Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

The lone man turned and looked sideways at Alice, the solid black mask leering at her as he did so. He remained silent for a brief moment, thinking to himself as he sized up Alice with unseen eyes.

Hmm?...So this is the one? Alice Lynch? Enduro's latest little obsession.

"Yes of course," he said in a friendly tone,"have a seat."
He patted the leather-capped stool to his left tentatively with a bare hand.
He gave Alice time to seat herself before speaking again,"So your Dalton's 'friend of a friend', eh?" He mused. "And what is your name, miss?"

Across the room in the seating area, Dalton and Aleera stood huddled close together in a corner, their eyes peering over Thomas and Alice sitting together at the bar.
Dalton looked Aleera in her masked face,"Your sure he's here?"

"Yes," Aleera said, her low voice creeping near to a hiss,"I know he is. I can practically smell that snake."

Dalton exhaled through his nose,"Your sure we need her?" He asked.
"Yes," Aleera retorted,"she's the bait. All we have to do is have her remove her mask when she's on the dance floor. He'll spot her for sure, he'll recognize her, he won't be able to resist. He'll try to get her alone, and that's when we attack, away from the eyes of mortals."

~Nyte Bloods~

Aleera chuckled and said,"Very well, Alice, it's a pleasure, it truly is."

"How rehearsed." Dalton snorted.

"Oh, shush it." Aleera retorted.
She then looked to Alice and spoke,"So, Alice, we are at a ball after all. Why don't you have a dance? Some wine perhaps? Or we could all sit and get better acquainted?"

"Uh-actually..."Dalton intruded,"I have something important to speak with you about, Aleera. Privately. Remember?"

"Oh, of course!" Aleera started, her low voice hitting a slightly higher pitch.
"Excuse us please,"Dalton said to Alice,"it'll only be a minute. Why don't you have a seat over at one of the far tables? We'll join you in a few minutes."

"Actually," Aleera interjected,"why don't you go meet our third party, Thomas Linder? He's that gentleman over there, in the skull mask." She pointed over to the bar, where sat the man in the black tuxedo with the black grinning skull mask. He sat alone on the far right end, a full glass of champagne before him.
"Don't be put off by the costume, he's quite a fellow," Aleera said,"go tell him your with us. He knows we were expecting Dalton to bring a fourth into our group."

"We'll find the two of you," Dalton said,"by the time you two have introduced yourselves, we should be finished talking and we'll join you."

~Nyte Bloods~

"Ah, I see," the darkly garbed woman replied,"well, it's nice to make your acquaintance dear. My name is Aleera Beaumorte', what is your name?"

Dalton looked around to Alice, eyes piercing behind his white mask.

Aleera stood patiently, black gloved hands clasped before her as she waited for a response from Alice.

"Yeah, what is your name?" Dalton repeated the question.

Aleera looked to Dalton, her expression hidden by her white mask.
"You don't know her name even?" Aleera asked.

"No," Dalton replied, looking to Aleera,"she hasn't really told me honestly."

Aleera tsked-tsked behind her mask,"Asking a woman to a ball and not even knowing her name. You surprise me Dalton." She joked.

"It's hard to know her when she won't give me a straight answer." Dalton replied indignantly before looking back to Alice, his arm squeezing hers tighter than earlier.
"Really now?" Aleera asked looking back to Alice rather slowly,"and why is that, dear? Come now! Your among friends here, don't be coy. Tell us your name."

~Nyte Bloods~

"It's no problem at all, doll face, no problem at all." He said with a smile.

He squeezed Alice's arm and began to step forward when he heard his name called. He looked off to the left to see a woman in black emerge from within a group of partygoers huddled near the seating area. She wore a solid black dress with white lace trim and a white mask with a smiling face and red tinted cheeks. The woman's hair was snowy white and hung freely past her shoulders down to the middle of her back. She was of average size, slender, and walked with unmatched elegance.

She approached Alice and Dalton in a casual demeanor. As she closed in she looked to Dalton first, saying,"Glad to see you here."
To which Dalton responded saying,"Likewise, Aleera."

The mysterious, white haired woman then looked around slowly to Alice, her voice low and oddly soothing as she spoke,"And who might you be? Are you a new lady friend of Dalton here?" She smirked coyly yet unseen behind her shrouding mask.

~Nyte Bloods~

"'Exquisite'," Dalton repeated,"whatever you say." Dalton said, grinning from behind his mask.

Ding.

The elevator double doors came sliding open, slowly but smoothly.

The ball room was a site to be held. The ceiling was a good forty feet high, from the golden ceiling tiles hung chandeliers of thousands of pure crystals.
Columns of spiraling ornament and classical and impressionist art pieces lines the walls, paintings and statues of great diversity. Candle holders of bronze lines the walls, lit with fresh green candles ablaze with golden flame.

To the far right was an oak wood bar about twenty feet long, spanned with leather topped stools. The shelves and counter behind the bar was lined with an assortment of wines, champagnes, and hard liquors of expensive brands.
To the far left was an arrangement of tables and booths in a carpeted area, far across the ball room was the dance floor, hardwood and shining under the lights above, and just past it was a grand balcony that looked down on New York from thousands of feet high, a truly majestic sight.



The ball room itself was filled with people of costumes of all variety. One man wore a blue suit with a smiling monkey mask, another wore a black tuxedo with a dreadful black skull mask. A woman in red wore a red traditional masquerade mask with a smiling face, another wore a white dress and wide-brimmed hat with a golden cat-like mask. Waiters scurried about with trays of alcohol and orderves from back in the kitchen, while patrons waltzed on the dance floor to the gentle melody of the band nearby.

"Tickets." A voice commanded as a man in a black "STAFF" shirt with khaki colored slacks stepped from the right, his hand extended outward to take their tickets.

Dalton handed his ticket to the man, who then turned to Alice for hers.

~Nyte Bloods~

"Hmph", Dalton smiled crookedly,"funny, I guess."

He then raised the mask from his hand to his face, placing it firmly and slipping the thin black strap comfortably around his skull.
It was nothing fancy, a simple white mask that covered his eyes, forehead, cheekbones, and nose, leaving only his lower cheeks, mouth, and chin exposed.
The eyes of the mask were aligned straight across, giving the mask a "face of neutrality".

Dalton handed Alice her ticket and ushered her inside of the grand penthouse.

The lobby was grand, with caramel brown floor tiles, crystal chandeliers, and eloquently decorative pillars and columns that supported the thirty foot ceiling. There was a fire place on the far side, ablaze with yellow flame, and brown oak furniture placed throughout the lobby.

Dalton lead Alice to the large elevator across from the lobby.
After they had entered, Dalton pressed the twentieth floor button, which was the ball room of the lavish building.
The elevator cruised upward at a smooth speed, shadows and lights of the floors they passed brushed along the bottom of the elevator door.

As the elevator raced upward, Dalton looked around to Alice with a narrow smile,"I hope you don't mind, but I invited some 'friends' of mine tonight also. They're both up at the ball already. I'll introduce you to them when we get there."

THE OUTCAST 💀 (1x1) (18+ ONLY) (Female Partner Required)

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Word association Game!

Saddening

THE OUTCAST 💀 (1x1) (18+ ONLY) (Female Partner Required)

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When a young woman breaks down on a country road, she immediately finds herself being stalked and pursued by a mysterious stranger. She escapes to a nearby farm and seeks help from it's owners, an elderly farmer and his wife. The farmer agrees to let her stay with them and retrieves her car, promising to have it fixed for her in two or three days.

That night, the farmer and his wife explain to the woman that the figure that was chasing her was a man named Herman Lawson, a local hermit that lived in the surrounding woods. After a horrible accident at a young age that left Herman horribly deformed, he fled into the woods and has lived there for decades, away from the disgusted and shunning eyes of the locals.

The farmer tells her she has nothing to worry about. Herman was likely just being protective of his "territory" and wouldn't bother her any further.

But this proves untrue, as the young woman finds herself repeatedly stalked and harassed around the farm by the outcast during her stay, to which the farmer and his wife deny, claiming that Herman had never bothered anyone before, nor had he ever set foot on their farm.

It soon becomes clear that something far sinister is afoot, and not all that is said is true. This unfortunate young woman soon finds that she is alone in what soon unfolds to be a darker truth than revealed, and she is the only one she can trust.

MY PARTNER AND ABOUT ME:

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So, as you may have deduced from reading above, my partner will role as our female protagonist. A young woman passing through a countryside community until she breaks down and finds herself pursued by a local reclusive lunatic for whatever reason. After being taken in by a local elderly couple who promise to help fix her car and see her on her way, this young woman soon discovers that nothing is what it seems, and in the end there is no one she can trust but herself.

Instead of spoilering the plot further, allow me to list a little about myself and my RP tendencies and style below, as well as my expectations in my partner-to-be.

PLEASE ENSURE THAT YOU THOROUGHLY READ EVERYTHING BELOW.

•I write from mid-casual to low-advanced, and expect the same from my partner.

•I post on average 1-3 times throughout the day usually everyday.

•I expect proper grammar and proper use of punctuation from my partner. I refuse to RP with anyone who cannot seem to use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. (I am very hard line on this.) (No "Yeah, that's the coolest of ever stuff,!" Just no.)

•No smut or XXX material at all, including rape or molestation, none of that from me.

•I DO NOT RP via PM, chat windows, or email. I strictly RP in the forums.

•I prefer to RP from 3rd person perspective.

•If your going to ditch me or feel like you might get tired of this at some point, then don't even hail my attention.
I want to see this RP through to the end and want a partner who wants the same.

Well that's all for now. If your interested then please PM me and-or post/comment below so we can discuss this together. I look forward to getting this started. ^.^

Just because I like this soundtrack.

~Nyte Bloods~

"Well, don't you look the stunning sight." A voice suddenly rang out.

Approaching Alice from ahead was a gentleman adorned in a black suit with a black tie, and underneath his jacket he wore a white dress shirt, and black trousers matching his jacket.
It was Dalton, dressed crisply yet subtly. One might say he looked simple yet dapper still, dressed finely.

He approached Alice with a broad, confident stride. A look of content on his face. In his right hand he carried a simple white mask, nothing too fancy.
In his left hand he grasped two thin pieces of white paper, tickets for the ball.
He now stood before Alice, his pleasant expression holding firm.
He looked past her into the cab and, seeing it to be Liza, raised his left hand in a closed finger motion, not wanting to drop the tickets.
Liza responded with a short wave and a smile.

He does clean up nicely... Liza thought with a stirred fidget before catching herself. That dreaded since of longing returned, along with an odd ping of jealousy, and she was forced to shove it aside.

"You two have a good time," Liza called with slightly forced jubilance,"I'll see you at home, Alice."
And with that, the cab went roaring off down the street.

Dalton watched the cab depart, then turned to Alice with a smile,"You certain look the sight, and I mean that in a good way," he said kindly,"so, are you ready?" He raised up the tickets in his left hand.