Post by Kaz-chan on Mar 13, 2005 17:28:39 GMT -5
Ooc| Now if your a bit weirded out by this you can go here for a bit of help home.neopets.com/templates/homepage.phtml?pet_name=DemonPuppet And as far as entering goes you may either come in for an interview or be a member already, you may select your own rank in that case.
Deep within the inner workings of both the earth and the underground lay an institution, or rather…a work of unconventional shape and form. A portly post-modern Victorian edifice of deep plum spanning several acres in all rested (as it preferred) in the confines of a gloomy cavernous void. Within this structure were three floors each serving various purposes that played quite nicely off the floor preceding it. In the center floor sat a brutal, pessimistic…perfectly rational woman, or rather beast, who had the right to say anyhow? She was seated in a plump high-backed mauve chair, which was stuffed with lavish goose down, and dressed in fine satin, it was an exceptionally gaudy overstatement of the world she reigned over, perfect in other words. The beast leaned forward, elbows situated on the twelve-foot mahogany conference table before her; her pale eloquent fingers were interlaced making a perfect seat for her chin, which suffered from a terrible case of separation anxiety.
The spit-shone wood that stretched before her sang with the smoldering flames of several candles, as did her liquid eyes. (They were much the color of ice tea left to bake for numerous days in the blistering sun, a sort of muddled orange) An odd thing really, the candles that sat atop the varnished wood would upon closer inspection reveal themselves to be incased by tiny glass sheets.Open candles were far too risky in this sort of setting; at least she had thought so.A chandelier swayed overhead in a slightly menacing fashion; it was shaped by an immense assortment of precious stone and proved, once again to be terribly gaudy. Her dress was /sagacious/, and intolerably …well you know the word, a black dress fashioned of crushed velvet, drawn together by ornate platinum embroidery, and brought to a close with yet another /fashionable/ silver broche in the shape of a grand snarling wolf.(In any lesser setting it would have been mistaken as a bit of costume jewelry) Limp wolven auburn ears hung loosely amongst her scraggly mane in the pleasant warmth, her shadow danced and raged behind on the sap-like caramelized wall treatment that she had tastefully slapped on several rooms. Now most would consider this over the top,but would never muster the audacity required to complain to their lady.
An affluent cruel music coursed through the room seeking every dreary corner sending its inhabitants quivering and screeching off into the night.At the back left flank of the room a gaunt platinum haired apparition pounded away at a custom brass pipe organ, Shintaru had composed the music for the sole purpose of setting an atmosphere for her interviews, it was actually a ghastly mix of various sinister tunes wrapped together and thrown on waxed paper.Accomplished gangly fingers laced in gloves of alabaster picked the horrid notes from the organ like pebbles from a raging riverbed. The reason she had gone to all this trouble for a simple interview was this; she had had a succession of increasingly terrible job interviews and hadn’t the heart to turn anyone down. This was all good and well, except that two of her new employees had already proved their impudence simply too vast for this line of work, one of which was an ox demon, whom was now being served to the lady on a bronze platter over rice, braised in a white-wine sauce.
Deep within the inner workings of both the earth and the underground lay an institution, or rather…a work of unconventional shape and form. A portly post-modern Victorian edifice of deep plum spanning several acres in all rested (as it preferred) in the confines of a gloomy cavernous void. Within this structure were three floors each serving various purposes that played quite nicely off the floor preceding it. In the center floor sat a brutal, pessimistic…perfectly rational woman, or rather beast, who had the right to say anyhow? She was seated in a plump high-backed mauve chair, which was stuffed with lavish goose down, and dressed in fine satin, it was an exceptionally gaudy overstatement of the world she reigned over, perfect in other words. The beast leaned forward, elbows situated on the twelve-foot mahogany conference table before her; her pale eloquent fingers were interlaced making a perfect seat for her chin, which suffered from a terrible case of separation anxiety.
The spit-shone wood that stretched before her sang with the smoldering flames of several candles, as did her liquid eyes. (They were much the color of ice tea left to bake for numerous days in the blistering sun, a sort of muddled orange) An odd thing really, the candles that sat atop the varnished wood would upon closer inspection reveal themselves to be incased by tiny glass sheets.Open candles were far too risky in this sort of setting; at least she had thought so.A chandelier swayed overhead in a slightly menacing fashion; it was shaped by an immense assortment of precious stone and proved, once again to be terribly gaudy. Her dress was /sagacious/, and intolerably …well you know the word, a black dress fashioned of crushed velvet, drawn together by ornate platinum embroidery, and brought to a close with yet another /fashionable/ silver broche in the shape of a grand snarling wolf.(In any lesser setting it would have been mistaken as a bit of costume jewelry) Limp wolven auburn ears hung loosely amongst her scraggly mane in the pleasant warmth, her shadow danced and raged behind on the sap-like caramelized wall treatment that she had tastefully slapped on several rooms. Now most would consider this over the top,but would never muster the audacity required to complain to their lady.
An affluent cruel music coursed through the room seeking every dreary corner sending its inhabitants quivering and screeching off into the night.At the back left flank of the room a gaunt platinum haired apparition pounded away at a custom brass pipe organ, Shintaru had composed the music for the sole purpose of setting an atmosphere for her interviews, it was actually a ghastly mix of various sinister tunes wrapped together and thrown on waxed paper.Accomplished gangly fingers laced in gloves of alabaster picked the horrid notes from the organ like pebbles from a raging riverbed. The reason she had gone to all this trouble for a simple interview was this; she had had a succession of increasingly terrible job interviews and hadn’t the heart to turn anyone down. This was all good and well, except that two of her new employees had already proved their impudence simply too vast for this line of work, one of which was an ox demon, whom was now being served to the lady on a bronze platter over rice, braised in a white-wine sauce.
