Post by darkness on Jun 20, 2007 9:23:47 GMT
(Magick and non magick characters are welcome. Particular characters that work best would be heroes and "princesses" (meaning the innocent type who can be taken advantage of) Nove is a villain. Read the profile... he's a villain. For evil... let's say he's been lying and blackmailing his way into very important circles, has a lot of money and has been staring at the city and thinking there is waaay too many people. So he's gotten his fans together and started a Charles Manson type of organization... cult... thing.)
Okay.
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Nove stared out the cold window of his pent house- a bribe he had been given from his latest modeling agency. He stood on a platform of dark marble that was twelve stainless-steel steps up from the main room. The entire wall was a window, tinted so he could see out, but unless he turned on a light, the world could not see him.
At the moment the lights were out on the platform, and Nove's face was frowning at the city. No, actually his face was smiling, beaming at everyone who looked at the billboard. Sparkling eyes were promising that if they bought that cologne then they would find their significant other- be that a one night stand or the love of their life- and be happy forever.
The real Nove watched the people below. So many lights... so many people. So many people who littered in his park, and polluted his air with their car exhausts and bad music. People who were so... ugly. Normally he loved the winter because the streets where white and everyone was dressed in layers. However, today he felt dissatisfied.
But he watched with a scotch glass, delicately held in his right hand, his left was in the pocket of his new white silk suit. Always athe model.
"The bartender still hasn't arrived," worried Rion Shieldcrest - an intern serving as personal slave to Nove- another gift from the agency. Rion- whose real name had been Ryan Crestly until Nove told him that name was never going to make it in the industry. Stood beside his mentor, strangling his hands.
"Relax," Nove instructed him in a calm, poised drawl. "Every civilized host knows how to serve his guests proper drinks. How many have come?"
The party was going on behind him. Warmth and light and human contact, all only a few feet away, yet he was not ready to step out onto that stage.
"Everyone came," Rion was delighted to say. "And i hear a few new people have come as well."
"New people." Nove sighed. He would rather have had the regulars. He wanted to discuss his plan and yet with new people it would be the beginning speach al over again. He downed the scotch and tossed the glass to Rion, who jumped to catch it.
Nove had no reason to announce his presence, it was announced for him when he touched the first step.
"Nove!" Cried Cherice, the leader of the fan club.
Nove smiled at her as a thank you, and looked to one of the new guests, a teenager who was obviously so overwhelmed at being there she as ready to cry. She was dressed in her best dress and shoes that must have been killing her.
On her chest was a pin with Nove's face on it. Smiling a charming smile and wishing the best for everyone. The girl also had on her mother's diamond jewelry and clutched a sign in her hands, she obviously had thought it would be like a red carpet, where she would be ignored, allowed only to jump around in the corner, crying out for just one second of attention.
The sign read :Hug please!!. Decorated in pink glitter. Nove 'Aww'ed at her and crossed the room to where she was standing, and gave her the hug she so desperately wanted. He laughed as she squeezed tighter and with a whisper of "oh my god," started to cry.
She slid back from him, though did not release his arms. It was obvious that she was excited.
"Oh my god, I... i never thought i'd be at a party at your house, i... i love you, i have soo many pictures. You basically wallpaper my room."
Nove smiled the smile of the girl's button and laughed, softly. "My dear, consider yourself the guest of honor. Come, i'll make you a drink."
Nove crossed to the bar and made the girl a virgin strawberry daiquiri. A drink she took, while looking to worship it. Obviously she felt all grown up, ignorant to the fact that Nove simply did not want to be in the newspaper the next day after the girl's parents called and yelled that the prince of the city had served their daughter alcohol. He stood chatting with the girl for a few moments, as he had done while making the drink- telling her what was in it and his style of mixing just so eventually she could tell her parents "wait... he didn't put any alcohol in my drink..."
He then thanked her for coming and said that he really needed to go and mingle with the other desks but, snapping his fingers to call Rion to him, added that his personal assistant would be personally seeing to any drink needs she had. After introducing the two and making sure that Rion knew the girl was under age, Nove turned his attention to the rest of the guests, seeking out the new faces while still catering to the needs of the regulars.
Though he had not much time to locate the new members before being pulled up the stairs again, this time resting his hands on the steel bars facing the room, for a speech. He smiled out at the sea of faces, waving to no one in particular.
"Thank you all for coming," he began. "It means so much to me. This party seems hardly enough to express that."
"No!" Cried a fan underling. "Nove, we would die for you, you're perfect!"
Nove blushed and chuckled. "I do not want you to die for me, Sierra." It was another trick he had learned. Remember the names of those who follow you, and they will follow you forever. Sierra smiled and giggled, as well did a few of the long term members.
Nove did not want them too die! He wanted them to help him get rid of the evil that consumed the world. Nove smiled and he himself gave a light laugh. Now would have been the time for him to tell them all it was time to begin, and which group would be handling each area. The idea was to make it look like there was a serial killer on the lose. As every team had been instructed in how to kill their target and what to take from them.
"I hope you all have a pleasant evening," Nove continued. "The bar is open so i don't want to see people leaving any money here. You are my guests. Enjoy yourselves. To our new guests, i hope to get to meet each of you this evening."
The speech over, Nove re- entered the party. One of the new guests in particular caught his eye. This guest was not someone most would expect to see at a fan club party for the latest heart throb.
Okay.
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Nove stared out the cold window of his pent house- a bribe he had been given from his latest modeling agency. He stood on a platform of dark marble that was twelve stainless-steel steps up from the main room. The entire wall was a window, tinted so he could see out, but unless he turned on a light, the world could not see him.
At the moment the lights were out on the platform, and Nove's face was frowning at the city. No, actually his face was smiling, beaming at everyone who looked at the billboard. Sparkling eyes were promising that if they bought that cologne then they would find their significant other- be that a one night stand or the love of their life- and be happy forever.
The real Nove watched the people below. So many lights... so many people. So many people who littered in his park, and polluted his air with their car exhausts and bad music. People who were so... ugly. Normally he loved the winter because the streets where white and everyone was dressed in layers. However, today he felt dissatisfied.
But he watched with a scotch glass, delicately held in his right hand, his left was in the pocket of his new white silk suit. Always athe model.
"The bartender still hasn't arrived," worried Rion Shieldcrest - an intern serving as personal slave to Nove- another gift from the agency. Rion- whose real name had been Ryan Crestly until Nove told him that name was never going to make it in the industry. Stood beside his mentor, strangling his hands.
"Relax," Nove instructed him in a calm, poised drawl. "Every civilized host knows how to serve his guests proper drinks. How many have come?"
The party was going on behind him. Warmth and light and human contact, all only a few feet away, yet he was not ready to step out onto that stage.
"Everyone came," Rion was delighted to say. "And i hear a few new people have come as well."
"New people." Nove sighed. He would rather have had the regulars. He wanted to discuss his plan and yet with new people it would be the beginning speach al over again. He downed the scotch and tossed the glass to Rion, who jumped to catch it.
Nove had no reason to announce his presence, it was announced for him when he touched the first step.
"Nove!" Cried Cherice, the leader of the fan club.
Nove smiled at her as a thank you, and looked to one of the new guests, a teenager who was obviously so overwhelmed at being there she as ready to cry. She was dressed in her best dress and shoes that must have been killing her.
On her chest was a pin with Nove's face on it. Smiling a charming smile and wishing the best for everyone. The girl also had on her mother's diamond jewelry and clutched a sign in her hands, she obviously had thought it would be like a red carpet, where she would be ignored, allowed only to jump around in the corner, crying out for just one second of attention.
The sign read :Hug please!!. Decorated in pink glitter. Nove 'Aww'ed at her and crossed the room to where she was standing, and gave her the hug she so desperately wanted. He laughed as she squeezed tighter and with a whisper of "oh my god," started to cry.
She slid back from him, though did not release his arms. It was obvious that she was excited.
"Oh my god, I... i never thought i'd be at a party at your house, i... i love you, i have soo many pictures. You basically wallpaper my room."
Nove smiled the smile of the girl's button and laughed, softly. "My dear, consider yourself the guest of honor. Come, i'll make you a drink."
Nove crossed to the bar and made the girl a virgin strawberry daiquiri. A drink she took, while looking to worship it. Obviously she felt all grown up, ignorant to the fact that Nove simply did not want to be in the newspaper the next day after the girl's parents called and yelled that the prince of the city had served their daughter alcohol. He stood chatting with the girl for a few moments, as he had done while making the drink- telling her what was in it and his style of mixing just so eventually she could tell her parents "wait... he didn't put any alcohol in my drink..."
He then thanked her for coming and said that he really needed to go and mingle with the other desks but, snapping his fingers to call Rion to him, added that his personal assistant would be personally seeing to any drink needs she had. After introducing the two and making sure that Rion knew the girl was under age, Nove turned his attention to the rest of the guests, seeking out the new faces while still catering to the needs of the regulars.
Though he had not much time to locate the new members before being pulled up the stairs again, this time resting his hands on the steel bars facing the room, for a speech. He smiled out at the sea of faces, waving to no one in particular.
"Thank you all for coming," he began. "It means so much to me. This party seems hardly enough to express that."
"No!" Cried a fan underling. "Nove, we would die for you, you're perfect!"
Nove blushed and chuckled. "I do not want you to die for me, Sierra." It was another trick he had learned. Remember the names of those who follow you, and they will follow you forever. Sierra smiled and giggled, as well did a few of the long term members.
Nove did not want them too die! He wanted them to help him get rid of the evil that consumed the world. Nove smiled and he himself gave a light laugh. Now would have been the time for him to tell them all it was time to begin, and which group would be handling each area. The idea was to make it look like there was a serial killer on the lose. As every team had been instructed in how to kill their target and what to take from them.
"I hope you all have a pleasant evening," Nove continued. "The bar is open so i don't want to see people leaving any money here. You are my guests. Enjoy yourselves. To our new guests, i hope to get to meet each of you this evening."
The speech over, Nove re- entered the party. One of the new guests in particular caught his eye. This guest was not someone most would expect to see at a fan club party for the latest heart throb.