a little party never { killed } nobody // crocetti, open
May 29, 2016 22:22:59 GMT -5
Post by Stare on May 29, 2016 22:22:59 GMT -5
it's my own desire, it's my own remorse
help me to decide, help me make the most
of freedom, and of pleasure
nothing ever lasts forever
everybody wants to rule the world
help me to decide, help me make the most
of freedom, and of pleasure
nothing ever lasts forever
everybody wants to rule the world
“Do you know what they say about us, Rodrigo?”
Bella’s hand ran over the windowsill as she watched lights below dance in the drive, illuminating a flood of figures lingering among the grass and cobblestone. Her lips tugged up into an amused smile, eyes catching on a few silhouettes that wandered close to the front entrance and hesitated before entering. She could almost feel the excitement laced into the idea of glittering ball gowns and painted faces, but beneath it was an undertone of unease that was all too familiar. At first she’d found it unnerving, but time had taught her well. Now she knew how to laugh at the fear, partly because she knew that it was only a shield and partly because she knew her laughter could strip those shields away.
Rodrigo’s footsteps were steady. Bella kept her eyes focused on the guests but sensed her brother peering over her shoulder, grinning. “Whatever it is, it must be terrible. They look like cats about to go for a swim.”
“The kinder ones call us wolves.” She turned toward Rodrigo and carefully adjusted his suit, smoothing out the collar.
His gaze met hers, glittering with laughter. “And the less kind ones?”
She grinned. “Rabid dogs.”
“Then why do they come?” His eyes slid back toward the window, clearly amused. She followed his gaze, watching the figures gain confidence and cross down beneath them and out of sight. She hummed thoughtfully.
“Because they want something.” Pulling away, she stepped in front of the mirror, eyeing her shimmering gold reflection before spinning once and smiling in satisfaction. “And because we always throw the best parties.”
She hadn’t been downstairs yet, but she knew well enough what it would look like when she did. Glittering chandeliers, long tables covered in silky fabric with champagne and fine foods, scandalous dancers with pretty masks and long scarves tempting guests from the sides of the room. Rodrigo had spared no expense, but she wasn’t surprised. He had plans for that night. They all did.
To the rest of the district, a Crocetti party was an elegant event reserved for the wealthiest families and most influential individuals. Security was always strict, though they didn’t throw out anyone who managed to sneak in - in the Crocetti’s eyes, if they were clever enough to get through the doors, they were the kind of company the family wanted to keep around. People wore the finest clothes and listened to the finest music and ate the finest food. But to Rodrigo and Bella and all the rest of their siblings, the party was something else entirely.
It was a battlefield.
“I invited the di Angelos,” Rodrigo glanced out the window as if he could spot them in the crowd. Bella didn’t bother. It was much more likely that they were already inside, enjoying the party while they could. The di Angelos weren’t like the rest - they didn’t fear the Crocetti name like they should have. To Bella it was an insult, but Rodrigo saw something in them and was able to overlook it. They were a grasp at power, a subtle but firm way to reinforce the family. And who was she to doubt her older brother?
“Who else?” She asked to avoid the topic. Rodrigo glanced at her - he knew her tricks, having been the one to teach them to her - but didn’t push the matter. She knew he wouldn’t. It wasn’t the night for arguing.
“Hammerfell.”
Bella wrinkled her nose. “So violent. I won’t be going near the eldest, I don’t care what you say. He’s terrifying.”
“They might not even come. I’m not sure parties are their style. I also mentioned something to one of the Blackmores.”
She spun on him, her dress swishing about her ankles. “Are you trying to get us killed tonight?”
He arched an eyebrow at her in that infuriatingly calm way of his. “I couldn’t have just not invited them, Bella. They’re one of the most influential families in Two.”
“They’re also nuts,” she snapped, swirling one finger about her temple for emphasis. He didn’t react and she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Anyone else I should know about?”
“Birches. Johnwaynes.”
“Isn’t the youngest one a little kid?” She frowned. “This isn’t the place for kids.”
“They’re a big name. I invited the whole family.”
Bella huffed but said nothing. Rodrigo rolled his eyes and made his way over to her, grasping at her arms and forcing her to look at him. “Hey. It’s just a party, right? You’re supposed to be happy. You’re supposed to have fun.”
She snorted and shook herself free of his grip, grabbing her mask and moving toward the door. “You can go ahead and have fun at your party.”
“And what will you be doing?”
Donning her mask, she turned toward him and grinned wickedly. “Making sure our party guests don’t kill each other. Unless, of course, we want them to?”
He chuckled. “Not tonight.”
“Right,” she said, blowing him a kiss and then slipping down the staircase. “That’s our job.”
there's a room where the light won't find you
holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
when they do, i'll be right behind you
so glad we've almost made it, so sad they had to fade it
everybody wants to rule the world
holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
when they do, i'll be right behind you
so glad we've almost made it, so sad they had to fade it
everybody wants to rule the world
you're invited
All of District Two is invited to this event. Feel free to post in this thread and interact with the Crocettis or do separate threads using the party as a setting ^^ The party is a masquerade and there's bound to be all kinds of scandal and murderous intent, so please contribute to it!