THE MANSION - THE SWIMMING POOL
Jan 3, 2014 0:48:57 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Jan 3, 2014 0:48:57 GMT -8
The glass doors creaked open.
A man in a swanky suit stepped on to the patio. He spoke with a soft continental accent, punctuated by expansive and femme gestures.
The man stepped forward to address the scattered crowd. Chloë lurked somewhere behind them, looking sleepy as ever.
EDIT IN FOR JARA
Ru-
Ru had not thought this was going to be a funding party, or he might have encouraged his fellow actors to act...well..better.
Ru-
"Call me...Mr. Knight... actor."
He let the shadows do most of the talking, and did his best to look mysterious in the process. There was no doubt there was at least something strange and sumptuous about the tone he used, similar to the movie's.
Sophie finally joined the others by the pool, delayed by a frantic search for a bathroom. She had found one, probably the fanciest bathroom ever, she thought. They had scented toilet paper. Who does that?
"Think they'll mind if I smoke out here?"
She notices Marchese.
"Uh, hi. I'm Sophie", she says, remembering her manners and extending a hand.
Babette's eyelids fluttered as she woke. She faintly recollected a nightmare. It starred a manchild named Brent whose cannonball sent flecks of water across her designer heels (she found them at a used clothing store for an affordable price - a once in a lifetime purchase). Lo and behold: the nightmare was a reality. She patted her damp shoes with a towel. Then, Babette noticed a distinguished older gentleman was near the pool.
He looked like a patron of the arts!
She removed the spa robe, straightened her dress, and joined Sophie. Babette politely waited until the introductions had wrapped up before speaking.
"Sophie possesses a gift for color. Her outfits are always works of art. Pity that Lychgate was black, white, and grey." She smiled sweetly. "Where are my manners? I'm Babette. It's a pleasure."
??-
"Oh look at this, all these beautiful people. What a wonderful sight!"
A man in a swanky suit stepped on to the patio. He spoke with a soft continental accent, punctuated by expansive and femme gestures.
??-
"This is our troupe?"
Wilhelm-
"More or less. Everyone, this is Marchese."
The man stepped forward to address the scattered crowd. Chloë lurked somewhere behind them, looking sleepy as ever.
Marchese-
"Welcome to la Casa Marchese! I am pleased to be your host tonight! I expect you've worked up an appetite with all your fun. My servants are preparing a dinner in the banquet hall. I hope you will enjoy yourselves before the party begins. For now I would love for you to introduce yourselves to me, you artisti di talento!
EDIT IN FOR JARA
Ru-
Ru had not thought this was going to be a funding party, or he might have encouraged his fellow actors to act...well..better.
Ru-
"Call me...Mr. Knight... actor."
He let the shadows do most of the talking, and did his best to look mysterious in the process. There was no doubt there was at least something strange and sumptuous about the tone he used, similar to the movie's.
Sophie finally joined the others by the pool, delayed by a frantic search for a bathroom. She had found one, probably the fanciest bathroom ever, she thought. They had scented toilet paper. Who does that?
"Think they'll mind if I smoke out here?"
She notices Marchese.
"Uh, hi. I'm Sophie", she says, remembering her manners and extending a hand.
Babette's eyelids fluttered as she woke. She faintly recollected a nightmare. It starred a manchild named Brent whose cannonball sent flecks of water across her designer heels (she found them at a used clothing store for an affordable price - a once in a lifetime purchase). Lo and behold: the nightmare was a reality. She patted her damp shoes with a towel. Then, Babette noticed a distinguished older gentleman was near the pool.
He looked like a patron of the arts!
She removed the spa robe, straightened her dress, and joined Sophie. Babette politely waited until the introductions had wrapped up before speaking.
"Sophie possesses a gift for color. Her outfits are always works of art. Pity that Lychgate was black, white, and grey." She smiled sweetly. "Where are my manners? I'm Babette. It's a pleasure."