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| Cascadian Party! {OTA} | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sat Jul 9, 2011 10:41 pm (278 Views) | |
| Keter | Sat Jul 9, 2011 10:41 pm Post #1 |
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Within the grand flying city of Cascadia there was a building, not known by a name, but instead for its expensive price, for the grand parties held there, and for the exclusivity of the party attendees… For one night, and one night only, this exclusivity was dropped at the payment of a large sum, allowing for anybody to enter as they willed, a grand party being paid for by a sole benefactor who had recently came into possession of a great sum of money, and what else would one do with such a great deal of money? Of course, throw a party! The lights were dim, chandeliers lit with purple and blue fires to set a cool sort of mood upon the place, the music was loud, a variety of bands lined up and paid for, ready to entertain all of the guests as well as be entertained themselves, none were bad the paying benefactor was sure of it, after all, being forced to listen to horrible music, and to know that he would have blindly chosen such bad music, was more than enough to make sure he listened to each of them before hiring them for such an extravagant event. Grand paintings hung from the walls, fires lining the frames to set a glow upon the pictures, accenting the artwork so that it could be even further be enjoyed with the proper lighting. Everything from grand battles between a knight and a dragon to simple portraits of beautiful women, and at the end of the dance floor stood a podium, where the bands would play, and before that a small set of stairs leading up to a throne0like chair adorned with golds and silvers, specially crafted, and behind that was a portrait covered by a cloth, a sight to be revealed when the party truly began to kick off. The dress code was that there had to be clothes worn, very simple, the benefactor didn’t particularly care one way or the other, he was in the mood for sharing his wealth with whomever, allowing for people of all types to come in, as long as they could afford it, and beautiful women of course were allowed into the party for free. As per the strict instructions of the benefactor, he would have it no other way, and even if they were to go against his orders, the benefactor himself would be happy to pay for their entry. The dance floor inside was grand, on either side were tables of foods and drinks, wines and ales and cheeses and chimichangas, as well as assortments of other foods and drinks, ready to accommodate all sorts of tastes, tables circled the dance floor, stopping on either side of the bands stage, each covered in white cloths, different colored candles to different tables, different silverwares, even servers wandering about to retrieve drinks for the patrons of the party. As the music echoed off of the walls and ceiling of the inside of the structure, it was just the beginning of the party as the sun began to go down below the edge of Cascadia, so that the party could shine and echo in all of its glory. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Wade Winston Wilson, the Merc with a Mouth, stood before a mirror, a fine black suit over his red and black outfit, looking himself over in the mirror with approval, striking several “sexy” poses, reaffirming how good he thought he looked, even if he did look like an idiot wrapped in a nice suit. He was, of course, the benefactor. Recently having completed a hugely paying job in a foreign land, he felt the need to celebrate his wealth and fortune, to throw the biggest party he could, possibly even going past what money he had, even with the possibility of going into debt, he didn’t care, it was his night and his was going to have fun if it killed someone… Not him, though, since it seemed for some reason he had this odd inability to actually die, no matter what the odds. Getting stepped on by a stegosaurus, getting shot with a ballista, falling down a flight of stairs, falling off of Cascadia. All of these he survived, though with a bit of pain. All worth it for the prices he charged, and if all went well, this night was just going to get him more clients, all he had to do was make it look like he was so good he could afford all of this, and then people would be emptying the banks for his services, to kill people, to get stuff, whatever was needed, for the right price he’d do it, and the right price was always a high price. “Allright everybody! Get ready to party because it is Showtime!” |
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8:23 AM Jul 11

