(1211) Eternal Court XXIII

[Vampire ST]

The Avalon

…..The Avalon. A place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties in Sacramento. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music.

Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

Eternal Court

Welcome Kindred of Sacramento. Our lower Elysia features are a new elevator, a large closet and our Court Official’s offices. There is a small dancing area and feeding rooms, should you require either. The bathrooms are upstairs, so please inform your Herd and/or Ghouls of its whereabouts. As a reminder, no weapons are allowed which also applies to Disciplines (This does not apply to city Officials or Deputies). You are able to speak freely in the lower level, without worry of any sort of breach. This is a place to socialize, meet and welcome new Kindred to our Domain. Remember, the Principles of Elysium apply at all Court functions whether Official or normal Elysia.

Please feel free to break out into separate conversations as needed.
This is a typical 'night' not an official court.

[Allison Black]

Allison descends the stairs down into Avalon with her black stilettos clicking softly upon the ground. She can feel excitement stirring, along with fear, panic, and anger. She always felt the excitement rise sharply over what new faces she would meet tonight, and her beast always made it a point to bring baser emotions to the surface. With the potency of her beast, it usually meant a irrational fear, though it is highly transparent why it should be rational.

Allison, the social chameleon, could have been mistaken for a entirely different person at first glance. Her friendly, outgoing smile quickly betrays the new look to those who are familiar with Allison. As she leaves the last step of the stairwell, she pauses for a brief moment to collect herself. With a deep breath, she scans the gathering crowd that would make up tonight's court.

With a smile and a nod, she greets those who notice her from afar. After a moment, she glances down to her small, black purse and then fiddles with its' contents. Retrieving out her i-phone, she adjusts it to vibrate and then tucks it back away. Allison glances to the dance floor as her smile grows in intensity. Moving briskly over to one of the tables near the floor, she settles her purse down upon it and then uses the table to help her balance as she removes her stilettos...

Who said you cannot mix business with pleasure anyway?...

Walking out onto the dance floor, she lets the base move her as she moves through the crowd. Her body begins to sway as she slowly loses herself to the beat. Such a simple thing as music and dance distracts Allison from the fear and anger. Sure it is still there, but it is easy to push to the back of her mind...

Allison holds no agendas for tonight, save for one...To have fun.

[Ashley Cohen]

Anyone who says they loves these gatherings is a fool or a liar...

Ashley slid out of the back of the stretched Escalade, loathing the sight of Avalon. She pursed her lips for a moment, and realized she was clenching her fists hard enough for her nails to break skin. The wound quickly knitted back together when she opened her hands. Her diminutive form was so stubborn to resist change.

"Fuck it..." She whispered softly to herself as the stretch Escalade pulled away.

Ashley's stubbornness went much deeper than a physical level. While all manner of vice could run rampant through her mind if she was not careful, it was pride that often moved unchecked. The tiny blond did not seem like much, though the look in her eye was not one of youth. It held a predatory cunning, backed with the wisdom of her age and the ferocity of her beast.

Few in Sacramento held a candle to her age and potency, but her beast did not seek to assault every other predator in its presence. No, it held a cunning desire to subjugate the lessors and put them in their rightful place, beneath her heel. Wisdom along with a pressing will to survive, and adapt taught her to chain those darker desires and not let them run rampant. She did not get this old without control...

Cooling her head, Ashley moved with dignity, poise, and purpose into Avalon. Stepping into the elevator, Ashley's arms folded behind her back as a unconscious display of her power. The plans for the Movement have been laid out and all it took was time and patience to see each step fulfilled. Having seen numerous generations come and go, Ashley knew intimately well that she had plenty of both.

As the doors opened, Ashley stepped out among her fellow damned. Her potent beast whispered dark thoughts into her mind, but she would not let it have control over her. The bottles of liquor behind the bar caught her eye, as she slowly and deliberately made her way to settle down at the bar.

"Absinthe..." She said to the bartender as she settles down on a stool, claiming her personal space within Elysium...

[Martha Villiers]

Down in the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low and the atmosphere is one of lemon scented calm.

Making careful use of her simple metal walking cane tiny Martha is quietly limping about as she diligently checks on the fire suppression, security system and various extinguishers. Taking note that they all seem present and correct.

As usual Martha is meekly and sweetly attired in her usual English school uniform: a felt hat in the winter style of an English school, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose, she wears a long gymslip shows her legs to mid calf...her raven black hair is tied into long and neat twin tails. Each twin tail is tied with a neat red ribbon bow. She wears her C-Leg, a pair of white kneesocks and a pair of carefully polished black Mary Jane shoes. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip.

Looking up from her study of one of the detection systems, she grips at her cane...trying to steady her Beast as others enter the Elysian Field. As she steadies her Beast, Martha nods to each Kindred entering and offering a smile.

For some time, her attentions fix long and hard on Ashley's stockings, shoes and legs.

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella had already been at Avalon, needing to add some finishing touches to the presentation. As she entered the Court, she felt the push of the other Beasts against her own. Standing in its corner, it growled and demanded the blood of the smaller Beasts, wanting to challenge them and show its strength. A friendly smile appears on her lips as she takes in a few familiar faces, mixed with faces she had seen and not spoken to yet. She takes a moment to bow to Martha, paying the proper respect to the petite Herald. Her attire this evening was something a little different for her, though it was in black, it was far from the basic little black dress. Fitted in just the right places with a cute leather belt, she wore it with her long hair down and only one piece of jewelry, a necklace. With the security being down a key member, she does the most natural thing, walks around the Court, keeping a watchful eye for any trouble, while remaining open to conversations.

[Velma]

Being a VIP.

Being a VIP means others open the doors for you to pass.

Being a VIP means everyone will look after what you wear today to decide what they will wear tomorrow.

Being VIP means no one asks you anything and you do as it pleases you.

Being a VIP means just that, very important people! For some it’s a state of being, for others a lifestyle, for most a fleeting dream.

For Velma maybe it’s all three.

Today the Daeva is sporting a different but no less stylish attire.

Clad in a sleeveless organza dress the color of arctic white with a red stripe along the pants. The entire set reminisces those of the Hippies from the 60’s, she is even wearing a bandana, her hair is the usual color of berries and roses but is straightened to match the smoothness of the organza.

The earrings, bracelets belt and necklace shine brightly with a silver bright, her sandals match the accessories as well giving her a sophisticated touch. Her make-up is puffed to perfection, a small dab of pink lipstick with the unusual addition of black eyeliner that brings up the beauty of her blue grey eyes even more.

In her left hand she brings a hand purse, and in her face she is wearing the usual implements of social maiming, a beautiful and pearlescent smile and a set off eyes bright with intensity, her hands have been manicured perfectly and in detail… nothing seems to have escaped attention.

As she steps forward past the entry the ravager steels her cold and lifeless soul for the inevitable onslought of beasts.

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
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