The Gate is swung open leading you through a ticket booth and into the front yard of the house. The front yard is massive, housing food vendors, carnival games, and local acts and band features on several different stages. There are food and drink vendors to your immediate right and left.
While waiting on your trip into the haunted mansion, you are given the option to sit and watch a scary movie in a secluded area surounded by large oak trees. A large screen is strung up between the trees and a projector plays any number of scary movies. Tables and chairs litter the dirt covered floor.
Or, you could stay in the common area, partake of the food or carnival games. Win your girlfriend a cheap stuffed animal. Gorge yourself on funnel cakes and nachoes. The scent of cold beer and fresh, artey clogging food wafts into the air. The Pungent aroma of polish sausages with peppers and onions, the sweet bite of funnel cake batter sizzling in the grease, and of course the spicy kiss of cheese nachoes and chili cheese fries. Smoke rises heavenly from a large barrel smoker. BBQ ribs and plates are also offered. Beer, soft drinks and malt beverages are also sold.

The house towers over the yard like a malevolent being. It is poorly lit and quite dark, completely opposite of the jovial atmosphere of the waiting area. To get to the house, the group must walk single file up a curvy set of concrete stairs. Many will grip the handrails to steady themselves on the steep and narrow stairs. Carefull not to fall, the rose bushes that surround the stairs are barren of rose, but a thicket of thorns. Check you ticket number, yours might just be next.  

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The ticket boothes ask patrons if they have a VIP. Those that have VIP would be the Elders. The VIP passes are very much like backstage passes in that they are hung from a cord. The pass is solid black with semi-metallic red writing on it with their name plus guest and the letters VIP.
They will be directed away from the common area to a large tent. This is the VIP area. Inside the tent, on the back wall, is a wall of monitors. All boasting various angles from different rooms. So, should they chose not to enter the house, they can enjoy the horror in the comfort of various plush couches and love seats.

The scent of the polish sausages with peppers and onions lures him in. Drawn to its intoxicating scent like a moth to the deadly flame. His stomach growls as he dutifully pays the entry fee.
He practically elbows his way through the crowd to get to the cocession stand. He smiles to the lady, who is smiling at him to order.
"Yeah, let me get some of those sausages and um, a Dr.Pepper."
The red-headed gothic girl tall and slender nods. She takes his money and instructs him to get his food at the next window. The next window has a sign above it reading "Pick-up." He happily gathers his food and drink, weaving his way through the crowd to a table. He sits, he looks up at the haunted house and rolls his eyes. He unwraps the tin foil covering his food and immediately digs in.

From her own private tent she surveys the scene. People have already begun to arrive. People looking for a cheap thrill. She was a bit nervous, it is slow. Only a small crowd is here. The bands are still setting up. Food and drinks are selling rapidly.
Anna steps her thin frame into the VIP tent, watching Natasha pace back and forth. In Anna's hand is a garment bag. Tentatively, she enters the tent. Natasha spins around to look at her.
"Have my cousins arrived?" she inquires sharply. Anna blinks and shakes her head.
"No, would you wish for me to page them?"
Natasha shakes her head, continuing pacing.
"They will show up eventually. They have quite a bit invested in this."
She stops pacing, looking to the garment bag.
"Is that my costume?"
"Yes ma'am, ironed and pressed just the way you like it. Will you be needing my assisstance with your costume?"
"No," Natasha replies to Anna. "Just leave me and contact me on the two-way if any of my cousins or VIP memebers show up."
Anna nods and travels down the hill to the congrigation of people below. Anna is dressed as a sexy devil and Doug can't help but stare. Since she's been ghouled, Doug dare not touch her. But, he spies a look-a-like and chases after her, only to be caught firmly by the arm. Anna glares at him.
"Natasha told you to behave," she seethes. She remembers quite clearly what Doug did to her. Doug growls and rolls his eyes. He casts her a lacivious smile, moving closer. He grabs her waist and pulls her close.
"Help me behave then," he remarks. This behavior only gets him a fist to the jaw. It must be Natasha's blood in Anna as Doug spits out blood into the loose soil. He glares at her.
"If you ever touch me again Doug, I will personally castrate you!"
She storms off, leaving Doug admisted a bemused and tittering crowd.
Anna moves through the crowd. Kids stop by and trick or treat. An old man happily passes out candy. He is placed out front by the gate. She smiles, heading on to her orginal task. She sneaks away from the group, pulling out a hand rolled joint and sighs. She lights it, walking even further away from the group. A putrid, rotten stench hits her and she coughs, waisting a perfectly good hit. She look up at the dark house. She shakes her head and settles down near the fence happily toking away.
Natasha had since dressed and waits for her guests to arrives. She strokes the head of her two new additions, two pure breed doberman pinscers. These are expensives dogs, coming from an illustrious lineage. They are like mirror image pups, black on brown, sleek and powerful. These are attractively commanding dogs. She stands, exiting fro the tent. Her new dogs follow her silently. She is dressed in a long black gown, with a train in the back. Styled like a renisance gown with a umpire waist, sitting neatly under her bust. The sleeves are long and bell shaped, ending in scalloped black silk lace. The body of the dress is black satin, with a black velvet innerlay in the center of her dress. The inlay starts at the collar and comes all the way down to her feet. Strapped to her back are long, elegant, black angel wings. Think the angel wings those victoria secret models wear while they walk the cat walk. Her hair is up, a large pile of curls with spiraled tendrills dripping down over her neck and shoulders. Her make-up is simple, exaggerated eyeliner that sweeps up to a point from the outside corner of her top lid. Her lips are painted cerise red and coated with sparkly lip gloss. She doubts her cousins will dress up, but that doesn't stop her.

He comes strolling in, his chest all puffed out and his confidence on his sleeves. He wears his college letterjacket, because it is important that everyone know he is a football player. It is his status symbol after all. He stops at the gate as the man asks for money. He smirks, giving the man a snide chuckle.

He looks over his shoulder for his thin, alpha kappa beta omega pi gamma girlfriend. He rolls his eyes and pays the man for his ticket. He figures she can get her own. If she wanted him to pay for her way in, she should have kept up. He passes through the gate. He spies a thick girl with a tray of drinks and actually steals one from it. He takes a sip as the girl balks. He scoffs, dropping the drink on her tray causing all the other drinks to spill all over her.

"Damn girl, you need to watch yourself. Fat bitch, get somewhere."

He smirks, the look on her face is classic. He just laughs as she walks off crying. though, part of him hopes her Dad or boyfriend didn't see that. He looks around some, moving away from the crime scene. He stays near the gate just in case his bubble-headed decided to show up.  

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 I arrive bearing a few boxes, very ornate and obviously important. They are all hand crafted and locked, I will not allow anyone to touch them except myself and my family knows what my disappointment will bring should they displease me. I enter through the back, setting the boxes carefully down, out of the way. I would not want anyone to accidentally disturb the contents, it might be disastrous and could well take hours to reign the errant spectre in. That would not do, especially for this evening.

Natasha turns to face Goergio and smiles softly.
"I'm nervous," she blantantly admits. "None of the kindred I invited are here yet."
She sighs and paces a little as her cousin sets up or does what he needs to do.

 I turn from my work and smile faintly, caressing her cheek softly.

"Don't fret my dear, I'm certain everything will be fine. You look absolutely ravishing is there some young man that has captured your eye, I am unaware of," in a playful tone.

"When they start arriving I will need some privacy. I would so hate to be interrupted from my work, its art really and if someone is watching it will foul the performance entirely. The last thing we would want is one of my minions misbehaving..."

She smiles to him softly,"You are too kind my dear. Thank you, but it is halloween and I have always enjoyed the pagentry of it all. I will leave you to your work, I'll make sure no one disturbs you here. I should find Anna, the bands should be playing now."
She flashes him a charming smile before dipping out of the tent. She pulls the zipper down for him. Anna comes trotting back, just in time. Natasha regards her silently. She narrows her eyes to Anna.
"Put a do not disturb sign on this tent. Do not open it, and find me a quiet place to entertain the VIP's until then."
Anna nods, writting all of this down quickly. She follows after Natasha, still writing.
"Why are the bands not playing?" Natasha inquires. Her new friends following her, one to the right and the other to the left.
"Oh!?" Anna seems perplexed. "There was an arguement between bands. One won;t play after the other."
"Have they been paid?"
"Um..." Anna flips through papers. "No, they have not."
"Fine, I'll handle the bands, you deal with what I told you."
Anna nods to Natasha, but stands there as if she was clueless. natasha shoots her a sharp glare.
"Disappear Anna," she snarls. Anna gasps and quickly trots off. Natasha sighs and walks down to the band area where a punk band and the punkability bnand were arguing over who goes on first.
"Gentleman," she says in a slightly raised tone. They continue to argue. Natasha's patience is waining. She whispers something in italian, her dogs look at her intently. She snaps her fingers and those 98 pound doberman start barking, snapping, growling and most of all showing those big white teeth. The band memebers shut up immediately, staring intently at the dogs. "Wonderful, now that I have your attention. Stand down Vulcan, Artemis."
The dogs stand down and she praises them with a simple good dogs.
"You will go in the order I put you in, or you can leave and not get paid. Plain and simple."
She flashes a fake amused smile to them. One band decides it rather not listen to what some gothic angel wanna-be said and starts to pack up. She nods at this.
"Fine, those they stay will get paid double now. I can afford to spread the band funds a little thicker now."
The other bands like this idea. Just throw money at problems until people are happy. Who says money can't buy you happiness? She leaves them as the first band gets on the stage and begins to play. Punk rock blares through speakers at the stage.  
Meanwhile, Anna has put a Do Not Disturb sign on the tent. She moves back down the concrete stairs, spiraling down the hill toward the festivities. The Punk music is okay, not something she much cares for. She flips through some papers until she comes across the layout of the house.
There is nothing. She glances over the major congregation. She knows it would be grossly improper to expect the VIP's to sit next to non-VIP's. She watches as Natasha moves into the crowd. Anna is begining to sweat.  

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Steven stands at the gte while he waits for his girlfriend to show up. But, he spots a leggy red head pass him by and he smirks. He wolf whistles at her. She gives him the bird and he grabs his junk.

"Come and get it baby."

She ignores him. He rolls his eyes, looking to the gate and then to his watch.

"Com'on bitch, hurry up."

 We have been driving at a good speed the Exige freeing Valentine of any inhibitions at not knowing where they were exactly going. With Goldfrapp's 'Ride your White Horse' blasting, the windows down and his driving gloves and glasses on he is in his element, now just to find this place...

He manages to spot it Jillian nodding in agreement that this is the place. He pulls over, finding a spot to park. He makes certain to park a little ways from the party, but at least his car will be a bit safer. He opens the door after he has removed his driving accoutrements and walks over to open Jillian's and extends a hand,"I believe the party has just arrived," in a snide manner and a wink. "So who's throwing this shindig or is that the surprise? I don't mind either way, just curious..."

Just seconds after Valentine pulls in a stretched black Lincoln will pull in to drop off its occupants. Two bald men built like sides of beef exit the vehicle first and begin scanning the crowd with practiced eyes.

The driver will open the backdoor for the occupants and offer his hand to whichever of Carters daughters will exit first.

Luna steps out first, her peraly white wedge heels touch and click on the asphalt. She smiles softly, looking over to the throng of people and then back to the car.
"Com'on sister," she squeaks lightly. She was bubbling with excitement and joy. "It looks most promising dear Lydia."
She claps her hands together is quick suscessions.

 Having finished the necessary arrangements and getting everything in order I depart the back area, looking for Natasha. She has certainly performed fabulously, the house a perfect example of her dedication and fastidious attention to detail. My part was not complicated, I just hope they will be performing up to their par here, I would hate having to explain that I was displeased.

I have four scattered throughout the house with very explicit instructions on how to amuse our guests. Now Natasha needs to find a proper target for the blood. I need to hand her this jar, it was quite a pain to acquire but if everything goes as planned I might be lucky enough to leave here with another in tow.

I spot her yelling at some servants about a minstrel troupe or something. I walk up, not wanting to steal her thunder and as she finishes I hand her the seemingly empty jar.

"It appears to be nothing, but do not get anything inside near you. The attractions will feel drawn to it, whomever bears the contents will certainly not survive the evening intact," in a low whisper.

"Where are your cousins? They had better have those cadavers ready, I will not allow any of their assinine stupidity ruin this event for us."

From deep inside the house he can hear them, calling, screaming in agony wresting against the chains that bind them to him. They are strong, but not nearly enough for this. A glimpse of the half eaten girl as she wanders the top floor brings a smile upon his lips. Her left half having been chewed away, she can only drag her entrails and useless leg behind her, leaving a trail of gore in her wake like some sick twisted one armed slug.

Preparing cadavers with Alessio has not helped us get any closer. Im pretty sure he wants to kill me and im positive id like to feed him to crows piece by piece. I arrived with the load of cadavers, as i was asked to.

I dont drive unless my immortality depends on it so the man who backs the van up wherever its supposed to be is not me. Ill be the dashing guy in the suit fixing his greasy hair in the passenger seat.

 My attention is brought back to the tent outside where the corpses have been laid out. They have all been prepared previously in my mausoleum to alleviate any last minute problems. I do not like having my family look like idiots.

As I draw the curtain the stench hits me quickly, they have been rotting for a week at least, the air is acrid and smells sweet with a rancid odor. I immediately set them about their tasks commanding them to their locations. I am certain Natasha wants them in their location before things are underway. The bodies Allesio has supplied me with look like some strange collection of med student corpses, all missing various organs and such. It does seem to add to their appearance though and the writhing maggots is icing on the cake.

I spot Antonio and walk over ,"I appreciate your assistance cousin I believe that everyone is starting to arrive on the veranda in front should you wish to join them, have your cousin introduce you."

 

the jar is handed to her, she loos at it. Holding it up to inspect the jar. She nods, she should find a safe place for this or else hold it all night long. Where is Anna? Has she gone off for another joint, pill, or whatever? That girl's drug habit might end her career with Natasha.
She grabs her skirts in her hands and marches back up to the tent. She enters the tent and looks around at those who are gathered.
"Hello cousins," she smiles to them. "Goergio, there is a storage tent near by for your things that way they won't be disturbed when the other VIP members arrive."

Jillian steps out with Valentine... Dressed finely of course... and looks to him with a smirk..

"Our dear friends the Giovanni.... With that knowledge, its sure to be charming..."

She glances around, crinkling up her nose at the acrid smell of carnival food and... stuff... But she brushes it off, putting her smiling face back on.


"After you, my love. Now that we're here, I say we simply explore."

Lydia climbs out after her sister, clutching onto her arm with a grin as she looks around.

"How pretty!"

Sasha has been hovering just inside the entrance for fifteen minutes, chain-smoking and using her charms on the boy they keep sending over to tell her that she must go to the observation-room to smoke.

She really has very little desire to be here, but the Prince is often... difficult to reach by conventional means, and she promised Mr. Crewe an Introduction. She will wait patiently, or at least patiently for her, until Carter makes it inside. She sees no reason to go back out there if she does not have to.