<div align="center"><strong>Shawn Albert Pierce (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84632.msg3724861#msg3724861) - Basement Auction | Arriving then Speaking with Aline</strong></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.stormmodels.com/resource/38793.163563.itemlarge.jpg)</div>More and more Shawn found himself walking through the spinning doors of Waxing Rhapsodic and today wasn’t any different. After having such an interesting lunch with Matilda, and sharing a special couple of moments, about Shawn’s particular tastes in art and the radiance Matilda showed; there was a spark in Shawn’s mind. Today was a little different, however, as the gentlemen in his costume found himself more invited than showing up unexpectedly. Words were exchanged about today’s event but less direct and sounded wishful; hard to place but Shawn was here and in attire fitting to a figure he knew was one he could pull off.<br/><br/>Having worn this particular get-up in the past, getting things wasn’t difficult. The white suit (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_guzRqBk2TP8/SwnbKyFC3HI/AAAAAAAAADg/fEehq3cfwSY/s1600/Peter+Stromare+%27Lucifer%27+-+constantine.jpg) was easily hanging up in his closet and simply worn, given a little bit of pull to the folds and showing off a less clean cut appearance than normal. Undoing  of the cuffs of his sleeve, flipping and folding his collar so it held up in that oddly particular way, leaving the jacket unbuttoned and placing a clean piece of fabric in his pocket with an embroidered L. Shoes (http://cdn2.overstock.com/images/products/P11178841.jpg), white as his suit with the exception of specially placed black marks and stains. Droplets of implied toxic sludge and oil traced along the shoes and looked as though they had fallen from Shawn’s actual hands; those hands having particular designs to look as if he’d just dipped his hands in tar and this was all tied together with a light marking of red to bring out and show something evil in his eyes (http://www.dreadcentral.com/img/news/may08/7ds2b.jpg). Top it off with his own personal flare, a custom cane (http://www.smkw.com/large/knife/DBSW617.jpg) with handle to appear like it was made from the souls of the damned.<br/><br/>The Elevator ride was a bit tedious, it was like he’d arrived just as someone else had taken it down so the blasted thing took awhile. In the elevator, Shawn thought to himself if his costume would be up to snuff with the others; going into a den of artists with something made of every day clothes and only a light bit of Halloween make-up. What if Tilly had done something over-the-top and was expecting the same? Why did he care? That girl, like poison on his mind again. Elevator doors open and his eyes shifted slowly about the room, almost like he was trying to play his part; cane moving slowly as he walked gently into the room and stopped just one step beside the entrance.<br/><br/>Who was there? Aline was easy enough to spot, although her hair seemed different and she seemed rather chipper for someone who’d been told just yesterday that one of her staff, Dorian, had crossed the line. This made Shawn slightly curious, between that and the ball of people Aline was the much better choice so he moved over stood tall. “Hello Aline,” Shawn stated rather loudly to showcase his presence to those within the room though kept it below a show, “I hope my request was not to difficult,” He smiled with a light flirt to his movements, “Doubtful knowing your manner with a camera. Certainly you’ve made my Matilda shine to others the way I see her now.”