Happy Halloween (open, please join)

[heart_me]

OOC:
name: Rae Anderson
age: 23
height: 5'4''
weight: 115 lbs
looks: 36c, black shoulder-length hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin, tongue, belly button, ears (4x each), and eyebrow pierced
orientation: bisexual

IC:
Rae looked in the mirror one last time. It was finally Halloween and she was headed to a party where she knew nobody. Usually, she didn't care much for Halloween. She thought it irritating how commercial the whole holiday had become. But this year was different. This year she had gotten a strange invitation to a party from someone she didn't know and frankly, she didn't care. She was ready to try something new.

She had gone all out for her costume- again, ready to try something new. Malice in Wonderland, the package said. A gothic take on the traditional. Just the sort of thing Rae loved. The black satin dress had a corset bodice and a petticoat underneath, and it reached the middle of her thigh. A white apron tied over the skirt and the bodice fit like a glove, giving her more cleavage than she was used to. She wore a black thong under the black and white checkered tights and on her feet were average mary janes, except with two inch spiked heels, which Rae walked in as if they were regular sneakers. To complete the ensemble, she tied a red ribbon in her black hair. Black eyeliner was the only makeup on her already pale and gothic-looking face.

Rae grinned, actually more excited than she thought she would be. She grabbed her purse and the small card that had come in the mail, inviting her to the party. She stepped in the car and drove off to where the party was being held, a large house on the edge of town. She pulled into the driveway and walked up the steps to the front porch. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Rae raised a hand and knocked on the door.

OOC: Firstly, we need someone to be the host/hostess of the party, then more guests. I have no idea where this will go, just hopefully somewhere fun. Enjoy!

 

[ianishollywood]

OOC
Name: Ian Chambers
age: 19
height: 5’9
weight: 190
looks: Chin length black/brown hair, 8 piercings (6 in ears {2 conches, 2 rooks, 2 half inch lobes} 2 in nape of neck), black thick framed glasses, friendly smile, deep brown eyes
orientation: bisexual

IC
I had found this card paper clipped to a paper I got back last week in my history class. The professor didn’t grade himself, but I had never met his TA so I wasn’t sure who it was that placed it there. No one else in the class had one, so they were no help either. The card was an invite to a Halloween party in this spooky house about 3 blocks from campus. I always thought that the place was abandoned.

I hadn’t planned on attending, but when no other prospective parties sounded any fun I figured what had I got to lose. Worst thing that could happen is I show up, it’s lame, and I go to one of the 6 frat parties going on that night.

I needed a costume, something special. I didn’t have anything lying around my dorm room that I could use besides an old tail coat I had worn during a performance-project that some of my fellow classmates and I had down for a local high school’s advanced history class. I decided I would work with this and headed to a thrift shop to procure the necessities. I found a nice pair of dress slacks that would be easy to tatter, an old ruffled shirt, and a hat without a top. Next stop was the costume shop to get a make-up kit. I was going to be a zombie. This was an easy choice, with my Romero obsession. The whole get-up took about an hour to get ready, and then I was off. I had a good feeling about this night. I grabbed my invite card, hopped into my killer wheels (a 91 Escort, I was rolling in style,) and headed to the party.

 

[DrStein]

OOC
Name: Bram Jones
Age: 25
Height: 6'
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance: Bram is a tall, lean young man with very continental features, making it hard to discern his nationality. His dark hair hangs down to his waist and frames his face. He has a soul patch, and his dark eyes glitter with an artistic soul.
Orientation: Straight

IC

Bram put up the finishing touches on his costume. He didn't know why he had received the invite. He was still new in town, barely knew anybody. Still, if someone wanted him at the party, he wasn't going to complain. Besides, he loved Halloween. He prided himself on his ability to come up with a new and distinctive costume every year. He adjusted his doublet in the mirror before tying his hair back with a white ribbon and placing an old-fashioned hat like those worn by the Puritans on his head. He slid the fake axe in the loop at his belt and gave himself a once-over. Not bad.

He drove over to the party to see that he was earlier than he thought he would be. Only a handful of the guests seemed to have arrived thus far. Perhaps it was just a small party? No matter. Hopefully, there would still be some fun to be had.

 

[Trailryder]

Name: Thomas (Tom) Claiborne
Age: 34
Physical: Standing 5'11 Tom is not a imposing guy at first look but once you check him out his bullish almost like a fire hydrant. Deeply tanned, well muscled from spending years working on a farm. He is bald with a goatee, blue eyes that peer into ones soul.
Personality: Tom was at one time a ladies man before getting married at the young age of 19 to his highschool sweetheart. Things did not work out and they were divorced only two years later thankfully they had no children. Tom was from a wealthy but hard working family. His dad was not only a veterinarian but bred horses, cattle, and pigs. He also had a stable of race horses that were doing fairly well this year. Tom had come to veterinarian school a little older than his fellow student but a bit more mature and wiser. He had avoided the party life and the ladies. In fact he had only been with two women since the divorce the last being over two years ago. He is out going funny and normally likes to sit back and take in his surroundings proceeding cautiously where as a young man he would rush head first into things without thinking.

IC: Tom got his invitation through a friend that was not able to attend that night and as he had no pressing matters at hand for Halloween why not get out and meet a few people besides it could be fun. He drove to a local costume shop and purchased a conan type costume with a big fake fur coat that wrapped around him. It had a large belt with spikes and a skeleton head for a buckle. He carried a large fake double sided axe strapped to his back and a large shield also with a spike in the center. He pulled on his skull cap with the two horns of a bull and was out the door. He stopped on the way at the package store buying a bottle of Captain Morgans and a Mtn Dew Code Red his favorite drink. As he pulled up at the old house there were several cars already there. The house looked really old and a perfect setting for a Halloween party with the old columns and rugged gate in the front of the house. I made my way to the front door of the old house and knocked on the door.

 

[ARaynes]

Character: Solana "Sol" Clorin
Age: 29
Height: 5'7
Weight: 125
Orientation: Bisexual
Appearance: 38d-26-32, She has nice tanned skin, very healthly looking. Her hair is bright red, falling down to her buttocks. Her eyes are blue-grey, and if you look too long, you feel as if you are falling into them.

IC:
The door to the old wooden house seemed to creak open slowly. The guest would be standing on the other side. Mistress had asked that Doomsly allow them to wait two minutes before he opened the door. He was to escort them into the ballroom. Then allow them to wait, getting them drinks as they needed. She would be down shortly after they arrived, making her entrance one they would remember.

"Please follow me." Was all he said as he watched the guests walk in.

He did not know how his Mistress had met these guest, but judging from their looks, they were exactly what she had an appetite for. All were of fabulous stature in looks. Best of the stock his mother would say.

He lead them through the long hallway, past the solid oak staircase and into the ballroom. Inside, it had be decorated with dark satins and velvets. There was not an expense that had been spared when it came to decorating. There was a table to the left with all types of hors' derves. From Cavier and Champagne to chicken wings and sodas. The bar had been loaded with all the liquors one could possibly want.

"Please wait here, my Mistress will be with you momentarily." Doomsly said before walking off into a door on the right.

 

[heart_me]

IC:
Rae smiled, slightly amused, and very impressed by the large ballroom. Equally impressed with the other guests, she watched them. None of them seemed to know each other, which suited Rae just fine.

She wandered over to the table laden with food, and picked up a cracker nibbling on it idly. She wasn't the most social person, so she simply watched the others and waited for somebody to talk to her. Not the best way to meet people, she knew, but she wasn't so great in social situations such as this one. Especially in a room filled with highly attractive males that led her to think some very "impure" thoughts, as her mother would call them.

 

[MorbidIce]

Character: Nilian D'Lox
Age: 23
Height: 5'4
Weight: 104lbs
Orientation: No one knows really.
Appearance: chocolate brown hair, stormy grey eyes, voloptuous, golden skin color.
Persona: Smart, shy, calculating


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Nilians invitation had come through a friend of her's- The female not wanting to go alone, and in the end, not wanting to go at all; and so the invitation had been given to Nil. Not knowing what costume to wear, Nilian dug through old clothes, tossing things all over her dorm before one small item gave her an idea -- A pair of large hooped earrings. Putting them on, she looked in the mirror, a dark smile crossing her lips.

Not a half an hour later Nilian was ready and at the door of the place along with the others, having settled on being a gypsy for the party. Beaded head dress had been set on top of her wild chocolate curls, her eyes outlined in black khol, her lips painted a bright cherry red. Her outfit consisted of a velvet vest, buckled between her breasts with a broach- And that was all. Her bottom was a long black skirt with a colored scarf around her hips, bells jinkling on her ankle each time she took a step.

It was a lovely costume, one that hadn't cost her a thing; besides gas money to get to the place. Shepparded in with the rest of the people, Nilian looked around in wonder, most interested in her surroundings than the people at that moment.

 

[ianishollywood]

IC

Ian parked his car and looked himself over in the mirror. He wasn’t sure what to expect at this party, but he wanted to look his best. It had been 6 months since he had last been with a woman, and even longer since he was with a man. He wasn’t going to be picky tonight, because he wasn’t going home alone.

Stepping out of the car he strolled towards the front door. Taking a deep breath he knocked. When the doorman opened the large door he greeted Ian and led him into a glamorous ball room. The first thing he noticed was the sheer size of the room, followed quickly by the highly attractive men and women that were standing around. He was simultaneously aroused and ashamed that he had picked such a hideous costume, in comparison with everyone else’s glamour or raw sex appeal he was a grotesque creature. He was suddenly hit with the realization that he may be going home alone after all. He needed a drink fast.

 

[DrStein]

Bram felt a little self-conscious surrounded by such opulence, but he tried not to show it. Honestly, his entire costume looked professional but was handmade and done with materials he had picked up on clearance over the last couple of months. Such was an artist's life.

He noticed the gypsy woman walk in and one eyebrow immediately went up. It triggered one of his secret fetishes and before he knew it, he was moving over to meet her at the buffet.

"Evening," he said simply. Years of singing had given his bass/baritone voice a very rich, resonant quality that seemed to roll out of his chest when he spoke. "I have to give you credit, that's a pretty daring costume. Discount bin?" he joked, adding a wink to embellish.

 

[MorbidIce]

Nilian hadn't quite known what to expect from coming to such a gathering, the young woman crossing her arms over her exposed stomach. Turning as she heard the rich baritone, a dark brow was arched in question as she turned, stormy hued eyes dancing in amusement. "Evening," She had said in turn, although he was already speaking. Cheeks unbiddingly turned a bright rosy hue as he noted her outfit, the student feeling the need to defend herself- Somewhat. "A student's budget can't afford much, one has to be creative with such things." She smirked, flicking a finger towards the fake axe. "Going to fall yourself some trees tonight?" The gypsy laughed, a melodious sound, her hand reaching out in invitation for a handshake. "I'm Nilian, Nilian D'Lox, and you are?"

 

[DrStein]

Bram smirked and made a dramatic flourish of his cloak. His voice lowered and took on a very sinister quality. "The year is 1645. One of the bloodiest in a bloody civil war. But now, a new pestillence is visited upon the land, bringing in its wake an epidemic of killing and torture. This pestillence has a name."

He then sweep his cape aside and bowed, doing his bess Vincent Price impersonation. "I am Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder."

He then chuckled slightly. "I'm Bram Jones."

 

[MorbidIce]

Nilian shook her head at him, painted lips quirking into a grin as he played out his role. Waiting until he was finished, the woman clapped her hands together a few times before stifling a laugh, hands remaining against her lips for a few moments. "You're a pestillence then Mr. Jones?" She asked amusedly, shifting her weight so that her hips were cocked. "I'm but a poor gypsy, a traveller.. Until classes start on monday." She smiled, hand coming up to tuck a curl of chocolate behind a singularily pierced ear.

 

[DrStein]

Bram tisked and shook his head with a smirk. "So disappointing. You really aren't well-versed in the classics are you?" he teased.

"What does that say about our society that nobody appreciates a good Vincent Price movie anymore?"

 

[MorbidIce]

She had the grace to blush; students these days didn't *have* time for tv, although she would reiterate that point. "Vincent Price?" She teased, tilting her head, giving her best innocent look. "Who would that be?"

 

[DrStein]

"Only one of the greatest horror film actors to have ever lived," Bram answered haughtily. "It's a shame I have to explain it, but I can forgive you children your naivete." Deciding to really see if he could get a reaction from her, he reached out and patted her on the head like a little girl.

 

[MorbidIce]

Nilian took his teasing in stride, giving him a mock gasp. "Well then dear Bram, if I'm such a young girl, shouldn't you be looking for older women to talk to then?" She smiled prettily, foot shifting, the sound of bells tinkling coming from her ankle- Yup, the pretty gypsy even had bells on.

 

[DrStein]

Bram arched a brow. "Are you saying that you don't have any experience? Well, if that's the case..."

 

[MorbidIce]

Her jaw worked, although she said nothing, a shake of her head given as expression turned rueful. "I'll conceed on that point Mr. Jones. I'd rather not put both feet in my mouth, seeing as though I've done a good job on fitting one." She smiled in good humor, glancing down to make sure that the brooch was still holding the velvet vest together. "Do I really look like something that crawled out of a discount bin?" She asked woefully.

 

[ARaynes]

The lights go out pitching the ballroom in total darkness.

Over a loudspeaker, a sensuous feminine voice with a deep hungarian accent sspeaks. "Thank you, my guest for being prompt. It shows good character, as well as tells me that I did not judge you wrongfully. You have all been brought here to enjoy your wildest pleasures, and suffer your worst nightmares. You have five minutes to leave if this is not what you wish, but once the time is up, you will be locked into this building over night. There are seven rooms. All have a theme. You must go through them all before the end of the night. All have signs to say a clue to what is inside. Please no telling anyone what is on the other side of a door you have entered, for the walls have eyes, and the reprecusions of such a revelation may be intense. You may come back to the ballroom at any time to regain your stregnth, and to mingle with other guest or with me."

The lights suddenly come back on. A woman with bright red hair, long and flowing free, stands before a ornately done fireplace. The wood shows angels and devils all in positions of sex. She is wearing a long sequin red dress, with a slit in one side, showing her beautifully sculpted right leg, her heals also sequined red. She has horns of the same material sticking from her head, looking like some sexy temptating devil.

"The clues to the rooms are posted on the entrance way. Each door has a number. If you wish to leave, please do so now, if not, please choose a room and ..." here she pauses, smiling and for a moment her teeth look so sharp they could peirce anything. "Enjoy."

Room 1:In here you shall find, pleasures of many kind.
Room 2:In here you will see, what it is like to be me.
Room 3:This is where we will find man and friend.
Room 4:Shes to please.
Room 5:In here, it is tough. But don't worry, we won't be rough.
Room 6:Man, to have or to be?
Room 7:Happy Hallow's Eve.

 

[DrStein]

"You take things way too seriously, you know that?"

Before Bram could say anything else, the hostess made her rather spectacular entrance. "Seems she has a flair for pageantry, doesn't she?"

 

[MorbidIce]

She was about to retort to his statement, although the room went black, the gypsy woman allowing her eyes to wander, brows furrowing with question. The ideas the speaker presented were.. Interesting, the student torn as to whether or not it was worth enduring without her friend by her side; ah hell, you only live once right? "Seems so. Wanna partner up on this one?" Nilian asked Bram, grinning at him.

 

[tomboy58]

Jenna Joins the Party

name - Jenna McMaster
Age - 38
Height - 5'4"
weight - 128
orientation - mostly straight, but has enjoyed F/F on one hot occasion
Appearance: Brown shoulder length hair, Sexy Brown Big Eyes and a tone and Hot body for 38, and tits on the average to small size, but ass to make up for it

Jenna knew she would be much older than most of the people at the party... She had been invited by a young college student she worked with. The young girl who told her to show up was a sexy girl of 21 and there was almost a Unspoken sexual tension between the two of them.

Jenna had not been planning to go out for Halloween and came up with her costume the day before... She had an indian princess dress made of suede, and a little on the sexy side, with one shoulder strap.. She wore a shawl of material for warmth BUT she wore no underwear for fun. She had been single now for several months and was constantly horny now.. and the Crisp fall air on her clit was driving her nuts, and making her nipples press thru the dress and show.

She entered the party.. and yes it was full of young hot folks --- THIS was going to be a good party.. These guys would like to dance and carry on..... She went to the counter and got herself a CoorsLite and walked thru the room

 

[DrStein]

Bram half-smiled. "Sounds fun. You want to let someone else go ahead first and see how they come out?"

 

[MorbidIce]

Nilian idly glanced at one of the doors. "Seems like a good idea to see what happens first, just in case it's not something all that enjoyable." Chickening out? Somewhat, although curiousity killed the cat, not the gypsy. "That is, unless you're man enough to go in?" Nilian grinned at him, cocking her head to the side.

 

[DrStein]

"Going for the jugular, are we?" Bram retorted. "Are you sure you're not just partnering with me because you need a big, strong man to hold your hand when things get too scary for you?"