The Sinister Ball [Open]

Charity events were usually held by rich pigs simply looking to find a place on a social ladder amongst their peers. This specific one wasn't so different, but the fact it was a large dance open to the common public who paid top dollar to enter, was enough to show it wasn't so secluded. The big wigs that took to the dance floor and did their two step played no interest to a certain woman that watched from the second floor. With flaming long red hair and a stunning green dress that matched her elbow long gloves, the mysterious woman would kneel over on the railing with a smile. Upon her face was a green mask that partially covered her eyes with a glitter design to catch the eyes of the people attending the dance. Those too interested in money paid no mind to the woman, but those like herself, who weren't the spoiled rich, would easily spot her out the crowd. Various en walked by the woman giving her glances of interest, and she returned the glances with her own seductive gaze. She seemed to have a talent with seducing the foolish heart of most men. That's how she got into such a dance, afterall. She had no money to spend, so instead, she used the benefits of tagging along with a billionaire that wanted a girl on each of his arms. Sad, pathetic, and hilarious. Lifting a hand to her lips, the pale red headed woman would giggle while watching the social pigs scamper over one another on the dance floor. Little did they know in the coming months, hell was to be let loose upon their small worlds.

Lady sat for what seemed like hours in her place of joy, which was on a street corner relaxing....A odd place to be, but it is where she felt at home, across an old mattress she layed there half asleep. Waiting for anything or anyone to come by, this was quite the odd placement for her. Infact she'd recently stolen a pair of brand new clothes from Macey. What she was wearing was a long black dress, that slightly shimmered under the light. A odd thing for her to steal, but she didn't know what the difference in what was regular clothing and what was considered fancy. She wore no shoes, well she had grabbed some, but they were broke by her feet and tossed under a nearby garbage can. She slowly made her way up, getting up to two feet, she moved and wiped her eyes, letting out a slight moan. Her vision was still blurry, but as she was standing there try to adjust her vision. A man dressed in a suit walked by, her...seeing the beautiful girl standing there in the alley way, caught his attention. "Hey what are you doing" The man asked. "What I don't know, I just woke up here." she responded. She was still out of place from just waking up and had forgot what she did to get there. Her mind started churning and crushed what she had recently said, but the man already began to speak. "I don't have time for this, but I really need a date. My girl bailed on me, I know you just got mugged or whatever...but here come with me." The young man lead her to a store across the street, it was infact the Macys she had recently stolen from. The man jogged into the store waving up front, the cashier just nodded. He came back with a woman, she quickly lead her to a strange area with chairs and mirrors. She was sat down and 3 women quickly began patting her face and messing with her hair. They even sprayed a strange liquid on her hair. After about 10 mins of whatever they were doing, they seemed to stop fiddling with her, they all smiled as the young man came by, handing her a pair of black shoes. He barked "Quickly put these on, we gotta had back across the street to the party." Lady was quite frightened by all this movement and strange makeups being caked on. Herself couldn't tell, but she had become a beauty, the women just smiled at there work of art. While the man, looked stunned..he even dropped his wallet, as he was about pay the stylist, he quickly picked it up. By then Emelie had already fixed the shoes, they were high heels, but her body seemed to already know the layout of them and comfortable conformed with them. After the man finished paying and they began leaving the store, he said "I'm John, whats your name?" he said in a rushed and hefty breathing voice. " I don't know" Lady replied. They zoomed across the street, almost being hit by a few cars who honked and yelled at the people. "Hmm, Sandra that's your name, for now!" he said. His selfishness to not miss the party would cause Lady not to be able to go to a hospital or anywhere to find out who she was and what happened to her. They reached a large man, who was dressed in black and his head shinned bright, "Pass" the big man asked. John, rifled through his pockets grabbing two tickets and handed it to the man, he quickly let them through the large double doors, that looked of gold. There were signs that pointed upwards, John motioned towards them, Sandra quickly followed him up the stairs. A couple men had began to look at her pure beauty and a few women even gave her snarls. She noticed this but had no clue what to do, she just kept letting herself get dragged up the stairs by the stranger. They finally arrived upstairs, many people kept snaring at her. She was really unsure of why people were doing that, some looked at her beauty other suprizzed and the women snarled at her. In her area she seemed to be the center of attention. John eventually stopped her and walked over "I'll be back" he said, leaving the area. John mostly likely infact wouldn't come back her was just a tool to be used as a impression, treating Sandra like a tool. He walked over waving at a friend and joined a circle of big Whigs. She was left near the edge by herself, although there was one other women nearby, with vibration hair. John and his friend began moving down stairs, laughing, he motioned at her to stay put. She was fine with that, she had no where to go. It was her and a strange woman with red hair and a colorful green dress, she was leaning over, somewhat chuckling to herself. Sandra payed no attention to her, she just sat there a few feet away, awkwardly. A few other were upstairs but where quite a ways away. She thought she should say something, but most likely she'd muffle something and come off as a weirdo. The man John was now on the dance floor below, she most likely wouldn't see him for a while, she stood there in the awkward silence, that was only muffled by the ball. Sandra just looked at the ground, starring at it intensely. "This is boring" she muffled. John had just used her to impress his other friends, she was to naive to relaize thats why he brought her. The men when they had walked by made jokes, like score, where'd you find that?. She didn't know what they meant, but they jeered at her. His task was accomplished and thats why now she'd been left up there bored and somewhat alone.

"I think the word you're looking for is 'mundane.' Or perhaps color-less in this situation." The woman in green over heard the other's phrase regarding the ball. "You can wear all the make up in the world, but you won't fool me. You're not the type to come here to flaunt a social ego." The woman in green would reach over her shoulder and grab a glass of wine off a tray a waiter was carrying. Taking the glass to her lips, she lifted it slowly to take a small sip from the sweet liquid. Lowering the glass from her lips, her eyes would spot the man the woman had entered the ballroom with. "Seems to me you were more of an accessory than a date. Don't be such a tool to these social climbing pigs." The woman in green would take another swig from the glass before letting a sly smile come across her pale face. "Take advantage of the situation. I'm pretty sure if you get his wallet you'll be living easy for the next few weeks. Especially since these social climbers are all about egos and appearances. He wouldn't dare want his friends knowing his "date" got the best of him." The pale faced woman would place her glass down on the railing before shifting a gaze towards the woman. "Alittle kiss there. Tug here..and it'll be quite easy to get what you want. The consequences of capture don't outweigh the thrill of success. Trust me, I know first hand." The woman in green would press off the railing and head towards the stairs to get to the dance floor.

The women talked giving her various advice on the situation, she wanted her to steal. Take something from the man who gave her these nice things, even though she could have just stole them herself, it was still a nice jester. She really didn't know what she meant that the man was just using her, but she made it seemed like she earned her way to steal from him. The woman was very conniving with her words, Sandra infact bought into the whole thing. "Steal I must steal from him" she whispered. She followed the woman down the stairs, she wasn't really sure where she was leading her. Or even if she wanted her to come with her. Sandra just walked with her, unsure of what was going on with her, she just kept her mouth shut and followed downstairs. Not really sue if the girl wanted her to just walked down there and steal it, in all honesty she had no idea how or what to do. Sandra felt like if she tried kissing up on the man she'd just make a fool of herself. As she recalls she still hasn't kissed anyone before. She was just a simpleton who couldn't do anything, is what she thought. Maybe the lady would see a spark in her. Sandra just followed the lady like a lost puppy dog. They reached the dance floor, a classical song was on and many of the rich people danced on the floor with a date of sort, the not so rich generally just kinda of sat there not really having a place in the 'fancy'
music. Sandra peered down looking for the man.

The red haired woman did not suspect the other to follow her like a puppy, but it didn't matter. As she made it to the dance floor, the woman in green immediately headed towards the male she had entered with. At the moment he was dancing with a young Russian model that was an up and coming actress in the states; luckily the woman and red wasn't the jealous type. She was on a mission, so caring about a social pig dancing with another woman was the least of her concerns. Instead, she'd walk behind him and embrace him from behind. She was seductive, and played this to her advantage, as he looked over his shoulder at her with a smile. "You wouldn't mind if I used your phone for a second, would you? It won't take long, hehe.." The pale faced woman gave a slight giggle as the man reached into his pocket and removed his cellphone with a smile. Taking it with a swift grab, the red haired woman would give a wink and scurry off towards the women's bathroom. Once entering the bathroom, the woman would close and lock the door from the inside. Looking through the room, she'd make sure everything was clear. Luckily it was. Reaching up and pulling the red wig off her head, the woman's dark hair would fall down to her upper neck. A crooked smile came across her face as she began to rip off her green dress and reveal the usual Jester outfit she wore when committing a crime. Now it was time for the final part. Lifting the cellphone to her ear after a dialing a few numbers, the phone would ring for a second before someone to pick up on the other end. "You're good to go."


Meanwhile traveling through the sewer system below the city streets, a small platoon of German soldiers would be led by the unstable robot princess herself: Alice. It took top class connections to smuggle enough German soldiers into the states without taking up suspicion from the authorities. It was even more difficult to get the weaponry smuggled into the states, but with connections that involved the criminal underground, with top dollar it was practically easy. Criminals weren't complicated, and money motivated them to even betray their country. The robotic Alice would hang up the phone in her hand and toss it back to one of the German soldiers. The man caught it easily, obviously trained in hand eye coordination. The small platoon with a minimum of ten well trained soldiers would suddenly stop within a specific sewer tunnel. Alice would place a ear against the wall, like she could actually hear, and would give a few nods. "Yes Yes, this is the right area! We must hurry! Hurry hurry hurry!" The soldiers looked towards one another before making their move. They'd begin to line the walls with pounds of C4 that would surely cause the tunnels to collapse. The group would run back to the end of the tunnel to clear the distance and wait for the signal to blow the tunnel.


Walking into a stall, the gdark haired woman would reach up towards a vent and open it slowly. Reaching in, she'd grab a bag of supplies and pull it down into the bathroom. Shuffling through the supplies, she'd begin to arm herself with her weaponry. The woman was prepared for this ball, and thus set this up beforehand. It took much planning to perform an inside job. Once getting her materials together, she'd walk back towards the door and slowly unlock it. Opening it slightly, the woman would roll a white phosphorous smoke grenade into the ball room, and watch it begin to spread out and engulf the crowd in its white haze, making an effective smoke screen.

Red Haired Woman Skills:

She watched the young lady move swiftly and elegantly, downwards. She approached a man and spoke a few words, giggled a bit and her hand snatched some object from the man. Sandra wasn't really sure what was going on, she just simplely followed, while still looking around for the man. She wanted to steal from him, yet it seemed the woman's coxing had gotten her to want, no feel too steal from the man. When in reality she could careless about the money or anything of that sort. A few men as the were walking had sneared at the two, giving them a few 'looks'. Overall they moved through the area untouched. The women she was following quickly moved into the bathroom and slammed the door, not allowing for her to enter with her. She heared the click of a lock and some odd noises from inside. Sandra stood around for what seemed like hours to her, but really was only a small amount of time. She waited and waited until the door unlocked, a small tube shot across the floor dinking and began to release large amounts of gas into the air. She wasn't sure what was going on, but in shear fear she rushed the door. The woman was sitting in her way, Sandra was unsure of what to do. The young girl looked excited as she watched the gas fill the air, she could almost hear her laugh. Sandra had tried to pull it open, but stopped once seeing the woman there, she just sat at the entrance staring at the woman. She was quite beautiful, but she then realized that it wasn't the other red haired woman, this one was in some kind of outfit. With black hair not red, this peaked her interest in her. She was very pretty yet seemed to have some menachile look to her. "Nice smoke, Its very pretty" she said. She said this with complete seriousness, this would throw any person off. This woman although was not average, whoever she was. It would be interesting to hear her responded.

The Jester would close the door to the bathroom infront of the woman's face and lock the door once again. Backing away from the door, she'd have her handgun at the ready rubbing the back of her next with her free hand. "That chick is such a weirdo. And that means something coming from me, Hahahah!" The pale faced woman laughed to herself, as she kept her gun towards the door waiting the inevitable "boom" that would be coming soon. And right on cue, throughout the coughing and agonizing screams from the guests caught in the white haze of smoke, the ground beneath them would begin to cave in from explosions that rocked the foundation from beneath the ground. Those that did survive the smoke and explosions would be rushing the doors trying to escape what was currently transpiring within the ballroom. Those that attempted to flee were shot on sight by the metallic Alice that had made her way onto the scene by the rather large hole in the ground. Following behind the robotic woman would be soldiers geared up specifically so the white haze wouldn't hinder eyesight, nor reach them towards the outer perimeter of the room.. Firing a few rounds up to get everyone's attention, the soldiers would let the robotic Malice take the stand. The robot wasn't effected by the white haze, seeing how she had entered the room out of its range from the gaping hole in the ground. Launching herself up to the second floor, the robotic female would being to talk to the remaining guests. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I heard there was a tea party going on here, and I didn't get invited! Now that's not fair! I love tea!" The robotic mistress danced upon the railing, wrapping herself in curtains that were used for decoration and playing like a child. The remaining people, who were left alive, were huddling together and staying down. They wouldn't want to agitate the robotic princess and force her to take more lives. "Now I'm not the type to hold a grudge, so I'm letting you all off the hook! You can join me for my tea party!" The robotic princess began to clap to herself. "All ya has tah dooo is go into that big hole in the floor and follow us back to the party! It's gonna be sooo fun!...Those who decide not to accept my invitation..will be shot on sight."

Meanwhile in the bathroom, the Jester thought this time was as good as any to leave the party. Sadly, she was only there to start the party, not finish it. Jumping onto a stall, she'd go back towards the vent she had stored her weaponry in when she first arrived. Pressing up on the filter, she'd press it aside to create an entrance into the shaft, which would ultimately lead to an exit out the building.

Alice:

Boom BOOM booom! The center area of the floor caved in lucky, Sandra had stupidly followed the lady towards the bathroom and her area seemed to be somewhat stable. She stood at the end watching the death and destruction take hold. It didn't register with her, she just stood there watching. She even let out a sigh, "boriing" she muttered "Nothing fun ever happens." Sandra stood there watching the total destruction happen. Many people were crying and running away from the people, many were being shot down. In fact it seemed like more were being shot then reasoned with. Over the gunshots and various other noises it was hard for anyone to make out anything that was going on.

Sandra stood there in the center stage to the madness, she wasn't sure what to do. She stood there with a pacular look almost looking interested in what was going on. She by now couldn't see much, but something odd happened it felt like her vision changed thing began to flash into her eyes as a yelllow color. She'd remained unharmed by the chaos, as she stood still and didn't move she just watched. After most of the people were dealt with or they had become killed. A few rounds popped in the air, a small group had huddled over in a area. In the blood bath of the place they were the last alive. She could sense there hearts beating fast and strong. The consisted mostly of men who most likely used woman as shields or something else to survive this or someone who stood hiding. But now they were caroled together. She stood a 10 meters away from them and they stood a few more meters away from the woman Alice. The woman now began to speak, besides slight wincing and crying, she was the solid voice. The group of people slowly began to move towards a few men tried to run away, but were sensually killed. She herself now was in amusement and amazement clapping a couple of times, she felt at home in the terror, has she found her place?

Emelie walked forward towards the small area, "Well that was fun, what adventure are we having next!" she bolstered this slightly loud, in a cheery voice. She kept heading downwards towards the area, but with a skip in her step. She seemed to enjoy the destruction, it almost felt like her home. The other people or the small amount of womans makeup was running and they were crying and sobbing. The men winced and looked scared out of her mind. But Emelie besides a few smudges of dirt, she looked fine and smiled her whole down the big hole.

Spoiler:

Samael had spent the day wandering through DC, and had initially cancelled his plans to attend the ball. There was too many to do and plenty of sinners to find just wandering DC. But eventually he changed his mind – the charity event would be sure to have many of the rich and wicked who were attempting to fool the world with their charity while they committed atrocities behind the scenes.

So instead he had attended the charity event and early on in the night he found several would-be targets, their information quietly filed away for later where Samael might pay them visits at their homes or places of business and do the Lord’s work. He made his way from person to person, group to group, blending in and chatting. He was dressed in a beautiful white tuxedo that only made him stand out slightly amongst the various costumes of this ball, where everyone was trying to be seen.

But then someone had to go and ruin it. Samael’s back was to the bathroom area as the smoke grenade was tossed, but the screaming quickly alerted him. He turned around and watched as the smoke seemed to fill a bit of the air and for the moment he had no clue what had caused it. Then the center of the room seemed to explode, parts of the floor caving in, explosions, and debris flying. A piece of two came towards Samael but he very carefully got out of the way and gave them a little mental shove so they wouldn’t actually hit him.

People began to panic and run for the exits, Samael was about to calmly do the same when the men appeared, gunning several of them down. Samael’s eyes went wide, and then narrowed. These were his wicked to punish. Not their’s. Who were they anyways? And finally another figure emerged, this one was…. Odd. Samael sensed nothing from her. A robot? Playing like this? Taunting? What the hell?

For now, he played along, looking like one of the confused guests, and he stayed with the main group of them that seemed to crowd together, watching and waiting to see what would happen next.

As the people began to file their way down into the service tunnels beneath ground level, a man in a white tuxedo would catch the eye of the Android. Apparently he was just watching this like it was a show. Make no mistake, Alice was a fan of the theatrics, but going against her demands ushered a one way trip into dementia. The android slid down the railing towards the man in the white tuxedo and would pull out her vorpal blade. Pointing it towards the man, she'd point towards the hole where the rest of the survivors were being hoarded. "Hurry Hurry! We mustn't be late! Down the rabbit hole you must go! Where it will lead you, no one will know!" The childish robot would twirl to her own words as the German soldiers began to place charges upon the main support beams of the room. Apparently they planned on bringing down the whole house, more or less. Once placing the charges, the soldiers would begin to run down into the tunnels, and Alice would follow close behind.

Jesteria, by this time, would have crawled through the ventilation shafts to find freedom. Kicking her way to the outside world, the clown would fall out and into the dark alley way on the side of the building. Once clearing the building, the pale jester would remove a phone from her belt and dial a specific three numbers. Dropping the cellphone as it dialed, the woman would remove her grappling hook and use it to access the rooftops. Not waiting around, she'd begin to traverse them to leave the scene of the crime.

Meanwhile under the same very building, the German soldiers and Alice would be taking a head count in the tunnels. All those who decided to be hard of hearing, and remain in the ballroom, would have been shot point blank and left to die. The rest would be untouched, however. They had their own uses soon enough. The night was young, after all! Once switching locations, then the true games could begin. An all out attack in the streets of DC.

Emelie herself kept pressing forward trying to figure out why they were moving into this rabbit hole. She herself quickly had caught up with the small group of people. Not many had made it out alive consider the large number of people in the ballroom. Emelie quickly moved forward she kept her movement to catch up with the group and would quickly follow them down the odd hole. They robot kept her cheery voice in a almost fun manner. Emelie was now surround by the group and in the center. Most of them had keep in a circle and crouched a bit down and most were crying still. Which kind of anoyyed Emelie, but she kept her mouth shut. They now where being lead down the hole and could see what looked like a quite odd place. But it was not for her to judge and she only followed the huddle group. She heard the German guards mutter a few things, she made sure to take notice of what they said. Now that they were safely hide away into the wreck of a place and they started to take a head count of the people which only totaled in a lowly number. Emelie spoke up, "Say what do you want with us. All the exciting things and no explanation, I hope you can afford one now? I am quite interested in whats going on here? It seems like a hole lot of FUN!" She asked with a devilish smile and looked act the robot woman, "I mean after all this death, it seems you keep a few of us alive, for a good reason I hope" she said in a cheery voice. The small number of people reacted in disgust by her question. They seemed repulsed by her odd question and most of them moved away from Emelie. Emelie dress was still quite ragged, but she was still more beautiful then most woman on the planet. Which is suprissing after all the dust and various other things that would ugly a woman up. Yet she stayed perfectly beautiful, even with the dust marks and rips. She stared at the robotic woman, in complete ignorant bliss, just looking oh so excited for her response.

Spoiler:

This stuff had all gone to hell in a hand basket pretty quick. There were people dead everywhere, some crazy german guys had shot them down, and a maniacal robot was apparently taking them all to a mad hatter tea party down in lala Alice in Wonderland-land. Samael wanted to do something to stop it all, but right now with this many people it might not be such a good idea – and he wanted to find out what their wicked little plan was.

It seemed like he had waited too long, and the robot turned her attention to him, commanding him to the hole with everyone else. He did his best to look surprised and he scurried over towards the hole even as he watched the crazy germans start to plant charges in the room. Looks like they were about to cause some major trouble…

As he moved in to blend with the group he heard a voice, and looking towards it his eyes widened. Was it the girl from earlier? For now he didn’t say anything, but what was she possibly doing here and why in the world did she think this was all fun?

A single German soldier would remain in the ballroom with the detonator to the charges, while the rest of the group would now be walking in the service tunnels. Keeping the hostages infront, the soldiers would follow behind with their guns drawn. The robot would be towards the center of the soldiers, almost skipping with every step. When one of the hostages began to question her, the robotic Alice would tilt her head. "Didn't Alice already tell you why she was bringing you all down here?! Tea Party Tea Party!" The deranged robot spoke about herself in third person. Obviously trying to talk to her was going to have confusing results. "Alice keeps you all alive because it's much easier to drink tea alive than dead. Trust me, I tried to get a dead guy to drink tea. No fun No fun No fun!" The German soldiers couldn't believe they had been ordered to follow this deranged robot around. Pointing her vorpal blade forward, the robotic Alice would stomp her feet. "Now keep walking till we reach the end of the tunnel! Then the real fun begins! Heheha!" The demented robot would giggle as the soldiers began to signal for the hostages to begin walking once again.

Meanwhile on the surface, the number the Jester had dialed was 911 before leaving the cellphone behind. It didn't take long before the cops and swat began to swarm over the area after getting multiple reports of gunfire. Setting up shop outside the building, the police would attempt to get in contact with whoever was in the building. As they looked through the various windows and doors, they literally saw no one within. It was only a matter of time before a team was sent in to investigate the disturbance. The moment the majority of the team entered the building, the German soldier that stayed behind would trigger the charges and drop the entire building on top of their head. This blocked off the tunnel entrance while burying a decent amount of cops. One life for many.

(Gonna continue this in a mission topic)