Run This Town (Inner Circle members)

[blackbolt]

These meetings were always the most interesting of those offered; Inner Circle members only. The Black King strode confidently to their meeting chambers. Within the clubhouse the inner circle’s meetings were held in a specially constructed room, the club house had been designed with two courts in mind and as such far sides of the house were Black court territory and White court territory, this chamber was in the exact center of the whole clubhouse. There was a saying that said, ‘All roads lead to Rome’ well within the New York branch of the Hellfire Club, all corridors lead to the Inner Chamber. Each and every one has some kind of secret entrance that will in fact eventually lead to the inner sanctum of all that was Hellfire.

As the sound of his footfalls echoed through the halls a hush fell upon the people who lined the ornately decorated walls, some turned to watch and stare as the impeccably dressed Black King passed. He’s hair stylishly mussed, polished Gucci shoes clicking on the marble ties, the quite slide of his custom black on black Armani suit made for quite the striking figure. Many of them didn’t even know who he was and they seemed to be filled with awe at the silent man striding on through to the center. He could hear their hushed whispering, feel their eyes on him.

The ones that knew who he was were either in awe or plotting against him, he could see it in their eyes, hear their hushed tones, a corner of his lip turned up as he walked on to the inner circle’s meeting place. His thoughts only response to the various versions of ‘Someday I’m going to be in his place,’ and ‘he’d better watch his back,’ was a bitter laugh echoing in his mind as he thought, Get in line, get. In. Line.

Opening the secret passage, Brian stepped in, not bothering to look back at those helpless pawns he made his way through the final torch lit corridor of his territory, the flames licked against the black stones walls as he continued on, his gold jewelry, the only bits of color on his person. The doors that stood at the end of the corridor were flanked by two guards, both clad in a mix of white and black, with each step the décor of the corridor became more white until he reached the doors that were equal parts white and black. As Brian approached the doors they pushed them open for him and he entered the dully lit, and medieval styled chamber.

Taking his seat at one of the two tallest chairs, and the only one made of black marble Brian relaxed into the throne of sorts, his icy eyes glancing around the room scoping out the two sets of doors, wondering which member would be the next to arrive, curiosity bubbling inside, he had no doubt that they had quite a lot to discuss this night, even if it was just a small number of the inner circle that took part.

(I took a few liberties describing the clubhouse, tried to make it dramatic.)

[viper]

The Hellfire Club, made up of the most prestigious men and women to ever grace this planet. Over the centuries only a select few have ever been admitted into this phenomenal establishment, and an even smaller number into the Inner Circle. One had to be regal and exceptional, intelligent and prominent, and more importantly, wealthy. All of these qualities and more were held by the elegant, yet deadly Madame Hydra, or better known as Viper. She had her own personal army of HYDRA agents and was the ruler of a country. There was no wonder why she was the White Knight of the Hellfire Club.

Viper sashayed through the halls of the club, gaining views from the other people within, especially from the males. Her staggering appearance turned heads and dropped jaws just how she liked. Her long, green dress swayed with the motion of her long, smooth legs, matching heels clacking on the marble floors. Viper wasn’t afraid to flaunt her goods and today she was doing just that. Extravagant diamond jewelry adorned her body, glistening in the light shining down. She smiled as she passed up all of the lowly people making her way to the Inner Chamber for a meeting called by Blackbolt, the Black King.

Upon entering the secret passage way, she stretched her arms a bit to loosen them up. The two guards standing at the entrance opened the doors for her like the gentlemen that they were. After having a quick look around the chamber, her gaze was drawn to the Black King on his throne. She bowed to him before taking her seat in her designated chair, crossing her legs. ”How are you on this lovely day, dear Brian?”

[sinister]

Nathaniel Essex was a busy man. Despite the fact that he had already spent over a century on his research and knew more about the human gentic code and more directly into the various mutations it was prone to have, he had still yet to come close to his goals of understanding and creating the most powerful mutant ever. However unfortunately research like his wasn't neither cheap nor exactly "legal" considering the scientist's lack of morals when it came to testing on human beings. In order to complete his research Essex, or Mr. Sinister as he preferred to be called, required both funding and discretion. In order for him to have both at the moment required him to associate with the Hellfire Club. While certainly joining them had been highly advantageous for him there where certain drawbacks he wasn't used to. One of them where these tiresome meetings called for members of the Inner Circle. As the Knight of the Black Court Sinister was obligated to attend them and despite what stage of his research he was in ignoring the summons would certainly cause him more grief and trouble then if he simply attend this distraction to his work.

He walked down the hallways and corridors of the Hellfire clube towards the Inner Chamber. Since he was within the well guarded halls he had no need to hide his true appearence and could tell that his pale white, strange eyes and even his clothing caught the eyes of the various underlings he passed in the hallways. Of course none of them stared too long and when he met their gazes they practically gave themselves whiplash attempting to stare at the floor and look away. Apparently many of them had heard the screams coming from Sinister's lab and none of them desired to become his new test subject.

He approached the doors to the chamber and reached out with his telepathy to read the mind of one of the guards. Apparently Lord Blackbolt and Viper where already present. Good, with some of the Inner Circle still missing none of them could ridicule him for being late. He walked in just as Viper addressed Blackbolt and almost chuckled aloud. The fact that she was trying to "make nice" with the King of the opposing court was interesting enough however she was also trying to engage in conversation with a man who couldn't speak because uttering a single word would destory the room and probably most of the building. Of course it wasn't Mr. Sinister's place to point out the faults in her decision making, for the moment at least.

"Greetings My Lord," he said as he entered the room and bowed to Blackbolt. It irritated him to have to be considered a servant of the Black King but for now his arrangement made it tolerable if nothing else. "And to you as well Lady Viper. I trust everything is well and we can begin shortly?"

[whitequeen]

Emma Frost knew that she was meant to be in an important meeting at the Hellfire Club Quarters, but she just couldn't seem to leave her Academy. There were many things that were going wrong internally and she just needed more time to deal with them all. Students weren't as focussed as they could be and they were using her academy as a means of meeting and hooking up with others. She created a school for god sake, not a bar. There were going to be many changes in disciplinary policy once she got back from this meeting. If only she could clone herself as Jaime Madrox could. The world would be frightened if more than one Emma Frost ran the world.

The White Queen strolled through the grand halls of her side of the house with a stoic expression on her face. Despite the poliet greeting and low murmmers about her, Emma procceded to make her way to the Inner Circle's common room. The tall blonde woman knew that these occasions were very proper and knew that she couldn't walk in with her normal school attire. Emma had quickly changed into her white corset and pulled her very tight white pants over her sculpted legs. These were the clothes that she wore to the meetings and what most of the members saw her in- so far she hadn't gotten any complaints.

As the White Queen made her way through the twisting corridors with heels echoing behind her, she took her hair out from its very conservative bun and let it cascasde down her shoulders. Her white gloves hand pressed on the door to the common room and revealed three members already there. Viper, her white knight, was already there. Emma knew that there were immediate difference between the courts, but they were all apart of a collective.

"Brian, Viper, Nathaniel" she greeted with a curt polietness as she took her proper seat. Her chair, not as tall as the black court's, was more ornate. It was a white marble that glimmered like the diamonds encrusted in the head board. Emma thought it was fitting for her status and personality. Her blue eyes narrowed as she measured the black knight's clear haste to speed up this meeting.

"I'm assumine we are waiting for Selene and Roberto?" she asked while crossing her legs and leaning on her throne's arm.

[selene]

This meeting was very called for as Selene has a lot to discuss, particularly about the academy and the way Emma was running it. After being informed of the shenanigans going on at the school, she started to question if the White Queen was suitable for the job of being the headmistress. She was responsible for the education and training of the hellions therefore any kind of behavioral or academic problems were surely on her shoulders. Not to mention, she was indeed looking forward to making Emma Frost look like a fool. Nothing would brighten her mood more.

Dressed in a flowing black gown, Selene made her way through the hidden passage ways of the club house. Her raven colored hair flowing down her over her shoulders, black diamonds ornamented her earrings and necklace and the ring on her left hand. Entering the chambers she glanced around at those already present. The heels of her black shoes clicked as strolled over to her throne positioned next to Black Bolt's. The Black Queen remained in silence, her red eyes glancing to the other members before turning to her king and giving him a solemn nod of salutation.

[halt]

[/b] the most unpredictable of the bunch. He'd developed quite a reputation for showing up, either fashionably late or in some new form or fashion, speaking of which Alejandro was decked out in the finest of silks: a white suit with some purple mixed into the tie and left pocket handkerchief.

The Hellfire Club's societal structure was interesting, to say the least. It had been nearly a decade since the position of White King was taken by Alejandro, and in those almost ten years he'd lived it up and made the most out of it. Now, he'd be attending this so-called event and learn the latest gossip and information from those serving under and around himself. God, it was so good to be king - the White King!

Multiple murmurs reached his ears, but unlike others they tended not to wound or challenge his pride. No, instead the man known as the white court's ultimate authority stopped, took posture, and wiggled his eyebrows. "You know, with tongues that sharp, I wouldn't need to waste time with buttons." Ka-ching! Lame, almost child-like flirtatious comment released to the public. It, as expected, caused a few blushes or silenced awe.

Chuckling lightly, Alejandro twirled his glass of red wine as he entered the combined courts of White and Black through one of many secret passages. Interestingly, and in all his time with the Hellfire Club, Alejandro had never seriously brought up the idea of a Gray Court. Anyway, the male had finally arrived through a rotating wall nearby his marble throne, but only after several other members - primarily of the opposite coloration - had already entered.

Taking a gentle sip of his cup, Alejandro scanned the remnants of the Hellfire Club before settling on Emma Frost. "Emma, darling. Come, grace your king with a presence of the angels, of which only you can provide.," he said, smile quickly forming at each end of his lips, as he would go to take and kiss her hand, if she let him. Alejandro wasn't so sure anymore; Emma could be fickle.

"I see a fair bulk has arrived, but alas, not enough for a trumpeted entry. I assume all of you have been well these past few days, you all appear to be in good health."[/font][/ul]