Fatal Advent presents: HOOOUUSE PARRTAAAY

[Lord of Chaos]

"Sounds like fun, I'm glad I came to visit my aunt and cousin after all."

He smiled for a moment as he looked up, seeing that he was near his intended destination. With him, he had brought some "friends" -- two bottles of jagermeister, three bottles of Ketel One Vodka, a bottle of Cap'n, and some Mike's Hard Lemonade for anyone that wished to have it. Thing was, if the cops caught him, it would be bad -- in fact, he could see the comedy ensuing, as how he'd have to run like a black man running from the cops after raping a white girl. His senses were kept calm by the music blaring in the self-installed system of his baby -- one of three, but his personal favorite, a '72 Dodge Charger complete with restored Hemi, that was black with raven blue twinstripes down the hood (which I'm proud to say I actually own). He zoned into the lyrics of the song, "Get Even" :

With these milky lips
We're kissing violence
On these loving tongues
we burn up kings

Turn your f*cking cheek
I'm gonna drive the knife through
Your stench of deceit
Before you get a chance to

Your sharp intellect
With crippling silence
Slip between the sheets
Stealthy compliance

Den of lying snakes
Two-faced junky social whores
Mandrake concentrate
I'll give you f*cking sores

Shadow whisper breaking chalice
Burning candle blackened malice
Casting circles weeping callous (don't get mad)
Voodoo pinning devil jealous (get even)

first light a fire
next wicked speak
burn singe the hair
vex seal with spit

I am your sweet regret
With protective shell
Gently drag you down
though this dirty hell

Blood brothers, narcissism
Duplicity isn't new
spit sisters, egotism
Watch me while I throttle you

Full of frailty
Growing desperate
To insanity
Pervert flesh on a plate

Scream out treachery
Everyone likes to look
They just want to see you
Dancing on a meat hook

Dance of darkness beats
Spent words misconstrued
Under dermis seethes
Entertainment for the few
Mouth loaded with a gun
Trap door with vocal chords
God puppet beats a drum
Entertainment for the bored
Zombie doll with wings
Feasting on rot
Evil siren sings
cast the fat lot
Vulture rip away
Scavenging parasite
Full blown soul decay
Under the silver knife

He sang along the entire time, until he found himself at Chris' house. Chris played the part of Fatal Advent, a friend and oft-common ally off of the KHI Hell that he attended weekly on the least. Kegan finally sighed and turned the music down as he turned his car off, grabbing the bag of "friends" and walking up to the door. He noted that others were here, wondering who they were for a moment, until a midget jumped out of a nearby bush and handed him a notecard that had two names on it:

Cortney
CaLeb

"Hhmm, cool."

Then, he blinked and realized that a midget had just jumped out of a bush. "What the f--", he was cut off by surprise as the midget had disappeared from sight. He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, before he reached up with his left foot, smacking in the door, as he burst into the room, his straight almost black brown hair falling into his deep blue eyes.

"Hey guys! I brought friends -- Jager, Ketel, Mike, and the Cap'n!", he nodded to them before setting the supplies down on the counter nearby, before looking up and listening to the music. "Chris, you didn't tell me you listened to crap... alas, all is fine I suppose." He shrugged momentarily before he looked around. "What'd you do with the food, or do I have to buy everything? Oh... and did you hire a midget to give people notecards with random yet needed information? Cause I coulda swore...", he turned his head back towards the door as he said it.

[Dr. Freeman]

"Of course you have to buy it. You're like what? Five years older than us? Oh, I saw the midget to. No clue who he was."

Dillon walked into the room, his long dirty blonde hair swaying back and forth as his feet rhythmatically hit the floor. His blue eyes pierced through air, and stared directly at caleb. His hands shuffled around in his pants pockets. He had brought dice with him, as something that might be some fun later on, or just soemthing that would keep his hands busy.

His brown pants hung lazily down his legs, until they casually hit his black and white converse. The shoes snug his feet comfortably, and he liked the feeling of having the side of his feet compressed by the leather in his shoes. Felt friggin good.

His green shirt also hung as lazily as his pants, and he gave off a vibe that said "I just follow whatever's goin on. As long as it's fun". He didn'nt have to say it really, it just broadcasted itself.

He stepped forward, sitll looking at CaLeb. And then, his lips formed into a small smirk, as his first thought was one that was full of lulz.

"Are you two gay lovers? Caleb, I knew you had booty calls, but damn."

[Ric]

Suddenly, under the bathroom door, a steady stream of thick white smoke entered the room, a delicious smell entering the air. Slowly the door opened, and with every inch, more of the white smoke poured out. A large, black silhouette appeared at the entrance of the door, the smoke beginning to clear. Suddenly, a coughing. "Holy shit, man. How the hell did I get here?" the silhouetted man spoke. The smoke began to clear and the man stumbled out. "Nice paaarrrtttyyy" The man held up something: A bong? "Toke has arrived" he announced, the man fixing fashionably named 'Toke' his black hat into a more fitting position. He baggied up his dark grey hoodie, adjusted his dark blue jeans, then dusted off his black osiris’, then continued into the party room, glass bong still in hand.

[Antlion]

Chris was joined by many others, some of who he immediately recognized.

"Caleb. Nice. I assumed you'd get here as soon as possible."

People were entering the house faster than he could greet. Then, suddenly, Kegan, also known as of Lord of Chaos, came in. Before Chris could express his happiness that one of his old mentors had come in, he was already being harassed for his choice of music and lack of alcohol.

"Nice to see you, too. I only got my hands on the alcohol that my parent's already had. But by the looks of it, you set us up quite nicely."

Suddenly, a midget ran out of one of his hedges, jumped, and crashed into the window, and was knocked unconcious. I guess that means people will have to greet themselves, now. Damn, never hire midgets. Other than comic relief, they have no true value.

Afterwards, he was greeted by a thick fog of smoke coming from the downstairs bathroom, and another member arrived.

"Wtf dood, dis aint no fantasy RP kk?" was all Chris could muster. But, I digress.

"Well, don't get too wasted yet, guys. I have a whole room full of instruments and shit, who here can play bass guitar? And drums? We need some real, live music, so if you are interested follow me. But if ANYONE touches my Les Paul, I will f*cking kill you. Thanks."

[Sir Meta Knight]

Oh lookie har, here comes the failer.

SMK, the kid who every member of KHI thinks is a stupid idiot at life, appeared. He slipped into the party, silently, without being noticed. Although he was an actual person, he had decided to take a form he liked the most - that of Sir Meta Knight. The big blue oval had gone unnoticed for reasons unknown to man, but it involved a Somebody Else's Problem field and some chickens. (lawlz Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference). The blue puffball could only be noticed in the Somebody Else's Problem field if someone managed to glance at his exact spot right out of the corner of their eye. The genius of Galactic invention; so much better than an invisibility field and not nearly as physics-inducing, like bistromathematics (lawlz moar Guide to the Galaxy references).

So anyway, the failer comes in, and no one notices him. SMK saw LoC entering, as well as Caleb and a variety of others, with FA greeting them all. SMK didn't do alcohol (lawlz 13 you idiots), but he could steal some. That would just piss everyone off, and they wouldn't notice it due to the Somebody Else's Problem field, which prevented them from noticing it. For all they knew, the bottles would poof, right in front of their faces, annoying LoC immensely, and unless LoC happened to chance to look at the exact spot SMK was standing on, he wouldn't know a thing. Grinning, SMK waddled up to LoC, invisibal, and took all his alcohol. Then he chucked it out the window, where it smashed into the midget and hurt him like hell. Unless the midget had a steel head. Which SMK doubted. SMK's real name was actually Paul, and he will be referred to that throughout this. .__.

Don't make fun of the name. He knew it sucked. D:

(yeah, I'm not funny. :/)

[Antlion]

lol oh hey bump lets get participation for major funnys thanks

[Azanulbizare]

Azanulbizare puts on his robe and wizard hat.

[Lord of Chaos]

Before thinking, Kegan reflectively reached up with his foot and kicked Paul before he grabbed his sack of alcohol back.

"Dude, not hard to see that a bag of alcohol is MOVING."

He turned back to listen to Chris say he had a room full of instruments. He ran outside to his car and came back with his favor steel blue k7, signed by Jonathan Davis and Munky of Korn. He strummed a few chords before he looked at Chris. "Used to have my own band dude, gimme a song or something and I can play. "

He went and sat his guitar down and looked around for a moment before he looked back at the others, particularly one guy who came out of the bathroom. "Wait... what...", he stuttered for a moment before he grabbed a bottle of jagermeister and starting swigging from it. "Now if we just had some Red Bull, could do some Jager Bombs...but oh well."

[KHFanatic4565]

Life had been boring thus far. Having been travelling around for quite sometime, (insert name here) was bored. He had seen it all before, from his own travels. However, he was bored.

'Being repetitive will not get you anywhere.'

"Shut up," the young man who wore a cargo hat responded with venom. Oh how he hated the narrator!!! That annoying voice that he could hear in his head. If it had a neck, he would throttle it. It didn't however, so he would just tune it out.

If it weren't for his sunglasses, then you could see the irritation in his eyes. That look that said, "Don't speak with me." With a black shirt w/red flames as a part of the design. The jeans that he also wore as an afterthought. Finally, regular tennis shoes w/socks were worn on his feet. Quite simple attire in his eyes.

Walking towards the door, he saw the midget jump out the window. This ended up amusing him/he decided on a choice. While the midget was rising, he took off from his position/caught the midget. Watching it squirm was an annoyance, but he didn't mind as he walked into the building. Looking at all the people in the house, his attitude changed towards a sort of complacent sound as said to them all, "Hello."

[Hip-Hop]

"Shut-up Dillion, look at the door."

Said CaLeb to Dillion, pointing at the door. As he did so three beautiful young ladies walked in: Amanda, Erica, Danielle. Amanda, probably the biggest party girl of the goup, went directly for the alcohol; not to mention she was carrying CaLeb's Sam Adams in her hand. Erica, the one most in love with CaLeb, instinctly went to him and sat on his lap; planting a kiss on his lips as he did so. Then came Danielle, who just came along because Amanda did, and just stood there looking sexy.

Damn, life was good.

CaLeb looked up at the mention of instruments, then told Danielle to go to the car and get his drumsticks. She did so, and came back with his personal pair of drumsticks; the ones with CaLeb engraved in red on one and Weems engraved in black on the other. Twirling them around his fingers with expertise, CaLeb looked over at Chris.

"Just cause I'm black does't mean I can't be in a band man. Show me the set."

He started to get up, but Erica held him down.

"Baby, where you goin?"

"Uhh, to go play."

"So you'd rather go play soome stupid drums than stay here with me?"

"At the moment, yes."

"Uh, love you too."

"Whatever."

She got off of his lap and CaLeb stood up, still twirling his drumsticks as he did so. He reached in his pocket, pulled out his phone, and tossed it to her on the couch.

"Call yo girls, all of them"

And with that, CaLeb stood in front of Kegan and Chris; twirling his drumsticks.

"We playin or what?"

[Ric]

After taking a large hit, Toke set his glass bong on a coffee table next to the sofa. He walked over to the lines of guitar and set his eyes on a blue 4-stringed beauty. He picked up, pulling the strap over his head and resting it over his shoulders, then grabbing an amp cable and plugging into a large bass amp. “I got this shit covered,” he announced while pulling out a black and mild cigar, lighting it up and taking in a long and steady stream of smoke. With cigar still lit in his mouth, he began play a simple bass riff, seeing if the others would catch on.

(( YouTube - Higher Ground ))

[Dr. Freeman]

Shut-up Dillon, look at the door

Dillon turned, looking at the three beatufiul women in front of them. He had to admit, Caleb knew what the hell he was doing, and was most certainly not gay, but he had to mess iwth the black man once more.

"You know CaLeb," said Dillon, as one of the girls walked past him to the car "it's usually the insanely straight kguys that turn out gay."

As the other got ready to start playing, Dillon decided he'd just sit back and point at the faults in their playing. It was much easier tha playing.

And then, he heard the chili peppers.

He turned, insanely quickly, to see Toke playing a simple bass riff, and who seemed to be having a good time.

"God be damned Toke, you had to pick that song. I love that song. The only other song that could have been a better choice would be Hotel California. Either way." Dillon listened intently to the music being played, before turning to the others and saying "Get your asses in there and play."

[Antlion]

They were joined by another as a member Chris recognized as "KHF", a friend of his, walked through the door quite calmly.

As a bassist and drummer became available through two of the other party-goers, Chris smirked. He quickly lead everyone to the northeastern corner of the first floor, where a drumset and many guitars and amps were placed.

"Alright, great. So, who is singing lead? "

Learning the song was no trouble, since, this was a roleplay, so they could magically just know the whole part without ever playing it. Chris immediately started rocking out the rhythm guitar of Higher Grounds on his Gibson Les Paul, hoping someone would step up to sing lead for the first verse.

"The party is just getting started. I expect some more people are coming."

As he started to play, Chris couldn't help but look at the huge stock of alcohol. Damn, he really wanted some of that.

"Hey. Let me speak my temptations, I can speak for myself."

Sorry.

"Damn, I really, really want some of that. But, I can't play guitar drunk."

[Azanulbizare]

Azanulbizare puts on his robe and wizard hat.

[Antlion]

Originally Posted by Azanulbizarë

Azanulbizare puts on his robe and wizard hat.

I'm really going to kill you.