In a Place Outside of Time [Event - Open to All Not Taken by the Cat-Curse]
WHO: Everyone not under the cat curse who answered the invitation
WHAT: The Masquerade Ball!
WHERE: One of the mansions in the housing district.
WHEN: Day 72; 8pm-midnight
EVENT - THE MASQUERADE BALL
( My Methodist grandmother said that dancing was adultery set to music. )
WHAT: The Masquerade Ball!
WHERE: One of the mansions in the housing district.
WHEN: Day 72; 8pm-midnight
EVENT - THE MASQUERADE BALL
( My Methodist grandmother said that dancing was adultery set to music. )
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Hiruma had managed to get on his suit and he pulled on his mask. Of course, he would never come unprepared. He had a handgun and a revolver stuffed invisibly into his suit, along with a few extra clips. He knew that pretending nothing was going to happen was entirely too naive.
He walked swiftly towards the mansion and presented his invitation at the door. He then looked across the room. No one else was here yet. He stood near the doorway, smiling slightly, hands in pockets.
"Looks good."
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Max better be on time.
"Doesn't it," she said, walking up next to him and smiling.
"I thought so, too. And don't you just look dashing."
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"Dashing, handsome, whatever you want to call it."
He looked down at the shorter girl and then dug around in his coat, which seemed capable of holding anything and everything. From it, he produced Sena's video camera and a small bag of brownies. "For the night... and then for Max."
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He wasn't the only good looking person here.
"You're terrible," she said then, giving him a sort of look that said that she should be disapproving of this but wasn't really anyway in spite of herself.
"Should be some night, huh?" she asked, grinning wider then.
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As close to a compliment as he could force from his lips.
"Kekekeke. Not just some night, THE night." He paused, looking thoughtful, ".... I just hope nothing fucks it up. I don't want to jinx it, but...." He snarled a little, thinking about it.
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"It'll probably be fine. I mean, it's not like we caused all the hype around it. Everyone else did. We have security... I don't know if-- god, wouldn't that be the kicker, though," she groaned.
"I've yet to go to a dance where I don't nearly die, or something awful along... those lines happens. My Homecoming I was nearly killed by a guy-- uh, Sylar-- and he ended up killing my... friend, I guess, instead. And I was lucky I got away. Then the first ball here there was that bloodbath..."
Claire swallowed, facial expression drawn into a wry frown.
"Well, but that won't happen this time, right? I've got you here this time."
If Hiruma wouldn't be able to keep her safe, guns and all, really, who could?
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"Cheyeah. You think a couple of fucking dog freaks will be able to...." He stopped and shook his head, "Oh well. I'm hoping it'll be okay."
He cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, sounds like you are cursed with these ball things," he then shrugged, "Well.... yeah, of course, nothing will happen to you! Your Hell Knight is here."
He turned, hearing other people beginning to enter. Time for the show.
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Flashing him another grin, she hooked her arm in his. "Hell knight, huh? So what does that make me?"
The music had already started playing, more people coming in by now. Well, good. At least it was going to actually be a party.
Now they were only missing Max, still.
"Max isn't prompt," she said, tapping her foot on the ground. "Oh well, we'll have later to make up for it plenty, And if she doesn't show, she's in for ten times worse. Though I think she knows this," she added, smiling again, expression almost too smug.
"It's a good thing uncle isn't here," she added then as a side note. He'd probably be watching their every move.
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Hiruma looked around at some of the guests. Titlights in a costume much like his own, but less gangstery, Bloodhound dressed up like a wizard and what Hiruma could only assume was his date next to him, dressed in something Arabic in appearance. There were others, too. Others he couldn't quite recognize.
"Che, you really expect the fucking birdbrain to show up anywhere on time? Or the lolita shrimp, for that matter." He chuckled to himself, "Oh well, birdbrain will get her just desserts. And I do mean desserts."
"Good thing." A pause, "Fucking uncle is Batman, isn't he?" He said it only so Claire could hear, but it was loud enough to sound confident.
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It would be getting crowded soon-- really, she wasn't surprised. She'd conned so many people into going, that much was inevitable.
"Especially here. They're probably still basking in humiliation, wracking their brains on how exactly they might still be able to get out of this."
Impossible, obviously.
Claire nodded, barely, but noticeably. "Yeah. He's-- well, you know where he is."
One of the reasons he had her wired, a tiny clip on her ear, and another on her bodice. Even if he was off at the castle-- didn't make him any less paranoid. They weren't babies.
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The demonic young man laughed, this time sounding somewhat more evil, "THERE IS NO ESCAPE! Not from the clutches of Hell! YA-HA!"
Hiruma paused for a moment, "I knew it. ... Let me guess he has you bugged?" He pointed to the clip on her ear. To just about anyone else, it would have been invisible, perfectly disguised behind her mask and hair. But not to a surveillance expert.
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"Yeah, yeah." Max said. "I don't care how lovely I look. This is all a waste of time still." Whatever had been said in the blacked-out part of the journals... Max winced inwardly. Well, honestly (and this was probably misplaced right now considering her vicious display in the journals) Max had more reasons to trust Hiruma and Claire than Zach any day.
Scratch that. Max had trust issues. The only person here she trusted was herself, and that was that.
"It's sweet that you two match and all." Max commented idly beneath her bird mask. "And that, of course, I look like a weird mesh of Hawkgirl and Cinderella."
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Quite frankly, Max or Rika had no room to complain. They were girls- it was perfectly fine for them to be seen in dresses. But Sena? He was a boy. And yet, he was being forced into a black gothic lolita dress that he could barely breathe in because the bodice was pulled back so tightly that he couldn't breathe(to give an illusion of a waist) AND his hair was now suddenly much longer(quick work with a wet comb and hair extensions) and girly and in PIG TAILS.
And if that wasn't bad enough, he had to walk around in high heeled boots to complete the "innocent lolita" image he had going on- heels he could barely walk in. The fact that his almost lack of balance in them gave a wobble to his hips much like a girls was not ( ... )
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