:15:47 GMT -6
As she entered the fancy place Elizabeth had to fight really hard not to jump around like a little girl and scream in a high pitched voice like a maniac. The night just seemed way too promising for her. The glamorous and enormous location, the mass of magnificantly dressed people, the people themselves who attended, the conversations that were going on, just everything gave her so much inspiration she almost went crazy. Not to mention that she herself eventually got to wear something fancy and on top of that she didn´t even come alone to the grand opening. Directly at her side was her flatmate John Constantine which for once looked like a proper human being. In fact her "date" for the night even had a matching tie going along with her dress. Truth to be told however it was rather due to a joke of hers by hiding all other clean ties of his that they were matching. Dress
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