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[MissCapnCrunch]

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As the dark clouds swarmed over the sky of the DelToro estates, a pale, round face could barely be seen from the upstairs window. Analise pressed her fingers soft finger tips up to the window pane, as her stormy as the sky green eyes watched the six limos leave to go pick up their guests for the evening. Excusing herself, she untied her red silk robe and let it fall to the hard wood floor, revealing her black lace undergarments. Opening her wardrobe her fingers searched slowly, until she picked out a black cocktail dress. A smile formed on her pink lips, as she slipped it on, it fit just right, and made her feel very beautiful, if only for a moment. Her bare feet made their way to the bathroom as she continued getting ready. Placing her long brown hair into a high bun, she proceeded to put on her makeup. Leaving the bathroom she turned to the intercom, and pressed her finger delicately against the call button, "Attention staff, dinner should be served in an hour, or until the last guests arrive. Eric, please direct the guests to the foyer until I come down." She pulled away before returning, her now brightly painted red lips close to the speaker, "Thank you everyone." Ana sat down quickly on her bed behind her as a sigh escaped her lips. Her bare thighs touched ever so slightly as she threw herself back on the bed letting her bones rest, if only for a few minutes. Tonight would be a night she would never forget.

Of course she had attended these affairs every year as a child, but tonight would be the night she hosted it. Her mind drifted off to her times of being a child, she looked like a doll all dressed up in her best, making sure not to get messy outside before the time of the dinners would come. She’d smile and sit across the long dining table from her father, three guests on either side of them. The most delectable food would be served, and Ana would eat and eat till her little tummy could barely make a budge. There, her father would start the games; Eric's father would come out and cover the expensive wallpaper, decorations and light fixtures in plastic wrap, and her father would stand and start off by saying the first guest’s name, promptly followed by, "Would you rather ele-"

Just then, a boom of thunder struck through the sky, Analise startled tilted her head resting her eyes on the time of the grand father clock. "I suppose it is that time." She declared, convincing herself to rise up. Getting on her two feet she peeked at herself in the mirror and began fixing her dress upon her body. Like clockwork she then slipped into a pair of black heels as she made her way through the estate.

Six limousines pulled out of the driveway of DelToro estates on that cold, rainy evening. Each going their different ways as they traveled to the location of each and every single dinner guest. For some, the limousine attracts the eye of your nosy neighbor as they come straight to your home, for others they have came to the town home given to you for the last few days generously by Analise DelToro herself. No matter the case, a well dressed man appears at your door, holding an umbrella out as he rings the doorbell once, and announces, "DelToro Enterprises."

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1 Antwon Gerard
2 Ronald "Ronnie" Greene
3 Jim Estebez
4 Matthew Lagerous
5 Angel Stone
6 Leila Michaels

X¹ Eric Cooper
X² Analise DelToro

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[SomeoneSomewere]

Eric, much like Analise, was also preparing for the dinner tonight. A smirk formed on his face at the thought of the dinner. It was always the most interesting, especially when he was able to contribute to the game. Broad fingers ran over the suit he laid out, then the ever present holster for his gun. At one of these dinners, he was never found with out one. He took light steps around his room, looking up at the cloudy sky. It was a fine day for this. Another smirk played at his lips as he turned back to his bed. At the moment, the only clothes he was wearing were his boxers, but that had a easy fix.

He first began with the shirt, slipping the soft fabric over his skin, adjusting it around his broad shoulders. He buttoned it up with precise movements, adjusting it. Next came the pants, sliding them on quickly and buttoning them as well. Then he grabbed his holster and slid that onto his body, tightening and loosening when needed. The marvelous thing was that his coat would hide his gun from view. He the grabbed his gun and double checked that it was louded, sliding it into place. He grabbed his black tie, wrapping it around his thick neck. In no time, it was tied and his shirt collar was pulled down over it. He pulled his black coat from his bed, sliding that on and buttoning it. It was then that Abalise's voice came over the intercom and he nodded slightly, pulling on his socks then shoes, tying his shoes tightly.

He then left his room, making his way to the front door. His footsteps seemed to echo through the hallway as he walked, no expression on his face now. One he reached the front door he stood to the side, grasping his right wrist with his left hand. He watched the door, waiting quietly for the first guest to arrive. He felt that this was going to be a fun dinner party.

[alissa0789]

Angel looked out her window, her copper red eyes glancing frighteningly at the lightning bolt that light up the sky. These days the people that her eyes met were afraid of her instead of being happy because they had seen her on Broadway and she had done a fantastic job. They called her eyes the eyes of a demon, a legend people had heard in books. But they had them in the factual section as well which made her nervous. Was she really capable of fighting someone to the death? Or was it that they had just read the inscriptions wrong? She wasn't sure but she didn't like the idea of being a skilled fighter even though she wasn't one. But she had seen that side one day, when her mother had been attacked by a thug. Luckily there had been someone to pull her off of him but if they hadn't..... that thug would have been long gone. And she knew what happened at these parties, or at least heard the rumors. She was not going to let anything stand in the way of HER money, no way no how. Not even the guard could stop her, unless he had a weapon..... then that would be different.

She was dressed in her finest clothes, the one she had been seen in many times before at very special occasions. Her her flame red hair was pulled into a side pony tail while gloves covered her long pointed fingernails that could claw out anyone's eyes..... very easily. Her skirt was short but was pulled down by her connectors that were attached to her long fancy tights. She heard the door bell ring, knowing who it was instantly. She rushed over to her mother's bed and kissed her pale cheek. Her mother's eyes opened, looking very clouded and Angel knew it was almost her time to..... Pass on into the next world. Tears streamed down her face but she quickly wiped them away so they wouldn't pull down her long, mascara covered eyelashes.

"Momma I love you, never forget that. I'll be gone for a while but I promise you that when I come back, you and me will have the whole world in the palm of our hands. I.... I love you." She said kissing her cheek again before rushing to the door. She flung it open, seeing the man that was going to take her to the Estate. "Alright, I'm ready." She said following him to the car and getting in the very back. She could tell from the way he looked at her that he had read the legends, and that he was scared. But she didn't care right now, all she could think about was how she was going to win for her mother. And if fear is what she needed to win, then so be it!

She knew it'd be a very long ride to the Estate but she didn't mind, just gave her time to think of a game plan. And with that smirk on her face, anyone could tell that she could taste victory now.

[ShoggothJr]

Somewhere in New York's suburbs the sun's dim light gazed gently on an apartment window. There was also a man inside the building's dark interior looking at it, watching as drops of rain traveled downwards on the thin glass, some fast and some slow. Jim had both arms folded, and he was lost in thought. The letter he had recieved yesterday had him concerned. He had never heard of DelToro Enterprises before, and it was unlikely to think that a company would randomly be willing to start a business relationship with him. He had of course deduced that was the intention of the letter, being vague as it was. The other option was someone just giving money out of... kindness maybe? He remembered reading something about "chains of favors". People would recieve a favor from a stranger in exchange of returning two favors to two other strangers who needed it. It was fun to think that some millionaire guy was about help him. But that was just fantasy. However the letter mentioned something about a contest. He thought that it probably refered to some kind of presentation of various projets, struggling to get the investors' support.

Jim was wearing what he always wore. A black stylish jacket, society's default blue jeans and pair of old blue shoes. Since he thought this would be a business meeting he had also had his hair cut that afternoon and bought perfume just for the occasion. He turned around, unfolding his arms and pressing his left hand to the window feeling it's cold touch, looking at his dark, dirty and, well... sorry-ass bachelor's apartment. He was still alive just because of the money his parents gave him, but that was as far as his wallet filled. I really need that money - he thought.

The only place not engulfed by darkness was taken by a wooden stool and one of those designer desks: Big, white, inclined towards the stool, covered in a glass that made it hard to get dirty by pencils and such and with a small indentation on the side closest to the stool so tools didn't fall from it. On the top of the desk was lying a plain white sheet. Jim walked slowly towards the desk, enjoying the sound of his footsteps. He then pressed both hands at both edges of the desk, looking directly at the sheet. If he was going to a business meeting he needed to show off his product. He thought that he needed to make a few drawings so he could show them to the businessmen, making it more likely for them to decide to invest on his cartoon "The Psycopath Chinchilla". However he had previously sat down and, even though he tried, he wasn't able to draw a single line. He was too anxious about the dinner, and he ended up staring into the sheet, thinking about nothing, just feeling his heart's beats.

That wasn't, however, much of a concern. He had previously prepared a portfolio full of drawings and plots of likeable episodes. He didn't actually know it, but the whole actual point of drawing something at the moment was to have something to do as he waited. According to the letter the limousine would be arriving around that time. I can't mess this up. This could be my last chance. He grabbed a pencil that rested on the desk's indentation and prepared himself to start a drawing as he moved his pencil towards the sheet, as he had done many times before.

BZZZZZ .."DelToro Enterprises"

The bell rang and Jim quickly put his pencil down. He started to walk quickly, going through his 40m² apartment in a few steps. Without hesitation he grabbed the handle and opened the door, light from the hallway pouring into his apartment and revealing a bag of Cheetos lying on the floor close to the door. He quickly pushed it aside with his foot and looked at the man that stood in front of him. Jim adjusted his glasses so he could clearly see the man, and with a nervous tone of voice he asked "Yes?"

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Once again, Jim stared at drops of rain going down a window, only this time it wasn't his apartment's. He had never been in a limousine before, and his heart raced as he tightly pressed his portfolio to his thighs with both hands. Not because of being in a luxury black limo, but because of what it meant. This is actually happening. This is pretty serious. He was actually being taken to a dinner that would probably change his life. He though about his cartoon and how he would present it. However it was a kid's show, so there was no way to avoid feeling silly as he imagined himsalf explaining to a group of old men in black suits that the psychopath chinchilla's worst enemy was the angry burrito. I'm going to make a fool out of myself. He shook his head to get rid of negative thoughts, and he actually started paying attention to what was outside the limo's window to think about anything else. Things would flow naturally once the dinner started.

Soon he arrived to DelToro's state. He stared at the well kept plants and big mansion as the limo smoothly arrived at the front door. The chauffeur proceeded to leave the limo and walk around it to open Jim's door. He stood and left the car and inmediately the driver took an umbrella out, protecting Jim from the rain. "This way please" The driver gestured with his hand to the front door, where a man with a black coat stood. Jim walked towards the main door, and therefore, the man.

[Gales3934]

Antwon knew that tonight was going to be different from all the parties he has gone to during his years in college. This wasn't a 'get-drunk-as-crap-party', it was fancy. He even had to go out and buy the cheapest suit he could find, although it did seem fashinable on him. He was doing this for his sister whom he had lost contact with a year after she left. She gave him a false adress after she moved from the last adress. Then she changed her phone number and started to ignore the calls her friends got from Antwon when he was looking for her. His job had been to take care of her but she decided to leave him alone in Texas with no way to find her. It was truly a shock for Antwon when he heard that she had cancer. He thought she would be healthy forever like their parents were untill the accident. Now he was left with having to help pay for her medical bills after her boyfriend ran off.
Antwon and his sister couldn't keep paying for the expensive chemo which was helping treat her, but they had no choice. She would die without the chemo in a matter of months. Worse than that, Antwon would have failed to save his sister from something that wasn't inevitable. In his heart, Antwon knew that this night would not be normal. You don't just gather a bunch of people in your mansion and decide who gets the money to pay for their problems. There would obviously be a catch to it but if it means that Mary got to live, then Antwon was willing to do anything. He even left Texas a few days earlier and shacked up in a hotel in New York just so he can be ready. Looking the the mirror, Antwon noticed the dark blue tie of his suit was wrong. He unbuttoned the dark red suit jacket and placed on the bed.
Antwon's white ruffle shirt was one which his dad had worn before and was a perfect fit for Antwon. He was even wearing his dad's lucky belt which was black and gold colored leather belt. Antwon looked in the mirror and saw his father, eveyone he knew always said he looked like his father when he was young. Antwon believed all that they said about him being like his father, except for his eyes which were apparently his mother's. Everyone said that Mary, or Maria as Antwon's parents called his sister, didn't look like either of them. That didn't change the way Antwon felt about his sister, it just meant that the random selection of phenotypes for his sister didn't show any of his parents traits. Antwon was ready for this to be done with though, his sister had texted him early in the day that she was still in pain. Now Antwon would have to do anything to get him sister back to peak health.
The limo that would take him to the estate pulled up to the hotel as Antwon put on his jacket and started to go down. Waiting in the lobby was the driver who led him to the luxury limo which was most likely going to be the only time Antwon was going to be near one. "So, do you know what is going to go on in there?" Antwon asked the limo driver kindly hopping to recive some sort of information from the man before he went there. The driver didn't respond and just rolled up the diveder between them started to drive off towards the estate. Now Antwon was going to have to make up a plan on the fly, no way he could actually doing anything crazy to get the money but he had to be sure.

[Raddum]

Matthew Langerous was a very uncertain soul. He didn't understand exactly why he had been invited. He had no real issues, and no good use for money. The invitation seemed disturbingly more personal in his opinion. But, he'd shrug off that feeling, giving he was flown in and given given a temporally living quarters... Although it seemed like an oddly fated encounter, Matthew wasn't scared. If anything, he was curious. Who was this person, really? He couldn't shake off the feeling something was terribly wrong... But it only made him strive to go and see it for himself more. He wore his usual outfit, not too fancy, not exactly shabby. The left pocket of his jeans had a notepad inside, along with a pen. He wanted to write down how this people behaved in such a situation... He had been doing such research for years on end, he had no reason not to. It passed the time, and furthered him in knowledge. For this? He felt his mentality was an advantage.

He sat down on his couch and yawned, wondering how long his transportation would be. He tapped his dress shoes on the ground to pass the time, although he felt as if time wouldn't pass faster because of it. He sighed. He needed to consider every piece of information. These other people had reasons, unlike him... Would he be teamed against because of that? He didn't like that idea. Maybe he'd find somebody and stick with them, less likely to be teased while in numbers... Of course, nobody else knew his reasons. They didn't know he had not a single reason to need that money. It'd work out, he hoped. As he heard a knock on the door. "Just a second." He called in his usually calm manner, standing up and adjusting his vest to be strait. He was more of a gentleman than some.

"Better get going..." He muttered, walking towards the door. What to expect? Feel? He felt emotions going through his body. He was curious, and past his polite and knowledgeable mask, scared. He wasn't in it to win it. He wanted to observe those who he would be 'against'. Or to him, studying... Uneasy people make for simple ones. Matthew's calm personality was perfect for a night like this... If only he knew that tonight would probably be one that gave him a very curious adventure....

He opened the door and noted the man, the lightning flashing behind him. That was kind of cool, in Matthew's opinion. "Apologies for taking so long... Eh... Shall we?" He asked, before being led to the back of the limo and let inside. He hadn't expected this... He was just a librarian from Quebec. What ended up getting him here...?

[SomeoneSomewere]

Eric's gaze landed on Jim as he approached the door, a still emotionless expression on his own face. He said as he drew near," welcome to the DelToro Estastes. Before dinner is served we will be meeting in the foyer." He turned around on his right heel, opening the door and stepping inside. He held open the door for him, studying him for a minute. The portfolio in his hands made it look like that he expected a buisness meeting. He was going to get a nasty surprise. Once he was inside he said," follow me." With measured strides, he made his way to the foyer, not looking back to see if the man was following. He stopped at the door to the foyer and said," please sit and make yourself comfortable, and I would ask that you remain here and do not wander." With that, he turned and walked back to the door, not waiting for an answer, nor answering any questions if he happened to ask any.

[TabbiTheCat]

Leila called in sick for work today. She would miss this mysterious party if she didn't. She stood in front of her full length mirror, and blow dried her long hair, straight. She coated it with hairspray, so it would stay that way the entire night. She walked to her bed and picked up a simple blue dress. It was perfect for her because if she wore jewelry and heels, it was dressy. If she wore sneakers and a hat with it, then it was casual. But of course, she wouldn't wear sneakers tonight. Not if she wanted to get that money. She slipped the dress over her head, and zipped up the side. She fastened a silver chain around her neck, and put in her matching earrings. She stepped into her stiletto shoes, and glanced over her outfit again.

Something about tonight was still bothering her though. She's never heard of the name DelToro, so she couldn't understand how they heard about her. She was grateful of course, but concerned. No one just gives away money to total strangers, at least not without a price to pay. She sat on the arm of her couch in her studio apartment, and debated what it would be like. She shook her head slightly. No need to think about it. You'll find out soon enough. She opened her laptop and plugged in the cord to her video camera. If she was gone, she should at least download footage she shot over the last week, onto her computer.

Her head snapped up and looked over at the window, when the lightning flashed. A few seconds later, her intercom buzzed, "DelToro Enterprises." She grabbed her purse and made her way outside. She paused at the door, long enough to make sure that it wasn't raining. She smiled politely at the person who came to pick her up in the limo, and she sat down in the back seat. She stared out the tinted window, as they drove to the DelToro Estate.

[Dubwarlock]

Along the "Upper Middle-Class" Apartments of New York, Ronnie Greene was scrambling about his bedroom, attempting to picture what sort of suit or formal wear would look best on him. While he kept his furniture organized, floor cleared, and clothes in some hamper for later cleaning, Ronnie still considered himself a disheveled sort. Excluding prom from years back, Ronnie has never needed to dress formally. Business, to him, was repairing the many issues within the building he lives in. That's actually the main reason he is able to keep an apartment: taking care of electrical problems, from the elevators to appliances. While this wasn't the most social career, Ronnie has had the chance to meet many neighbors, both pleasing and unsavory. It's because of these many experiences that he is able to accept the perspectives on life that other cultures have to offer. God bless New York, he would think.

Ronnie sat on the edge of his bed and his arm extended to the nightstand beside him, grasping a brush to fix his hair. There's a reason many people called him Shaggy in High School, and it wasn't because he ate Scooby Snacks or had a big, brown dachshund. Setting the brush back where he found it, his hands take a hold of his knees and a long breath is exhaled, hoping to calm himself. He threw the letter away already, but he's sure that he memorized the time when the limousine would be picking him up. Standing slowly, he approaches his mirror and examines himself one last time, starting from his feet. Used, black dress shoes that could have used a polish; charcoal pants with a near-indistinguishable, microscopic box pattern with a matching dress coat; a simple white, long-sleeved button-up shirt accented with a navy tie. Ronnie grasps the front of his coat as if in some business manner he has observed several neighbors do.

Just as Ronnie nods in approval, light rapid knocks rap on his door, followed by, "DelToro Enterprises!". He exhales again and strolls quickly to the door, and though he knew who was most likely behind it, Ronnie peeked through the spy glass set in the door before opening it just wide enough to allow himself through. A suited man with a closed umbrella held to his side greets Ronnie, asking him to follow with a gesture. "Of course," Ronnie replies, closing the door behind himself and following the other man. He is led to the first floor and to the limousine parked beneath the covered walkway, where the same man now waits with an open door. Stepping in and allowing himself to be locked in, he waits out the ride.

Fortunately, the ride wasn't very long. It seems the chauffeur avoided every major intersection so that they wouldn't have to be stuck in any afternoon traffic. As they arrive at the DelToro mansion, Ronnie's eyes scanned everything he could see. Everything was well-looked after and the mansion seemed somewhat inviting, if it wasn't for the foreboding atmosphere of the rainy weather in the background. He only shrugs it off and his door is opened once again by the chauffeur, this time holding up an umbrella. Escaping the limousine, Ronnie takes his first steps to the front door where he notices other limousines pulled up before his and making their way out. A man seems to have been appointed at the front door and Ronnie approaches him with a nervous smile.

[alissa0789]

As Angel saw the mansion she looked as if a train had just hit a kitten. She wondered if the woman who lived here had anyone else living with her or if she was alone. She saw other limo's pulling up, the smile returning to her face. 'Your all going down..... for my momma.' She thought to herself, her red eyes seeming to glow with a sort of aura that wasn't typically normal.... But every time she thought about death, it seemed to happen. But that's what the book said would happen.... A lot of things happened that the book said, but were NOT good things.... Period. She was let out of the car, walking up the front steps and looking at the guard. "Hello sir.... I hope you have a nice evening.... And pray you don't sit next to me." She said before walking into the room. She then followed her own way to the foyer, plopping down in a seat and looking at the man with a portfolio. He REALLY didn't have any idea of what was going to happen! "You know this isn't for business right? some of us WILL die I suspect..... Just pray I won't be killing you..... No, I won't be the one to kill you. The host probably will. But that's only a speculation so for now you can rest easy." She said getting up and crossing her way over to him and holding out her hand for him to shake. "The names Angel, It's very nice to meet you." She said with a smile that seemed as nice as she was. But she knew what she had just said would now affect everything that he did. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to be the one to kill him. He seemed to innocent for her to do that. And she NEVER killed the innocent.... But would she have to do that for her mother's memory? ..... She would, if she was forced to. And all the while she was thinking this her happy smile never wavered for a second.