Not The One That's So Absurd...

[West]

Halloween. All Hallows. Day of the Dead. Beggars' Night. Third Harvest.

Call it what you will, it's the same, it's the same. Some will use this night to disguise themselves to be more than they are... some, to become less. Behind the masks and costumes, is freedom.

Costumed faces crowd the floor, obscured by fog falling from above. Streamers hang from the ceiling; at times, occupied, at others, empty. Now and again, someone ventures onto the swing from the elevated area by the private tables.

The mood is decadent and festive, and disguises are the order of the night.

[Konrad Roth]

A spectrum of light streaks vibrantly through the fog, diffusing colors across the entire room as a crowd of bodies swell in the thrill of Halloween night. Celebration of the night, of the thrill of the unknown, of the dead. But mostly the dead.

Konrad has seen decades of Halloween parties go by, but he doesn't reside in the past. The here and now seems like he's in for an exciting night. And he's dead, sorta, so he aught to celebrate, shouldn't he? Clad in his passable costume, he hopes it'll come off as ironic. Without his Aspect of Predator he is pretty much prey anyways in this, the Elysium, where predators gather regularly. With the press of Beasts amid the Kine, Konrad does his best to ignore the instinct to flee in terror. But it's Halloween, so fuck it, it's supposed to be at least a little scary.

He dances pathetically amid the crowd, a smirk on his face and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He'll probably light up when he finds a room in the back. Oh, quite the rebel, this one. But he knows not to seek the temptation of feeding in a place like this. Bottom rung, best to act like a respectful guest or find himself ashed rather quick.

[Asa]

Blush of Life

When you'd gone to as many Halloween parties as he had, the well ran dry. Eventually, he recalled a conversation he'd had with someone long gone -- Ciara Maskelyne -- when he'd mentioned the 'newsies' of Sacramento.

A simple costume, but one that evoked memories, recent and long past, and most importantly... wasn't terribly hard to fashion.

He'd posted himself at the bar, face and forearms flushed a healthy pink and full of life, and he contemplated the drink in his hand as he watched arrivals. Every now and then, a lithe body spinning above would catch his attention -- but none quite as arresting as the arrival of a new predator.

His own answered the challenge, demanding Blood; blood which on this night, would not be so out of place.

He could have come as Dracula, and worn this interloper's Blood as part of his vampiric regalia.

Eventually, he pushed the destructive urge back downward, and continued to observe. An eye ventured toward the dance floor, looking for anything -- rather, anyone -- especially interesting.

[Dark Passenger]

In all honesty, Lucy simply calls Halloween Halloween, because she hardly knows what it exactly stands for. It's not like you get a chance to know any true meaning behind it, if you grow up seeing it as a legit reason to demand that people give you candy. And Lucy was way too sweet to dress up like something scary. She was one of those princess girls.

What is she now?

A Phoenix. She was once taken away, but she returned even stronger. Through flames the Fireheart was reborn.

Besides, the costume was really simple. The Elemental is not so creative, nor did she read any comic books, so she went with the X-Men movie costume. Her hair is naturally red, so that's quite easy. One small noticeable detail is the blackness of her eyes. She bought those pitch-black contact lenses to look at least a little scary. Her Mask is not hardened, so that the occasional changeling would get a glimpse of the real Phoenix that Lucy is supposed to be.

Just don't let me unleash my wrath! She says to herself in a melodramatic voice in her burning head.

She walks inside the club then, feeling quite uncomfortable. This place is so crowded, and the music... She may even prefer jazz to this electronic noise, if she had a choice. Of course it was her own decision to come here. Sometimes you need to force yourself to be social. And Nox looks quite cool.

[Aurora]

Halloween…best holiday EVER! Or so Faye thought it was. She lived for this night, the chance to dress up and be someone else for a couple hours.

And it was a new city, which meant she had to step it up for the night. Hours were spent browsing the internet, looking for ideas, and after frustration set in, she found it. Next, she hunted down various pieces to the costume, not resting until she had found the perfect, but affordable pieces.

The make-up, heck, that was the easiest part. Her circus background and training taught her how to apply and wear stage make-up.



Parking would be a bitch, so she decided to take a cab. Save on parking, and allowing her to drink as much as she waned, win-win.

And into Nox walks a confident Harley Quinn! Her long blonde hair was up in pig tails, one sides end dyed black, the other red. The leather fit her the way it was supposed to, and the white of her face make-up made her blue eye pop.



The music takes over her body as she walks further into the club, hips swaying as she made her way through the crowd. First stop, the bar!

[Asa]

She looked.

He smiled.

Really, he should have had a costume contest. The butterfly was stunning, and it was with no small amusement he noted which butterfly it was. As patrons began to trickle towards the bar, and his eyes drifted over more than one, he caught the bartenders attention: open bar for the ladies. He'd be the first to admit that it was a man's world, but there were certain perks for the fairer sex. Business always came first.

He waited for the violet eyes to find his again, and nodded slightly to the dance floor in a silent question.

Gorgeous eyes. A shame he'd been born to early to ever be comfortable with vanity contacts.

[Terri Nutkins]

Mask Hardened

The redhead bounced into Nox with a grin as wide as the Slimer himself, taking in the atmosphere with a quick scan of the club. She gazed for sometime at the streamers, longingly wanting to be up there, yards above the ground with nothing but the strength and athleticism in her petite form keeping her from crashing to the ground. Her heartbeat increased at the thought, causing Terri to bite her lip with the thought of taking part in an act so graceful yet daring.

Still, she hadn't come her tonight to be a showoff....well, maybe. The outfit was a tad short and the black boots high. Her hair vibrant hair was was tied back but hung over her right shoulder, and she ensured that any possible exposure was kept at a minimum, forcing the Mask to become more real than it should be. Her bushy red tail and ear tufts disappeared even from fae eyes, along with the feathers in her hair.

She ain't afraid of no ghosts!

Spotting Sasha ( L'aire ), Terri skipped over to join her friend, the exuberance in her movements as OTT as her sheer delight at the Dancer's outfit.

"Oh, my God!" she squealed as she gave Sasha a hug, being careful not to damage her costume. "Hun, you look absolutely awesome! Happy Halloween!"