[ Post a Response | Role Play Board ]
Posted by Purple Man
on 4/9/2009, 3:42 am
67.184.84.43
It’s just another sizzling night in the new fashion capital, South Beach, Florida. The evening sparkles with the neon glow of art deco hotels and the throbbing sound of Latin music pouring into the streets from every decadent night club along the crowded strip.
A dazzling ivory limousine streaks through traffic towards it’s destination, one of the most fashionable and desirable neighborhoods in the world, South of Fifth or SoFi as it’s better known. The limo comes to a screeching halt in front of The Apogee Penthouse, the crown jewel of condominiums in South Florida.
The chauffer scurries to open the car door and is pushed aside by two queens of the glamour empire.
“I have never been so insulted in my entire career, Tyra!”
“Don’t you worry, Heidi girl we will get to the bottom of this, right here, right now!”
The two super models dressed in the most stunning designer attire march into the lobby of the Apogee followed by their ante rage. Tyra reaches the night guard first and states her demands.
“Get me to this so-called “private party” on the top floor NOW or heads will roll!”
The fashion mogul towers over the unsuspecting underpaid guard as he nervously buzzes for the elevator. Heidi turns on her stilettos and orders her minions to back off.
“We’ll take it from here. Wait for us outside.”
The two divas impatiently wait inside the gold plated elevator as it rises up to the requested floor.
“Who the hell is throwing this party?” Tyra blurts out as she touches up her perfectly sculpted hair.
“Adriana, called me from here about half an hour ago. She said someone by the name of Zeth or Zed invited her and Gisele, Kate, Petra, Laetitia… practically all of the girls at the convention up to his penthouse apartment!”
“All except US? That don’t fly with me, sister! Whoever this “Jeb” is, he will be getting an earfull from me, then his little party is gonna be canceled!”
The ladies prepare to raid the elite gathering as the elevator doors open wide revealing an open-air pool party with the who’s who of the fashion world. Across the vast in-ground pool, the band U2 was setting up for another set of music while Kid Rock was spinning tunes. The two ladies were stunned at how many people actually fit in the notorious penthouse. Breaking through the crowd of bikini clad super models and designers, Elle McPherson and Naomi Cambell pulled the uninvited guests into the swarm.
“I’m so glad you made it!!! Come on we have to introduce you to Zeb!!”
The two ladies were pulled through the tightly packed emaciated bodies. Finally arriving at a set of glass doors that sprung open into an Italian marble laid balcony. At the far end of the balcony a horde of women engulfed a man sitting on a throne-like directors chair.
Naomi got the attention of the crowd as she made the presentations,
“Tyra, Heidi, may I present our gracious host, the marvelous, Mr. Zebediah Killgrave!!!”
The gathered mass begrudgingly stepped aside to reveal the Purple Man in a long purple smoking jacket sitting proudly with open arms.
“My dear ladies, welcome to my little get together! Please forgive me if I overlooked you both earlier today when I stumbled upon the delightful “super model convention”.”
A hush fell on to the gathered as they waited for the two party crasher’s response. The ladies approached the directors chair and as Tyra was about to unload…
“I, I, I can’t remember what I was going to say….”
The confused look on her face and the blank stare in Heidi’s eyes was exactly what Mr. Killgrave was waiting for. He stood up and took both of their hands and led them towards the pool area.
“Now, now my lovelies, no need for words tonight, we are all here to enjoy ourselves!” The music stopped as Zebediah and his models made their way poolside. He took a deep breathe and glanced at the perfect blank faces that he so effortlessly gathered. They all watched his lips waiting for the next syllable he would utter.
He sauntered over to the edge of the railing that overlooked the ocean view. The wind was calm the waves whispered below. The Purple Man thought to himself,
“I could easily ask them all to jump over this railing…and like lemmings they would do it.”
He shook off his devilish thought and turned to the perfect women in front of him.
“Ladies, ladies and gents, it is too hot up here! Why don’t you all take off those stuffy swimsuits and enjoy the cool water of my pool!”
Instantly, 300 bikini tops and bottoms were flung off as the bodies splashed into the water. Laughter and music filled the air once again. Killgrave’s maniacal laughter overpowered them all.
Until the glass doors to his balcony came crashing down.
A mysterious figure stood in its place.
“Oooops! Was I supposed to bring my own booze????”
To be continued….
Message Thread:
« Back to thread