[color=662d91][hr][hr][h1][b][i][center]Eugene Esposito[/center][/i][/b][/h1][/color]

Eugene exits the carriage and takes a deep breath, it felt good to be in the open. The atmosphere in there was quite restricting these past few minutes. He saw the other invitees with their fancy outfits and masks, an air of pompousness radiating from majority of them. Now it’s time to act like one of them. He didn’t have to be all stuck up, just show enough bravado to make them think he wasn’t a stranger to such events. Straightening his collar he looked to Mister Violet. 

[color=662d91]“Now, now Mister Violet. Now that we’re here there’s no need to rush. Seems like we arrived just in time though, a  couple minutes of tardiness shouldn’t bother anyone.”[/color] He said, his voice exuding confidence.

Eugene turns back towards the carriage and raises a hand for Mrs Copper which she takes. Turning around he is greeted with the magnificent sight of Wilde Hall. Fixing the coat he wore, Eugene was about to head towards their venue but was stopped by a commotion. 

Just as the tension from the carriage seemed to die down, the peace was broken once again Mr. Red. The southern man walked up to, who he assumed, was a chaperone of another group. The man Mr. Red was talking to was massive, looming over the car he was standing next to. Despite this, Mr. Red walked up fearlessly, even throwing his real name out into the wind for all to hear. Eugene looked around and noticed the stares of the other attendees, eagerly watching to obtain some material for some late night gossip.

Even though the man supposedly called Adams kept denying Mr. Red, that didn’t deter the southern man. In fact it motivated him more. He carefully watched Adams, vying for any reaction but there was none. Blank as a slate. No hint of recognition, no movement apart from his mouth and the occasional blink, hell, it seems like he doesn’t even notice Mr. Red. The situation escalated to the point where two servants grabbed Mr. Red and attempted to drag him off.

[color=orange] Gracious! What’s all this?” [/color]Mrs. Copper said. She walked up towards the servants grabbing Mr. Red and sternly rebuked them. [color=orange]“What rights have you to put hands on a guest for simply asking a question of a servant?” [/color]

It seems her voice held some power as the emotionless servants actually flinched. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out in anyone’s favor as Mr. Red broke free and punched the servants. There was a dull crack and Eugene subconsciously winced. The hit sent the servant towards the light which arose some confusion in the reporter. No moan of pain, no blood dripping from the wound, pale, and taut skin. If they weren’t moving out and about he’d have thought they were long dead corpses.

A few, slow seconds passed. The tension in the air was palpable. Mr. Red stayed in a hostile stance, one hand up using it as a guard and the other…slowly moving into jacket. Eugene’s eyes widened. He had a gun. Just as he was about to open his mouth to yell that Mr. Red was armed, a voice rang out from behind him.

Eugene spun around and was met with two figures. A larger, broad shouldered man with fierce green eyes, no doubt he was the source of the voice. He exuded an aura of power that none of the other attendees had. The second man, wearing the uniform of a shoulder, had just left the carriage behind the green eyed man and was shorter though more fit. However his body language lacked the confidence that his companion had just showcased.

The green eyed man called out to the coachmen and sternly reprimanded them. The coachmen quickly stood at attention and kept their heads low. Eugene watched as the man who called himself Professor Green apologize to Mr. Red on behalf of the servants. Seemed like they had just met one of the top dogs of Wilde Hall. Being able to command those strangely lifeless coachmen and apologizing on behalf of them. As Mr. Red reached a hand out to shake Mr. Green’s he was pulled in and the two exchanged some words before quickly pulling apart.

"I can only extend that apology to the three of you. As I said, clearly there has been some misunderstanding. You have my personal assurance that this unsavory moment will not spoil your evening! From this moment onwards, please allow me to consider all of you my companions." Mr Green said to Eugene’s group. Looks like they had gained a powerful ally. Still, despite the friendly disposition, Eugene did not let his guard down.

Eugene bowed slightly and said. “[color=662d91]Much obliged Mr. Green. I am called Genie.”[/color] He said, thanking the patron that stopped the commotion from escalating.[color=662d91] “Mrs. Copper that’s an excellent idea. It’s a party after all, why don’t we go and experience the beauty of Wilde Hall.”[/color]

As Eugene turned to leave, Professor Green called out and mentioned that one of his men would join them. It was the one in a soldier’s outfit wearing a white opera mask, Corporal Khaki was his name.  [color=662d91]“Oh, of course. I’m sure my companions would agree with me when I say, we’d be delighted to have him.” [/color]

While he was still facing them, Eugene glanced over at Mr. Red. A wave of confusion washed over him when he did so. Mr. Red was…still. The tension in his body which was ready to lash out at any given time was gone. In fact it seemed like he was now withdrawn, a cornered beast with no way out except death. What the hell did Professor Green say to him? 

[color=662d91]“Well?”[/color] Eugene asked, enthusiasm in his voice. [color=662d91]“Shall we?”[/color] He made a sweeping motion with his hand before turning around and walking towards Wilde Hall.