Belated Halloween Party!

[J-Bear!]

Jatza smiled. She danced beautifully. Her only wish was that Estrik could see her. Every move was performed wonderfully, partially because the slippers were enchanted, partially because Jazz was a Bard. "Hey, Brandon's not a bad singer!" She said, laughing.

Dae laughed. "Sure. But only if you're my first customer." She winked at him, laughing.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne winced as Brandon started singing.

(OOOH! SHORT POSTEH! lol)

[Creator]

"What's wrong?" Damon thought, assuming Eithne could automatically hear. "Don't like the music?"

[hannah montana]

"Ew, what's with the music? MAH TURN!!" Clarik screamed, taking the mike. He presumed to do the Soulja Boy. "SOULJA BOY UP IN DAT HOOOOO!!!"

[Man of Many Murders]

Cowl slowly walked into the halloween party. He had no idea why he had chossen to come here, after all no one really seemed to like him that much. Cowl was dressed in black suit pants, with a long black Victorian trench coat. The coat had five white buttons and was buttoned all the way to the top the costume. On his back was a long cape with black color on the outside and red on the inside. Ontop of Cowl's head was a black top hat and in his hand a black cane. To complete the Victorian fashion he had put on a fake pointed chin patch, and a mustache. Cowl noticed a couple of the people here. There was Estrik who was dancing, and a very bad singing Brandon. Cowl noticed Morbid from before, and a couple of girls some he had met and others he hadn't. Cowl decided to just take a seat in a chair and did so. He did not notice Eithne, because of what she was dressed in and because her back was turned to him. "Maybe I shouldn't have come." He said aloud.

[Whiteshadow]

Crow, always being fashionably late... walked into the party slowly, trying not to draw any attention to himself at all. He dressed in the old style of a masquerader, with a white and red mask and a wide rimmed black hat. His mask's expression was as plane as place could get, with red and purple designs dancing across the blank white base. Two eye holes were cut horizontally, covered in black mesh. Crow could see everyone at the party, but none could see his eyes.

A hole was cut for the mouth, curving up his cheeks as, resembling some sort of evil smile. His mouth and lips were covered in black make-up, only revealing color when he talked. A Black and white long sleeve shirt, and long black pants covered Crow's torso. On his feet he wore black boots with white laces.

Crow walked into the party, slowly watching, waiting for someone to notice him. He smiled warmly to the sound of Brandon's song, yet his mask make it look as though his smile was a scowl.

[demonfire]

As the mike was stolen from Brandon, he grabbed his poking stick and took off his mask. He used the stick as a Conductor's Baton for the song, remaining deathly quiet. As the peak of anxiety and suspense was reached, Brandon pushed Clarik off the stage, a smile showing on his face which was painted a ghostly white. The song continued on, and apparitions began to appear all throughout the pavilion, dancing around in Victorian style suits and dresses and in complete unison. The music seemingly went on and on, chanting itself.

"Not even going to make a move on your woman?" Estrik telepathically asked Cowl. He danced around more with Jatza, doing some classical moves. "See you? I already see the most important part of you, Jazz," he said, smiling. "And at least he has an entire Ghost Opera behind him," he said laughing as well.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I'd have to say that the faux facial hair was a bit excessive and unneeded." Eithne smirked, already knowing of Cowl's appearance at the little event that seemed to be going on here. She sighed heavily as she looked towards Cowl, acknowledging his existance on some level, since she couldn't say that she was particularly enthused, not in the least bit... she was actually quite apathetic on some mighty fine level... but nobody deserved to truly be ignored. She pushed one of the ringlets of hair from her vision and tucked it behind one of her marble white ears and she half wished there was some decent music to dance to, something more reasonable, perhaps something a tad bit more instrumental.... then again, these people probably weren't civilized enough for that. They would seemingly prefer someone talking fast into a microphone... or perhaps just shouting would suffice. She shook her head, it seemed to her that the ability to throw a decent party had been lost over the course of of two hundred years. A cooling breeze swept through the party and Eithne crossed her arms over her chest, it would seem that she was cold, but not really- considering the fact that her blood flowed much slower than that of the average human and the sort, she naturally held a lower body temperature, not like such trivias mattered at the moment.

"So then, Morbid... would you happen to have any friends here? Or must you really find someone such as myself to bother?" she asked Morbid, her latest companion for this evening's events. She didn't sound condescening or unkind, just vaguely curious.

[hannah montana]

Amber screamed and lunged and tackled the masked Crow to the ground, clinging to him with all her strength. "BFFFFF!" she screamed.

Clarik dusted himself off. "Oh, I KNOW you did not just push a brotha into the ground. Quickly, my hoes!!!" Suddenly, a group of scantly clad women ran through the room and tackled Brandon and took him away to do who knows what....

[J-Bear!]

[[O.o Stupid telepathic powers . . .]]

Jatza sighed. "You know what? Sometimes I think it would be better if I just stopped thinking around you. But I guess you're right. My greatest sin is vanity." She smiled, her teeth white as pearls.

Dae laughed. "What happened to just starting your career? And being hoeless? I knew it! You're just like all the others!" She shook her head.

[Creator]

Damon paused for a moment, before realizing Eithne either couldn't hear him or simply didn't want to answer. He returned to the corner of the pavilion to watch, waiting for someone he knew to become available. The few friends - at least, he thought of them as friends - that he had made were either talking to someone, or, perhaps in Eithne's case, didn't consider him worth talking to. 'Maybe I shouldn't have used a transformation jutsu as a disguise,' he thought, 'people will just think I really am Xoumian.' With a puff of smoke he returned to normal, and pulled his headband down over his eyes. Two circles hissed away into mist, creating a pair of eyeholes. "Guess I'll be a superhero now," he grumbled.

[hannah montana]

Clarik grinned at Dae. "Well, it was partially true. Just started. But honestly, a gorgeous hunk of burnin' love like me? How could I NOT be hoeless?!" Arrogant piece of shit, isn't he?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"Or perhaps you overestimate your own abilities." Eithne commented, her tones and odd, mental voice carried to Damon and she smirked. She wished now for some music to dance to, something real that actually carried spirit, not whatever music or delusion of music it was that lilted with a stale air to it into Eithne's ears. "Call me old fashioned... but what I would do at this moment for something more grand to behold in the ear... something more 'classical' as you all seem to call it these days." she chuckled, swaying back and forth as if some melody of violins were finding it's way through her. She crossed her arms but she didn't look towards Damon, "I'm sorry, Damon if it seemed that I was ignoring you. It was not intentional."

[Whiteshadow]

Crow picked up Amber and marched through the party holding her above his head. He shouted. "HERE IS THE FIRST VICTIM OF THE SEXY DEATH!" Crow said as he pranced around the party.

[Creator]

"It's a lot easier to fool people when they can't just look into your mind," he thought, glancing over at her. "What did you have in mind? Piano? Orchestra? Or am I missing it entirely?" he asked.