[Completed] Faces In The Fire

[provocateurmatt]

Who: Shelly Dekiller and Matt Engarde. [OPEN]
What: Shelly's gonna kill Matt :D
Where: The Ouran Mansion
When: After the masquerade dies down a bit, after the Contest.
Rating: R cursing and violence.
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[dekiller]

[[OOC: http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808632423/photo/605774 - reference ]]

Shelly's eyes darted from one side of the street to another as he walked, although you couldn't tell from beneath his V mask. The assassin was armed to the teeth, and luckily this costume had an excellent cloak to hide such things in. If he was jostled and the visible knives came in to view, he could even say they were prop weapons for the character.

But no matter. He would worry about that if it occured. Brushing past some people on the way in, he tipped his top hat to the bouncer and entered the main hall. It was busy, bright, and ideal for stabbing someone in the back. He would be dead on the ground before anyone even noticed what was happening.

Remembering that he hadn't had anything to drink yet this evening and he needed to blend in, the assassin moved over to the alcoholic beverages table and poured himself a scotch and soda to sip while he surveyed the room.

[provocateurmatt]

Striding past the entrance, the first thing Matt did was press himself up against the nearest wall. He wasn't quite used to the fact of being in a large room with a lot of people in them.. well, except for back in his days of stardom, but that was a different crowd. The people here all wanted him dead in one way or another.

Shifting onto his cane, he went to look for familiar faces. There was Adrian to the left of him, he could hear her stupid laughing. "Ugh.." he groaned inside his mask.

He felt something like a hot wave washing over him from within his suit. His pores opened up like the awakening of volcanos over Pompeii. "Fuck,", he muttered to himself, "What's that about.."

[dekiller]

De Killer looked over at the balcony. It seemed as though there was some big to-do going on up there. People in outlandish costumes looked as though they were receiving prizes. A costume contest? How cute. There was also a young blond man up there who looked exceedingly disturbed about something, but Shelly wasn't sure what.

Wait.

Was that a man in a dress?

No matter.

Shelly was checking the room, looking for signs of a limp. The boy was a fool, but he wasn't that big a fool. He would probably leave a cane at home if he was using one, and looking for scarred hands wouldn't help in a party where a good 95% of the group was wearing gloves

[provocateurmatt]

He was already sick of this place. How could anyone have fun doing this crap? the costumes weren't even that good, Matt thought, but his wasn't too great either.. he wasn't really even sure why he had come. Celeste wasn't here, and anyone he did recognize, he loathed.

Matt cringed. He could feel something like puss running down the sloppily-bandaged knee. That wound was really wearing thin on him.

Still.. maybe a drink would help with the pain. Since the wound had gotten infected, he found it difficult to get to sleep, on top of walking, of course. Alcohol usually helped numb some of the pain, and made the surroundings alot more enjoyable.

[dekiller]

Shelly saw the young man flinch, and what looked like something moist seeping through his pant leg. Interesting.

He made his way up to the stranger's side, and held out his second drink. "Come now! A toast, to men in dresses, women in suits, and free liquor all the night!" All of this was said, of course, with a creepily accurate German accent, while the assassin made a bit of a stagger in his step and his voice. He slung his arm around the boys shoulders (hopefully to see if there was a reaction to his weight) and waved his own glass in the air.

"Down the hatch!" If this was Matt Engarde, surely he wouldn't think to hide himself from a drunk.

[provocateurmatt]

Matt had closed his eyes for a moment to collect his bearings. That bad leg of his, just annoyed him to no end. Even going for a drink couldn't distract him enough from the pain.

Suddenly, his knee jerked, almost dropping his cane when his fingers stood at end. "GAAH!!" he cried out, although he had tried his best not to. "Y-yeah, sure.." he lifted his mask up enough to swallow the alcohol, groaning after the burning liquid made it's way down. Wasn't his type of drink, but he would've gulped down kerosine if it took away this now throbbing pain, which obviously accompanied more puss.

[dekiller]

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. It could not have been more simple to find Engarde. Now it was just a matter of doing the act unseen. They were in a relatively exposed area of the dance floor. He needed to get them somewhere more crowded, or maybe sit the boy down so it would be unnoticed when he simply slumped over...?

"Sir? Is your leg alright? There's a chair over by that table over there...would you like some help moving over there?"

[provocateurmatt]

What was with this guy? it's not like they could know each other, but suddenly everytime Matt turned around he saw this guy in a dark cloak and silly mask. He grumbled to the stranger, "Ech.. no, I'll be alright." Matt tried waving him off, uninterested in the stranger's company. To be honest, he kinda creeped Matt out.

Since he arrived there he'd been in nothing but a foul mood, much like the taste of the alcohol on his tongue. Maybe he shouldn't have come in the first place. Not that there was really much he could do other than drink, and he could've done that at home.

He shrugged when he could still see that creepy guy in that costume through those cheap plastic eye holes in his mask.

[dekiller]

Fine. If the boy was going to be anti-social, the easiest thing would be to get the deed done with and get out as quickly as possible.

The assassin looped his arm over Matt's shoulders again, so to the innocent passerby it looked like they were friends. But his other hand was pressing the tip of a knife into the actor's back, right above his heart, and it was starting to draw a bit of blood.

Without bothering to hide his voice, Shelly murmured in Matt's ear, "Mr. Engarde, I will give you a few moments for your last prayers. Would you like them?"

[[OOC: Now you know that Matt is free to run away and scream like a woman. Say whatever you like, say somebody bumped into us, whatever. Just know that you aren't tied in here. And Shelly-muse says I am making him too OOC and generous. Had it been him, Matt would have been dead two tags ago XD; But we make things fair, so yay.]]

[provocateurmatt]

This guy was really starting to piss him off. He was touchy and close like his fans used to get. Of course, back then a simple scribble of a marker would send them off in excitement and glee. This was not the case

[dekiller]

Shelly grinned as he felt Matt shiver at the sound of his voice, but that satisfaction was quickly diminished when the bottom of a hard walking cane was jabbed into his thigh. That hurt. The assassin grabbed the offending object and threw it to the side. He heard an odd noise, it may have collided with a table, a chair, or a person; he didn't know, and he wasn't stopping to check

[provocateurmatt]

He felt like maybe, for just a moment, he was going to make it out. Mixing with the crowd, perhaps, might get him closer to the exit. He didn't think of anything happening beyond that door - just to make it out of there..

..But that sliver of hope fell short, just as his cheap plastic mask did, as well as his efforts to stay hidden. He took a moment to confirm that was his mask, followed by a high-pitched squeal. Desperately, he slapped a hand partially over his face, continuing to pathetically drag his injured leg across the ballroom.