Halloween Masquerade - Rooftop

[Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask]

The city lights, those of the roof they light the gardens that wait up a winding staircase. Maybe you need to clear your head. Maybe you want to some privacy? The roof has been fitted with tables and benches for your luxury. There are ponds and fish and the sweet noise of bugs. Maybe it's enough to distract from the city below and even if not, the noise won't reach you.

The air is clearer up here, brisk. I hope you brought a coat or wrap, but I also hope you enjoy it.

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Mardon hates cops; in fact there wasn’t much that he liked. He thought this party was going to be cool when he crashed it; it just ended up being a bunch of people in horribly put together costumes; he even saw a cripple wearing nothing but her jeans tee-shirt and a cheap face mask. He wanted to just get away from it all for a moment, he was enjoying the weather. Wearing his very own costume, he was surprised how little people even recognized him; true he didn’t visit Gotham much, but at least he was able to get in without much of a hassle. As far as security knew, he was Jake Lakland. He pulled out a cigar and leaned against the railing, peering out into the city. Already having his Weather Wand out, he lit the cigar with the tip of his wand, and took a long hard drag out of it; puffing it and watching the smoke drift off and dissipate into the night. This was becoming a bore; he was feeling ready to leave. Mark looked down at his cigar and decided he was going to wait until he finished his Churchill before he decided to leave.

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Harvey hated social gatherings he had to babysit. Usually the food and maybe a drink or two was enough to keep him from complaining too much, but with the amount of weight he'd lost during his time away and since he got back, the food wasn't doing it for him as much as it once did.

Vexed, Harvey went to go smoke a Cigar on the roof.

Harvey really hated masks now. Halloween was something he loved when he was young, but with all the craziness that's happened in Gotham and the world since then, he wasn't a fan anymore. There he stood, without leaning, watching over the city and smoking a Cuban.

He was dressed as a Gorn from Star Trek.  So there he was, a giant, smoking, lizard.

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The Central City Rogue wasn't much of a Trekkie, he didn't know who or what Bullock was trying to go as, but the cigar made an instant connection to him. Mark, unlike the other rogues, liked the finer things in life. He enjoyed classical music, Mark Twain, and he could tell the difference between wines. The other Rogues hated him for it; as he always considered himself smarter above the fold. He wanted to talk about the kind of cigar the lizard man was smoking, if anything, he wanted to know just how the costume even worked where, he could get the cigar to his lips.

Mark just decided if he was going to be at a crappy party, he might as well be at a crappy party with someone. "Hey," He said approaching the strange lizard man, "I got myself a Liga Privada. What are you smoking?" He asked out of genuine interest.