(1304) Heaven & Hell Court

[Emma French]

Emma arrived in her red jeep but tonight she was dressed as an angel. She wore a long shimmering silver gown of light diaphanous material. Her black hair poured down her back in a graceful cascade of curls. The front was pulled back with a silver clip. Around her neck was a silver choker necklace with a glass orb resting in the dip of her throat. Her eyes were made up dark and Smokey, the green looked more like a cats than usual. The effect was a tortured angel appearance, angelic but sad and perhaps a bit naughty.

Before ascending the stairs she braced herself to face the pressure of the beasts already in the room. Emma enters the upper area which has the lovely heaven theme. She was quite surprised to see that there were only a couple of others who were feeling angelic this evening. Emma notices a fellow gangrel @Zach Griffiths over on the cusp of hell. She rushes over to him and says, "Don't do it. Don't cross into the bowels of hell." Then she giggles as her beast tugs towards wanting to attack his weaker beast. As she regains control over beast her eyes darken ever so slightly.

[Aileen McFarlane]

Since she hadn't come to the former Court, Aïleen's attendance was now mandatory. The Mekhet would still gladly have skipped this social duty. Given the theme, she had rented a red gown, and was wearing some red and black make-up. Hopefully, she would remain carefully unobtrusive in the darker tones.

When she entered the Avalon, she noticed that several Kindred were already there, most of which were known to her, and to Sobek. Most but not all, since there was a regal angel that was gracing Heaven with its presence, but whose mere existence was an insult to the Beast within. Roused from its slumber in the deep dark waters of her mind, it tried to rose to the surface to stride and mangle that weak foolish thing, but the Mekhet quickly drowned it back with a newfound confidence.

Was her smile somewhat more genuine when she walked down to Hell through the appropriate stairs ?

[Mike]

The Priest saw no need to done a special costume for the evening. Was not his very nature and profession an ode to the theme that the Prince demanded? The Haunt entered the club and did not hesitate in his choice. Nor did he falter in his steps when his beast demanded he take action against the other kindred present. Be it fight or flight, Father John was unmoved.

As he ascends the stairway to heaven he finds it a curious nature that the clothing he wears like a uniform is so stark and black, when the heaven he represents is so bright. Continuing his journey into the club he takes the chance to approach Mr. Griffiths and the good doctor, seeing an opportunity to bear witness to a few new faces.

"Good Evening." His words are reserved, quietly spoken. His face stoic and serious as ever.

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella had been torn with her dress choice for this evenings Court. Part of her wanted to stick with white, something that would be safe and comfortable for her. But the other part, the one that won out the battle, had wanted to try something different, stand out a bit for once in her unlife. So she went with the red dress, and had done her make up a little darker to better suit the new color choice.

So when she walked into Avalon, she picked the Hell side of the stairs, pausing at the base of the stairs to allow her Beast a chance to settle. Its attention now on the other Beasts gathered, snarling in challenge until it is silenced by Daniella as she walks into the Court, smiling to those she sees. She actually had some others in mind that she wished to speak with this evening, but doesn’t spot either one right away, so she walks around the Court, alert for any security issues that may arise.

[Chase Ankers]

Chase, Swift, & Erich continue here

[AlphaStrike]

Zach is stirred from his heavenly reverie by the appearance of angels, ironically enough. Zach hoped that the devils downstairs would get a little jealous.

The first angel to appear, Zach hadn't seen before, and his beast responded aggressively, seeking to tear the other into pieces. Zach himself makes a mental note to sic Erich on this one if she misbehaves. But she is content to be seen and nothing more, so Zach steals a little look as she broods by herself.

He turns his attentions back to the devils after his own moment of devilry, and the second angel to appear nearly shoves him over the edge. "Hey, take it easy, cousin. I could fall in." A joking grin and some laughter at their jokes, and then the Court-proper Zach resurfaces. "It's good to see you, Miss French. It's been a long time. How are your evenings in Sacramento?"

Another soon enters heaven, this one dressed much more conservatively than the two angels. As the man approaches, Zach suddenly falls down memory lane, a sudden rush of memory, an Requiem's worth of murder, theft, and immorality. The rush is intense, but brief, and Zach returns to the present. Zach takes a closer look at the collared man, dressed in the office of the Catholic faith, stirs Zach's memory again, of the faint memories of his living childhood, when his mother used to take him to mass. Zach had almost forgotten his Catholic roots, and here was the past seemingly come alive. When the Father spoke, Zach responded in kind, being sure to address a man of the cloth properly. "Good Evening, Father. Welcome to the Court of His Highness Prince Clarke. How has your evening gone?" Zach wishes he could have spoke more freely with his cousin, but this was court, and Zach was on duty.

He would have to talk to Dillon about another Clan meeting.

[Allison Black]

Allison is not wearing much more than fine white italian shirt, with satin red initials A.C. embroidered upon the left pocket and angel wings as she enters in through the foyer. The men's shirt dips low enough, making undergarments questionable. Even though she dresses for heaven, her overall vibe begs to be downstairs. A bet is a bet after all...

Allison draws in a deep breath, knowing that in moments her beast is going to be in full temper tantrum mode, wanting to kill the insignificant or trample over the elderly to get away from significant. The feeling, she knows, is just a shitty necessity that always comes with such events and if she can get past the initial surge, it doesn't fade but it becames a hell of a lot more manageable.

Allison feels the press of anger and fear, but does not pause in step. "Looking sharp!" She offers a friendly greeting the ones waiting at the fork in the road as she descends down into the pit.

For all Allison knew, they were just doing macaroni art upstairs anyways...

[Ashley Cohen]

If Heaven was Hell and visa versa, would you start doing evil in order to nurture...

The fancy of black tresses had passed as the diminutive blonde lord made her way through the foyer. Barely a inch over five foot, her tiny frame housed a potent beast that sought to subject its lessers to the mandated authority of her blood. Ashley held the chains tightly in preparation for walking among her fellow damned.

The mortality rate for immortals helped reinforce her resolve in remaining in complete control...

Ashley heads down the stairs and when she catches sight of Erich a devious smile forms across her lips and she cannot help but feel the pull to join in on their discussion...

[Princess]

A plump little Daeva cautiously approaches the place of the Court of Sacramento. Her most recent court across a great distance had been unpleasant, or she wouldn't be here. But that hardship was perhaps best left in the past - no one here would know or care about the internal struggles of the Domain of Buenos Aires.

And so, to embrace her desire for this to be a more hospitable environment, she embraced the theme of sin. It had been too long since she'd wielded a brush, but the simple black dress with crisp red lines she wore left plenty of canvas on her arms and legs. Finding an old illustrated copy of Dante's Inferno, she depicted those scenes on her limbs. Violence and Heresy adorned the same arms that had fought to escape that other place, and Lust and Gluttony adorned bare, chubby legs; an homage with a sense of humor. Regardless, perhaps her artistic talents would impress this new place.

Her Dress

  Successful Artistry

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-04-11 00:48:25		Anabella Prieto rolls 6 to Body Paint (Crafts + Wits + Spec - Improv??) (10 Again)		1, 7, 2, 2, 8, 8		2 successes

Despite her chic display, she proceeded in a measured manner through the gates of hell, tensing at the sight of every beast. She grimaced and clenched her fists at the other peons her inner demon suggested she tear apart, and averted her eyes from those that filled her with the deep seated intuition that they would end her if they wished it. Dante's journey across her limbs indeed seemed an appropriate theme as she entered the ballroom's hellscape. She had pointedly come unarmed as a show of good faith in this place full of strangers. This looked like a venue with sympathy for devils.