03-10-2013, 08:19 PM
Now on to posting.
As the sunlight began to fade with the rise of the moon, the mansion was almost alive. Brad stood at the top of the tower with a can of beer in his hand a cigarette in the other. He stared down as more people began to pour in. The male's face widened with a grin and chuckle as he thought that at the rate things were going, they might as well opened up a club. He lacked the funding for that though. Being limited on resources, there was only so little the gentleman of a Southerner could do. He looked as the butler escorted the guests to the right, leading them to the party room. He stared over at the supplies in hand next to him. There were numerous cases of liquor. What kind of party would it be if he did not mix up a batch of his Moon Lust drink. He hefted up the four cases with ease. There would be more where that came from in case he ran out. Walking down the flights of stairs from the third floor, the male headed into the bar. Setting everything up as the DJ got prepared, he sat on a stool, waiting to see what kind of crowd came in tonight
Alex
Alex drove down the what appeared to him as a narrow road. Reading off the list his friend gave to him in terms of direction, the male peered out his shades as he turned a corner, coming up to golden esque gates. With them being opened, the male drove right through. As the sun in the sky began to dim from the trees, the male pulled his shades down for him to peer out. "This looks to be right" he thought as he read the instructions, noting the gates and trees covering the sun. The male took note that the next bit was driving for a mile and a half down the road. As the mansion came up into view, minutes later, the male looked at the decor. It reminded him of an old castle or a castle in general. There was a huge body of swamp water surrounding it. "What do they call those things....?" he said to no one in general as no one else was present in the car. "...something with -oat...Floats? No wait, Moats." The male argued that he was sane. People had to talk to themselves at times he was certain. He parked his car near the others. Hopping out of it, he placed a baseball cap on his head, locking the door. Hoping to see his friend there, he only wondered what kind of part this would be. He already had a few instances with running down a hotel hall while on a trip, experiencing his first night drunk.
As the sunlight began to fade with the rise of the moon, the mansion was almost alive. Brad stood at the top of the tower with a can of beer in his hand a cigarette in the other. He stared down as more people began to pour in. The male's face widened with a grin and chuckle as he thought that at the rate things were going, they might as well opened up a club. He lacked the funding for that though. Being limited on resources, there was only so little the gentleman of a Southerner could do. He looked as the butler escorted the guests to the right, leading them to the party room. He stared over at the supplies in hand next to him. There were numerous cases of liquor. What kind of party would it be if he did not mix up a batch of his Moon Lust drink. He hefted up the four cases with ease. There would be more where that came from in case he ran out. Walking down the flights of stairs from the third floor, the male headed into the bar. Setting everything up as the DJ got prepared, he sat on a stool, waiting to see what kind of crowd came in tonight
Alex
Alex drove down the what appeared to him as a narrow road. Reading off the list his friend gave to him in terms of direction, the male peered out his shades as he turned a corner, coming up to golden esque gates. With them being opened, the male drove right through. As the sun in the sky began to dim from the trees, the male pulled his shades down for him to peer out. "This looks to be right" he thought as he read the instructions, noting the gates and trees covering the sun. The male took note that the next bit was driving for a mile and a half down the road. As the mansion came up into view, minutes later, the male looked at the decor. It reminded him of an old castle or a castle in general. There was a huge body of swamp water surrounding it. "What do they call those things....?" he said to no one in general as no one else was present in the car. "...something with -oat...Floats? No wait, Moats." The male argued that he was sane. People had to talk to themselves at times he was certain. He parked his car near the others. Hopping out of it, he placed a baseball cap on his head, locking the door. Hoping to see his friend there, he only wondered what kind of part this would be. He already had a few instances with running down a hotel hall while on a trip, experiencing his first night drunk.