Ryusaki Mamato


Ryusaki was getting done with putting all her school supplies in her bag. She walked out of the classroom and outside to smell the sweet air. Her short green hair sparkled in the sunlight. She took a deep breath and spoke in a happy tone," Well time to get home!" She started walking to her house. She was wearing a red dress with black lace around the edges that day. It bounced around with every step she took.

When she got home and opened the door, her brother stood in the kitchen waiting to greet her. Her brother walked over and rustled Ryusaki's hair. "Hey sis how was your day?" Ryusaki fixed her hair so it wasn't a mess and smiled at him. " Great Oni-Chan, How bout You?!" She took of her shoes and set down her bag. She ran over to the couch and plopped down on it. While laying on her back she looked through the mail. She spoke out loud which was pretty normal for her. She shuffled through the envelopes looking at what they said.

" Bills, Bills, Some more bills. Post card from your girlfriend Oni-Chan!" Ryusaki giggled as her brother came over and snatched it from her. Her eyes then widened when she saw a envelope with her name on it. "Wooow!" She opened it up quickly and smiled," A Party invitation from anonymous? Must be someone from my school! I can't wait. Its tonight too! I gotta get ready!" Ryusaki jumped up from her couch and ran upstairs to her room.

Aaron Barrder


Aaron shuffled out of his designated seat as soon as the bell had rang for the last period of the day, his eyes averted towards all the overly-happy students dancing and jumping around. There was no way he would ever be capable to do that, he would die or melt from the embarrassment. On the other hand, it was refreshing seeing the teenagers not depressed about school. Finally summer had arrived, although it just meant more time to himself, he wasn't the going out type. He gripped his hard-cover book and strolled out of the classroom, trying to seem as normal as possible and not attract attention from himself anyway possible. His footsteps were tiny patters on the concrete flooring as he found his way outside the school. Oh how he wished he didn't have to walk all the way home, but he knew he had too.

"If only cars wouldn't make me carsick... I blame genetics..." he muttered under his breath, cursing to himself about his prone motion sickness.

Walking home was actually quite pleasant today; sunny, bright and with a slight breeze. Taking a moment to inhale the smell of flowers, he noticed that he accidentally took the long path to go home. Frustrated, he ruffled his hair in annoyance and continued his silent journey home. Maybe if he distracted himself the trip would be quicker, so he decided to gaze up at the clouds. Odd shapes they were, one even looked liked his English teacher, Mr. Forester, well his body shape anyway. However, Aaron could never tell his favorite teacher that he was on the chubby side, he admired him and that might make himself end up freaking out and fainting.

Now that was another problem, his shyness. Or rather, his quiet behavior which causes him to be easily uncomfortable with others. Wanting to let that debate inside his head go, he trotted straight forward until he saw a glimpse of his house. That weird light brown color could be seen miles away, he himself thought it was quite ugly in tone. But once again, his heart would never let him tell his parents about it, though they might want him to speak up sometimes. Like the saying goes, 'Nice guys finish last...' that was like the theme of his life. Not many friends, no girlfriends for that matter either, and not social life whatsoever.

Shaking his head from the negative thoughts, he twisted the door handle and to no surprise it was unlocked. To him it was dangerous, to his parents it was nothing. With a sigh he called out an almost whispered "I'm home." and stopped for an answer, one that he did not receive. He shrugged, probably because his mother in particular was usually busy in her office, calculating documents and such. The second he entered his own room, an envelope attracted his attention. It was simple, yet inviting in a sense, since his name was neatly printed on the front with nothing else. Curiously, his hand wandered to the opening of the envelope and a piece of paper fluttered out; an invitation in fact. Aaron had mixed emotion about the invite; on one hand he was excited to be invited to a party, but he thought about how awkward he would be at socializing and talking to people. He chewed his lip as he plopped onto his bed, maybe thinking it over was the best idea. It was what he did best anyway.

A couple minutes later, with debates to himself about the pros and cons of the party, he slapped his right cheek. He finally made a decision, he was going to go no matter what and he was determined to not wuss out of the deal. Not even if it was of late notice and was held later that night. "A...Night party... Oh great, just more chance to humiliate myself." he groaned out, hopefully no alcohol was available or he would not be able to handle himself. Getting drunk was just too easy for him, he swore only two cups and he would be wasted like heck. Unfortunately, he was the goofy drunk, meaning that he would take on any dare someone gave him; including doing a back-flip into the nearby pool.

Ichiro Wakahisa


The final school bell rang, echoing with a collective sigh of relief from the students. That bell meant an end to the pressures of school life- the homework, the stress, the drama of everyday life. Not that Ichiro often let himself get swept up in this drama, as he mostly kept to himself. He rose from his seat and calmly slid his books into his bag as students danced and celebrated around him, their joy having seemingly no effect on him. He left the classroom, walking at his usual trduging pace while others ran about around him. The other students paid him no notice. As a general rule, he was largely ignored. In school, Ichiro was labeled as a freak due to his temperament. He couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of relief at the absence of that.

The young man walked home by himself, his vividly green eyes glued to his feet, as if he had to make sure they were taking each step correctly. His long white bangs fell to the side of his face, hiding it from view from the side. He came to his apartment building and stepped inside. "Hey, 'afternoon, kid." The front desk attendant said, smiling at him. Since he was an emancipated minor, the staff took it upon themselves to call him 'kid'. Ichiro gave her a weak smile, brushing his bangs away for a moment. "School's out!" She said, trying to get more out of the quiet young man. "Yes, so it is..." Ichiro mumbled, his smile growing a bit. He waved lightly to her and then hurried up the stairs to his apartment.

Tossing his school bag aside to the ground, he crashed on the couch, groaning and rubbing his eyes. With each passing second, he was more and more happy that school was over. The sitting to the side or in the corner of the classroom, being teased for his quietness... it was utterly ridiculous. At least he wouldn't have to put up with as much of that during the break. Suddenly, a thought came to him- perhaps he should check his mailbox? But he didn't want to get up... He sighed and hauled himself to his feet, dragging himself out of his room and down the hall to where the mail slots were. "Wakahisa...Wakahisa..." He mumbled, scanning the labels for his name. He found his slot, and was rather surprised to find that it was not empty. He never got letters from
his mother, who seemed to want to forget about him, and his brother certainly wasn't going to be sending him letter, where he was. Cautiously he pulled out the envelope, just in case it was going to explode or something. He took it back to his room, sat down on the couch and carefully tore it open. Indeed, it was addressed to him; there had been no mistake. There was no return address listed. Briefly, he wondered if it was hate mail.

It was not. A party? He thought incredulously. Who would be inviting him to a party? No friends of his were the type to throw parties. I should probably just skip out... But then, he was intruiged by this party. Something inside him made him want to go, but he wasn't entirely sure what or why. He sighed. It would be rude to simply not attend. He decided to go. Still, he wasn't sure if this was going to be a good idea or not. Might as well find out!

Ichiro went to his small bedroom and rifled through his clothes. His favorite grey hoodie probably wouldn't be the best choice, he thought- he got the impression this was more of a formal affair than that. He pulled out a white dress shirt and a grey suit jacket, with grey pants of the same shade. It was the only formal outfit he owned, and the last time he had worn it was for a funeral. The mere sight of that grey shade brought back the memories of the day, when the sky was the same melancholy hue, and it had even begun to rain as if the sky was weeping over the loss, as well. Ichiro turned away and picked up the letter again. He checked the address over again, but he still could not figure out who the author of the letter was. Ah, well, perhaps he would find out at the party, he thought.

Katara Uchiha


Katara got into his nice vest and pants. It was a nice white dress shirt and a blue vest to compliment his blue hair. The pants were just nice black pants. He brushed out his hair and brushed his teeth. As he examined himself in the mirror he saw his hearts tattoo and rubbed it. It gave him memories of his first love. He let out a sigh and fastened his belt. He walked down his spiral stairs to make sure everything was ready for the party. His mansion was sparkle clean. Tables were set, food was there, drinks for everyone's taste. He smiled as his made came over.

"Sir the party is all set." The maid bowed to Katara. The maid then stood up again with a smile. Katara then twirled the beautiful girl around and spoke in a soft voice," Thank you my dear." Katara then let her regain her balance. She blushed a bit. He then walked over to a table and straightened a fork. "There we go." Katara noticed everything out of place. Katara smiled he was very excited for the party. He wanted all the demons to have some fun on their trip. Have a little romance. Katara crossed his arms as he examined the dining hall. "I can't wait to finally meet her." He smiled as he walked over to the sitting room where all of the demons were and sat down on a couch. "Well guys its almost time for guests to arrive."

Sora Spirit


Sora did't bother going to school today since it was the aniversary of his sister death he decided to stay at her grave for the entire day when he noticed the students from schools heading home he also decided it was time to go home. After walking down the street and getting alot of "Have a good summer sora" he just wanted to get home quicker. when he got home he noticed no one was home "nothing's changed then has it" he thought to himself when he walked through the door he saw post on the floor most of them were adressed to him to appologize for his sister's death but nothing changed there either then he noticed there was on different from the others. He decided to open it and when he did he relised it was an invite to a party not like he was intrested but he decided he would go anyway hoping there would be alcohol there to drown all his sorrows away. After a few minutes of deciding what to wear he decided he would wear a black suit with a white shirt and a pair of smart jeans and shoes not like he was going to be talking to anyone anyway. He left his house an walked towards the address befor notcing it was a huge mansion "ok maybe i should of dressed a little more formal"

Mitsuki Nakamura


"Good morning, Ayame." Aunt Sakura greeted Mitsuki as she entered the old house where she lived so she could took care of her mentally unstable great aunt.
"It's afternoon, and my name is Mitsuki, Aunt Sakura, Ayame was my mother's name, remember?" She called back as she threw her bookbag onto the couch.
Sakura's head poked from around the corner and peered at her, "I know." Her head disappeared and Suki heard her go up the creaky steps, and the door to her aunt's room close.
"I'm making dinner, would you like anything?" She called up.
"No."
She walked up the steps and tried to open the door but it was locked. She knocked on the door, "are you sure you don't want anything?"
"No."
Mitsuki sighed and turned around, walking back down the steps. She walked into the kitchen and searched for the lightswitch, but decided to just leave the light off after not finding it. When her eyes adjusted, she opened the refrigerator, and took the mail out.
"Sakura, how many times did I tell you not to put the mail in the fridge?"
No reply. She sighed and looked through the letters. Most were bills, she set them aside and looked at the one addressed to her. She smiled and opened it.
"A party? Must be one of Spencer's friends." She guessed, thinking about her rich neighbor who liked to invite her to parties with him. "Tonight?" She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, and then smiled, "okay."
Mitsuki ran upstairs, and knocked on Aunt Sakura's door, "I'm going out tonight, Aunt Sakura, I'll be back later."
"Okay, Ayame, do you have any appointments before you go?"
"Nope."
Mitsuki ran to her attic room and got dressed.

Hana Riuki


Hana sighed as the school's bell echoed around every hallway. Snapping her book shut she shoved it in her messenger bag and made her way out of class. Summer, she thought to herself, finally!. A smile quirked the edges of her lips upward. She didnt hate school but she didnt particularly like it either. She waved goodbye to a few of the guys she knew and made it out of the school intact. Taking a deep breath she let herself smile and walked toward a white truck in the schools parking lot. "Hey Jeff.", she greeted the lanky tall boy with big glasses in the drivers seat. He smiled and opened the door for her. "Good afternoon Hana. How are you this fine day?"
"Have you been watching those movies again?"
"Yes, Yes I have indeed. And Im not going to stop just because you asked nicely."
"Alright Jeff, just dont bother asking me why you havent had a girlfriend for all of your 18 years of life."
He gave her a pointed look and she returned it witha playful one. Shaking his head he drove out of the parking lot and took Hana home.
"Bye Jeff, see ya."
"See ya!"
Hana shook her head laughing as he took off and entered her home. Her jangling keys seemed to echo along every corner. She sighed and shook her head. Must have gone out. She picked up the mail and rummaged through it boredly. Bills, Someone trying to sell something, Newspaper, Bills, Letter from the doctor... Oh! What do we have here? Hana looked at the invitation that was adressed to her carefully and smiled when it said anonymous. "A party, huh?" she said out loud. She thought about it for a moment then nodded. "I guess I can use a good party but if the music is crap Im outta there." She smiled and made her way upstairs to get herself ready.

Pyrus "Turk" Leturgez


Class had always been rather awkward for Pyrus, especially his last class. He hated his Pre-Calculus class especially. His teacher had made fun of him lightly once or twice by calling him Py, or rather 'Pi', and since than, thats what everyone in the class had called him. Why, oh why? Pyrus went by Turk almost all the time, since people tended to struggle to spell and pronouce his first and last name - So he took the 'tur' out of his last name, Leturgez, and put a K in front of it. Ta-da! 'Turk'. Worked for him, and he liked it too. When the class bell rang, all kind of celebratory bells chimed in his mind before he got up and quickly put his supplies and such away. Once he had slipped his bag strap over his shoulder, he was out of the room.
"Turk!"
Pyrus turned, blinking back and wondering who on earth could be calling him. There stood his good friend, Benjamin Raye. He offered the man a friendly smile. "Hey, Ben. What's shakin'?" he asked, casually. "You still up for going all the way to Shibuya and chilling out?" To his surprise, the brunette shook his head, brown eyes flashing a kind of apologeticness. "Huh? Why not, dude?"
Ben seemed honestly surprised. "Dude! You haven't gotten the invite!? It's tonight, you know! I can't hang out when i gotta be there right when it starts!"
"W-When what starts, bro?" he said, slurring dialectically, completely unintentionally. Ben rolled his eyes, slapping him on the back, making the redhead flinch.
"The party tonight? Invite only? Well, okay, maybe not, but you seriously don't know?" Slowly, Turk shook his head, seeming ashamed. Ben grinned. "Anyway, i'm sure it'll all be alright! I'm sure you'll get the invite sometime! Or you can just show up! Text me, i gotta run!" Before Pyrus could say another thing, the enthusiastic boy had darted down the hall and was already down the stairs.

When he reached his house, Pyrus let out a long, drawn out sigh. "I'm home," he called out, rather quietly. There was no answer, like usual, and he ended up heading into the kitchen. Suddenly, he caught sight of something white on the counter. A letter? He wandered out and checked it out of curiousity, generally the mail was gone and nowhere to be found when he came home, and he never got mail. His bright emerald eyes practically popped out of his skull when he realized it was addressed to him. In a heartbeat, Pyrus and torn the envelope open and was reading the letter. The party invite! He was invited! Oh my god! Pyrus shook with excitement, turning as he heard someone coming down the stairs.
"Hey, Bro." His little brother greeted. However, the boy, Aaron, was quickly replied to by his elder brother rushing over and picking him up, spinning around.
"I was invited!" he chimed. "I was fucking invited!"
"B-Bro!?"
Pyrus had never been invited to a party since he moved here! This would be his first party out of Holland!

Deidre Scarlet Marie


D found herself in the sitting room with the rest of the demons. She felt nervous, giddy even, though she had no clue why. She had come face to face with humans many a time, and she had flirted and played....but that had only been for a few moments in time, she wondered if she would be any good at it. She felt her face light up at the thought. OF COURSE she would be good at mingling with humans. They where simple creatures to say the least.


"Well guys its almost time for guests to arrive." Katara said as he entered the sitting area and sat on the couch. As soon as he sat D stood. She could no longer hold in her impatients. She walked over to the window and stared out.

"I hope your right" she muttered not sure if she meant about the guests arriving or the entire plan to have them mingle in the first place. For a stricken moment she wondered if she had dressed correctly. She wore a black and red strapless lace dress that brushed her lower thy's, black stelleto heals and her scarlet hair was put up in a half bun, where a few ringlets fell loose. She looked good. she knew it, but she still worried. Damn the jitters.

She sighed and tried to relax. Everything would be fine....she hoped.

Mitsuki Nakamura


Suki put on a dress that Spencer's mother had bought her for her birthday, it was a really cool, she had thought as she adjusted the dress on her body, though she did think her top half looked a bit like a disco ball. But the bottom half with it's different shades of blue and purple looked great with her hair and really brought out her eyes. She put on a few bracelets, then Mitsuki went over to her closet and searched for a pair of shoes to wear, as well. She finally found one, they were sparkly silver heels that she had never worn before. She curled her long blue hair in loose curls and put it in a high ponytail, then tied it with a white ribbon.
As soon as Suki thought she was ready, she headed out of her room, she tapped on her aunt's door lightly, "I'm leaving." And then ran down the steps and out to her car.
She approached the mansion and did a double take with her invite address, and found that she was at the right place.There seemed to already be someone there, in fact he was standing at the door looking just as surprised as she was about the mansion. He had already knocked, so she silently joined him standing at the door. Suki looked at him and smiled, "My name's Suki. You get the mysterious invite, too?" She asked looking back at the door, "I didn't expect the place to be a mansion." She said, "but I guess a party's a party, ya know?"

Aaron Barrder


Aaron waited for a couple of moments after he knocked on the door, his nerves ran on overload when no one answered. Any other person would just enter and get on with the party, but he was raised to be poliet and not enter someone else's house without permission. On the other hand, he was invited and he did have it written on paper, but now doubts were clouding his sense. Patiently waiting outside the door, he loosely ran a his hand through his hair, oddly enough it calmed down his nervousness.

The sound of a car engine attracted his attention, whipping around he noticed a girl around his age step out of the car and waltz towards him. He hoped she was there for the party, at least he would have an excuse to go inside now. Well, she looked dressed for the part, and her dress was quite stunning if he may say so. She spoke up suddenly, but in a friendly nature aswell, then she stood right next to him. And that was what worried him, he was super shy and never really talked to much people before and strangers were at the bottom of his list.

"Ummm... I'm A-Aaron, and yeah... I'm here for the party t-too." he nervously stumbled over the words, he stared at the ground when he finished. The party hadn't even started yet he was felling as though it was a bad call on his part to come, oh how he wished he had a book to read right now. Books were the greatest thing to relax himself, that and music. "This place is rather... Extravagant, isn't it?" he attempted to make conversation with Suki, mostly since he told himself that he would try to get over his shy behavior; even though it was troubling. He glanced back up at the girl and awaited for her response, noting the odd blue colour of her hair.

Sora Spirit


Sora noticed two others park outside the building and walk over towards the entrance he thought it may be a better idea for him to enter with them rather than on his own like he normally does he walked over towards the others. The girl looked rather stunning in the dress it was different from anything he had seen before and the guy well lets just say he had the same idea that he had except his jacket. "The names Sora and i think we should just be able to enter" he placed his hand on the door frame and knocked on it waiting for a response.

Scarlet Walker

Scarlet sat on the table in what seemed to be a one shouldered dress it was mainly pink with a black sache around the middle of it on the right hand side it was covered in a black floral design this is what the shoulder was made out of and a pair of black flat dollyey shoes. Scarlet was playing with her snake which people though was weird since normally girls dont like snakes but for some reason she does. After a while she started to get bored causing her to fiddle with her hair she just sat there waiting for the guests to arrive.

Hana Riuki


Hana sighed for what seemed the millionth time as she looked at her aunts mirror. She was alright as she had cleaned and made herself up but the moment she stepped out of the bathroom she had spotted the dress laid out neatly on the bed. Thats when the whole problem started. It wasnt that she wasnt a fanatic of dresses, it was just that she'd never worn one not even as a child. It was clear who had placed the dress there since her aunts voice and her brothers squeals echoed up to the room. Why cant aunty be more considerate of me?!? She threw away the thought as soon as it had formed. Her aunt was plenty considerate, she had taken her in when her parents didnt want her. Hana sighed and rubbed her bare shoulder uncomfortably. But why did it have to be a dress?

She looked back at the mirror and examined the red satin strapless cocktail dress that fit snuggly to her shape and ended just at her mid-thigh. The only adornment it had was the black satin ribbon that circled her at the waist. Her aunt had also placed some black high heels at the end of the bed but she had discarded those and rummaged in the closet to find a cute pair of black flats. The dress is one thing but having a leg cast later on because of those death contraptions is a complete other thing, she thought as she glared at the heels in question. Placing one last item on, a necklace with an old fashioned heart lock, she grabbed her purse and headed downstairs.

Her aunt was in the kitchen and her brother was slyly licking the cookie batter off of the mixing spoon. Hana smiled a bit at them as they turned to glance at her. Her aunt fussed over her for a bit and her brother simply gave her a thumbs up before going back to the cookie batter. Her aunt reminded her of the things she shoudnt do at a party then practically shoved her car keys at her and booted her out of the door. Hana laughed but smiled lovingly in the direction of the house. She sighed and shook her head before getting into the car and driving off.

She was a bit suprised when the place turned out to be a mansion but she simpy parked the car and got out carefully. She looked toward the door and noticed some people there. She shrugged and just walked up to them quietly. She waved a bit at them in greeting. "Hiya, Im Hana or Dotz if you'd prefer." She looked around and rubbed her arms to keep the chill out of them. "Damn, should of brought something for the cold."

Ryusaki Mamato


Ryusaki opened her bedroom door and ran to her closet. She grabbed her favorite blue silk dress and her nice blue heels. She then ran to her bathroom and changed. She then re-brushed her hair and straightened the short locks. She put a blue head band in and strapped on her heels. As she twired in the mirror to see how she looked she smiled in satisfaction. As she walked out of her room her brother swooped her up. "Where do you think your going?...... Wait why are you dressed so nice?"

Ryusaki giggled,"I'm going to a party at the mansion we always see when we go to the grocery store. Can you take me?" Ryusaki gave him puppy eyes and her brother flinched. He walked her to the car still carrying her. She then was put in the car and they drove off.

After she arrived she waved to her brother and ran off to where other people were. The door opened and a blue haired boy greeted and invited everyone in. Ryusaki ran in and looked in awe at the inside of the building.

Katara Uchiha

Katara smiled as Scarlet seemed to be worried about the party. He walked up and stood next to her. "Don't worry. It will be fine!" Katara smiled as he looked out the window. He saw cars pull up and people walking to the door. His face enlightened. He was shaking inside. He was about to meet the girl of his dreams soon. Then the girl Mitsuki walked to the door. Katara's eyes widened. She was beatiful. Her dress sparkled along with her lucious hair. And her heels glistened. Katara noticed as his heart started to beat fast. The door knocked and he stepped over to it and took a deep breath. He put his hand on the door knob and twisted it. As he opened it he felt like fainting. The girl was much more beautiful in person. He invited everyone in. When everyone was in except Mitsuki he stepped in front of her. He grabbed her hand and helped her up the step. He then softly spoke to her," Welcome my dear."

Pyrus "Turk" Leturgez


Pyrus messed with the vest and tie of the outfit that he had chosen. Nervously he looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom. What if he wasn't dressed too nicely? What if when he got there, people would make fun of him? Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.... He had never been to a party here before. He didn't know what to expect. If he arrived in this clothing, would he be made fun of? Oh god! He didn't know!

"Bro?"

The redhead yelped, practically jumping a foot or two into the air. He turned back and tried to regain his composure, leaning back against the counter. "H-Hey. What'cha need, broski?" His brother stared at him a moment, a bit surprised at his brother's reaction before deciding what he had wanted to say wasn't exactly worth his skittish brother's time. His brother didn't used to be so jumpy and batshit, it was just ever since they moved. Really, neither of them understood why they moved in the first place.

"Um... Nothing bro, sorry 'bout that." he said, leaving the room and leaving Pyrus to his own devices. Pyrus sighed, crestfallen and embarrassed. Before he was too late, he should probably head to the party... He reached into his pocket and grasped the car keys, dragging himself from his room and slugging down the stairs, out the door, and into the car. Man, he didn't know how to talk to people here. He didn't wanna look like an idiot! Sighing to himself, he slipped into the car and checked the address on the letter before throwing it into the passenger seat and heading to the place of the party. On the way, he way several other people in dresses - Walking and in cars or forms of public transportation. Oh god, how many people would be there?

Finally, the building was in sight and he had parked nearby. He would walk the rest of the way, he had no problem with that. He hummed to himself, looking away from the building as he walked, eyes downcast. By the time he was at the door, his heart was in his throat and he swore it was about to flop out just moments later. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised. God help him. When invited in, he hummed to himself and put on a convincing look of self confidence and social totally-not-awkwardness. He approached the closest person, greeting them with a 'Hey! What's up?' in Dutch, although he hadn't entirely meant to do so.

(Anyone can be the person Pyrus talks to, it's no one in particular.)

Anthony Abbatoir


Anthony had heard of the party and had gotten the invite just this morning, and he had decided to go. He had never gone to a party in the human realm, and he was curious. Were parties like their usual gatherings? When they did gatherings at... Let's use the mall as an example. They brought their pack with them or... 'friends', and then went around purchasing things from designated areas for purchasable goods. The name of those places slipped his mind at the moment. It started with an S... An s... Store! Ah, of course, they were called 'stores' or 'shops'. Perhaps he would attend just to see what it would be like. However, he had to dress nicely. The only 'nice' clothes he had were the regal highblood attire he would wear in Abbatoir as nobility. Perhaps he should appear to the party in normal attire? He rolled his eyes at himself. Surely that would just defeat the goal of trying to blend in and be human. That was what he had decided...

... Which lead to him being here right now, standing in the living room of a massive manor. Abbatoir never had manors like this! At least, not ones that weren't ruined and torn apart by warfare. His snowy, white hair was in it's usual state, a bit wild and somewhat punkish looking and he had made sure to clean his piercings before he had left - the studs and cuffs visible, shining metal under silver strands. He was, in fact, wearing his Abbatoirian regal noble attire. There was a cuffing, white, around his neck which buttoned at the front above what appeared to almost be like a male bodice, but far from (White dress shirt under of course. He wouldn't go without, even with his amazing abs). He wore black pants with a kind of thin strap around the right knee where it bent as well as down the side of the pant leg from waistline to bottom, the pants being held up by a black and red checkered belt. The most apparent and important part was his coat; black and white with some chains off a small military-eqsue patch on the left and some more small chains draping a bit down his right arm from the shoulder. The collar of the coat went up high and the coat went down to just above his ankles. The sleeves of the coat were short and went to only just above the elbow. The last completing piece were his fingerless gloves, wrist part going several inches down his arm.

Yes, he enjoyed this. It had been a while since he was able to wear these clothes. It was almost comforting to him, the familiarity. From the coat, he could smell the scent of scorched dirt, blood, and and ashes - Although that was to his senses, and he doubted Humans would smell it. He looked around himself for someone to speak to or at least something to do. He would, preferably, want to speak to someone who didn't already know him. Most people who knew him though him to be a pretty damn cool guy, and 'hot' to some of the girls - But more often than not, it also came with the titles of 'Visual Kei', 'Weird', 'Freak', 'Gay', or 'Eccentric'. He knew these to have negative connotations, and it made him uncomfortable. He had aimed to be more like humans, not to be blatantly pointed out as abnormal. Tch, how troublesome.

(His attire is exactly as pictured except for that the white linings and parts are red instead of white, there is also a white dress shirt where his chest would otherwise be exposed. (Additional shots ff required: 1, 2))

Mary Jane Carson

MJ smoothed out her white silk dress as she she sat on the couch. "I hope I look okay" Mary Jane said to herself. MJ had picked the dress espically for this occassion. She had been so nervous since this morning she walked into a pole on one of her morning walks. She looked at the wall clock in the parlor "it's time for everyone to arrive." MJ got out of the chair as she tried to fix the blue bow on the back of her dress, she walked to the main entrance of the mansion. She felt nervous but excited at the same time. When she got to the entrance she saw alot of humans entering the mansion. Mary Jane stayed at the entrance of the hallway trying not to be seen yet. "I really hope I don't make a fool of myself" MJ said as she crossed her fingers. But, as more people started to arrive the more nervous she became.

Mitsuki Nakamura

"This place is rather... Extravagant, isn't it?" The boy, Aaron had said to her, he seemed nervous and she felt bad for him, an antisocial person and a party isn't exactly a good mix. She nodded, and was about to say more when the door opened by a blue haired boy. She couldn't help but admire the color of it. A green haired girl whizzed passed her inside, and Suki giggled, then, her hand was grabbed and she was helped inside. She couldn't take her eyes off of his hand, the blood rose to her cheeks. He had said something to her, but she hadn't really payed attention, her eyes...his hand.
"You have such perfect hands." She said, without thinking. She looked up at him and put her free hand to her mouth in embarrassment, "Sorry."
She carefully slipped her hand out of his and walked next to him, his hair was blue, like hers, only a nicer shade, it really looked good on him. His eyes were an odd color, but she didn't mind, it added to his...coolness. He seemed confident and mysterious, like he had a big secret. She didn't really know what to say, her mind had drawn a blank, and Suki hated not knowing what to say, it made her feel awkward.
"Well okay, thanks, bye." She stumbled, then walked off in some random direction, looking for someone she could actually converse with, if she couldn't find any people she felt comfortable talking to, maybe there were some pets in this house. Aunt Sakura did animal whispering, because she thought that humans would only betray you, Suki's done some, too, so perhaps she could have a nice heart to heart conversation with a goldfish if she couldn't talk to any humans.

Aaron Barrder


Aaron felt his nerves go into overload when the door suddenly opened, he had secretly hoped that he could run back home. Or drive back home in his case, but his darned legs stopped him from doing so. His whole body was frozen, all until they automatically made himself inside, just noticing that the girl he was talking with earlier was... quite busy. Well, it seemed that the guys already jumped at the chance to hit on girls, now he was really troubled.

He nervously chewed his lip as his curious eyes gazed upon the beauty of the mansions inside, the structure made it almost alluring or like royalty lived here. He made a mental note to ask who was luckily enough to live here, if he even had the courage to talk with anyone at the party. Damn, he was worried. He loosely ran a hand through his blondish-brown hair, making strands fall into his vision. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of colour, and the figure of a femine body. Although, he didn't dare to approach anyone, he hated to admit it but he was terrified.

This was a major problem with Aaron, his shy behaviour always stuck on him while he grew up. On the inside he was normal, a boy who loved adventure, however, maybe he was less out-going than other guys of the male species. Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, he retreated to a nearby couch he found, hopefully it would make him look less like a loner at the party. He stared at the vase that was present in front on him, his mind shut off as he studied it, not just for fun too. 'Tell me again why I decided to come to a party again?' he questioned himself for the millionth time, surely a reason would pop up sooner or later. Perhaps he might find some company here, a boy could only wish.

Mary Jane Carson


Mary Jane saw a handsome blonde man come through the front entrance of the mansion. Her heart started to pound the more she stared at him from behind the entrance of the hallway."I can't do this" she said to herself. She saw that he was sitting on the couch by himself. Mary Jane knew it was time for her to meet the guests. She looked at the hallway's full body mirror to make sure she looked okay. Mj straitened out her white silky dress them made sure the blue bow on the back of her dress was still tied."Okay deep breaths." Mj took a deep breath then walked into the front parlor. She didn't know who to talk to without making a complete fool out of herself. Mj guessed if she talked to any of the humans here she still would've made herself look like a fool. Then she noticed the blonde guy sitting by himself. Mary Jane took another deep breath, then walked over to him. She then sat beside him "Hi I'm Mary Jane" she said in a sweet voice. She got a closer look at his cute face and noticed that she may have already make herself look like a fool.

Jiro Fukuda

Jiro lounged on the sofa, looking the very image of comfort. His long arms draped over the sides, fingers nearly brushing the carpet. His eyes, currently a bottomless sea in hue, stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Having been instructed to dress up for the party, Jiro complied- he wore a tight purely black long-sleeved shirt, the neckline of which was thin and low. A thin silver chain hung at his throat, a stylistic heart charm dangling from it. He probably could pass for a human- albeit a rather attractive one- aside from the decidedly dark attire he wore that night. The blonde demon yawned and stretched out his arms, sitting up. "When are they coming?" He asked brightly, his characteristic grin appearing on his face. The answer he sought came quickly, as the door opened and humans flooded in.
Humans. This was very exciting for Jiro. He was tired of the life of a demon, and was eternally grateful for being allowed to come to the human world. Humans fascinated him, and he wanted to know them better. They milled about in their lives, worrying about their day-to-day nothings, knowing nothing beyond their comfy little plane of existence. Jiro longed for that sort of simplicity. Demons had lost their appeal to him altogether; he wanted to be able to leave that life behind him, though he knew this to be impossible. At least he had a little time here. He would enjoy it while he could.
Jiro's eyes brightened, now more akin to the shade of the sky. They were drawn to something, something strange that stood out from the rest. It was a girl. She was looking around the mansion in wonderment, which made Jiro grin. Her hair was a startling shade of green. This was what had drawn Jiro's attention right away- (he had a rather short attention span, so this was unsurprising) that color. At the moment, she was left to herself to enjoy the scenery. This is a party. She shouldn't be left to her lonesome... The blonde demon rose from his seat and walked over to the green-haired girl, smiling easily. "Good evening, sweet." He greeted her with a gentlemanly bow. "Thank you for coming here. Ah, my name is Jiro Fukuda." He grinned cheerfully. He heard a meek knock at the door, and casually reached over to open it. Not really paying attention to who he had just let in, he turned back to the green-haired girl. "Do you have one, too? A name."

Ichiro Wakahisa

Ichiro put on his dark grey jacket and pants, along with a plain white shirt underneath, and went to survey his reflection in the mirror. Deeming it satisfactory, he grabbed the address and stepped outside the apartment building. He walked quietly in the cool evening air, every once in a while glancing down at the note to make sure he was heading in the right direction. How embarrassing it would be, to arrive at the wrong place! It turned out that he needn't even worry about that, as he saw a small group of people standing around the doorstep of a formidable, ornate mansion. He gulped and checked the address again. Yes, this was the place.
He knocked on the door quietly, his nerves getting the better of him. At first, nothing happened. He raised his fist to knock again, more loudly, when the door was opened. It was a rather tall, attractive blonde man on the other side of the door, but he barely gave Ichiro a glance-over before turning away, talking to someone else. The white-haired young man stood in the doorway awkwardly for a moment, having no idea what to do. Then, he carefully stepped inside.
There were quite a few people there already, but no one that Ichiro knew. He sighed. Why was I invited to this party, exactly? He thought, running a hand through his hair. He pulled out a chair and sat down with a heavy sigh. Perhaps there would be someone friendly enough at the party who would speak to him... he wasn't sure if he wanted that or not. The concept of having to make conversation was a frightening one. His green eyes stared at the centerpiece on the end table. His mind slid into blankness. It was almost like a self-defense mechanism, as he didn't particularly want to think about the repercussions of coming here that would inevitably arise.

Hana Riuki

Once inside Hana couldnt help but marvel at the mansion's interior. Her eyes seemed to light up as she viewed the magnificent structure and the detail put into every wall and door. Hana, at one point in her life, had been fascinated with architecture. Of course, she well knew she'd never persue the career proffesionally because of it's straight lines and rules. No, what Hana wanted to persue was an art of a different kind. One that was left free to the imagination and its definitions were limitless. She smiled for a moment as she remembered that she was probably gawking and looked quite comical to anyone who glanced her way. From the outside, she could only notice how magnanimous it was but from the inside... well, she could see its emotion and dedication. The architect of this place was either a genious or he was getting paid greatly for his collaboration, she thought with a small chuckle.

She looked at the mansions ocupants then. Some she recognized from school and others she didnt know at all. Her eyes flickered over all of their faces and she felt that they all were a handsome/beautiful bunch. She wondered momentarilly why she was invited but let the thought slip away. What does it matter? It doesnt, she deduced. She silently slipped away into a hallway unnoticed. Hana had alway been a little bit too curious for her own good. It wasnt that she wanted to be snoopy it was just that other peoples homes interested her a bit too much. She liked looking at the things they owned and with those things try to figure out what type of people they were. Were they extravagent? Or homely? Were they playful? or serious?

Hana smiled at her thoughts. She knew she could never really figure out the family with simple material things but she liked to try. She walked silently along the hall not going into any of the rooms unless there was no door in the entrance. She momentarily wondered where the kitchen was before snapping out of her thoughts. She looked around and huffed as she saw that her mindless thoughts had gotten her lost. Great Hana, now what are you to do? She shrugged and figured if she kept walking she'd find her way back eventually.