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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 14:06:20 GMT -6
When Korso flirted with Aurora, Aria instantly felt like gagging. She hated it when her Dad did that in front of her. She looked at Elias with a frown. "I'm sorry Elias, but I must go.. We will catch up later, I promise," Aria whispered to him before she took her drink and snuck away from her Dad. She hated that she had to go, she was seeing a side of her Dad she had missed. But the moment he flirted with girls half his age, she couldn't do it.
So there she was walking away from her Dad. She walked towards the kitchen and walked into it. Once she was there, the main chef immediately welcomed her and asked her what she wanted. She told him she wanted a small filet of steak with veggies on the side. She told him how she would like it seasoned and how spicy she wanted it. The girl had a taste for nothing but spicy. Plus it was her favorite dish, so what else would she want at a party?
The chef immediately cooked it up, placed it on the plate neatly and gave it to her. This made her smile and thanked him before she went to the dining room and started to eat it. She took a sip of her Martini and continued to eat her steak in the dining area. Already she could feel her nerves calming down. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be so bad after all?
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 20, 2017 14:17:49 GMT -6
Peter followed Al down towards the alley, stopping at one of the floor's balconies along the fire escape to watch his friend's performance. The poor fellow that was walking by looked quite drunk, but he was dressed for the occasion at least. Now all Al had to do was find some way to steal his clothes.
He watched with amusement from his perch as Al glanced back up at him, shrugging his shoulders. Peter gave him a thumbs up back, resisting the urge to laugh at how lost the kid looked.
When he had finally found a piece of wood on the ground and used it to knock the drunkard out, Peter slipped down towards the ground, landing with a quiet thud on the dirty stones.
"That was easy, Gingersnap!" Al said proudly as he moved to strip the guy of his clothes.
Peter rolled his eyes, sighing. "The goal is ta knock 'im ou', Al, not ta kill 'im," he whispered as he stood guard while Al changed. They were lucky this part of the waterfront was so barren with everyone over towards the lounge; that crack could have been loud enough to alert anyone in the immediate area. But thankfully the guy was still alive. Though he'd have a massive headache when he woke up, both from the booze and the unexpected 'greeting.'
Checking that the coast was clear, he glanced back as Al did the finishing touches to the suit, popping the collar up. "Okay! How do I look?" the raven-haired kid asked with a smirk. Peter couldn't help but laugh a little at his dramatic flair, especially when Al spun like he was some kind of model on a runway.
"I think ya'll do," Peter said with a playful wink as he peeked around the corner. The lines were still long to the entrance, but that was good for them; gave them more cover for getting inside the place. "Lacie is meetin' us here." He squinted through the dark of the night, seeing a flash of pink walking towards their location carrying a suit.
"Well that's fantastic," she said as she arrived, her eyes glancing between Al, Peter, and the poor guy now only wearing his breeches. "You couldn't've waited five more minutes?"
Peter whistled, giving Al an amused look as the raven-haired kid received a scolding from Lacie. She may be younger than they were, but she had a lot of sass for one kid. Which was partially why they got along together so well.
Peter shrugged his shoulders in response, doing a quick check of the streets. So far so good, he thought as he motioned for Al and Lacie to follow him. They slipped up towards the lounge, being sure to stay in the shadows until they reached the main road that would take them towards the crowd of people by the front doors.
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Post by John Constantine on Jun 20, 2017 14:19:52 GMT -6
"A drink? That sounds perfect!" Giving her mate a bright smile Elizabeth went right on to hurry towards the bar. There was no time to waste now! After all the night only had some hours and who knew if she ever would get the chance again to go to such an event. At least at that young age were she was old enough to stay up all night and be able to enjoy all the benefits of being an adult woman. Sure there were some elder women like Cruella for example who still were as spirited and in shape as a young teenager but still who knew how Eliza would be at that age. Hell she even could as well find herself in heaven the next morning. After all there were true gangsters all around her. As Elizabeth and John had made their way to the bar, the female again had quite the struggle to decide what to drink. However after a bit of moving back and forth in her thoughts about what to go for she decided to go for some good clean and fresh water with a piece of lemon in it. If she wanted something else she surly could still come back later. Also right now the food was more important to her since once she had the drink she already dragged Constantine with her to the variety of offers for meals and snacks of all kind. Not that the male seemed to be bothered by it or at least that was what Elizabeth thought. He barely had time to react before she yanked him along to the bar, getting a water and some lemon. Constantine sighed and signaled for two of those. They got their drinks before Elizabeth was at it again, tugging him along like a dog on a leash. He couldn't help but laugh. She was a real take charge sort of gal. But it seemed food was on her mind next. Also a good plan. Most people would dance first, not wanting to dance on full bellies but the food would get cold and not as tasty. Constantine wasn't much of a dancer either.
He held his drink as still as he could as she dragged him to the next 'station'. Didn't want to spill anything on any of the other guests. The last thing he wanted was some bloke trying to pick a fight over something stupid like that. And no one wanted to make an uproar at one of Korso Marcello's events. If they did, they wouldn't live to tell the tail.
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"Darling, I've seen talent and I have seen rubbish, and that was complete and utter rubbish."
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Post by Cruella de Vil on Jun 20, 2017 14:22:13 GMT -6
The sight of lights was truly a beauty to behold, and it made everyone know that for the time being, Gatsberry would become the capital of lights, party and sin in a more intense sense of the word. Everything would shine upon the city, and everyone would know exactly what was the center of attention. That night would mark the rise of Korso's newest project, the Moonlight Lounge. Things sure seemed to be shaping up to introduce it to the world.
Well, most things were. The party was certainly missing its main attraction, at least in a certain person's eyes.
As the limo hired for the evening parked right next to the Moonlight Lounge, Cruella de Vil made her way out of the vehicle, dressed up and ready to kill with her unique fashion sense. A dark dress that reached her knees, leaving her back exposed was firmly connected to her skin, a new layer of protection being given by her newest furcoat, a thick armor of white fur obtained through what she claimed had been exotic animals.
Although she had clearly gone past her youth, the aging diva marched through the path to the entrance of the Lounge with grace and eloquence, swaying to the rythm of the wind as her usual condescending expression remained intact. She did not take any time to stop to look at anyone or anything, choosing to make her way inside to see what Don Korso's best efforts could provide for her entertainment.
The music was familiar, the voice of one of her oldest students filling the area, though Cruella was not particularly concerned with how Charlotte would perform. She knew what the young lady was capable of and where she could get. Her interest was another at the moment.
"You, yes you, darling." she coldly said to a young maitre, holding out her ridiculously long cigarette stick in order for it to be lit up. Narrowing her eyes as smoke began leaving the tip of the cigarette, the diva inhaled very slowly before puffing a cloud of green smoke on the young man. "Not utterly disgraceful, dear."
Adjusting her coat with her free hand, the older starlet smirked mischievously upon noticing a familiar face. Or rather...a familiar pale, platinum like hair. Waltzing towards her old employee, the diva puffed out yet another trail of green smoke above the girl's head, her gaze seemingly disconnected from the world. "Looking half alive, Levesque, my dear."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 14:33:07 GMT -6
She had noticed the greenish puff of smoke before she heard the voice. She smiled, and for the first time in a while, it was not forceful and it was a relief to have her cheeks not hurt as she pushed them back in the motion. Alexandria spun on her heels to face Cruella and eyed her in with friendly, but slightly mocking eyes. "It's more than you can manage."
She understood why one might not like Cruella, but she always had. The woman had helped her once, actually getting her to where she was at that point in her life, and she had liked her different manners. And unique, powerful woman that, yes, people should be afraid of sometimes. But she was fun, specially when she started getting riled up about her old days and not very useful life advice came out of her mouth with the usual dear at the end.
Alex led her glass to her bottom lip, not to drink, but to have it sit there as she looked up at Cruella. Let her talk first. Shouldn't go around and be rude, end up with two big blurs of white having a too loud discussion. It had happened before.
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People usually assume that I'm daddy's helpless little girl, but I can handle myself.
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Post by Asami Sato on Jun 20, 2017 14:37:54 GMT -6
Dress
Asami headed inside. For the first time, she actually had a night off, where she didn't have to jump at Cruella's every beck and call, though her boss would be in attendance. It was almost like the entire city was under one roof. She suddenly felt very self conscious. Her dress wasn't new like everyone else's. It had been her mother's from a good ten years ago. It had fit and it had been the nicest thing in Asami's closet. But it wasn't beaded or fitted like the other dresses. She couldn't afford a new dress for the occasion, even if Cruella did pay her. Her father had gambling debts that she had to pay off and the pretty little dresses in the boutique cost more than she could afford. She almost considered turning back and going home.
Until she was ushered through the doors. But she felt like a fish out of water. This wasn't a world she knew how to mingle in. The dancing, fine dining and the drinks were all nice things, but they weren't what she was used to. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to smile and stick to the corner of the room. She would stay out of the way until it was good for her to leave, she decided, so no one could say she wasn't in attendance.
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I've found a new family. And here, it's all for one and....
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Post by Artemis Kesley on Jun 20, 2017 14:46:59 GMT -6
Artemis had given up trying to find someone she knew who was worth talking to. Instead as her eyes roamed the area she found the youngest Marcello in her sights looking rather annoyed with the looks her father was giving the other woman. It was no surprise when Aria excused herself and went toward the food. Artemis couldn't blame her one bit. Slowly Artemis made her way towards the other girl, fully intending on talking to her, when she stopped suddenly. Her eyes narrowed and she looked out at the street. She could have sworn she saw someone familiar in the crowd by the door. Her curiosity was now piqued.
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"No man is an island."
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 20, 2017 14:51:29 GMT -6
"Everyone is out there having fun and we're just sitting here, smoking." Dean suddenly blurted out, in what he considered to be a rather astute and profound observation. By this stage, he had assumed Evelyn would already be aware of his tendency to make dry jokes or to try and impress her with what he considered to be rather witty remarks. Tilting his head to the side, he could not help but grin at himself before looking back at Evelyn once again, his eyebrow raising. "Speaking of which...you've been puffing on that one for too long, now." he said with a shocked tone before snatching the stick from his friend's hand, nodding at her with a mischievous grin as he started to smoke once again.
He and Evelyn had reached the Moonlight Lounge a while ago, but both were yet not motivated to go inside. Dean was a driver and knew he could not drink too much, which led him to feel frustrated; and Evie was not exactly particularly fond of lavish parties, for what Dean had noticed. It did not matter much, seeing how he had pretty much forced her to come along to socialize. He was sure his librarian friend was bound to be fun in a social environment. At least that way, he would have someone enduring his smart remarks.
Sitting on the sidewalk close to the Moonlight Light, Dean leaned back, his black tuxedo looking rather smooth all things considered. He had rented it in a store closeby for quite a good price, and could not say he did not like it. At least, the little flower he had comically put in his chest pocket looked rather interesting, all things considered.
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Post by Millie Foster on Jun 20, 2017 14:52:03 GMT -6
Millie stepped into the Moonlight Lounge and glanced around at all of the people having fun. She couldn't believe it! She, a small-town girl from Kansas who had only been here nearly a year, was at one of the biggest social events in all of Gatsberry! This couldn't have been happening! Something she drank earlier was spiked or maybe she was still asleep... What made it seem more grounded in reverie was that a girl from there was up there on the stage singing her heart out. Charlotte Marcello... the redhead straightened some kinks from her pale pink dress and pulled back some stray hairs behind her ear. If only she could see her now! In the short time where they had least seen each other, Millie had become more keen with the environment, sense of fashion, and some of her money. Her bob looked less like a mess, but it still suffered from her makeshift hairdressing skills. Some bits were longer than others, but she knew her cap would gain more attention from her hair. One flower or a bow placed on the side made a huge difference. Although she blended in, she was still an outsider. If she could stay to the side and wait for someone she knew -and someone who didn't completely freak her out -, then this party would be better than it was before. (BTW, here's a link to her dress and hat)
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 20, 2017 14:53:23 GMT -6
((OOC Hey guys, do not reply to Aria as I am currently in bed dealing with bad sinuses. I'll be back after a short nap!))
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jun 20, 2017 15:01:04 GMT -6
Heading right to the circle tables Elizabeth rushed to get one of the tables standing closer to the dancefloor. Not that she needed too since in general there were still some free tables. Yet she just couldn´t risk to miss a free dance show or at least sort of. As she had decided a table to have a meal at and was now standing right in front of it with Constantine, she checked the big yet elegant purse she still had with her, since she had refused to give it to the wardrobe right from the beginning, if her small notebook was still in it after all that quick moving. Luckily both the notebook as well as a pen were still there and ready to get used by the author when needed.
Now that she knew that her most important items, besides her dress and companion of course, were still save with her she sat down at the table at the table and looked through the menu which sure was bigger than she had expected. She could easily spot light as well as "heavy" meal offers as well as a variety of fish, meat and other dish options. "Hmmmm." Moving her view from left to right and back she tried to get her stomach to tell her how much would be good to eat for now leading right to the question what exactly to eat. All of it looked good and probably most if not all of the offers were cooked better at this place than she could ever do at home. It wasn´t like Eliza was a terrible cook but as well she wasn´t a professional even though she cooked quite regulary. After all she now had a grown up man to feed too besides her. Smirking about this funny turn of events the female eventually made up her mind to order a good steak with fancy vegetables.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2017 15:04:37 GMT -6
She had gotten used to have things ripped out of her hands by Dean. This time she sighed as she saw him take a puff out of their shared Camel, a habit they've developed since he had once complained about money and she had responded with thinking she smoked too much. "Win, win", was what he'd said. She was never winning anything.
She'd made him take off his coat in order to be at the same level as the man. She did stay on her feet for a while, eyeing everyone, but she felt even more out of place being next to someone sitting at her feet, and she was not in any way, going to sit down on the dirty floor. So she laid down his overcoat at was comfortably resting her feet.
She had told him she had no clothes to wear to this kind of event, but she was trying to get out of it, really. Her red dress had turned out to be just the right amount of fancy for the situation, with her slightly furry black cape warming the open back of the garment before they went inside. Though she had refused to keep the headpiece once Dean had laughed at it, claiming it was fine nonetheless. She'd stuffed it into one of his oevercoat's pockets and simply kept her hair up.
"What are we waiting for anyway?" she groaned, really wanting to go inside and get a drink.
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Post by Al Cellini on Jun 20, 2017 15:08:25 GMT -6
Al posed even more because it caused Peter to laugh. His fun was interrupted by the sound of a younger girl. He whipped around and spotted a blonde haired girl - It must have been Lacie, like Peter mentioned. He stared at her and then widened his eyes. He looked back and forth - Her and then the unconscious man. He was blown away at how bold the girl came off, she was young but had some spunk to her. He then focused on her again and said, "I couldn't have waited I am impatient, dont'cha know? Besides, this was some of my best work! You should admire how well it was done." He batted his eyes and bowed being playful.
He stopped playing when he saw the suit that was in her hand and became puzzled. He looked at Peter and then said, "Oh, Thanks a lot! For not telling me!" He had wide eyes and a, "are you kidding me" face and attitude. He rolled his eyes, groaning to the wasted time, and to all the trouble he went through. She was right though, he should've waited a few minutes. He looked at Peter and said, "I'm sticking with her!" And pursed his lips, mockingly towards Peter. He walked over to stand by Lacie and then stuck his hands on his hips, tilting his head at Peter. He then saw how the Gingersnap started to head to the party.
His attitude changed and he watched himself, as they had to sneak. Al, was never the one for sneaking - he began to just stand up and walk. He looked around waving at a couple of people acting "gentlemen-like". He turned to Peter and Lacie, mouthing, "Go with it!" Al walked right up to the door. One man stared at him for a moment, almost like he was questioning why he was here. Al smiled and then took his recently new (stolen) coat off and said, "Take the coat, fella." Al's little scene got an aggravating look from one of the men. Al turned to face Lacie and Peter once more, he smiled and shrugged at the fact he got in. He looked at the man and said, "Those two are with me." He leaned in towards the man saying, "The blonde girl is sweet! Watch the Gingersnap, he gets awfully handsy." He turned to peter and winked because he knew Peter would know what he said.
He didn't even care if it brought attention to him. He always liked the attention, the eyes on him. He always liked a challenge and for it to be hard, he never turned down a game. In his eyes, this way a game. It was the hardest level. He started to walk into the place becoming amazed from the look. He looked around, admiring everything, he then thought to himself, Wow, I guess this is what all the commotion was about. I don't blame them! Al, smiled big and pumped up his shoulders a few time and started to head for the drinks.
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Post by Lacie Rourke on Jun 20, 2017 15:29:23 GMT -6
Lacie pursed her lips and gave Al an unamused look, rolling her eyes. She tucked the new suit into the hiding spot with Al's regular clothes (she had seen him shove them out of view as she was approaching) and watched wordlessly as Al strutted his way to the entrance like he owned the place. He was certainly putting on a show, acting like some rich guy that expected anyone to just take his coat. At least he was acting like he belonged.
The man eyed Al and their little group. Lacie's demeanor immediately shifted, falling into the role of little lady like she'd been brought up to be. Her unamused expression became an otherwise shy smile which she flashed toward the guy, her hands clasping behind her back as her posture became timid.
"Awful young, ain't ya?" the man questioned. "This is a party for grown ups."
Lacie's face fell and she looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "My brother said he'd get me in to see the singer," she replied, clutching to Peter's arm and leaning into him shyly. The man chuckled.
"Ahh, I ain't no Doorman, am I? Can't throw someone out when it's not my job. Have fun, little lady, just stay outta trouble."
Lacie's face lit up and she giggled, dragging Peter in after Al, feigning momentary excitement until they were out of the guy's view. Then she dropped the act and sighed. "They always think I'm some lost little puppy," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "At least Mr. Dry-Gulch didn't get us kicked out before we even got in." She was of course, referring to Al.
(( Dry-gulch: Knock out, hit on head after ambushing ))
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Post by Peter Jones on Jun 20, 2017 15:54:01 GMT -6
Peter rolled his eyes as he watched Al strut towards the front doors like he owned the joint. Tha' fella's gonna get us all killed, he sighed as he turned to look at Lacie as they followed the black-haired idiot through the crowd and up to the bodyguard by the door.
"He sure likes ta flap his gums a lo'," Peter whispered, low enough for only the blond-haired girl to hear. Then again, Peter couldn't really say much: he sure liked to talk too. But he liked to think he was a bit more 'discreet' when it came to sneaking into parties. Especially when their hair was a dead giveaway in a place as rich as this when they had such a reputation already.
"Those two are with me," Al said with a wink as he gestured to the two beside him. "The blonde girl is sweet! Watch the Gingersnap, he gets awfully handsy."
Peter merely gave the kid a quick smirk, being sure to put on a calm and well-mannered demeanor as soon as the guard focused his gaze on the two of them. He could kill Coal Bin later, after all; no need to cause a scene when they were busy scamming.
Without a second glance back at them, Al went along inside, leaving Peter and Lacie stuck out in the entryway. But as the two remaining kids moved to follow behind the raven-haired boy, they were stopped by the burly guy next to them. His attention was on Lacie, pointing out how young she looked. But if there was one thing Peter knew, it was that Lacie knew how to work a con, and this night was no different.
"My brother said he'd get me in to see the singer," she said, looking up with giant puppy-dog eyes as she gripped onto Peter's arm. Peter was always impressed by her performances: that girl could wrap any guy around her finger, and it looked like it had worked once again as he was now being dragged inside behind her.
"Well tha' was excitin'," Peter said, glancing around at their surroundings. There were so many people here, a lot of them wealthy and influential aristocrats. It was definitely gonna be a hay-day for Peter, and he looked forward to the scores he could make as he walked around the room. As he turned to look at Lacie, he saw her dress better in the glowing lights of the lounge, noticing how expensive and new it looked. He hadn't ever seen her wear something so... extravagant. Plus that suit she had brought looked awful nice as well.
She must have scored big, he thought, pursing his lips in thought. Curiosity getting the best of him, he coughed a little, making sure that his voice was only loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"So's how'dya get the suit?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Or tha' dress, for tha' matter." He gestured to the pink and white outfit she was currently wearing.
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