Jada
Fresh Corpse
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Post by Jada on Jan 2, 2009 18:25:53 GMT -7
~*~*~*~ As one enters the park, delicately-lettered signs direct you to the water where a servant in a rowboat awaits. Crossing the water, you are taken to a lovely hall, where more signs direct you inside. Pushing open the doors, you are greeted by a ballroom, decorated in deeps reds, golds, and creams. A table sits, front and center, filled with flutes of blood champagne, each with a small card attached: Welcome to the party, our honoured guests. Dance, Drink, and above all, have a wonderful time! We are so happy you could join us in our celebration... ~blackdragon & Jada~ ~*~*~*~*~
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Post by Persephone on Jan 2, 2009 22:53:47 GMT -7
Ecstatic, yes, that was the word for the feelings which dwelt within her her heart from the time she had received notice of the reservation being placed for the park. Such an honor, such a delight! She felt terrible she'd managed to miss the actual ceremony, but she wasn't about to miss this. Oh no, certainly not. One final turn in the mirror as ivory digits spread over the satin which wrapped her form. A smile was drawn upon her lips. It was perfect for her sister's party. It'd been so long since she'd ventured out to a full social gathering, in fact it had been since before she and Koz had parted ways once more. However, those nights were gone, she was back to the woman she had been before those dark nights, and she was going to be sure her sister had the perfect night. This was afterall her home away from home, and as such it was the same offered to her sister. As she entered through the back door a grin lit upon her face, Jada had selected the decor beautifully, such elegance really, it should have come as no surprise. She had yet, however to meet the groom, this was something she would soon eradicate however. First though, she needed to congratulate her sister, personally.
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Post by ptfang on Jan 4, 2009 13:53:51 GMT -7
Except for the wake created by the boat, the water is so totally still that it looks like glass. The half-crescent moon guides the rower’s way. It is a magical night and perfect for a wedding reception.
The passenger, Phineus T Fang, holds her invitation and wedding gift in hand. She is happy to be on her way to the wedding. As she adjusts the bow on the gift, PT thinks warmly of her sister Jada and of Jada’s new husband blackdragon, once an enemy, then a friend, now a family member.
Arriving at her destination, PT is impressed with the perfect elegance of the hall. She finds the table to put her wedding present. She hopes they will like it. It is a pair of elaborately decorated gold candelabras. If you look closely at some of the leaves, you can see the faces of screaming humans. PT always found that it went perfect with dinner parties where a clueless human had been invited to be the main course. It added so much to the night when the human, at someone’s prodding, would look closely at the candelabra and suddenly realize what the hosts had meant when they said “we would REALLY love to have you for dinner”.
PT takes a flute of blood champagne and looks to greet Jada and blackdragon.
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