Let's Raise Some Hell (MH15)

Oct. 31'st, 2013
Capitale, 'Little Italy', NYC.
Doors open at 8 pm

Dress code: festive attire
All ages welcome, ID's will be checked.
Live music, dancing, costumes, and fun for everyone


Note that any physical disagreements will promptly be dealt with by all persons involved being escorted out. No fighting here, folks. Take it outside.

Last edited by Kelly Andre Sharp on Fri Dec 06, 2013 7:01 pm; edited 1 time in total

Near the intersection of Chinatown and Little Italy, many of New York City's strangest were gathering.
A certain electrified feeling hung in the clear, chilly autumn night.
People steadily trickled into an arched gateway, some clustered together, and some single-file.. but were these people at all?

Another look picked out demons, clowns, vampires, characters from book and cinema. It was as if for one evening the plain, boring public had been transformed. No need to hide, nor act the perfectly behaved sheep. The people could be whomever they wished, if but for this one occasion.

The invitations were not sent to any particular persons, but the word had gotten around quickly that this party was expressly permitting and even encouraging the attendence of the mutant population.
Tonight, the horrendous became fabulous; and the outcasts became the most highly regarded guests.


Pulling his off-white leather duster closed and covering the gleaming Colt .45 on his hip, the Lone Ranger sighed and stepped through the machine-produced fog, toward the towering doors. He glanced back and smiled before leading on, into the eerily lit portal that awaited like the opening mouth of hell itself.

((Welcome! Feel free to put your characters where you like, socialize and cavort as you please. The party is just getting started))

So, this is the place!

The Phantom of the Opera had arrived to the destination of the Masquerade Ball. His 'mask' was actually his usual look, where the flesh portion was his mutant power de-powered.

This Ball was a big deal, seeing as it had invited a primarily mutant population. How would the evening progress, having this area being made into a painted target with a large portion of the recently re-growing mutant population attending?

The Phantom had a briefcase in his hand, which housed his retractable Viper katanas and his Stinger blades. His throwing knives were in their porcelain case, not detectable by metal detectors. He'd have some protection, as humans could never be trusted.

Phantom attire fluttering in the crisp New York air, he made his way towards the doorway. He looked around and noticed all sorts of people. Who was a dangerous mutant, and who was a harmless kitten? Tonight, no one knew. Everyone was a mystery, and that could definitely prove to make this ball more than just slightly exhilarating!

Luka didn't know what he was doing at a party like this. He was young, and unlike his brother, he did not seek to cause drama. He went to the party as "Death." His skin was pale white from a little too much powder. His brown slick hair was dyed black and he wore a black trench coat. He wore a long black wig and a black fedora. He got a whole lot of mascara and made "raccoon eyes" around his eyes masking his identity. It was fun just buying the stuff. Maybe since it was halloween, he could mess around with his telekinesis.

Maybe even mess with his newly found telepathy, but he oughta not. After the incident in times square, his telepathy can't be trusted.

The night ended, but Allayne was still itching to party. Djing a show was fun, but the night was relatively young.

Axe wished he had invited some people to the ball. Anyone would've sufficed as long as he wasn't alone. But here was his chance to check out the who's who of the mutant community. Maybe I should call April or Remy to come out, so he had company.

Allayne opted to go as one off the soldiers from 'Army of Two', sporting the Mojave Brave facemask. He had his DJ headphones as well, just in case. His black trench was over his black UnderArmor shirt, giving him a buff chest look. Allayne's stealth camo pants and Black steel-toed boots completed the ensemble, except for the green glow pain he had spread on his clothes in a tribal-esque pattern.

Allayne was wary of the people there, and made sure to check out the disguised people for any weird movements. As he made his way towards the door, his Synesthesia was lit up by the music playing within. He knew this was the party to be at, and he vowed to not get too wasted for fear of meeting one of the upper crust of society.

He saw a man who looked like the Lone Ranger, as Well as many Death figures. Who was a mutant, and who was not? He'd mingle, hoping no trouble would start.

Jason appeared at the Ball with his wife. He wasn't sure how the night would turn out, but he was bound to have some kind of fun, even if that meant getting extremely intoxicated and having Sara drive him back to institute. This was Halloween for Christ's sake! Of course, Jason wasn't going to be the most loud or the most obnoxious member at the party, he could pin point few of those already. 

Walking up to small staircase that had very eccentric looking doors, Jason turned to look at Sara, 'Are you ready, love?" asked Jason. He was in a good mood, and it wasn't everyday that you could catch him like that. Especially, if he has been hiding behind work all week.

"Don't worry, they won't know if you are mutant or not. That is why you are wearing costume. Just don't make yourself too obvious, keep to the corners, shadows, and don't act out of place. They won't tolerate troublemakers." said Rachel to a twelve year old boy named Kyle Wilkie. She has found him breaking into her home. Instead of killing the boy, she took him in to teach him honesty. Not that Rachel would have been a great example of honesty anyway. Kyle told her the story about his dead parents and how they were killed by mutants who robbed a bank couple months back.

Kyle was dressed as Iron Man. Rachel was dressed as Cleopatra.
"What if people start asking me questions?" asked Kyle at the last moment before they arrived at the door. 
"Well, tell them to mind their own business," she repled. "And if fight breaks out, just know there is no shame in running." 
"I am not running from anyone. I can take care of myself." 
"Alright, let's go then," said Rachel as they walked into the building. It was filled with colors and music, food was plentiful and surely Rachel would not have to worry about Kyle getting into trouble.

Sara was saying goodbye to Loika on her cell. The new Mrs Jackson and her husband were getting on a plane for their honeymoon. She wanted to make sure they were off okay. After she said goodbye she hung up and smile at Jason.

She was dressed as a mermaid of course but with a mask. She slipped the phone into her top and took Jason's arm. " Sorry my love. Just seeing Loika and Peter off. I'm all yours now. Lets let loose." She smiled big and kissed his cheek.

Raven arrived at the party an hour after the opening. She's late but she didn't mind. In fact she didn't even planned attending the party at all not until twenty minutes after the opening. What changed her mind? Maybe the fact that she wanted to drunk or maybe the fact that she wanted to socialized with other mutants. When she entered event place she recognized some mutants from their look but she didn't approach them instead she went to the bar and grabbed a drink. She walked around the room observing each and every mutant that fascinated her. And when she finished her first drink she went to grabbed another then continued her routine.

Jason took his wife's hand and walked through the doors which were very creatively designed. He turned to look at pretty green mermaid lady. "You worry about them too much. I think they'll be fine...I wonder where Mackie is if they are going to honeymoon? Or Katt for that matter." said Jason as he walked further to look around. Music was blasting, everyone held a drink of some sort. The party was in a full swing, now to make sure no one spoiled it. As Jason recieved a kiss from Sara, he smiled. "Love the outfit darlin'"

Allayne loved the ambiance here. He saw a ravishing mermaid pass by, and knew it was Mr. Andrews' wife. He had just taken the job at the Institute as Algebra teacher, but didn't know too much about his employer. Best not to get too close to many people, he thought.

His mind went back to Niko in OKC and wondered how the young troubled mutant was doing these days. I miss my 'lil' mutant bro',

There were several people within. Food was laid out in a beautiful spread, while wine and drinks were flowing freely. Allayne thought of the nightclubs and how small they were in comparison to this place.

Remy would probably be getting into trouble right about now if he were here, Axe thought with a grin. It certainly was an expensive event. And it was leaning more towards a mutant crowd. It was the first time Allayne wasn't too worried about his powers giving him away. He relished the feeling!

Using the music playing as energy to fuel him, Allayne controlled a few soundwaves along with the photons riding within and created a 'strobe and laser' show around him that went along to the beat.

People are watching, his paranoia warned him. Let them! I'm among family tonight!

He was having fun with his power, and seemed more in control than ever. He was free. He was alive. He had earned his Rave title.

Eris placed on her black and white mask with a wide smirk as she watched people walk into the place. No one knew her here and she was glad of that. She ran a tanned hand through her brown hair and her odd blue and gold eyes shone bright through her mask and she quickly walked inside, her Black Swan ballerina dress bouncing around as she lightly stepped past the big doors. She swayed her way to the bar just in time for it to open. She drank a shot, enjoying the buzz. She turned to see a laser show around a single person. Tilting her head, she smirked and walked over on the dance floor. She began to dance around the person, smirking slightly as her gold eye flashed with a bright flame as the blue flashed with electricity. He's like me...Good. I don't feel bad for showing myself then... She thought to herself and kept dancing, letting the music fill her.

Riding a motorcycle in a distance, a young, good looking fella mused where to go next. The night had been filled with killing and blood baths, but yet, little Archard had yet to get fully satisfied. A night wasn't a night without a party.

Then, the masquerade ball slipped into his mind. I have time... he mused, before speeding away. Changing into a more..festive gear in a fast pace, Archard was soon enough, ready for the ball.



With his cane in his hand, the elegant man walked around the premises, scanning those with costumes. In this sort of ball, it was quite arduous to tell mutants and humans apart. But it was not a matter that worried that slim man. He'd destroy whomever he wished, mutant or human. No need to tell scum apart.

Archard, soon, gazed at the doors that laid in front of him. Stepping through them, he glanced around.

The first thing he did was swipe a glass and fill it with one of the finest wines that were being tossed around. With his cane in one hand, and the glass in the other, Archard using his 'Anarchy' mask, wondered how much time it would take until the night developed into something else. A party like this? Surely, some sort of revelation was to be done. Maybe the mayor had something in mind? Of that, Archard had no idea, but being how he was, he was not gonna believe such event had no other, bigger reason.

Leaning against a table, that was firmly nailed to the floor, Archard smirked behind the mask that was covering his features. Lots of ladies here tonight, he thought, but yet, no woman was able to catch his attention. There was way too much music, drinks and overall activities for him to focus solely on finding a broad.

Wonder if Eris is around, - NO! YOU SHALL FOCUS ON THIS NIGHT, AND NOT ON OTHER PEOPLE., Anarchy told him. Archard unknowingly nodded, and as usual, let his split personality order him around. One day, he'd get rid of Anarchy. One day...but now, he was gonna have fun!

Eris danced for a while before she saw someone walk in. Someone who sparked a sense of familiarity. The mask and the laughing skull tip cane stood out the most and she laughed. She danced her way towards the man and rested her elbows on the table. She stared at him with her odd eyes and smiled softly, putting her hand on his forehead, hopefully grabbing his attention. Archard...C'mon. Recognize me... She smirked as her blue eye sparked with electricity and the gold eye with a fiery flame. She raised her hand and ordered a glass of red wine. She got it and sipped it, the red matching her lips.

Archard kept glancing around, occasionally taking sips of his glass. Ah, how the night was young, and how the young ones had fun during that night. Archard always felt older than what he really was. Probably because, his childhood was never that great. He was forced to grow up too soon. Well, that wasn't too bad. He had his own place. A steady job. A great life if you will. Plus, he did have friends...

As he noticed a broad coming towards him, he hid his look of suspicion behind his mask. As she tipped his forehead, he hid a growl, ignoring her. Another bitc-...SHE IS NOT THAT!, Anarchy yelled at him, as his head pounded. He shut his eyes close, and took a deep breath. When he opened them, he smirked.

Those tattoos. Archard grabbed her arm after setting down the glass, and pulled Eris to him softly, grinning behind his mask, "There you are. For a moment, I thought I was all alone here. Have you seen Dragon around?" he asked, pressing his cane against the floor with his free hand.

Eris' bell like laugh emitted from her throat as her old friend pulled her to him. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned against the table. ''I'm always at the party before you.'' She winks laughing some more. ''No..I haven't actually. I haven't been here long. Just had a little dance and that's all.'' She looks at her arm in his hand and raised an eyebrow at him. ''Nice costume.'' She compliments with a smirk.

Archard let out a soft chuckle, before stopping abruptly. ''Bastard should be around.'' he said, before dropping his hand from Eris's arm, to her waist. ''Hey, you're not so bad yourself.'' he stated, and winked, however, behind the mask, Eris would be unable to see. His cane folded in half, and Archard sheathed it in a special leather heath in his back. "Shall we dance?" he asked, grinning.

Eris laughed lightly. ''That he should be.'' She looks around, her odd eyes tracing the detail in everyone's face trying to identify who's who. People didn't know her but she certainly knew them. Feeling Archard's hand on her waist, she rolls her eyes at his words. ''Of course i'm not. I'm beautiful and i know it.'' She winks teasingly, watching as he folds his cane. She takes his hand with a cheeky grin. ''We shall.'' She says softly before pulling on his arms, already swaying to the music as she begins to walk to the dancefloor.

In a flash, Rachel switched her outfit to something different. She didn't want anyone to recognize her. The last time she was invited to a ball, it turned out to be some sort of a sick plan to kidnap bunch of mutants, so they can be experimented upon. Well, this time she was going to be on alert. No one was going to touch Kyle. Not as long as she was present at the party. Even after she has gone, someone will look out for the poor kid, Rachel was certain. 

Scanning everyone present in a room, Rachel thought of how to grab someone's attention for a conversation or was someone going to show up and save this awkward moment, where everyone mingled among themselves. She wasn't sure. It was just a matter of time. Kyle was a quick learner, because he was already engaging in a conversation with someone.

Allayne was having a blast with his display! He had never had the confidence to let loose like this. But his passion got the better of him.

And it paid off actually! While people were mostly gawking, one lovely lady decided to use his light show as her personal spotlight. She danced around Allayne, Her ravishing brown hair bounced around her and her multi-colored eyes looked incredible behind the mask.

She danced a bit before moving over to someone she probably knew, and he quickly took in anything distinguishable. He noticed the cane and the skull handle, and made a mental note of it.

Axe made his way down to the bar section of the room and got a Chivas and seltzer on the rocks. He sat down and sipped his drink, listening to the music as it continued throughout the ballroom. In a perfect copy of Close Encounters of the Third Kind, he started putting color to each note in the song playing. He was bored and wished he'd seen someone he knew besides the Andrews. How forward it would be to just take up conversation with your employer mere days after accepting employment. Not that Allayne thought Jason or Mrs. Andrews were the snobbish type in any way!

Allayne noticed a lady with a young child nearby. While she looked nervous around people, the boy was already engaging in conversations with people. It kinda reminds me of Lil' Niko back in OKC., he thought with a smile. That was a youngster who had a good personality. He'd probably grow up to be a teacher or politician.

He moved over to where the lady was and went to introduce himself. "Hi, I'm Allayne Earheart.", he said while extending his hand. "I just wanted to say your kid has some charisma!"

Rémy was getting dressed in the back of the bar. He had dressed in a pitch black trenchcoat with red neon highlights on the creases. He had black, knee-high boots with red neon knee caps. He thought it would be fun to add a little crazy to his signature outfit. Unlike wearing his top hat, hee wore a fedora with neon red tape wrapped around. The reason it was red neon all around was because it matched his red eyes, which he sealed behind black shutter shades. As he put on his last boot and grabbed his staff, he walked out of the back. He noticed Jason and Sara conversing over at the side and he felt as if he shouldn't bother them. He laid back on the bar counter and took a sip from his bourbon that he was drinking earlier. It was a nice spot.

Natalie's Outfit:

The night was beautiful,and Natalie had no intention of not enjoying a night like this.She had heard about a Masquerade Party going on,and decided that it would be nice to pay a visit and see what was going on.Finding the appropriately inappropriate outfit wasn't difficult at all for her,since her wardrobe was full of them.She had everything she could possibly want,and knew she could have even more,if she only asked.Which she never did,because she liked to get it herself.And knowing there was probably something going on behind this whole Party,she was going to go and find out herself.

Getting dressed,she let her long wavy raven black hair flow down her back,before she grabbed her keys and got out of the AoE HQ.
Her motorcycle was parked just outside,shining in the darkness of the night.Natalie loved this.It made her feel more powerful,just lurking in the dark,knowing that you could do anything,without anyone know.But after all,that's the way she had grown up.Being raised to be a part of the Russian Mafia taught you many things,that always came out to be useful,when it came down to killing,or getting what you want.
Speeding up her motorcycle,she got lost in the night,heading off towards the Party that was awaiting her.

Her Motorcycle:

When she finally arrived,she parked her motorcycle just outside,and got off of it,getting a few whistles and sultry looks,which made her roll her eyes and just ignore them.Men were so lustful creatures,especially when it came down to pleasure,and beautiful women.Natalie was blessed with the looks,and gained the power,so she had everything a man could ever want,and that's why everyone was trying to come near her.But no one had achieved much,and she doubted that anyone would anytime soon.

After she got her ID checked,Nat made her way inside,and immediately feeling like home.People were dancing,other were drinking,and others were...occupied with something else,but all in all,everyone was having their fun,something that Natalie was extremely familiar with.After working as a dancer for a strip club,she had got used to this kind of fun.Everything was boring for her,since she was living the same thing day after day.
Sighing,she pushed her way through the crowd,bumping into a few people,before she made her way to the bar."Whiskey.No ice."
She then turned and looked at all those bodies dancing,not paying attention to what was going on around her.

Rachel gazed at the man who just approached her. "Good to know not everyone at this party is a zombie," she muttered under her breath as the man introduced himself as Allayne Earheart. Rachel knew that giving her real name, could prove deadly for her, her butler Stephen and the little bugger Kyle who now tagged along with her. "Oh...I am sorry," she said as if she just woke up, "My name is Amy...Amy Wood," she said, using her fake identity and whenever she did, she always changed her last name. In case someone attempted to come after her.

She thought about Neal and what he had said sometime earlier. Rachel was indeed a chameleon. Changing her appearance and name at the snap of a finger. When she heard Allayne say something about Kyle, she turned her full attention to him. "Well, he's not exactly--" but stopped before the words came out of her mouth. "Yes, he's a good kid, very social indeed." said Rachel, turning her attention to the boy. He was talking to some kids, whom Rachel assumed to be humans. Because their costumes were as lame as ones can get.

Dragon was at the entrance. He never came light, he was always armed. And he weapons tended to suit what he wore. He had four silenced, pure white and silver pistols in his jacket. Four p18 pistols. Two on either side. He liked being armed. Helpped a lot, so what, an army of mutants. But bullets always helped. He then had two Katana's, fold-able of course. Folded down to the lentgh of a pencil, just chunkier, they unfolded in 0.005 seconds. The grip was silver and white also. One in each trouser pocket. He smiled. Weapons, always help. He strolled to a dark corner. He caught himself in the mirror and chuckled at the mask....

He wore a full face mask, that only showed his eyes, on the mask a Dragon wound up the right side, the tail starting at the bottom of the right cheek, the head resting above the eye, one claw touched the eye. The Dragon was pure black, and the tail was spiked. It's mouth was open showing the teeth. The clothes Dragon wore were simple. He had a Black jacket, with dark green trim, he left it open which revealed a black collared shirt, buttons ofcourse. He despised polo shirts, too baggy. His trousers were also black, long reaching his black sneakers, which looked smart somehow, smart but obviously purposed.

....He spun and strolled towards somebody he knew, he made it painfully obvious it was him with the mask. He always had a Dragon symbol somewhere. He smiled under his mask. Then came over "Hello Chaos" He said as he hugged her.

Eris turned around just in time to see someone with a mask on. She stared curiously at the dragon and laughed as he hugged her. She instantly knew who it was. She always wondered about Archangel's obsession with dragons. ''Hello Arch..'' She whispers into his ear. Softly kissing his cheek, she pulls away and tilts her head. ''How'd you know it was me?'' She asks gently.