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Post by Madeline Wayne on Jan 23, 2012 18:04:30 GMT 1
Wednesday, January 8, 2042
To say that everything was in its place would have been a total understatement. To say that everything was perfect was much more like it. The holiday charity gathering that New York City’s government held every year was always an ornate and well planned event with plenty of celebrities, unforgettable moments, and themes that typically were enough to stun the guests in attendance. Though it had quite the reputation, there wasn’t much of a legacy to it. It had only started a total of seven years ago, with this being the seventh annual one, but the varying mayors and their respective parties and advisors never seemed to pass up the chance to show off the prestige of New York City to the rest of the United States, if not the world.
With that being said, there was a lot that was done in preparation for the event and a lot of people were involved in said preparations. There were florists from all around the city who were charged with providing the most acceptable flowers. There were architects, carpenters and construction companies charged with designing and building the props and equipment needed in order to have the event go on without any structural problems. There was a place scouted out every year as the location. There were caters and food waiting services that were given the task of providing food and drink for those in attendance. There were even orchestras, ranging from middle school level to professionals, sought out to provide music. Of course, there were many others who were charged with different tasks, but it was difficult to acknowledge everyone involved—and, yes, they did have an acknowledgement at the end of the evening, but it always at least ten minutes in length, if not longer.
Aside from preparation and reputation, this gathering the New York City government put on every year consisted of the most prestigious guests with some varying from year to year. The billionaires, millionaires, heirs, and heiresses of the world always seemed to shuffle in and out. Royalty, as long as their country was not on terrible terms with the United States, managed to show up if they could. Naturally, there were professors and politicians and professional sports players who found themselves there as well. There was typically an annual appearance from a few lucky “normal” people who weren’t a part of staff or some other working position and, of course, the press from several corners of the globe as well. Hence, the publicity that the event got every year since 2035.
Speaking of heiresses, Madeline Wayne, who had always been in attendance for maybe thirty reasonable minutes to an hour, was a name on the VIP list this year. Though she wouldn’t be taking on the guise of Batgirl while she was at the party, the Justice League of America had been cordially invited to the event as a show of appreciation from the current mayor, who had been working on a platform to work with the heroes and get the government involved in JLA activities as well. Normally having a bunch of superheroes and vigilantes would pose a problem for such a large group of people because of a potential threat, but a thoughtful member of the advisory staff managed to toss in the idea of a Masquerade theme, which would keep heroes identities safe and make the blend in with most of crowd in case tragedy did strike and they needed to act.
Honestly, the mayor could have cared less if the heroes had shown up in their attire. But, of course, there was always an advantage to hiding in plain sight.
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Post by Black Death on Jan 25, 2012 2:13:51 GMT 1
How could the opportunity be dismissed? A masked ball? No of course not, what was there, a treasure trove. And Black Death’s cold murdering eyes were drawn upon it. A chilling whisp of wind had told him that the Justice League of America would be present there, as well as many respectable heads of the city of New York and else where. He was a man on the verge of destroying the world, less impeccably Gotham.
It was hard enough for him to perform the tasks he set out to do with the risks of running into their likes. Twice he had come face to face with one called Flameshadow. Her fiery passion for stopping him and seeing past his dark exterior seems to bring his blood to boil of also poked at a desire. For some reason he was intrigued by this woman, but why? If anything was going to bring him to a stop, it would either be his growing dire condition or her.
Fiddling with his costume, he put the finishing touches on it as he stood in the mirror. It was a rare sight but some place in his stubborn and mean heart there was a gentleman and he clearly looked it tonight. It was many years since he took on a romantic pose and passion, ever since he courted his wife, now Ex-wife. Deception was something he was good at and it didn’t take his wife long to find out that Terry was a complete jerk. Raising his chin up high, he glazed into the mirror and a smile arose to his face and he made a gesture as if motioning to someone.
A regular Zorro; handsome and mysterious but with the opposite twist, he was not going to save the day, but steal its very breath. Putting fear in the hearts of the citizens but he would have to be it with sensitivity. With so many masked faces, he would not know who would be who. But having such a power as his it would be easy to carry out things without giving himself away, or so he believed.
Terry left his motel room and arrived in a car and handed his keys to the young man standing outside the building ready to park it. His smiling display sickened Terry, he was too cheerful, and clearly it was the money. Putting his hand out he placed the same bills the young man had received earlier back into his hand. He had used his force to draw it from his pocket as he drove. He tilted his hat towards the kid and then walked towards the entrance. His simple handkerchief mask covered his face and made his eyes ever more aluminous as he looked around entering the building.
“Good evening, senorita” He motioned ever gracefully to the woman who passed him. He looked around at the bedazzling layout before him and the countless guests, some of which were his enemies.
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Post by Flameshadow on Jan 26, 2012 6:30:21 GMT 1
Jamie was standing there beside the punch bowl with a cup in her hand . She was wearing a Black cat mask over her as she sipped her drink. She didn't actually understand what is the point of them being invited to this ball asides the fact there are many important people here. She will be ready to act if something was to happened. She just sits there listening to the music while enjoying the Scenery and the music She had been through lot of battle her most hardest was the likes of a man known as The Black Death which she finds away to stop him.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Jan 29, 2012 23:59:51 GMT 1
Arriving in a long limo Vincent arrived wearing a red dress with gold lining, gold jewelry and a mask of red with gold. It was all rather sleek and fashionable. But Stark money could buy all even more, the real trick to the dress and mask wasn't it's fashion but the mask's ability to log in to Stark Industries central computers. She wasn't concerned with anonymity, most people knew most people knew she was IronMan after the whole ordeal with Octavius in Scandinavian.
Entering the venu Vincent left her coat at the door and made her way into the main ballroom. She looked around, scanning for people she knew, but she couldn't address any of them knowing she'd give away their positions if they were not in costume. Instead she decided to approach the mayor and greet him for inviting her on the VIP list.
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Feb 18, 2012 23:31:47 GMT 1
Anneliese sighed as her and her date exited the limo outside the grand venue for the party. It was a quiet and well hidden sigh, but still there. It wasn't due to her date - X'Hal no, he was sweet, kind, hansom and a true gentleman - but more the fact she had to come to this thing. Again. Last year, she came with Richard, but he was then forbidden by their parents to return, considering he almost attacked a politician who got a little too grabby with Anne. After all, no one thought her twin brother would be that possessive of his sister after all. He reacted the same way a lion would to protect his mate. She didn't normally mind fancy parties when she was going as a model. But going as the ambassador for her parents made it dull. She gave her date, Carl Kent, a reassuring smile, knowing he'd most likely be nervous, before placing her hand in the crook of his arm. "Don't be tense Carl. I'll protect you from the snobs." She winked, enchanting blue eyes not dimmed at all by the delicate lace mask covering the upper half of her face, which did an odd - and purposeful - job of clashing but also harmonising perfectly with her designer lolita style dress. A little odd, yes, but Anneliese had fallen in love with it the moment her mother presented it to her. Her hair was teased into loose waves that tumbled past her shoulders, and on her feet were a pair of stilettos, the thick straps over her feet black and silver lace edged with black leather She glanced at her well dressed date again as they finally entered the beautifully decorated room - hall really - that held the party. She'd decided that if she was going to be stuck here, she might as well do a good deed. And introducing the ever so talented, up and coming photographer to some very useful contacts would be a good deed she could do as Anneliese Grayson, not Nightstar, one half of the half alien super hero duo. "Just stick close and it'll be fine." She promised, giving him a dazzling smile and squeezing his arm lightly. "But you also have to keep me amused. And help protect me from dull people who won't stop talking at me." At her. Never too her. People often assumed she was nothing but a pretty face, that her brother got all the brains and she was just like her mother who, although by no means an idiot, often came off like that due to her naive and innocent attitude. ---- shop.samanthapeach.co.uk/media/beautiful400/silver-beautiful-mask-product.jpg -- Mask i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii300/StrawberryKisses4ever/Elysia/20100720050526_2_B938_large.jpg -- Dress
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Post by Derange on Feb 19, 2012 1:05:33 GMT 1
“Alright. Breathe? HHhhaaa HHHHhhaaa. Check. Mask? Check. Pants? Uuuhh. Check. Sanitizer? Check. Gun? No no guns tonight. Just for fun. Well kinda fun.” He said muttering to himself. Derange sighed as if he heard someone. “Well I’m sorry. You’ll have to stay here Betsy. I know, I promised you a dance but not now. Maybe later we can burn down some buildings. Don’t look at me like that.” He said fixing his shirt as he looked in the mirror of the van at the long box in the back as he waited for the light to turn. He looked dashing in his blue suit. He felt kind of odd without wearing the face paint and other things he normally wore, but after all he wasn’t going as Derange. He gave off a gleaning grin before pruning and brushing through the feathers on his mask. He was almost there and he could already see people walking toward the rondevu point. “You think anyone will notice me? Probably should keep it on the lowdown. I hear there are going to be some Leagers there. I can’t be myself tonight, it’d be too dangerous. No getting excited over the dessert table. “ He said. “Well maybe one cookie. “ He said and then pulled up not far from the building. Getting out of the van, Derange in disguise, made sure again that he was set for the night. He pushed his shirt ruffles up and cocked his neck as he walked towards the building. Entering the building he handed the host an envelope with 5,000 dollars inside and took his cane to his side. He looked around the large ballroom and a smirk rose up on the right side of his face. Stepping lightly he searched around at the people there. “Fancy affair aright. This should be an entertaining night.” He said stepping down still looking around at the marvelous details. But he was suddenly overwhelm with the idea of the place being filled with heroes that he missed the last step, tripping and staggering, then accidently bumping into a young woman. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry miss, clumsy me. I guess I’m not quite the gentleman like everyone else here. Is your foot ok?” He said said with a nervous grin. Underneath the mask was the young miss Wayne. Yet there was something about her, had he seen this masked woman before? "Well I guess the least I could do is get you some punch." OOC: His costume. i381.photobucket.com/albums/oo253/thatderangeguy/Dsgetup.jpg
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Post by Octavius Thorson on Feb 19, 2012 22:41:34 GMT 1
Octavius was the next to arrive, he wasn't wearing a tux or anything of the like. It was an man poorly educated on the matter might call a toga of pure white running down most of his length, a golden laurel wreath resting atop his black hair while had his usual natural wavy appearance about it. He looked every bit the Themysciran diplomat. Especially with the bracers worn by all of his people on his mother's side.
This event was like no party he was familiar with, so instead he made quick movements towards familiar company. The Thorson gave a wave towards Vincent to get her attention and moved close. "Greetings, has the night been treating you well? I find myself more intimidated by this setting then the most burning of battlefields in Surter's realm." And it was true, give him an axe and he would be fine. But a charity party? How strange.
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Post by Anreal McKenzie on Feb 19, 2012 23:41:07 GMT 1
Representing Atlantis, and it's king's former ties to protecting the United States- and especially New York was Anreal McKenzie, heir apparent and royal princess of Atlantis. Since her signing on with the Teen Titans two years ago she'd grown six inches, and her powers had gained momentum considerably. Which was in part what had given her the confidence to attend such events in her father's stead. That and the new dress she'd been given by designer Emanuel Ungaro as a gift for her service to global defense. She really thought it was more because the Design team wanted to have a princess wear their clothing, but she wasn't about to look a gift marlin in the gills so to speak. Gliding in to the venu Anreal made her way to greet her host as well as the other officials there. After this she spotted Anne and made her way over to her team mate and friend. "Hello." She said gently, wondering if she should have brought a mask. Though the idea struck her as silly since every one knew who she was any how. ((OOC: Anreal's Dress))
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Post by Bem T'Chui on Feb 21, 2012 17:25:31 GMT 1
While he was not a full member of the JLA, Bem had been coaxed by his mother to attend the ball being held in their honor. He stood much like his namesake, the leopard, against a wall for the moment taking everything in and observing the many masked faces. A slow smile came across his face, he could tell more by smell than by sight, as the individuals that he was more familiar with passed nearby he greeted them. This would definitely be something worth discussing with mother when he returned to Wakandan soil.
He shifted his mask a bit to keep the small tufts of black fur from his eyes. This is agitating... how could anyone stand to wear these things for so long? He wondered if any of the other heroes and heroines were enjoying the masks as well. With this thought he made his way towards the smell of the ocean, mollusks, and kelp to greet the daughter of Namor. "Hello Anreal, long time." Nodding towards her current company he addressed her as well, "Anneliese."
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Post by Serina von Doom on Feb 22, 2012 17:18:24 GMT 1
Serina stepped into the room, her eyes flickering over the drawl before her. Her green and silver glinting nails picked up a stemmed glass of something as it passed by her. Her bold eyes were searching for the most interesting thing in this god forsaken party. Her green feathered mask stood out a touch, she noticed, all the easier for her to make a statement. Walking her heeled feet towards the mess of people until she saw an easily recognizable face. Vincent Stark. The heiress to dear Tony Stark's fortune and...problems. She noticed the young woman making her rounds towards the mayor. Silently agreeing that, that would be a good idea, Serina made her way there. Setting her un-touched glass on another passing tray she entered upon the mayor, moments after Ms. Stark. "Ah, Mayor, such a wonderful opportunity to meet a man of such valor. And from a different country! The honor is astound-able. We'll have to talk later."she said lightly, flashing a smile over at the man. Turning from the man to the young woman before her, Serina flashed a smile over at Ms. Stark. "Why hello there Ms. Stark." the Latverian princess cooed, offering hand as a greeting.
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Post by Raphael Strange on Feb 22, 2012 20:12:49 GMT 1
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Post by Ayame Mikatoshi on Feb 22, 2012 20:28:25 GMT 1
Ayame's kimono Ayame's maskAyame had, at first, refused. A lot. She didn't want to go out, to a big party where people could be looking at her and touching her and breathing near her. The very thought made a shiver violently go up her spine. She could fight off a herd of robbers without a second thought. Take on a super villian. Fight demons....but the idea of going out into a public place....frightened her to death. But he knew her weaknesses. Riceballs, weapons and equipment and sparkly things. In fact, she was wearing the beautiful necklace right now, not that it was seen due to the many layers of her delicate kimono. She looked an awful lot like a dainty Japanese doll, never mind the fact she was a godling who had more strength in her little finger than the whole body of a normal male. The kimono had been the one item of clothing given to her by her father that wasn't made for combat. The many layers made her comfortably warm and the soft outer layer rustled whenever she moved, a dark navy blue with golden cranes embroidered on it, trailing along the ground, her feet in simple geta sandles. It took her a while to get into it - the obi was impossible to tie practically - but her hair was surprisingly simple, considering how intricate it looked. The only problem was a mask, which Raphael-kun had magic'd up for her no problem. But now she stood, looking elegant and poised, but underneath, anyone who knew her, would see she was tense, muscles coiled like a spring, ready to jump into action. "I do not see how such an event is classified as 'the fun', Ra-...Arcanum-kun. There are many people here. They could all be in disguise ready to attack." She stated, her fingers itching for a weapon. It wasn't obvious, but Raphael, who knew her more than anyone else pretty much, would have know that she was, quite frankly, a walking weapons cabinet. In her hair were at least 8 senbon hidden, on a thigh holster, 10 throwing stars sat, under her obi sat a string at least 10 long of kunai and down the back of her kimono, hidden by layers of fabric, sat her tanto blade. Everything - minus the stars - was easy access if she felt threatened.
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Post by Carl Kent on Feb 23, 2012 4:48:18 GMT 1
Carl took a few deep breathes and smooth out the folds of his evening wear for the thousandth time, his fingers feeling every crease and thread as he checked the bowtie one last time in the window before stepping out of the limo and making his way round to the other side of the car to accept the hand of his ‘date’ as she stepped out, one long leg after the other. His top hat under one arm, cane held in his hand he helped her to her feet and returned her wink with a small almost convincingly confident smile. The shock in itself of being asked to go to the gala ball was one thing but it was a completely different thing when he found out who was inviting him. Almost as soon as she had stepped out, Annieliese Grayson, supermodel, became the centre of attention on the red carpet.
Dressed in top hat and tails, helpfully loaned from a designer friend of his dates, the young Carl Kent was thankful that at least part of his face was hidden by the porcelain white Phantom of the Opera style mask, as he made his way along the red carpet to the entrance to the gala event, past the flashing cameras with the incredibly beautiful Miss Grayson on his arm. She was truly breath taking but having read the stories in the paper from last year, the little Carl knew about her brother was enough to make him just a tad nervous about being here with her. Well more nervous infact that he had been before.
Trying to match her confident smile he nodded and shook hands with the few who offered them, most simply went right for the woman on his arm, which given who she was made a lot of sense. Scanning the room he figured there was maybe a handful of people who even knew who Carl Kent was and that would be mostly through his parents. He rolled his shoulders a little and brought himself back to the conversations that floated past him and landed with his date for the evening. All around him he could hear the buzz of conversation, who was wearing what, who was talking with who, why was this person invited...and on and on...
He felt her squeeze his arm and flash that award winning smile and for just a moment he forgot they were in a room full of masked socialites...and then with a thump he came back into the real world as he bumped into the next couple trying to clamber their way to greet the famous Grayson girl. And just like that they were gone again replaced by a young girl who seemed to know Anneliese in person, this one without a mask. Carl stood half a step behind the women on his arm as he realised who had just approached them, her identity no real secret around the world. She was a Princess of Atlantis...he could smell the ocean on her, recalling all those times he’d see her picture rescuing some stranded ship or dealing with some wayward criminal...And then another came close, so different to the first girl, where she was she breeze and salt he was rock and earth...and something else that the young man couldn’t put his finger on right now.
Carl swallowed. Just how did a supermodel know so many people...not just one royal family, but two? He hadn’t ever imagined that he’d be stood in the same room as so many famous people nevermind the heirs to the kingdoms of Atlantis and Wakanda.
Now or never Kent he thought to himself as he gave a slight cough and stepped up to Anneliese’s shoulder, bowing slightly to both of the new arrivals in turn, not entirely sure how to address them or even if he should...
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Post by Anneliese Grayson on Feb 23, 2012 5:22:56 GMT 1
Anneliese felt a little bad about dragging Carl with her, but it made sense in more than one way. Firstly, it got him contacts. Secondly, it would maybe help him be less shy, more out going. Although she found his shy and awkward personality adorable, she did feel the urge to help him out with it, less it stunt his career. Photographers had to be outgoing, after all, or else they'd never make their models comfortable.
"You're doing great Carl. Like you've always been at these things." She murmured reassuringly, sending him another smile, just as two fellow heroes appeared. She panic'd for a second, before coming up with a plausible lie, that would hopefully let the two know she was here as Anneliese Grayson, not Nightstar.
"Ah! Anreal! Black Panther/Bem!(AN : I wasn't sure if Bem was a known hero, without a hidden identity or not, and if the latter, if he was there as Black Panther or Bem, lemme know and I'll change it!) It's lovely to see you again." She smiled softly at the pair, the perfectly practiced smile that was her trade mark in the modelling world, second only to her piercing eyes and perfect pout. "This is my date, Carl Kent." She squeezed his arm again in reassurance.
"I met these two at various other galas and parties. It seems as if being a supermodel, along with having a famous family and heroes are in the same social circles sometimes." She explained, giving her two fellow heroes a slightly warning look, as if to make sure they went along with the story.
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Post by Vincent Stark on Feb 23, 2012 20:46:06 GMT 1
Setting her un-touched glass on another passing tray she entered upon the mayor, moments after Ms. Stark. "Ah, Mayor, such a wonderful opportunity to meet a man of such valor. And from a different country! The honor is astound-able. We'll have to talk later."she said lightly, flashing a smile over at the man. Turning from the man to the young woman before her, Serina flashed a smile over at Ms. Stark. "Why hello there Ms. Stark." the Latverian princess cooed, offering hand as a greeting. Octavius had come and stood along side Vincent, she was glad he was beside her, though she'd hoped he'd worn the tuxedo she'd had laid out for him. He would have looked rather smart in it, but his Themsycian clothing suited him well. Before she could inform him of such a slightly accented voice spoke to her. Vincent turned her heady slightly, then smiled. "Ah, Princess Serina, how good to see you. Are you finding your stay in the states well?" Vincent took the hand and bowed her head slightly. At twelve years old Vincent had been like any other girl, awkward shy and would have no idea what to do if she'd met royalty, now at twenty eight, she was used to meeting foreign diplomats and royalty from far away places, it was a Stark's honor to entertain guests such as the royal family of Latveria any time they were in New York.
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