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[08-03:36] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she looks back at him, shooting him a strange look, then continues to walk, letting him follow if he would like* You obviously have telepathy, cause you sent me a wonderful image of your past, which I returned with a beatiful one from mine. *she lights up another fag as she walks*
[08-03:38] 2a2, Jake: he does follow her* and how the hell would I do that if I don't even remember anything to send to anyone damn it* he follows her, lighting his own cig and hurring to catch up with her*
[08-03:40] 73b, *Sam Andrews: I dont know, and I dont care, although you are obviously one fucked up puppy. *she hurries along, having no idea where she's going**she's rented a room in some run down motel, and she pauses for a moment at a street corner trying to recall which direction she should be heading**finally remembers, then moves in that direction*
[08-03:41] 2a2, Jake: look will you fucking stop and tell me whats going on!* he yells trying to figure out where then hell he's going* I'm not going to hurt you I just wnat to know where the hell I am, how the hell I got where and oh yeah WHO THE FUCK I AM!
[08-03:45] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she looks back at him, then reaches out and grabs a gangsta thug as he walks by**she ignores his "hey baby" comment, and using celerity, she withdraws a knife from her waistband and slashes his neck**the thug stutters for a moment as Sam holds him up, and waits to see what Jake would do**suspecting he's kindred, and that he's pretty damn hungry, she's basically offering him a free meal, as the thug's blood begins to ooze down her slender arms*
[08-03:47] 2a2, Jake: he looks to the blood and suddenly his eyes shift from gold to red and he lurches forward, the beast taking over, he rips into the man's neck and drinks deeply, not being able to stop himself, he drains the body and stands there shaking badly as he looks to her* what the hell am I?* he asks*
[08-03:51] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she lets the body drop as Jake has ahold of it, and licks the blood off her arm in a rather seductive manner, without indending to appear seductive* Kindred, poppet. But first things first...*she reaches over the corpse and removes his wallet and a belongings, a couple thou in cash, and a few bags of illegal substances**Sam seems happier to see the drugs than the cash, although she shoves both in her purse* Come on, before the pigs try to make a scene. *she beckons Jake to follow her towards her hotel**minutes later she unlocks the door for him and motions him inside, with a glance over her shoulder, before she shuts the door and locks it*
[08-03:52] 2a2, Jake: he follows her willingly and just enters the room and sits on the bed, looking mor elike a child now then a man, he looks to her* what do I do?
[08-03:56] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Do? *she looks strangely amused by this guy as she walks to the bathroom and turns on the sink* You can start by washing up. You look a mess. *she scrubs her arms clean of the blood, then ties her hair back with a scruncci**she returns to the main room to take a seat on the other bed, as the room has two queen sized beds, and checks her phone messages, while rummaging through a duffel bag**she pulls out a set of guys clothes and tosses them to him* You cant go out looking like that. Just think what the neighbors would say! *she says sarcastically*
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[08-04:00] 2a2, Jake: (( sorry got booted))
[08-04:01] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((np))
[08-04:02] 2a2, Jake: he turns and takes off his coat, moving to the bathroom as he takes off his dressshirt, now it is revealed that his whole body is covered in writing and differant signs, he doesn't take notice as first, then looks down on it as if mesmerized* what is this?* he asks no one inperticualr*
[08-04:05] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Damned if I know. I'm just the skinny little bitch. *she comments, catching sight of his rosary once more* Ok, in my house you gotta take that thing off. Me and god dont see eye to eye, so I would greatly appreciate the gesture. *finding she has no messages she hangs up the phone, then opens her purse and looks over her lucky find of the evening*
[08-04:09] 2a2, Jake: *he takes off the cross and stuffs it into hsi pocket he enters the bathroom, closes the door and takes off his clothes, finding the writing trails down the his waist. he changes as he trys to figure out what is going on. he exits the bathroom and looks to her* why are you helping me?
[08-04:14] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Cause you'd probably die if I didn't. *she says with a shrug* besides, the downtrodden and street rats always appealed to me, but I'm not going to invite you to a slumber party, if that's what your thinking. *her eyes narrow as she looks him over**she then shakes her head and figures getting straight down to business is best* You are obviously a vampire who got his mind erased. There we have something in common. Unfortunatly, half of my memory I wont ever be able to recall, the vampire who wiped them was far too strong. *she quietly mutters to herself* Bitch...
[08-04:17] 2a2, Jake: he looks to her for a long time and lays on the bed, closing his eyes with inseconds he's asleep and the world just fades way for him*
[08-04:17] 2a2, Jake: (( will you be here in like an hour?
[08-04:18] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((nope, gotta go to work...may be on later tonight, though...night hon))
[08-04:19] 2a2, Jake: (( contact me at jabinbooth@yahoo.com, or jabinb@mail.com, I would like to continue this rp))
[08-04:19] 2a2, Jake: I am at work now, about to go home))
[08-04:19] 2a2, Jake: you got yahoo IM?))
[08-04:19] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((k...my aim is surfergiel420 fyi))
[08-04:21] 2a2, Jake: and that's yahoo?
[08-04:22] 2a2, Jake: btw my irl name is J
[08-04:25] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((aim))
[08-04:25] 2a2, Jake: okay i have to jet I will add you when I get home okay
[08-04:25] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((yahoo messengers never work for me...))
[08-04:26] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((k...later hon))
[08-04:26] 2a2, Jake: okay I can get aim on there I'm just jabinbooth I think, I don't know I will add you when I get home though
[08-04:26] 2a2, Jake: later
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[08-14:57] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she had left jake passed out on the extra bed, and had to wander, so was her curse, or her disease, whether it be ADD or to much speed, she never was one to sit still for very long**itty bitty attention span**dressed in a black shirt and a pair of baggy jeans she moves through the city, in search of two things. One, a happy hunting ground, and two a dealer**lucky her, she winds up on some college campus, probably CALU or something like that* Killing two birds with one stone...
[08-15:00] c36, Serena Blackstone: *Out of the shadows she appears, and steps right next to Sam and starts walking in same step as her* Thinking of enrolling in some courses? *She has her hands jammed in her short leather coat. It's tied around her waste, with a black v-neck shirt underneath the coat and dark blue jeans. Her heels of her boots click against the concrete as she walks.* A little late, I think you might of missed office open hours..*she says as she glances at her rolex*
[08-15:04] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she glances over to Serena, thin eyebrow lofted as she looks her friend over* Well if it isn't Glinda, the good witch of the north here to rescue poor little lost dorothy. I was wondering when you'd show up. *she says as she looks forward* Really, you're tracking skills aren't as prime as they once were. *honestly doesn't remember when the last time she saw Serena was, damn brainwashing*
[08-15:07] c36, Serena Blackstone: Sam, its Galinda. Really you should take more care and read off the book club of the month list. *she looks over at her friend/chylde and gives her a grin* My tracking skills are just fine, you just can't remember what shoe to put on what foot even if it were to kill you. Really should lay off the acid..speaking of which *she takes her manicured hand out of her pocket and stops, holding the ziplocked part of the bag. It's a bag of Sam goodies, along with some candy bars to mix it up* Goodie bag..Happy All Hallows Eve...*she laughs a soft chuckle*
[08-15:11] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she looks at the bag, yeah, she wants it, even though snickers make her hurl, there's still something about the gewy chocolate goodness that she'd always love* So is this special visit a trick, or a treat? *girl's paraniod, that's what happens when you're an abused pet, to put it in the simplest of references*
[08-15:14] c36, Serena Blackstone: Treat, was just passing through. TJ is off at some art convention not to far from here. I thought I'd leave him to his masterpeices, really he gets annoying when he starts humping one of the sculputers. Gets old after awhile..*she waves her hand infront of her face idley. * So what have you been up to? I stopped spying on you long ago, so im out of the loop *she makes a circle twirl with her index*
[08-15:17] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she snickers, as she too can picture Travis becoming "involved" in his art**she shakes her head, you had to like that guy, he could get along well with a box of crayons* Went back home for awhile, then back up to new york, now here. *she shrugs* Do I ever do anything of great importance? *she asks as she takes the bag from her friend and opens it, taking stock of what's inside*
[08-15:20] c36, Serena Blackstone: You would of if you didn't rebel so much against us *shrugs* Why do you ask? *she tilts her head in question as she watches Sam looking at her goodie bag*
[08-15:22] 73b, *Sam Andrews: I have to rebel. I'll be sixteen for all eternity. It's kinda a rut I'm in. *she pulls a pack of cloves from her back pocket and lights one up, offering it to serena* Besides, you know global domination never was my bag.
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[08-15:26] c36, Serena Blackstone: Yes, well...Sam..*she clasps her hands behind her back* Sam I have another present, you know how I enjoy turning your world upside down. Plus, you know, I feel bad for what I've done in the past, TJ has knocked sense in my head lately to reveal you a different lifestyle
[08-15:29] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she blinks those heavily darkened eyes of hers* Why am I suddenly afraid a house is going to fall on me? *she looks up at the sky, just to make a point* Everytime you get a brillant idea, i get half my head blown in or worse. *her voice completly lacks any emotion whatsoever*
[08-15:30] c36, Serena Blackstone: No, just a companion while I'm not around. Now I must warn you, she's a bit older than usual. Umm, 11 in fact. You know the whole demon spawn thing and all. Trained her, she's quite the ballerina and the assassin. * she looks over in the shadows and parts them* Daria now, come meet your mother..
[08-15:32] c36, Daria Andrews: *she shivers as she parts from the shadows. A preppy little thing, but her lips are a small shade of blue. Is a mortal so being in the shadows, even near the less harmful ones can be chilling. Her hands clutching her Louie Vatan bag and her little cutesy outfit* Greetings Mother..*she gives a perfect little picture pearly white smile. Straight teeth, perfection*
[08-15:35] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *the cigarette falls out of Sam's mouth and onto the sidewalk**she swallows hard and looks at Daria, the spitting image of herself at eleven years old**she looks up at serena, hoping that this is some sick, perverted joke her best friend has felt like playing on her**she looks back to Daria, there's no way this little, this little Serena could be hers? The kid's almost taller than her in those heels* Hello. *she says to Daria, then to serena* Explain. Now.
[08-15:38] c36, Serena Blackstone: You had a child from your demon spawn husband till I decapitated him. Took Daria away to be analyzed then executed. But Sydney and I grew found of her..*reaches out her hand and cups Daria around the chin* Isn't she a doll? Spitting image of you I must say..*she then slides her cool hand around Daria's shoulders giving her a slight nudge*
[08-15:40] c36, Daria Andrews: I know you have mental disabilities mother, so I do not expect you to recongize me right away. Though, through the events of time, I do think we will be quite the unsepretable (sp) pair, you and I..*she speaks like a 100 year old stuffie vampire and with a slight European accent. She extends her hand for a formal handshake* Daria Andrews..pleasure to meet you at last. I've been waiting for this moment my whole life..
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: ((*Eyes all*))
[08-15:43] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *Sam stares at the child, then crouches down onto her haunches* Serena, I am the world's biggest fuck up! You know this! You cant be serious about wanting her to live with me? Not that I'm not happy that auntie serena here didn't kill you off years ago. *she shakes the girl's hand* Yes, see, I'm mental. You dont want to live with me. *her hands go to the sides of her head*
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[08-15:44] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Is teh cute. And the first kid in here. So there.* *Blows raspberries and dances about.*))
[08-15:44] a39, Street Urchin: ((*kicks her comp* What the hell?))
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[08-15:45] c36, Daria Andrews: I have been trained in every art there is my dear mother..*she shakes a few seconds then lets go, checking her nails to make sure she didn't chip one* Cooking, Cleaning, Philosophy...I also specialize in chemistry. I can whip up poisons that would extinct a whole clan. *she says above a whisper* So you see, we will be just fine. But if you wish not to take the responsibility of taking me in, then I completely understand.
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[08-15:46] c36, Serena Blackstone: Your not, Sam, you only think you are the worlds largest screw up because of me. I messed your mind up, because I was under the dictatorship of Sydney. Still am, but I have some more freedom ever since my marriage..
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[08-15:47] a39, Street Urchin: ((*tries to figure out why the hell her password isn't working*))
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[08-15:48] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she looks up at Serena and this Daria, which was once her baby girl* I need a vicadin. *she says as she rises to her feet* And are you living with miss hell bitch, or do you and TJ have your own place?
[08-15:49] a39, Street Urchin: ((*will have to talk to envy about her password not working*))
[08-15:50] c36, Serena Blackstone: Family must stay together no matter what the circumstances are..we live with Sydney if you call it living at all. We do travel alot and hardly see her, so its like we live on the road. Like hippies..*she laughs and points to the little pill on the bottom of the bag she gave her* The vicaden is right there..
[08-15:52] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she roots in the bag and takes the pill out, then remembers that HER KID is staring at her and frowns, shoving the ziploc into her purse* Why did I retain my fucking conscience? Why? *she looks to the girl as she stands, having a bad, bad feeling about this*
[08-15:53] c36, Daria Andrews: *she squeels and bounces on her heels, wrapping her arm around Sam's arm still squeeling and bouncing* This is going to be so much fun! I've never been in the America's before..you must show me around. The finest shopping..*she smiles, then drops her grip to replace it with a hand to the forearm, gasping* Do they have a McDonalds here? I heard so much about that from Serena, I wonder what it is like. She said you eat there a bit...
[08-15:55] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *is embraced, and stiffens a little, not used to being so affectionate with people* McDonalds? Shopping? Great! *she says, although it's definatly forced happiness*
[08-15:58] c36, Daria Andrews: Splendid! *she reaches in her bag and takes out a small agenda book, opens it and grabs her fuzzy pen* We should sit down and make an itenerary and go from there. As we all know, organaziation is the key to a happy life...*she smiles and looks at Serena and wrinkles her nose in glee..*
[08-15:59] c36, Serena Blackstone: *she looks over at sam, rolling her eyes a little the girl even gets on her nerves at time* Well it sounds you two will have fun, if you need me give me a buzz. I should get going, the art show should be over soon. Probally need to break him out of jail too..*she sighs a softly*
[08-16:00] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she looks up to Serena, her face frozen in a smile, and uses Telepathy to say to her sire* ~I'm gonna kill her. And you fucking know it~ Wait! You're leaving? You know I'm not good at entertaining others. And Rodeo Drive isn't really my style, you know.
[08-16:02] c36, Serena Blackstone: *she gives Sam a look as her face drops, she looks over at Daria, holding her breath if she was to have one to look at her reaction*
[08-16:03] c36, Daria Andrews: Uh..am I coming on to forward? *she lowers the agenda book down a bit, her face giving the expression of hurt* I am deeply sorry if I have..I...I will hold my tounge..*She can read telepathic thoughts ..weeee*
[08-16:06] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she sighs* No, Daria. It's just that I'm a horrible loner. And a screw up, despite what your mother says. I'm only glad that she and your great grand mother...*cant help but smirk when she says this* raised you instead of me. I probably would have fucked you up the same way I fucked my life up. *she crouches down once more and actually looks like she may cry**little miss tough girl is honestly on the verge of tears, and a mental breakdown*
[08-16:07] c36, Serena Blackstone: *decideing to let them fix this themselves she slips out the shadows..*
[08-16:10] c36, Daria Andrews: *she kneels down to Sam, and crosses her arms across her middriff and thighs* Serena and Gran-ma-ma did a good job, but infact in truth I am becoming to much for them. They said I am too out of tune with my gifts, and they said you would help me straighten them out. Give me a different life and experience different things. They want me to join their assassin league when I come of age, but they say I have no street smarts to do so. So, here I am..*she gives a week smile* So infact, you can not be as much as a screw up as you say...you are to be my teacher..my mentor, mother...
[08-16:14] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she ponders this for a moment* You know how to use a gun? *she asks as she straightens and looks around, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans*
[08-16:16] c36, Daria Andrews: Yes, I have been trained to use some weaponry, though my training and knowledge in the automatic weaponry sort is a bit shakey. Perhaps you could show me the exact way and form to use one? *she stands as well, giving a small smile in question*
[08-16:19] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *she pulls the colt anaconda from her back and hands it to Daria* You point, and pull the trigger. You take this, I shouldn't need it. Just dont shoot yourself, ok? *she combs a hand back through her hair, then starts walking, assuming Daria will follow along* And if the black queen really wants you to learn some street smarts, we're going to have to do a little makeover. No offense, but you simply scream "Hi! Rape me!".
[08-16:22] c36, Daria Andrews: *she takes it and examines it, when she looks out she sees Sam walking away so she skips up to step to follow, placing the gun into her bag, her brow lofts up and her perfect little pink mouth opens in shock* Pardon Moi? I should let you know, that I am dressed to kill! Looks can be decieving, mom. I pity the poor man who dares to lay a hand on me..
[08-16:25] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Ok, and no mom. A, it gives me the wiggins, and B, you look about three years younger than me. I dont exactly care for the masquerade, but I'd rather keep myself out of the lime light as much as possible. So Sam will do fine. And that's also why you need to change your style. Street smarts means you have to blend into the scenery, not accasorise it. ((or however that word is spelt))
[08-16:28] c36, Daria Andrews: Fine... Sam but what praytell do you suggest I wear to 'blend in' to this sort of society? I,for one do not see what is so wrong with my Gucci shoes and my Abrocrombi outfit...*seriously this girl could be a valley girl, she was always told to dress like a lady and act like a lady. She dosn't understand her mother's way of thinking at all..*
[08-16:30] 73b, *Sam Andrews: I'm not saying you cant keep wearing abrocrombi, hell, fall into the gap for all I care how you dress, just tone it down a little. Try to look like a middle class chick your age. *she needs that pill now, and she roots around in her pocket for it**finds it, and pops it into her mouth*
[08-16:32] c36, Daria Andrews: I am sorry, I do not follow at all...*she looks down at herself, then raises her head just intime to see her pop a pill* You know, you may be less tense and more relaxed if you lay off the narcotics. Have you ever considered rehab?
[08-16:35] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Wouldn't rehab defeat the purpose? I'm dead. It cant really get much worse. And I'm suicidal clean. Just not very successful at it. *she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, not about to tell the girl how she tried to axe herself while pregnant**no, we wont go there* So, what are your powers anyway?
[08-16:39] c36, Daria Andrews: Suit yourself, she clasps her hands behind her back as they walk along* My powers are as follows: I can read telepathic thoughts. Sometimes unintentially, I can controll that to an extent. I can return the telepathy, I can also do this neat little thing..*she claps her hands like as if the world was on a clapper and the world stops including them too, but as soon as it happens it turns back on and people zoom past them like on fast forward till they get to where they should of been if time was normal. A flaw in the thing..* That is all..
[08-16:39] c36, Daria Andrews: *adds in* As far as I know..
[08-16:41] 73b, *Sam Andrews: And you're part demon, part angel, part goddess. Yeah, wait till you hit puberty. *she says with a smart ass grin* So, I'm taking you know all about our little dysfunctional brady bunch? *she watches Daria as she walks, so pristine, so perfect, and then there's Sam, shoulders slouched, walk shuffled**night and day, these two*
[08-16:45] c36, Daria Andrews: Yes, I know all about it. I know how Serena wanted to dispose of me and well Wesley actually succeeded. I have a scar from my breastbone to belly button. Took alot there to bring me around, or so I am told. *she pointed to her scar where it would be.* But we are of the elite, and above the chain. So within the dysfunctional circle, in reality it turned out esquisitly.
[08-16:45] c36, Daria Andrews: (*almost succeeded*)
[08-16:48] 73b, *Sam Andrews: Yeah, but I ment your blood realitives. Myself, your father, your...*she rolls her eyes* ...my birth parents. *she motions to a bench on the campus grounds and motions for Daria to sit as she herself sits indian style, picking at the laces of her vans*
[08-16:51] c36, Daria Andrews: *She sits down on where was directed, and straightens out the creases in her pants* I know of them, yes. Grandma Lilith actually visits me in my dreams at times. She is quite forward at times, saying what I should do and to kill the 'evils of the shadows' *rolls her eyes* I really want to be rid of her actually, she is a pest and causes bags under my eyes from a restless slumber she gives me.
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[08-16:54] 73b, *Sam Andrews: **le pause**
[08-16:55] 521, *Cookie Monster: <.< >.>
[08-17:02] ef5, ºEnvy: ah ya pausing bums
[08-17:03] 521, *Cookie Monster: *huggles Envy girl* I'm never paused when you're around
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[08-17:03] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ((*sniffles and sneezes* damn allergies...))
[08-17:03] 595, *Squirrel: ^_^
[08-17:05] ef5, ºEnvy: heya Sam *snuggles Cookie and Squirrelie*
[08-17:08] 595, *Squirrel: *SNuggles up with teh Envy*
[08-17:08] ef5, ºEnvy: Oh, Avril... you silly Canadian.... go listen to a Rancid album and tell me your a punk, you bitch! *shakes a fist... then looks around all innocent like at her tourettes like outburst*
[08-17:08] 595, *Squirrel: ....
[08-17:08] 521, *Cookie Monster: *cuddles up on envy's other side*
[08-17:10] 73b, *Sam Andrews: *blinks* Hey...canadian here...well, by association...
[08-17:10] 73b, *Sam Andrews: ok, i have a migrane...i'll bbl :)
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[08-17:11] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((Hola all.))
[08-17:11] 595, *Squirrel: *Waves*
[08-17:11] ef5, ºEnvy: shoot. as a Michigan kid... I love Canada. Lower drinking age and pot is legal. haha. Well, catch you later. I'm registering you right now
[08-17:12] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : ((*Waves back* *Headshake* Sad, sad.... Punk doesn't exist anymore, people. When will you learn? *Le sigh*
[08-17:13] ef5, ºEnvy: nevermind... moth did it hehe. duh *didn't see the star* good old moth
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[08-17:14] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Moth is my bitch. He just doesn't know it yet. *L*
[08-17:14] ef5, ºEnvy: oh yes it does, just not on the surface because MTV is too busy with "Nick and Jessica: Newly weds" I went to a fucking KICK ASS punk festival just a couple weeks ago
[08-17:15] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Punk died, love. Everyone that claims to be punk nowadays is just wannabe or punk tribute.
[08-17:15] 595, *Squirrel: Punk is slated to come back
[08-17:16] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : It cannot come back, as it is dead. But neopunk is coming into the spotlight.
[08-17:16] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Dakota Fanning is so adorable. *Cuddles her*
[08-17:17] 595, *Squirrel: ...neopunk?
[08-17:17] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Neopunk. It's what's attempted to be punk, but as punk no longer exists, it is neopunk.
[08-17:18] ef5, ºEnvy: What makes punk? The clothes? That's just fashion. Early bands such as the Sex Pistols dressed that way because they were POOR. the Music? That was just noise, people wanting something said. Punk is an attitude. a way of life. Many early rappers I classify as punk
[08-17:19] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Nope. Punk is eighties stuff. And it left with the eighties. Nowadays 'punk' peoples are not actual punk, as that was a distinguished time period, an era. They are neopunk.
[08-17:19] ef5, ºEnvy: And punk exists... there's more than what's on MTV, you know... I mean, do kids these days even realize that? And neopunk isn't even music. it doesn't even count, but people are just SO stupid and shallow that they'll pick up whatever is trendy. Punk is in the underground, where it should as stayed
[08-17:20] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I don't watch TV. neopunk is just a newer version of punk. But the original punk cannot be brought back.
[08-17:21] ef5, ºEnvy: actually, punk was at it's peak in the 70's. It wasn't big at all by the time the 80's came around because the world was pretty much calmed down. Pop was coming in and the hair bands.
[08-17:21] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : It wasn't big in the eighties, but that's when it ended, and that's where its grave remains.
[08-17:22] ef5, ºEnvy: So do you think that there can't be folk music anymore because the 60's are over? That's just crap. I saw 15 incredible REAL punk bands last weekend that will probably never ever be signed because the record companies are too busy making money.
[08-17:24] ef5, ºEnvy: but that doesn't matter because punk isn't music. it's just an outlet for people with the right attitude to say something.
[08-17:24] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : No, no. Punk is just a time period. I'm not saying that the style of music is any different. It's just that punk itself is the seventies and eighties era. Neopunk is just saying that while it may be what is considered punk, it's still new, hence the 'neo' part. Neopunk is just the punk era of these days. It's not different.
[08-17:25] 595, *Squirrel: Ever heard of Gwar, Rowena?
[08-17:26] 521, *Cookie Monster: Then why not just call it punk?
[08-17:26] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : You're mistaking what I'm saying to be that neopunk is different from punk. It's the same, just that 'punk' classifies that exact same thing in the eighties.
[08-17:26] ef5, ºEnvy: A time period...? um... ok.
[08-17:27] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Because it's still not punk. It's like... If the victorian period came about the exact same as before, it's still not the victorian period again.
[08-17:27] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Yes. Punk is a time period from when it originated until its death in the mid to late eighties.
[08-17:29] ef5, ºEnvy: As "neopunk" is just a bunch of corporate puppets singing about things that nobody cares about with shitty lyrics, it is not punk. It's a marketing scheme. Punk is a whole entire state of being. It's an attitude and a way of life. "fuck you, I'm saying whatever the fuck I want to and I'm going to say what I want to and put me in jail, I don't care" That's punk. It's not some fucking time period. Elvis was a punk, Run DMC were punks. It just got lumped into a music category because the people making that music happened to be punks. It had nothing to do with the time, except the world was in total shambles because of the war.
[08-17:31] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : No. Neopunk is not the music, neopunk is the exact same as punk only in a different time. You're mistaking what I'm saying.
[08-17:32] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Punk really came out in the seventies and eighties, and then died away into hiding. Now, as it's back, it's no different except the time
[08-17:33] 595, *Squirrel: *Stands by and watches*
[08-17:33] ef5, ºEnvy: time has nothing to do with it. There is that punk, which is popular, then real punk. punk did not come back into neopunk. It's a completely different type of music. Have you even listened to Rancid, or the Distillers.... or the Transplants? BUT
[08-17:34] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I'm not talking about music!
[08-17:35] ef5, ºEnvy: Neopunk is not the exact same. That's fashion. Real punk is to the core.
[08-17:36] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : I'm not talking about the fashion. The real punk and everything that you're talking about is only called neo punk so that people can distinguish between the decades.
[08-17:37] ef5, ºEnvy: Well, that is real punk people making music. hang with your new 'neopunks' at Hot Topic all you want. But that's not real. That isn't punk in any form. old or new.
[08-17:37] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : neo just means new. It's not a different type of punk or anything. It's not the clothes or the hair or the music. It's the same thing, but called 'neopunk' because people tend to get confused.
[08-17:37] ef5, ºEnvy: so... are there neohippies?
[08-17:37] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Yes.
[08-17:37] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : My brother is one, sadly enough.
[08-17:38] ef5, ºEnvy: but... that's a label placed on a person that lives and believes certain things...
[08-17:39] ef5, ºEnvy: it doesn't need a different label because it's in a different decade. Punk is punk, hippie is hippie, mod is mod, and a redneck... will always be a redneck
[08-17:40] ef5, ºEnvy: speaking of which... I need to call my vegan alcholic girlifriend to remind her of the pig urine content in beer *snicker
[08-17:40] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : We always joke that he was born in the wrong decade. And neohippies are just basically the chlidren of hippies, so to speak. Not biologically of course, but the 'neo' is only added to emphasize that these are not the 60's treehuggers bringing an end to whatever war or conflict, they're the 04 treehuggers bringing an end to the iraq war and all that stuff.
[08-17:41] ef5, ºEnvy: well, call it what you want. Real punk is around, pissed off as ever.
[08-17:43] ef5, ºEnvy: phony bastards going around with their Blink 182 t-shirts saying that their punk still makes me want to bash their heads in. bah. toss 'em in a Transplants mosh pit with the real punks and see how they survive.
[08-17:44] 5d0, *Rowena Michaels : Blink 182 is just a bunch of posers. Real punk is around. Sort of. The only thing is, it's got a different name.
[08-17:46] 521, *Cookie Monster: Calling something dead just because the time frame in which it was most well known then saying that it continues on with a prefix to denote that its now differant doesn't make sense
[08-18:15] ef5, ºEnvy: Sorry about that disappearing thing. my friend that I haven't seen in years unexpectedly came by with her baby that I HAD to play with
[08-18:17] 595, *Squirrel: Ahh
[08-18:20] ef5, ºEnvy: I got to feed him *beams* so cute. I totally unabashedly get all gooey about babies and kittens. I don't even care.
[08-18:20] 595, *Squirrel: lol
[08-18:22] ef5, ºEnvy: unless their ugly babies or the babies of people that I don't like. But since my family is all cute, as are my friends, that doesn't happen much.
[08-18:26] ef5, ºEnvy: their... they're. gah. I HATE it when people do that
[08-18:26] 595, *Squirrel: Hehe
[08-18:27] 595, *Squirrel: Well. gotta go. I'll see y'all later
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[08-18:29] ef5, ºEnvy: *registers to vote* bye Squirrel
[08-18:35] 521, *Damali Aloula: *Damali is at the bar, counting up her monies collected from the day's dancing. As usual, the numbers aren't as high as they are at night, but she's gotten a decent profit*
[08-18:39] ef5, ºGavin Livingston 
: *leans casually against the very same bar, which he happens to be behind, yet further down. Back to bartending. Chaz felt he'd be better down here since he wasn't as initially as intimidating as some of the other bouncers. But whatever. Didn't hurt his pride any. He'd still have no reservations about hopping over the counter to toss some lowlife if needed*
[08-18:42] 521, *Damali Aloula: *currently, Damali's looking at 600 hundred dollars... in only six bills*
[08-18:44] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *pours some guy a Bud and collects the cash. And as that appears to be the only customer for a while, he starts to wipe down the counter. Naturally, he notices the wad* Not bad for a nights work, eh?
[08-18:46] 521, *Damali Aloula: Very good... Can you... tell me if this is real? *moves one of the hundreds that the weird guy gave her last night over to Gavin*
[08-18:49] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *he nods and places his finger on the bill, taking it back to the register where he marks it with one of those little markers that turn color on fake money, then he walks back over and slides it back to her* Yep.
[08-18:51] 521, *Damali Aloula: *blinks... and then considers just WHAT she can buy with the six hundred plus the hundred some more that she made over the rest of the night*
[08-18:53] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *as if he can tell what she's thinking, though that's not necessarily the case* Better save at least most of it. You never know when some night may not be so good and you'll need it.
[08-18:54] 521, *Damali Aloula: I've got a room from my... uncle, so I don't have to worry about money too much.
[08-18:56] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *just shrugs, wiping down glasses* It's a strange city... you just never know.
[08-18:59] 521, *Damali Aloula: *nods and begins to put the money away* Is good tip.
[08-19:01] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *turns around to put the glasses away on a shelf when he speaks* You want a drink? It's a little slow in here and I'm pretty bored
[08-19:03] 521, *Damali Aloula: Yes... uh... *ponders for a moment* Whiskey.
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[08-19:05] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : On the rocks? Or just a shot? *he used to love whiskey to, in the good ol' days. Now he can simply enjoy the scent*
[08-19:06] 2a2, Jake: He walks down the street, same bat time, same bat place, he laughes at the thought, now if he could only remember where the hell he got it from, just another problem on the stack of thousands more, he turns and enters into the burning bush*
[08-19:07] 521, *Damali Aloula: Just the shot.
[08-19:07] 521, *Jihan Aloula: ((hey! What happened to the pause???))
[08-19:10] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *nods and turns back around, picking up the shot glass and pouring her a shot of JD, because let's face it, if you're just going to drink whiskey, why not Jack? His stringy hair hangs in his face, his eyes not seeming quite as intense as usual, but they'll probably always be dark pools of mystery* Here ya go *slides it to her* If you don't like that kind, we'll find another (brb)
[08-19:11] 2a2, Jake: he pays his way into the club and walks up to the bar* a pint please* he asks in a thick english accent, *
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[08-19:13] 521, *Jihan Aloula: *glances at Jake as he enters*
[08-19:14] 521, *Jihan Aloula: ((why did you exit and reenter?))
[08-19:14] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : (back) A pint of....? *just lets it trail off. There are several things, including 7 kinds of beer, that he could pour into a pint*
[08-19:14] 2a2, Jake: (( had to adjust my stuff))
[08-19:14] 521, *Jihan Aloula: ((you can change stuff in chat))
[08-19:15] 2a2, Jake: genniss* he says as he has no clue as to why that brand, sounds right his british after all*
[08-19:18] 2a2, Jake: he scans the room slowly as he lights a cig with his zippo and takes a deep drag*
[08-19:18] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *yet Guiness is Irish. But who's keeping track, really? Without a nod or any other kind of sign of friendliness, he opens the freezer for a chilled mug and pours the beer from the tap, then brings it back, placing it on a coaster in front of him.*
[08-19:19] 521, *Damali Aloula: ((woops, been playing wrong Aloula))
[08-19:20] 521, *Damali Aloula: *sips her whiskey quietly, wondering if she wants to move to another portion of the bar*
[08-19:22] 2a2, Jake: he pays the man with a twenty and tells him* keep the change* he takes a long drink and sighs, knowing that the stripper from last night is here and not really caring, he's more concerned with his life at the moment*
[08-19:24] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *just is a bouncer... not a bartender. He's not trained to be friends with anyone but the girls. He puts his hand over the bill and pulls it back, putting it in the register and the change into his pocket while grumbling out a thanks*
[08-19:26] 2a2, Jake: he looks to the bouncer and asks* cuse me friend, you seen a bird in here named Sam?* he asks not remembering if he had seen sam or not when he left the hotel room*
[08-19:28] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *shakes his head, not knowing any girl with that name on or off* No.
[08-19:30] 521, *Damali Aloula: *yeah... definately wants to get away from him. Gets up with her drink and begins to head for back stage*
[08-19:30] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *out of the corner of his eye, he notices Damali sipping the shot, which causes him to smile.... she's obviously new at this* Hey... *turns his head to look at her* are you old enough to be drinking that, by the way?
[08-19:32] 521, *Damali Aloula: *looks back* Of course. *gives him a wink, intending him to let him think she realy might be under age*
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[08-19:34] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *just winks back. Like he cares, or Cecile. He was merely picking on her*
[08-19:34] 2a2, Jake: he watches her out of the corner of his eye and can't blame her for wanting to get away, knowing he invaded her mind last night and figuring she doesn't want it to happen again he keeps his distance*
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[08-19:36] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *now has no choice to look back at the man* You creep the girls out *there is no amusement in his voice. In fact, he doesn't look all that happy about it at all*
[08-19:36] 521, *Damali Aloula: (( jake, next time you want to change pics, just type "/image" then whatever the link is))
[08-19:37] 2a2, Jake: oh cool))
[08-19:38] 2a2, Jake: he looks to her and tries to think of something to say, some way of making it better, the only thing that comes out is* sorry for that last night
[08-19:41] 521, *Damali Aloula: Do that often and you'll get kicked out... *moves back to the bar, but to a spot severa seats further away from him*
[08-19:44] 2a2, Jake: suddenly that rage is there again, fueling himmaking him stronger andhe feels like he will loose control, but the calm reutrns just as soon as if left him, in his mind he hears something screaming, but he ca'nt make out what it's saying, he looks at her* like I said, I am sorry
[08-19:45] 521, *Damali Aloula: Sorry doesn't fix what you did.
[08-19:46] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *keeps an eye on this guy, as protecting the girls is his number one priority, even if he is stuck behind the bar* Damali? *looks at her with a raised brow*
[08-19:47] 2a2, Jake: his mind screams again and he catches just a whisper of let me out, let me the fuck out, but he has no clue as to who is saying it, he looks to the bartender/bouncer and waits for the fight because he knows she will say something*
[08-19:48] 521, *Damali Aloula: *looks over to Gavin, trying to brush it off, as she's got a few things to hide that talking about what he did would reveal in hints* He tried to fuck with my head.
[08-19:49] 2a2, Jake: here we go, he thinks as his body enacts the potency of blood(( thaumaturgy path of blood **)) which drops him to 7th gen, he suddenly feels stornger, but has no clue as to why he takes another sip of his guiness and sighs*
[08-19:51] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : Would you feel more comfortable if he left? *is speaking solely to her*
[08-19:52] 521, *Damali Aloula: *senses something going on magic wise in Jake, isn't sure what it is, but she at least can sense power. Totaly ignores Gavin's question* Don't.
[08-19:53] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : (since your char hasn't been approved, I'd appreciate it if you didn't use your VtM powers yet))
[08-19:54] 2a2, Jake: he waits, not wanting trouble b(( I have been registered))
[08-19:54] 521, *Damali Aloula: ((actualy Jake, if you look at your name, you will notice that in fact you are not))
[08-19:54] 2a2, Jake: (( I'm using anything out there, just basic thaumaturgy powers))
[08-19:55] 2a2, Jake: he waits not wanting trouble, but he is not going to die tonight either*
[08-19:55] 2a2, Jake: (( how can you tell, has no clue))
[08-19:56] 521, *Damali Aloula: ((if there's a dot, *, or circle in front of your name, that means that you are. You have none of these))
[08-19:56] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : (no you haven't since I'm the only one that can do it and I haven't. Just please don't use them yet. I'm not buying your sheet and I need to talk to the other admin about it who isn't on)
[08-19:57] 2a2, Jake: (( so am I just suppose to sit here and be defenceless? I mean no disrespect, but I realy don't want to loose my charecter))
[08-19:58] 2a2, Jake: (( and what is the problem with my sheet? I mean all I have is thaumaturgy, there is a charecter on this chat with temporis))
[08-19:59] 2a2, Jake: (( I'm not trying to be a problem, I just don't want to die,))
[08-20:00] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : ((since nobody is threatening him with any powers that any just generic vampire can't handle, you'll be fine. I mean, it looks a little... not like a well rounded sheet. You're missing a lot of things and have too much of what you have, but I'm going to talk to Moth about it. I've sent him an e-mail and it'll all get straightened out))
[08-20:01] 2a2, Jake: (( do you have AIM, if so could you IM me at jabinbooth please, I woudl like to talk about this further if thats not a problem))
[08-20:01] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : (and nobody is threatening to kill your character. just... relax. heh. I don't allow fighting with unregistered chars anyways. go ahead and play, just keep away from a fight and don't use the powers)
[08-20:01] 2a2, Jake: (( cool))
[08-20:03] 2a2, Jake: (( but please IM me if you can))
[08-20:05] 2a2, Jake: he grips the mug and takes another drink(( just x out me using my power))
[08-20:08] 521, *Damali Aloula: I would... but it doesn't matter. I'm gonna get my stuff togather and leave...
[08-20:11] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : Alright. Do you want me to get someone to escort you home. *it's not an uncommon thing. If a girl feels threatened, drunk, or just too tired to pay attention, she gets an escort*
[08-20:16] 521, *Damali Aloula: Uh... yeah. That would be nice... *isn't sure she feels compfortable with Gavin taking her home, but it's loads better than walking home after dealing with this creep*
[08-20:18] 2a2, Jake: he watches them both for a moment and sighs, still feeling sorry for what he did and not wanting to hurt her*
[08-20:19] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : *didn't say that he was taking her home. He's stuck behind the bar, but he nods towards one of the three guys standing by the stage. A huge, beefy black guy... the type that Cecile tends to have working for her. When he walks over, Gavin leans over the bar* Would you please escort the lady home *opens the register and pulls out a 50 and hands it over to him* cab fare... and you'd better bring change
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[08-20:22] 521, *Damali Aloula: *smiles to the black man, as he's nice and intimidating and you just need to do that for big intimidating guys.* I'll be right back. *goes to the dressing room and gets into her civies*
[08-20:29] ef5, ºGavin Livingston : Is that, you Squirrel
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[08-20:30] 595, *Squirrel: Nope..this is me...
[08-20:33] ef5, ºEnvy: whooo
[08-20:37] 595, *Squirrel: <_< >_>
[08-20:40] ef5, ºEnvy: *cuddles Squirrel*
[08-20:40] 595, *Squirrel: *Cuddles teh Envy*
[08-20:47] ef5, ºEnvy: *can't believe she actually has to put up a thing about reading the board...*
[08-20:48] 595, *Squirrel: Yeah...
[08-20:49] 595, *Squirrel: You'd think it'd be common sense..
[08-20:49] ef5, ºEnvy: but it's just not. Not reading the board is actually been an issue. I mean, that's the first thing I do when I go into a new room
[08-20:51] 595, *Squirrel: Same here..*shrug* Some people...heh
[08-20:51] 595, *Squirrel: Gonna go make some s'mores bbiab
[08-20:52] ef5, ºEnvy: mmmm! eat some for me!
[08-21:04]
: ((Yup)): *walks down the street, her hands tucked into nicely fitting jeans. The heat finally gotten so that she had to abandon her jacket, so she's in a white tank top... typical warm weather attire. She's on her way to the Bush for her check*: *Serving drinks at the Bush, dressed up in tight pair of shorts and short shirt with the Burning Bush logo across the back along with the silohuette (sp?) of a stripper on a pole under it. Balancing about 5 different sized drinks on that little serving tray and weaving through the crowd watching the current dancer*: *comes in, going up to Chaz's office and knocks.* Hey, I need my check *the door opens and the guy opens the door. Since he's on the phone, he just hands her the envelope and waves. She heads back out, stopping by the bar for a bottled water before leaving. While waiting for the poor 'tender to get around to her request, she turns and looks around the room. For a split second, Katya catches her eye. Maybe it's some look on her face, or some way that she carries herself. How could she have missed it before?*: *Giggles as some man slaps her on the butt, of course just for the show of it. As soon as she is away a scowl comes on her face, but is quickly replaced by a smile as she comes to the next customer, dropping his drink off and doing a little playful flirting , letting him get a quick peek at the thong underneath for a big tip stuffed in her pocket. A little demeaning, yes, but still, money to spend..even though she made over $200 last night from that one guy...eh, make more those rainy days...heads back to the bar, thin sheen of sweat on her forehead from all the walking and such.* Two whiskey sours, a sex on the beach, and three rum and cokes..*Sets her tray down with a huff of air*: *her green eyes are bright with something that's been dead for... well, as long as she's worked here, a part of her that she's had to kill a bit to work here; inspiration. Without any kind of greeting, she speaks* I'd like to photograph you sometime.: *is a little scared of Jihan*: *Blinks* Huh? ... *Looks over at Kailynn and leans closer, cupping a hand around her ear* I'm sorry the music must be to loud..eh..mind repeating that? *Smiles warmly to her, checking on her tray and seeing it only has the rum and cokes on it, leans back on the bar for some more relaxation time* Swear, sometimes the DJ must be absolutly deaf to play it at this volume..: Well, a club full of men. Maybe it's better that we don't hear. *her voice raised as requested* I'd like to photograph you sometime.: Photograph me..? *Raises an eyebrow slightly, tapping her chin in thought* Uhm...*Shrugs* OKay...what kind of photography we talkin about here?: Tasteful kind *had been a photography major for a few years. She knows how to do it right* I haven't done anything in too long.: Well then uh..*Looks back to her tray and sees it full* I'll be right back...*Rushes off to get the drinks to the customers, and thier orders before returning* So..sorry about that, work and all.: mmm *nods once, waiting for an answer*: But uh..yes, yes I would love to model for you..uh..Kailynn, that your name? *Has talked to Damali a few times about her and asked a couple girls about her*: Yes. It is. *the strange girl that doesn't go out drinking afterwards. The one that doesn't socialize after work... it's not that surprising that they gossip.* Are you settling in alright?: *Nods slowly* Yup..had my first dance last night, made a killing, then served and did a lap dance too..today's been a little busier, two lapdances, a "private" session, two stage dances and then this...wow..*laughs a little* Sounds like a lot when I actually say it..: I was here for your first dance. Not bad *though she hadn't stayed around for all of it* It can be a long day here *Kailynn just seems so flat and dull, which helps with the gossip... how could she be one of the highest paid girls here with such a blank tone about her* But I've never been able to find anything around that pays better.: Yeah..I've never had anything that paid as much as this can. I mean...two hundred..and tonight..wow..I'll be a bit tired after work, but it'll be worth it. Can tell already: *after all this time, she's still not sure how worth it all this is, but then again... she's not like most of these girls. She's not after power or freedom... just tuition. She smiles, though. Not in her work attire, she looks just like a normal girl* Sometimes, it is.: *Nods to the new entry with a warm smile, is in her work attire so his guess would be right*: ((you get an e-mail)): Well, I'll talk to you more about it later. *and then she's out the door and gone*: *Nods with a smile and goes about serving her drinks, NPCed for now*: ((I'll rp for a bit)): ((night)): *she'll blink at Jake and hand him the shot he ordered. She'll smile slighly* Hey there. Name's Harmonia. Looks like you've seen a ghost. What's got ya spooked?: ((*pokes Cookie* Join in)): *thinks for a moment* Nope I haven't. If I see her thought I'll tell her you're looking for her. You sure you're ok?: ((*Wants rp!*)): ((*Even though she's tired as hell and is pissed at peoples!* *Wants rp!* *Bugs people for it!*)): *looks at Eyad and smiles* Hello, name's harmonia. How can I help you?: *Down the stairs a little girl bounds, dressed in a pink sundress and with a matching pink ribbon in her hair, bare footed and the epitome of innocence, she marches straight up to the bar and crawls up onto a barstool, glancing around as if it were no big deal that she were there.*: *she'll look at Jake and smile, giving him another one* Thank you. *looks at Rowena and smiles, looks back at Eyad and nods, getting him his drink* There ya go sir. *looks at Rowena* And what would you like?: *She glances up to Harmonia with a smile* Chocolate milk please. *Kicks her feet back and forth as they're nowhere near long enough to rest on the ground steadily, glancing around with big doe eyes*: *she smiles at Rowena and nods, getting her a glass of chocolate milk* There ya go honey. So how are you this evening?: I'm remarkably pleasant. And yourself? *She gives a toothy grin and scoots onto the seat next to Jake, feeling as though he needed her company*: *she smiles and shrugs* As good as I can be.: *She grins to HArmonia and swings her legs, sipping her chocolate milk*: *she leans against the bar now, watching the few occupants other then those at the bar itself*: *She doesn't even notice it, however, or doesn't seem to, simply turning to him and smiling* Hi, I'm Rowena, what's your name, do you want some chocolate milk, I have lots and lots if you do, I can make it myself sometimes but Wal--daddy says I make a mess. *Grin!*: *Kawaii* ^_^: *she smiles at Rowena and looks at Eyad* So what brings you here?: *She grins up to him and sips her milk a moment before tilting her head to the side* You're nice. I like you. *aww* ((No, we're in the Before The Dawn bar.)): ((*Points at the icon next to her and Harmonia's names*)): *Drinks her milk and wonders why the creepy man is allowed in the bar* ((^_~)): I don't got parents. I only got Walter. He's sleepin' because he's tired. I'm not sleepin' cause I'm not tired at all and it's past my bedtime. *Proud grin!*: *looks at Rowena* How is Walter anyway?: *She smiles, her eyes twinkling* He's very good. *Nods, and to those around her it may seem as if little Rowena has developed a crush on her caretaker.*: *she smiles and nods. looks over at Eyad*: *She looks to the cards and then up to Jake* You shouldn't place your luck in such trinkets. *Smiles, showing in her features a wisdom far beyond her days.*: ((I'm about to pass out, so apologies for the tiny RP. *Cuddles with all* I'm gonna wrap it up with Rowena.)): ((*hugs Rowena* Night)): *Yes, she gets up and goes to bed, pausing for a hug around the middle to Jake and Harmonia before skipping off*: ((I'm out---zzzzzz........)): *nods and gets him that. Hands it to him* There ya go: *perks a brow* Oh really? Might I ask why: *looks at Jake and nods, getting him another one* There ya are: I see: *she smiles at Jake and nods* Will do. *looks at Eyad* Very true: *looks at him and shrugs* I'm allowed to give one or 2 word comments occasionally. So tell me, what's your story?: *nods* Much better then my story I have to say: *shrugs* Was born and raised in L.A. My parents owned this bar when I was little. THey were killed a couple of years ago and so I inherited it. I've run it for about 5 years now.: *Shakes her head* Not at first, after about a month I got one: *shakes her head* No, I had my aunt and uncle who had a liscence, they kept it open while I got mine: Nope. They helped me when I first got the place, then once I was standing on my own to feet, they let me deal with it: *she smiles* It was something that I wanted to try. What business, pray tell, are you in?: *nods* Impressive. I have my own little hotel thing above the bar. That's one of the nice things about this place: Well I have total of 8 rooms, but you can fit 2 in each so a total of 16 people: Yep. Right above the bar. A couple of the employees live up there: *smiles* I still charge rent, it's just cheaper because they work for me: $70 a month, that includes heat/air conditioning and all that other stuff: For the employees it seems fair because they are working for me and helping me out around here. Also that is one of my favorite numbers for some reason: That's just it. I don't care about profitable, as long as I can give my tenants, and the customers what they want, I am happy: *nods and gets it, hands it to him* there ya go. I take it you are surprised: There is more then profit in the world, you just have to find it. ((i need to work tomorrow so can we fade?)): ((*hugs* Thanks for the rp. *goes off to bed*)): *walk in throught he front door, coming in from a walk wearing baggy black pants midriff black tank and her hair in a half bun with chopsticks holding it together, walks behind the bar and looks around* ehhh empty again: **color test**: *ajusts her bag over her shoulder as she walks out the back door of the Bush. Her hair is pulled back into a loose braid. Strange weather, so she's wearing hiking boots in case of rain and a warm, dark green jacket. Following behind her is a bodyguard, who is trying to not be too obvious... yet obvious enough*
: *he hasn’t really gone all that far, he’s mostly just been wandering around, almost wanting to be found, he just wants this to be over. Everything now, the world just hurt too much to live in, and finally it might actually be over. He was just hoping when it came down to it that it wouldn’t be to painful when he died*: *she slips into an all-night diner not all too far down the street, followed of course, She comes out a few moments later, tucking a brown paper wrapped sandwich into her bag and continues on her way. She has so many things to think about, she doesn't even know where to start. Mostly, she's thinking that she needs to get a day job*: *he walks past an alleyway, stumbling a bit, and suddenly feels a gloved hand close around the back of his shirt, and pull him into the alleyway, slamming him up against the wall, his head hits the wall, so for a second he’s seeing stars*: *holds Jayiln against the wall, studying his face to be sure this is the right guy* Jayiln Anderson. You’re a hard man to track down, glad to have finally found you.: *she recognizes the voice... and the name being spoken, which makes her stop. She motions for the bodyguard to stop, but not leave. She had walked past the alley, but now she walks back, slowly peering around the corner.*: *he blinks his eyes a few times, focusing, and it doesn’t’ take much to realize this much be the guy who was coming to kill him. Finally. He doesn’t resist, just stands there, staring at Dunstan* So you’re the one who’s going to kill me….can I ask why?: All the guy said that hired me as that you’re not human, and you were hurting humans, but you could be hurt and killed by conventional means. That’s it, anything else? I’ll give you one more question before I finish this *he’s basically figure the guys about to die, doesn’t matter if he answers his last few questions, he had about five seconds left to his life*: No…that was it. Just…do it *closes his eyes despite himself, waiting for the end*: *blinks as Dunstan speaks. So Jaylin had hurt people. Her eyes widen as she watches. This is for real... she's watching someone get murdered*: *already has the gun with a silencer out, and puts it to Jaylins chest, firing once in the heart, then move back a little and firing three more shoots. He has to be sure this is done. As soon as it’s over he just turns to walk back the way he had come. His job is over*: *falls down the wall, apparently dead, blood pretty much everywhere as it gushes out of the bullet wounds, completely covering the shirt he was wearing*: *with the bodyguard moves to get her out of the way, pulling her to the ground. When the shots stop, he pulls her up and tries to run, but she pulls her arm away* Go, I'm fine *the guard naturally protests, but she insists. He looks as if he's going to walk away, but as she turns her back to him, he follows her. She walks down the ally, trying no to look at the body*: *coughs, blood coming out of his mouth as his eyes snap open while he looks around, he knows he should be dead, but he’s not, and he also knows better than to make anymore noise then that, he was already risking being heard by the guy that had shot him, he can’t turn his head to check if he’d left the alleyway or not yet. He’s starting to cry silently, not only because of the pain, but because he realizes what it means that he’s still alive*: *she's not even trying to be quiet as her boots thump on the ground, stepping over the garbage and the grime. She knew that Dunstan probably would have had to kill her, but she'd been a coward enough* You just killed a good man... how does it feel?: *stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes as he turns around, somehow frustrated more than shocked that she’s here* It feels exactly the same as killing an evil man. Killing is killing, it always feels the same.: *keeps walking even after he stops* I guess it's a miracle that you feel much of anything at all about it. *she stops right behind him. Another step and she'd have bumped right into him* Are you just going to leave him in the street?: Pretty much, he’s dead. If I touched him, I might leave evidence. And it’s not like it matters, no on is going to care what happens to him. Since apparently you knew of him, you’d know he’s just some drunk who drifts from job to job. No one cares. Is that all? *is practically glaring at her, he doesn’t like the fact that she’s judging him. If she was smart, she should have run the other way, not that he actually was going to hurt her for yelling at him. He wasn’t really worried she’d do anything beyond what she’s doing now, because then he would actually have to kill her, and she has to know that*: *her fingers curl into fists, which land on his chest* I care, *they raise and land again* you bastard. You're not even human. Human's don't leave people in the street.: *grabs her hand* Wrong, I am human, He however, was not. Something I doubt you were aware of. He is over a hundred years old, and he’s never done anything to deserve anyone to care if he’s gone. Plus, he obviously did something wrong to someone, or I wouldn’t have been hired *he pushes her away and starts to turn* I’d suggest you get over it. He’s dead, end of story, and unless you want to be dead too, you’ll walk away now *turns the rest of the way and starts walking, he doesn’t want her to see that what she said had affected him. He’d known he shouldn’t of ever gotten to know her as well as he had, and now here was the reason come around to kick him in the ass*: *she doesn't believe anything that he says. How could she? That's just ridiculous. She calls after him* You just murdered an unarmed man who was just trying to get himself together. Tell yourself whatever you want.: *doesn’t react at all, just keeps walking, heading home, he just refuses to argue about it anymore*: *manages to turn his head, having listened to what was going on, just to be sure the other guy was really gone* Kailynn…*manages to rasp it out, though it’s painful to speak*: *turns her head towards the voice. She briefly looks back at Dunstan to see if he had heard as well before slowly walking back towards... what she had thought had been a body*: *pushes the pause button*: *shifts slightly, crying out in pain when he does, but he feels strange. He’s never been hurt this badly before, and it feels like everything is starting to go numb, but at the same time he can still feel what’s going on. He figures it’s just so much pain his mind is starting to block the majority of it out* He’s gone?: *her jaw is so slack that she has a hard time speaking* I... think so. *she kneels down, wishing she'd bothered to invest in a cell phone* I'm... I'm going to go call an ambulance, alright.: *squeezes his eyes shut* Whatever…as long as they have painkillers…lots of painkillers *starts to laugh more out of hysteria than anything, but has to stop as it causes to much pain* I…think…I’m suppose to be dead.: I... think you are too *She stands* Just... *what do you say next? 'stay there'?* hold on *still in quite a state of shock, seeing Dunstan kill Jaylin... then Jaylin not being dead, she bolts to the nearest payphone*: *still just sits there, pulling up a hand to touch his chest, wincing. Except for the fact he’s still conscious, he can’t figure out how he survived, then he feels a weight in his hand, and when he pulls it back the bullet from the shot that went to his heart is in his hand. He’s still bleeding, and in a hell of a lot of pain, but when he looks down the other bullets are in his lap* What the hell…no….*closes his eyes again as tears flow down his face, though now it’s because he’s still alive, not because it hurts*: *makes the call, hoping the response time of the law enforcent/rescue squads won't disappoint her. She kneels back down next to him* Close your eyes *said as she unzips her jacket*: No…problem *just keeps his eyes shut, not sure what it is that she’s doing, but he really doesn’t care, he just wants this all to stop, but it’s more than obvious now it never will*: *pulls her shirt off, flipping it to fold so that it will have more thickness. She doesn't take the time to put her jacket back on and since her bra is in the pocket of her coat... well, it could be colder and this guy, for all she knows, is bleeding to death, which is more important than her modesty. She holds the shirt over where the bulletholes are in his clothes*: Thank you…..*still keeps his eyes shut, trying not to start laughing hysterically again, he can’t even figure out why he feels like laughing other than it’s just gotten so bad now that it’s funny* I hope…they show up soon…painkillers…or even just a bottle of Jack Daniels or …something would be real good right about now.: You don't seem to realize just how full of holes you are *finally just sits on the dirty ground, holding her shirt pressed against said holes*: I…think…it’s 4. I remember…4 shots *winces and coughs in pain, it’s coming more in waves now, though he’s pretty sure that’s another trick of his mind to get him through this* I…I should be dead…*is saying almost as if he does say so, it’ll suddenly be true*: I know... you should at least not be talking *she'd heard of things like this... bullets just missing organs and arteries. This guy was either the luckiest guy alive or... or Dunstan was right. The thought hadn't really occured to her until just now. She takes her hand from her shirt, but it stays. Then she picks up her jacket from behind her and puts it on*: I…yeah, probably *trails off, letting his head roll to one side, his eyes opening halfway, though it’s obvious he can’t focus on anything* One last…thing. Thank you.: *her eyes close as she puts her hand back on the shirt, at least hoping to slow down the bleeding* D... *shakes her head* don't thank me: Why? *he’s starting to feel a bit drowsy. No, he wasn’t dead, but he did, and is still a bit, loosing blood, and it’s starting to get to him as the adrenaline and other things start to wear off*: Because I think I could have done something. *wonders where the fuck the ambulance is* Something before it happened.: Before…what….*he’s really starting to have trouble focusing, or even staying awake, but there’s something important going on he knows he should stay up for, though figuring out what it is exactly is starting to get difficult*: before he shot you. *doesn't figure she's telling him anything he doesn't know* But... before they get here, we have to establish that you only know me from work and I was just walking by... *trails off, feeling bad slightly bad for asking him, but... self preservation is pretty high on her list*: Right...work *this is all getting very confusing for him, and hard to keep up with* What’s that noise? *he’s referring to the sound of an ambulance siren as it get closer* It’s really…loud.: It's the ambulance.... finally. You're going to be alright *tries to smile, but she doesn't have any idea if he's going to die or not, but some encouragement couldn't hurt, right?*: Oh…good *closes his eyes and finally passes out, right as the ambulance pulls up and the paramedics get out*: *as the paramedics take care of him, they bombard her with questions.... but she was walking home from work and heard the shots. No she didn't see it... yadda yadda*: *gets loaded into the back of the ambulance, and things start getting hooked up. Comments about how he’s lucky to be alive already starting as they get him ‘stabilized’ and ready for transport to the hospital for more advanced care, though when they go through his wallet looking for some kind of ID for purposes of finding out if he’s allergic to anything, they find nothing actually helpful*: Hey, how are ya: I know it does. Cool that you are making a new char: awesome: that's why i never upload pictures on to pjj. I'm way to impatient: Well I need to go, mom is waking up. Be on later today. Bye bye. *hugs then sneaks out of the room*
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: *he’s already sitting up in bed, planning an escape of sorts, though it’s slow going considering he’d probably need a wheel chair to get out, his still feels really weak, plus someone to push said wheel chair. He’ hates hospitals beyond anything else, and the constant ‘we can’t believe you’re alive’ looks combined with an endless quest to get information like his full name out of him is not making him want to stay anymore.*: *rolls his eyes and lays back in the bed, someone else coming to ask a bunch of questions he won’t answer, or to once again tell him how lucky he is to be alive* Come in, what is it now?: No…and I don’t really have much of one anyway *great, a detective, this day was just getting better and better. He should have gone ahead and gone with his original plan of crawling out of the hospital, even if he’d probably have gotten caught, or passed out as soon as he reached the door. At least it might have saved him from this*: I was shot four times *just stares at her a bit blankly, hoping maybe she gets frustrated easily, then this'll be over fast*: Yeah, I remember getting shot….didn’t ever quite get past that, kinda the only part that really stuck in my memory, seeing as it hurt so much *folds his arms as best he can considering the IV as he lays there*: ((I got booted off MSN, but I'm still around)): The report says that you were shot from the front... did you see anything of the person who shot you *scribbles down what he said, exact words.*: I suppose I would of had to of wouldn’t I? *smiles very sarcastically*: *sighs deeply, putting her pen down and looking up at him* Look... I'm not here to investigate your case. This isn't my area of expertise, so the sooner you just tell me all that you know, I'll be gone and you can sit here and be obnoxious to yourself.: I don’t know anything other than I was shot, alright? *drops the smile into a glare* I don’t care what you’re here for, I’m not saying anymore to anyone. Everyone keeps asking me questions, I’d think by now someone would have figured out I’m not answering.: *Well... that was interesting. A simple "I didn't see anything, I don't know" would have worked just fine and she would have left... but an "I'm not telling?"* We're just here to help you.: I don’t need help. If I did I would have asked for it by now. What would be helpful, is if everyone would just leave me alone.: *well, fine. If that's how he wanted to be, let the homicide detectives deal with it* Fine... I'll have this statement typed up and brought by for you to sign *closes the folder and opens another* What about the girl that found you? *has her statement, but isn't going to tell him that, or that they've met a few times before*: (wave wave to her favorite hotel owner): She’s just a girl I’ve seen at work a couple times before *maybe said that a little fast, but he doesn’t want her to get dragged into this, she hadn’t done anything but be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he still vaguely remembered something about her saying to remember he only knew her from work*
: OOC: *Waves back*: Did you know her before working there? *one question at a time. Just like she'd been trained. Don't overload them*: No, I never saw her before work…and then when she found me. That was it *really wishes he’d had time to practice lying a bit more, it didn’t help that he wasn’t good at it, but he didn’t have the time now to work on it*: OOC: Be back a bit later.: Alright. Somebody will be by later to have you sign the statment *yes... he was a bad liar, but Kailynn had said nearly the same thing and she was either a liar of sociopathic proportions, or telling the truth. So she stands, pulling a card out of the folder and putting it on the stand by his bed*... for if you remember anything else.: I won’t *leans back and turns his head away, glad to get through that. At least he could do that much right, he seemed to screw up everything else*: *simply nods, still not seeming to mind either way... the rest of the investigation is not her problem. She doesn't even look back as she walks out the door. Yet, a particular red-head going in the opposite direction catches her eye as she leaves... but she says nothing just yet*: *knocks on his door mere moments after the detective leaves. Poor guy... but she doesn't know he'd just been bombarded again*: What? *snaps as he turns his head to look back at the door, thinking it’s the detective with something else to say, or another doctor*: *the door opens just a little bit, though she doesn't come in... not particularly fond of his tone of voice* I... could come back later.: ((need to restart)): Oh…it’s you…*frowns, he feels really bad for snapping at her, she hadn’t done anything wrong* Sorry…I thought you were someone else: *opens the door just a little more, this place making her skin crawl* No. Mind if I come in? I brought you something *said with a neutral face, her hands behind her back*: /squirrel man, you hire whatever the hell you want.: bah. whatever.: No, I don’t mind, you’re the first person I’ve seen who has been doing something other than telling me I’m lucky to be alive, or asking me what happened *manages a friendly smile*: *closes the door quietly behind her, then comes more into the room* Because I already know *holds her hand out, putting a long, rectangular box on his lap* Chili cheese foot long... the food here isn't really helpful to anyone's recovery *smiles a little*: Oh…you have to be an angel or something…I don’t think I’ve smelled real food since they got me into this building. *he opens the box and smiles at her* It’s almost like they’re tying to keep you sick longer with the crap they give people to eat around here.: I wasn't sure if you were feeling up to eating... but I thought the smell would boost your spirits *her pale lips curl into a smile* Did you get your painkillers?: *nods* Yeah, enough…though I think I could survive without them if it meant I could get out of here sooner. I’d almost forgotten how much I hated hospitals, but I remember very vividly now, and I think it’s worse then the last time I had to be in one.: Well, hang in there. I have to get back to work and thought I'd stop in. *sticks her hands into the pockets of her jacket* I'll see you soon... at work. *an obvious question*: If they still want me I suppose…and after I get out of here…*is looking down at the food before glancing back up* So…yes, I’ll see you there.: ((yay! we have a club and it looks lovely!!! *huggles Squirrel*): ((*and the player must now rush off to work before she's late* Laters all)): *she just nods then slips out the door* (bye Jayde!): ((test)): ((Image test)): ((Right, looks good there)): ((Excellent job Envy! And just in time for dinner))
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: (you sure do): ((Colour test)): Yes, is in his suite. Well, it's more like a house within a hotel, but whatever.: OOC: *Kicks his icon*: Marley still has clearence by the way.: *walks down the street, her dark jeans riding low on her hips with a bag swinging from her hand. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, accentuating her cheekbones. She pushes the door open to the cd store* (*will be there shortly*): *This store, unlike others, had one rule. If you were going to play music, it had better be good. No pop, rap, hip hop rap could be found in the Warehouse. Just the best of the best. It was a slow afternoon, and Jes had only seen a handful of customers through the glass doors. With the store to herself and nothing really to do, she resorted to the one thing she saved for days such as this: categorizing. Something to be done when the day had no end in sight. Moving discs, relocating, reorganizing. As she moved around the store, she sang along with the CD currently in her player.* See, I'm leaving....this warehouse frightens me. Has me tied up in knots, can't rest for a minute. Soon I'm going, slipping slow away...hoping to find something better than I've got inside of here...this warehouse slips away. *She dances as she sings, moving around the store....the music itself is at such a level that she doesn't hear the door to the store open, and continues to work obliviously.*: (*nudged Jon onto AIM*): (Dunno who Jon is, but he's a cutie!): OOC: Oh! Right! I always forget about AIM.: *which is too bad, because she found some rap quite... wonderful... like angry poetry with a beat. But, she tosses the bag onto the counter* I need to sell these *the bag is full of guy music. She's picked through what she wanted, the rest she either wasn't interested in or doesn't like.*: *She catches Marley out of the corner of her eye, thankfully, or else she never would have heard her.* Oh! *starting slightly, she smiles with a slightly apologetic air and steps around to the back of the counter, setting down the stack of CD's currently in her hands before turning down the music and looking to Marley, grinning as she takes a quick breath.* Selling? Alright, what've you got?: *leans on the counter, not seeming all that interested in the process. She made sure to steal good ones from the bastard... well, ones that other people would find good. She tends to be a bit more choosy*: *She waits a moment, looking to Marley expectantly before she clicks her teeth sharply, nodding. * Ok, well then. I'll just have a look-see myself, eh? *She flashes another grin before she pulls a few of the CDs out of the bag, flipping through them, occasionally nodding, or frowning, or both.* Hmmm. Alright...a little...mainstream, but I think I can work with that.: *She waits a moment, looking to Marley expectantly before she clicks her teeth sharply, nodding. * Ok, well then. I'll just have a look-see myself, eh? *She flashes another grin before she pulls a few of the CDs out of the bag, flipping through them, occasionally nodding, or frowning, or both.* Hmmm. Alright...a little...mainstream, but I think I can work with that. How much do you want for 'em?: *shrugs, looking around one more time before giving the girl a brief glance* What do pay for them?: Eh...*She looks down at the stack, sizing it up...15-20 CDs, mainstream music. They'd sell easily.* I'll take 50 for the lot of them.: Fine *short, brief. She holds out an unexcited, expectant hand. She didn't need the money, this was all about... well revenge, mostly*: *Shrugging, she crouches down, opening a nondescript metal money box and removing the cash, 2 twenties and a ten. Standing, she grins, and hands her the money.* Thanks for that...feel free to have a look around.: *wordlessly takes the money and walks back out the door. Well, that was the last of it. Tucking the money away she rounds the corner and goes into the hotel, brushing past the desk girl and into the elevator. Leaning against the wall, she lights a cigarette.*: ((wb Squirrelie!)): *As Marley walks out, Jes just shrugs as she picks up the stack and walks around the counter to the front of the store.* Wierd chick...*Said softly to herself as she begins to put the CDs into the proper places.*: ((Test pic)): *As Marley walks out, Jes just shrugs as she picks up the stack and walks around the counter to the front of the store.* Wierd chick...*Said softly to herself as she begins to put the CDs into the proper places.*: ((And back)): (OMFG THEY'RE HUGE!!!): (*blinks.... you're welcome*)): *the door opens again and a small girl comes in, soft blue eyes, pale hair. Her clothes are tattered and splattered with paint now and then. Her skin is tanned, obviously unnaturally due to her paleness otherwise*: *This time, she was able to hear the door opening, seeing as how the music had been turned off, and she looks up just as she slides the last CD into place.* What can I do you for?: *is more than a little surprised when she isn't chided by the elevator attendant for having the cigarette, and more than a little surprised when the elevator goes to the floor she had requested. She steps out of the elevator and goes directly to Jonathon's door and turns the knob. Locked... of course, so she knocks. Not the polite knock of room service, but short, three heavy knocks like the police*: *looks around the place. Oh yes... this will do. Her eyes stop on the source of the voice* I came to see if you needed any help?: Help? *She speaks as she walks, moving around the store and going back to her original work, which was reorganizing. Putting things back in their proper alphabetical order.* Looking for a job, eh?: His voice emits plainly, unmuffled. She'll probably observe a small speaker strip above the doorbell, which is why his voice wasn't masked by the wall and door in her way. ''Come in.'' If she tries the knob again, this time it will be unlocked.: *but she doesn't try the knob again... she just tried it and it's locked* You locked the door, asshole. Come let me in. Why do you lock the door anyway? Nobody can even get on this floor without your say so.: *nods, not quite missing, but more just not used to her long heavy dreads tugging around. Now, her short hair gives her no grief at all.* Yeah. *contrary to her appearance, she doesn't need a job at all, but she likes these kinds of places. The interraction*: A soft chuckle slides its way out of the small speaker. ''It's unlocked.'': *As she stops and turns around, she reaches up, one hand tugging at the back of her own short hair, the other wrapping across her stoumach as she sizes the girl up. She looked young, but not too young to help out. After a moment of intense(yeah, right) deliberation, she nods.* Alright. You start tomorrow. Pay's not great, but it's not really about the cash here. *Grinning, she extends a hand.* I'm Jes.: No it is...*in mid sentance, she turns the knob to prove him wrong, but to her dismay, the door opens.* Of course... *she mutters as she walks in, closing the door behind her*: *takes the offered hand, her own is lightly decorated with delicate tattoos. Symbols and various little things like that* Nico.: He is standing across the room, by an open sliding glass door, with his back turned. When he turns around, he is smiling lightly of course, chewing on something. In one hand he holds a folded napkin, not the regular store bought kind either, the good cloth kind. It's folded in such a way that it holds food, but will also stop said food from spilling or getting grease all over his sleeves. Think Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven when he was eating the cheese or whatever. With his other hand, he lightly stabs one of the small pieces of meat that he has cupped in the napkin and raises it to his lips. ''Hello again.'' And then he pulls it off and chews.: *Nods, giving the hand a brief shake with another one of her infectious grins.* Nico, sweet. Ah....You can start now, if you want..or you can come in tomorrow morning. We open at 9.: *Reclining back in her office, her chair turned back to view the club's happenings. She folds her hands over her stomach and lightly begins to tap them in a rythem over the leather of the half zipped vest...scanning over the youthful crowd bouncing and hopping in time to the music, grinning when she sees a few glowsticks twirling about in the semi darkness. She can't help but be happy right now, being a bit of a success was nice...especially making here in Los Angelos..* The city of angels indeed...*Sighs contently, voice still holding some it's accent from Japan.* It appears that angels like to dance then, which is good for me, very good. *Laughs lightly, reaching behind her and curling her fingers around the neck of a Smirnoff bottle, bringing it around for a short sip and crossing her leather clad legs in front of the window* Life's good. *Nods matter of factly, sitting back and watching her dream come reality, more young people entering the club*: *Angeles: I forgot my bag last time. *walks further into the room* What are you eating?: Alright... whatever you need *looks around again* This is a good place. It wasn't here last time I was in the city.: He takes a few casual steps foward, pricking another piece of meat. ''Hot Sausage. Rather good really.'' Takes another bite.: *Nods again as she steps back, leaning against the CD rack.* Yeah, we just opened up about 2 months ago...well..I opened it. So far I'm the only one...well, now there's two. I could use the help around here.: *she can't help but raise a brow and smirk* Oh, really? I hardly thought you were the type.: (shoot!) Oh *nods* Yeah... that would explain it. I haven't been here in almost two years.: Did you move or something?: *she can't help but raise a brow and smirk as she steps forward* Oh, really? I hardly thought you were the type.: He raises his brow to, swallowing as he looks at her. ''Not the type to eat?'' Sort of fishes through the meat left in his hand, looking for a good piece.: *shakes her head* Nevermind.: I move a lot *runs her finger over the top of a stack of cd's. It's not that she's unwilling to give information, but she doesn't usually spill more than is asked for*: Begins walking casually again, this time with a bit more direction as he pulls yet another piece of meat into his mouth. When he swallows, only then does he speak. ''Can I get you anything before you leave? Some food? Drink?'': I know how that is. Bused around a lot as a kid. *Glancing down at her watch, she then looks back up at Nico.* Alright kiddo, it's about closing time, so I'm gonna wrap up. You'll be around tomorrow, yeah?: Both. *takes a drag from her cigarette* Why are you so eager to get rid of me? *As if she didn't know that she's a pain in the ass she is. Her tone lets him know this. Yet, she makes a bee-line for the couch*: Yeah. I'll be around. *smiles warmly, not seeming to have a harsh bone in her body. She actually hadn't started her moving till she was older, but she lets that go for now*: He is actually heading the other way, to his bar. Which is in no way a mini-bar. Stepping behind it, he sets the napkin down, folding it over the meat so bugs or whatever don't get at it. He then steps fully behind the bar. ''So what can I get you?'': *And she goes about cleaning up the store for closing.*: (s'alright) *she moves out the door*: Straight gin, please. Saphire if you have it. *at least does him the favor of kicking off her shoes before putting her feet on the coffee table. She has better manners than this, of course, but she does it to irritate him*: And if it does irritate him, he clearly does not show it, or care at all. In less then a moment he's exiting from behind his bar and crossing the short space to the small living room. This was actually more of the entrance room. He had a bigger living room and a bigger bar elsewhere. He stops next to the couch, holding the drink out to her. ''If you want something to eat, I can give the cook a ring.'': I just got some extra cash, so I think I'm going to take myself on a date. *takes the drink, putting it on her knee* Thanks.: His other hand holds his own glass, which instead of his regular martini, it holds a regular bottle of beer. He takes a seat in the couch somewhat oppostite her, leaning back in it, and throwing one arm up on it. ''Sounds fun.'' A slightl smirk formulating around his lips.: *shrugs lifting the drink to her lips* I quite enjoy my own company *takes a drink of the lovely blue liquid*: He arches an eyebrow slightly and raises the neck of the bottle to his lips. ''It doesn't get too lonely sometimes?'' And then he sips it, letting the liquid pour down his throat.: *nods, setting the glass back down* Yes, but then I go out on dates with other people that turn out to be losers... and force me to burn or sell their things... and I remember why I enjoy my own company so much. *smiles, always with a cold undertone*: Takes another sip before answering again. ''You either don't date the right people or you have horrible luck.'' He grins lightly and takes another sip.: *pays the charge to get in, and not a dollar over. He may get paid well, but he doesn't particularly feel the need to show it off by tipping everyone ridiculous amounts all the time, even when they don't need tipping*: I'm not too worried about it *and she isn't. She loves only having herself to think about... not that she thinks about anyone else in a relationship*: Jon isn't looking for a relationship anyway. Not anything long term. The fact was, no one could actually meet up to what long term actually meant to him anyway. So most of his relationships were either one night stands or at the longest, a week or so. Never allowing himself to grow to attached to someone. ''That's good. If you don't want a relationship, you shouldn't try.'': *Idly swinging the almost empty bottle of Smirnoff between two fingers, back and fourth...flinging water droplets off...back and fourth, back and fourth...hmm...people watching had lost it's fun and intrigue now. She finishes off the bottle and sets it aside, zipping the vest up so that she isn't showing off everything and heads out, ringing for someone else to take care of the money business. She wanted to get out, mingle with her patrons a bit, see how they liked the place..so she slips on a pair of heels and heads out, leaning on the catwalk and peering onto the dance floor*: I just get so bored with them... then everything they do irritates me, so they have to go. *takes another drink* They're just lucky that I can't have a gun.: *of course, there's nothing here that he can drink.... well.. heh. Anyway, he just plants himself at a table off to the side to watch. He doesn't stand out in anyway and isn't trying, except... for this grace that he has about him that's almost unnaturual. Especially in a place like this with people bumping around*: ''I know what you mean.'' He knows what she means, but normally doesn't feel the same way as her, but whatever. It's nice to at least feel like you can relate to someone. He takes another sip and sideglances at something or another.: You have assault records too? *raises a brow as she looks at him, taking him a bit too literallly. Her look is one of disbelief of him having any kind of record, though she doesn't doubt he could get rotten if he wanted*: Instead of directly replying back with a direct answer, ''We all have our secrets.'' He looks back to her, an almost mischevious smile playing over his lips as he sipped his beer again.: *Watches the people milling and moving about, the ones dancing not really catching her attention, she was looking for the ones that weren't. She wanted to know why there weren't out there..after all, it's a club, people are supposed to be dancing. Movin and groovin as she heard some of the bouncers saying. She keeps looking, spoting Gavin as he moves through...blinking* Interesting...graceful, that one...*Grins a little, heading down the stairs to the dance floor, looking about for him*: *shrugs, finishing off her drink* Some more than others. *sets her glass on a table and stands* I should get going. My time is valuable.: He lowers the beer bottle and nods, standing. ''I have some things that need getting done as well anyway.'': You seem to be such a boring person... yet you have this jerk quality about you that could be very intriging *she just stands there... since she has no idea where he put her stuff*: *he just sits perched in a chair, a faint smile on his lips as he watches the people. No drink to play with, his hand taps idly on the table, long fingered*: Just walks over to the door, pausing, turning back to her. He's grinning lightly. ''I'd be lieing if I told you that you were the first to tell me that.'' His one hand in the pocket presses a button, which is hidden from view. A small door slides open in the wall near the door, her things also sliding out on a tray.: *rolls her eyes at the display but picks up her things and leaves*: Sorta stands in the doorway, watching her leave. He chuckles and shakes his head, turning back and moving back into his house, the door shutting behind him.: OOC: *Gone*: *Tags a waitress as she goes by, smiling a little and letting her know who she is. She almost drops her tray when she hears her employers name, thinking it may be some sort of surprise inspection or somesuch, but there's nothing to worry about, just prompt service of two Cokes in chilled bottles to Gavin's table. After that she moves across the dancefloor, catching a few moves with some men, slowly making her way to his table*: *tap tap tap. He looks bored, but he's not. These places, full of sweaty humans at their best and worst. His gaze as blank as it may be, is quite misleading*: *By the time she makes it over to his table, a few beads of sweat have managed to make their way onto her skin...eh, only makes her beatiful, or so she's been told. She approaches slowly, sauntering practicly, until she's there and without a request she sits down, crossing her legs under the table and smiling warmly* Hello there.: *looks over at her, obviously a little surprised* Um... hi. *returns her smile, which reflects the surprise*: *Chuckles slightly, knowing how surprised he must be...she'd be two if she was in his position...just some random, beautiful woman coming over to his table and sitting there like she was a longtime friend or some such, didn't make sense, but it happens* How are you tonight, hmm? *Glances about breifly for the waitress she tagged, turning back to him as she sees her coming*: *well, he does work in a strip club, so he's not all that unused to beautiful women around him, yet it is a nice compliement* Fine. Just came to check everything out.: Ahhh...and what do you think of it? Nice huh? *Nods as the waitress brings over the Cokes, uncapping them both and then heading away* Good service, huh? *Grins slightly, taking her's up and sipping lightly. If he'd been overseas then he may recognize the face and body from her modelling career...or even the few pr0ns! that got here to the states sometime back, perhaps a few years ago*: *hasn't actually been over seas in years. He's adorably ignorant to who she is* It's great service, considering I didn't order anything *he smiles and picks up the coke, bringing it closer to him, but he doesn't drink it*: Would you mind terribly if I asked you a question? *Quirks an eyebrow over the rim of the bottle while taking a sip, leaning in over the table on her elbows* How come you aren't out there *Nods to the dance floor* Dancing with all those others, huh? A club after all, yeah? *Giggles a bit, looking him over*: I just don't like to dance. Not like that at least. But I like to watch them. *doesn't sound arrogant in any way, just the truth*: Aha...*Taps her chin in thought, watching the crowd hopping and jumping as some hip hop comes on* What kind of music do you dance to then? *Watches the crowd more before turning back to him* Don't think they have classical or country on the list here..*Chuckles slightly, leaning back in the seat and unzipping her vest a weebit in a casual fashion*: *just laughs as if that were the case. It pretty much is. He's an old fashioned kind of guy* It's a good place, though: Have you been to the other areas the club offers? *Trying not to sound like she is part of the club or affiliated with it in any way, trying to get a feel for the type of people that are visiting and dancing..or in this case, not dancing*: *smiles, a little twinkle in his eye when he looks back at her. The kind he gets when he's got one up on someone, even if the victory is small* I just got here.: Oh...well have you heard the commericals about it...or seen the ads..? *Smiles slightly, trying to lead that act a bit more* I heard they've got a pool and spa back there...and a nice V.I.P lounge on the second floor too..*Looks up to where a couple bouncers are standing, "kindly" pushing some wannabes away and making room for some higher classes..or at least higher class looking people*: *his little smile widens* You work here, don't you? *ah he can see through it. She's acting how Cecile does when she's "mingling"*: Me? *Scoffs, placing a hand over her heart* No, no, no...couldn't..*Tilts her head to the side* You think I could work here? I mean..it is nice...certainly an environment I like...*Blushes slightly at having given herself away, quickly looking away and sipping the last of her Coke away, hiding a "Shoot! Found out!" smile*: I work in a club, too. It's kind of my job to read people *his Coke goes untouched, but he doesn't even look at it so that it doesn't draw attention.* So what do you want to know? You can ask me freely: Yeah..*Relaxes slightly, setting the empty bottle aside* Found me out...I was just wondering how you heard of us, what you know, what you don't know, etc. Trying to guage our standing...and trying to find out why some people, like yourself, are sitting here...besides resting from the dancing...but I saw you walk right in...then head over to a table and sit, not even getting a drink...so you peaked my curiosity, so to say. *Smiles over at him, extending her hand* Shika, pleasure to meet you.: *takes the offered hand. He almost turns it to kiss the knuckle, but he doesn't. Instead, he gives it a shake* Gavin. I heard about it from a couple of the girls that I work with that are into the whole club scene. I just came to see what was going on.: And you truly like it..? Lot of hard work went into this place and had so much trouble getting everything to work properly...god...the building permits were an absolute bitch too..: Yeah.... yeah I do like it. *he likes the people in their shiney outfits and the glowsticks. This is eyecandy to him like the girls are for the guys at the Bush*: Good, good...*Shakes her head slightly, thinking about how she was once one of those kids out there* So what's my competition, huh? Where do you work at, Gavin?: *laughs good naturedly* Oh no, you don't have to worry about that. I'm a bouncer at a strip clun: (hey, Jayde!): ((Heyya Jayde)): *Laughs along with him when she hears* Oh! A stip club! I would never have imagined one of those here in Los Angeles...*Snickers for a little bit more* Ah..what a town eh?: Indeed *he stands, tucking his hands into his pockets with a little nod* I'll see you around *an abrupt and strange exit, to be sure, but... hey, it gets the job done*: *Nods lightly* Take care, Gavin. Spread the word about the place, would ya? I'll be sure to make the V.I.P's know about the..uh...Burning Bush? Yes? *Stands too, smoothing her suit out*: Of course *another nod then he's disappeared into the crowd* (night darlings!): ((Night Envy)): *pokes*: how are ya: same. Have to work at 4 and it's 2:30 here already: I know. but then I have off saturday and sunday. And I only work 4-9: I know: it sucks, but i get paid to be there: I need that, money is good. Even though I now have a credit card: College thing here too. Parents are helping me pay for it, as is the finicial aid: Love that classification don't you? *waves to Marius* Hey: *glares at time* Damn work: *waves to all* Have to go now. Work beckons. Bye everyone. I'll be on after work: (pic): (ah.... lovely): ((*Is!*))
: ((*is actually*)): (*cracks knuckles and slides Mothy some appy juice* You're so wonderful. don't stress, dearest): ((*gets down right next to Squirrely*)): <~*could be anywhere*: *the darkness that binds can be found in the center of the park... that slender form draped in nothing but leather.. finding the new aged clothing quite interesting... those deeply startling blue eyes skimming over his surroundings for just barely a moment.. looking for his prey... that sickeningly sweet smile spreading to take a strangle hold over his lips.. spotting a man who seems to be jogging.. and at night.. such a lovely time.. thinking one is alone is such a ignorant show of arrogance... in moments he is trailing the man at a slow predatory pace... that unblinking gaze never once faultering... that long coat flaring out behind him with his movements.. shifting through the trees coming around to stop right infront of the man but he stands facing the other way.. and just as he turns around the man runs smack right into him falling flat on his backside... he looks down at the man with an almost loving gaze.. that deep silk like tone sounds out just slightly* well hello there.... just a lovely night for a jog.. *he leans down to help the man up by his throat.. those ivory white canines extending a bit more then usual... his eyes having gone to a full on pale blue hue* and such a wonderful time for a snack... *and with a quick yet slight movement the man's neck is at his lips... sniffing it just a bit.. licking the sweet from the pores.. smiling once again before spreading his mouth wide placing his lips down against the man's neck just as those enlarged canines sink down burying themselve into the soft pink flesh... closing his eyes at the taste that enters his mouth.. pulling the man into the shadows with him masking them from sight as he begins draining the man of his very life force*: *walking down the street, the trail of smoke from her cigarette following behind her long steps. She'd found a flyer for this club and she'll be damned if she didn't at least check it out*: ((*would eat Marley*)): *would eat Marius first... is rotten like that*: ((*wouldn't mind*)): *once finished with the pathetic creature he leaves him laying in a postion that would be quite eriee to most... his arms and hands are simply laying over his stomach.. his legs are placed just and inch parted.. as if he were simply sleeping peacefully... he wipes the man clean of any dust on his features before he simply turns on one heal.. moving down the long dark path heading out onto the main street area.. his eyes skimming once again over his surroundings.. such sights to see.. smells to sniff out... hookers on ehtier side of the street looking for business.. moving past a few of them he smirks as they come to try and promise him things he's had a long.. long time ago... placing a hand to gently remove them from his way he comes not to far behind Marley.. watching her with the fainest of smirks.. such a lovely peice of art could be a painting all in its own... silently he follows her.. not yet making himself known*: *pulls a little pill from some hidden places in her red leather corset top and pops it in her mouth so that it'll kick in by the time she gets there. Her spike-heel red leather boots make the softest noises on the pavement. If her whole little outfit hadn't costs over a grand, she would look like a streetwhore. Though she's not completely stupid, walking around this city like that. Her lovely, tall form is partially shrouded by a long black jacket*
: (*test*): Hmm.: ((right on Moth!!)): ((oooo it looks beautiful, Mothy!)): *doesn't like the alignment, but will have to work on that another night*
: (*test*): *The bouncers outside and inside Reality are the typical ones, big beefy guys, who think about nothin but bouncin, get together with other bouncers and talk about bouncin, when they get home at night, they put in "Roadhouse" and fondle themselves...those kinda bouncers. All wearing black shirts with "Reality" in an electric blue haze across the chest. Shika was partly proud of her decision for them, they were tough and could impose their authority, but...they weren't that much in the smart's department..give and take..oh well*: ((i'm diggin the Dragon's Den man)): ((Night Moth man, thanks much)): ((alright man... see ya.. have a good one)): ((night sweet pea.)): *she stops, looking both ways before crossing the street to the club. When the doorman holds out his hand for the cover charge, she undoes her jacket, revealing her lovely red leather bondage get up* Shit *starts to pat herself down* I don't know where I put my wallet *as if she'd have space for one. She does have money, of course, but is hoping she doesn't have to use it*: *following her closely.. watching her every movement as if it would be her last... that smile still gracing his lips like a tender from a mother to her first born child.. he watches as she takes those few graceful steps into the club.. following almost moments behind her.. looking up at those large meaty bouncers as they try to step infront of him... his lips begin to pull back into a snarl but he stops himself... pulling out a wad of bills... all those years with the boxs of gold can pay off... he smiles just slightly* here.. for me and... the lady.. *his eyes flash just slightly nodding just slightly as those deliciously meaty bouncers allow them passage into this wonderfully loud room*: *smiles, every bit as predatory in nature as anything he could muster as a true predator* Thank you. *glides past the doorman and inside, peeling her jacket off completely the moment that she's inside*: *he raises a slender brow slightly at the bouncing children.. shaking his head ever so slightly as he easilly makes his way through the large sea of people.... a predators dream.. smiling just faintly as he comes to claim a seat atop one of the lit stools near the bar.. giving a faint nod to the tender as he orders a glass of Merlot.. the redder the wine the better.... passing yet another few bills across the bartop* a tip.. *smirking just a bit as the man gives him a strange look.. waving him off to fetch his drink*: (where'd you go Squirrel) *checks her jacket, her legs feeling light as she walks... the X kicking in. Her eyes are fierce and dark, hair teased wild and with the red leather she looks like a prowling demoness weaving her way onto the dance floor*: *he nods once more as the tender brings his drink and sets it before him.. allowing it a short moment to stir by its lonesome his gaze shifts over the beings in the room.. all these young creatures here in his presence.. none having any clue who or what he really is... fighting the urge to kill and feed from a few of the youngsters who bump into him from dancing.. he simply turns his attention back to his drink.. bringing it up to his lips he takes a soft almost womanly sip in nature.. setting it down almost moments later*: ((*kicks icon*)): *a mixture of the drugs, the atmosphere, and her natural desire to have attention fixed on herself, she goes all out grinding with the most delicious patrons around her, but she only makes out with the girls... she does have morals. Finally, her eyes upward and a little dazed, she floats through the sweating bodies to the bar* Vodka martini please.: ((Summoned to listen to my Dad talk about his new job, sorry about that)): ((s'ok)): *he makes it quite clear that he is staring at her... watching the way she staggers just slightly... his nostrils flaring just a bit.. the scent of drugs is in the sweat that bleeds from her pores... giving the faintest of smiles before shaking his head shortly there after.. taking yet another sip from his glass... turning his gaze away from her for a brief moment to scan over the crowd for any like himself.. finding none as old as he nor to his power ranking he turns his gaze showing that he is truely uninterested in such a place as this*: ((*waves widly to Squirrel*)): *when she's asked for her ID, she frowns. Well, it was bound to happen sometime.* I don't have it, but I'm pleny old enough *No dice. She leans further over the bar* Look, can you cut me a break? I just left it in my other thong. *The unamused bartender just walks away, which makes her quite unhappy* Fucking fascist.: ((*waves back*)) *Still atop the second floor, watching, her current getup quite casual..nothing to business related. In fact she hardly ever wears anything to business like unless she has to, hates that stiff feeling, that...robot like business attitude that she'd have to have at some other job in an office, bah, not for her. Of course Marley isn't the only one that's on X, she was aware of it, but she had done it herself when she was young, still did occasionally...very occassionally so she'd ask the bouncers inside to take it light on them, go in for only the out of control drugs and sellers. THe bar thing? Hey, all gotta have some morals, and those were just her's, no drinks for minors*(: *he smirks just slightly... leaning over behind the bar as the tender walks past him.. he pulls out a simple bottle of russian vodka leaving a small wad of cash containing seven twenties in it's place... rising from his seat he moves down the bar setting it next to her.. then with a simple movement he is back down a few stools away to his own drink... bringing it back up to his lips he takes yet another gentle sip.. swishing it around every now and again.. this place could prove fun.. but then again he's only been here for a little while... nothing to majorly special as of yet*: *slams her hand on the bar and yells at the 'tender, since he's now so far away* Can you at least get me a Coke then? *of course, it's not the kind of coke she'd like to have, but this doesn't seem to be that kind of club.*: *Would chuckles if she was there, but she's not and both Marley's and Marius' actions go unoticed by her as she is just watching...getting bumped into by a pair of madly kissing teens...who stop right next to her and go at each other's mouths like there is no tommorow and like she isn't even there..Oi..young love* Oh, Romeo..wrap it up tight, yeah? *She pulls a condom out her back pocket and slips it into one of his, of course the action going unnoticed...yeah think it's about time to get out of there, so what better thing to do than to come on down, enjoy her club a little, crack a glowstick or two and do like she used to, yup..start's heading down the stairs, squeezing past another pair of "lovers".*: *Chuckle: *taking yet another sip from his drink he ponders a moment... his gaze slipping from the woman at the end of the bar to the woman above on the second floor... most would not truely be able to see from the darkness... but he can see as if were as clear as day... watching her every movement... that dark smile spreading over to take hold over his lips once again.. watching her move from veiw.. then he allows his gaze to travel back down the bar towards the drugged woman and the still full bottle of vodka*: *isn't that drugged... sheesh*: *yes she is.. why because Jonathan says so*: *when the bartender puts the drink in front of her, she looks at it a moment, then shakes her head* Nevermind, I don't want it *and she walks off, leaving the poor guy slightly annoyed and shaking his head... and no she isn't. She can handle quite a bit more than one hit of X.*: *She comes out onto the floor shortly after getting past the two in the stairwell, glancing about the dancing forms in the light from the dancefloor and bar, smiling at the popularity that she was drawing with her new club, thinking it should do well in the future if things kept up, and she would be sure to do that. Nods matter of factly at the thought, moving onto the dance floor and beginning to feel the beat of the song, getting into the crowd and dancing*: *slips back onto the dance floor, figuring she may as well enjoy the lights and the bodies while she's at the peak of her high, then she'll just have to find somewhere else to drink*: *Chooses a particularly good looking boy to dance with, able to tell he's young just by the way he dances and moves, especially with her. Accidently brushing against Marley's arm as she goes along, moving onto the next person to dance with, enjoying herself immensly*: *her body glistening with sweat, she has to put both hands on Shika's hips to slip past her* Excuse me *it has to be spoken right into her ear due to the loud music*: *Since player has to go...say they have a little dance together and then from there*: *A dance, maybe a kiss, then Marley is out the door*: (*huggles the Squirrel* catch you later, dearheart): ((*Flaunts the Reality logo and pic around*)): *Chuckles a little, flipping through the numerous pages of the local phone book, idling rocking her office chair back and fourth, going down the list with one finger...red nails tracing the listings for the local...gentlemen's clubs, trying to figure out which one that Gavin character had talked about. Of course this was utterly useless, seeing as how there were oh...a thousand clubs within the city limits alone and god knows how many others outside* Hmm...Bunny hop...Girls Girls Girls...XXX...no, that doesn't sound like it...*Turns the page, again, trailing her finger along the text* The Bitter Sweet Love Club...? *Snickers a little at the name* Uh...don't think so...*Continues on with an amused smile*: ((Pic change)): *slips into the club, now equipped with a flask in her pocket, which can be poured into any drink to make it more suitable. Her hair is pulled back severely, accentuating her high cheekbones and making her look... well... more bitchlike. She doesn't have such a blissful look about her tonight, since she's not high, but oh well. She wanders around the outskirts of the dance floor, looking for a promising place to enter the mass of bodies*: *Tosses the phone book aside and runs a hand through her hair, sighing slightly* I need a hobby...or a boyfriend...or a girlfriend...or someone to keep me company...oi...*Twirls her chair around, opening up a window of her office that looks down onto the dancefloor, sliding her chair over and watching boredly, looking about for some kind of excitement*: *nobody catches her interest. She wonders if this was even the same crowd that had been so appealing to her only the night before. That's what you get for coming to a place tweaking for the first time. Oh well, she heads to the bar, ordering a Coke... this time paying for and taking it over to a table to sneak some rum into it*: *She takes a look at the various statements in front of her, drinks being ordered, money being spent, music being played and the response to it...it all looked good to her, she had this place under control and in good running for now. Nothing going wrong. Good, but boring. And what else to do now, but to head on down, dance, get out and mingle with her people and patrons...and that's what she does, zipping down her vest to get a little sex appeal*: *returns her flask to her pocket, looking around with her dark, predatory eyes. She starts to down the drink as quickly as she can without getting an upset stomach*: ((O_o...huh?)) *Heads out of her office and onto the catwalk, slipping past the few up there that are enjoying themselves and goes down to the dancefloor, glancing around for a moment before shaking off the business attitude and slipping into her party and dance, fun fun time attitude, sandwiching herself between a couple and grooving, slipping her arms around the man's neck, grinning like a fox and simply letting the music take over*: *her eyes stop on one of the newcomers on the floor. Those enormous breasts seem... vaguely familiar. But she works in strip club, so that doesn't mean much of anything*: *Ok...uhm, let's assume the knocking is at the back door? Because at the front are bouncers and a line, so yeah, a bouncer at the back door looks around quizicly before peeking out the peephole to see if anyone is there...and then opening it when he finds no one there. Meanwhile, Shika moves on from that gentleman to another, repeating the same she did with the first, enticing him, feeling the flow and fun, getting the energy from the club and it's music going. Yes, this is what she wanted, what she was looking for.*: *pats herself down until she finds her cigarette case.* Maybe it just needs to get a little later and the freaks will come out *pulls a cigarette and slips it into her mouth, the warm smell of clove twirling around her*: *The bouncer looks at the basket with a raised eyebrow, scratching his head and nudging it lightly with his foot, bending down to peer at the lettering. Shika continues the dance, writhing along with obviously single man along in the sea of bodies, enjoying herself immensly and very reluctantly, disengaging herself from him, turning around and in the heat of the moment so to say, wrapping her arms around the neck of a female dancer, dancing with her like she did with the men although noticing an increase in the number of eyes now on her, smiling and letting out a laugh, whispering into the woman's ear*: *finishes the drink and leaves the empty glass on the table. She walks to the dance floor, raising her arms over her head so that her tall, lean form glides easier through the bouncing, glitter covered bodies*: *And suddenly an arm would shoot out to grab one of Marley's, bringing her close to Shika who's grin spreads from ear to ear now, realizing it was the girl from last night. She leans in close tfor her to hear over the beating music* So nice to see you again. *Begins to dance with her while the bouncer recoils, but then realizing it's a baby inside or something close to it, pulls the basket inside and brings the blanker back to reveal the baby, quirking an eyebrow at it for a second* What in the...who would leave a baby...at a club? *He Calls another bouncer over, asking him the same question, the two seemingly puzzled beyond belief*: *is pulled, not really minding it. So, she did know this woman after all, but she still has a few problems with the details. She leans down, having to yell in to be heard in this place* Do I know you from this place?: ((if you get on AIM, I'll hook you up with Moth)): *One of the smarter bouncers calls Child Services after hearing about the baby since well..that is the appropriate thing to do, and Shika would approve of the decision...which the bouncers somehow know, think alike, yeah. So the unknown baby girl is sent to child services, while, back to the dancefloor, Shika grins* So you were high last night...I knew your eyes looked off.: *laughs, shaking her head a little, not stopping dancing as she speaks* Oh, no. I'm just bad with names and faces.: *Hasn't stopped the dancing either, maybe slowing down a bit to listen to her answer, but then again speeding it up, switching to her other ear as the song changes to something a bit more hip hoppish* We never got each other's names, it was just a dance...and I think a kiss, then ou had to leave all of a sudden. And your face, would never forget it! This either! *Grins a little, reaching down to give Marley's hips a squeeze, meaning her body by the gesture*: *her slow, slightly twisted signature grin spreads across her lips. She likes this one* Sorry... I got called into work. *her arms rest lightly on the Asian girls' shoulders*: ((Problems Anastasia?)) Aww, work? How fun and exciting! *With just a hint of sarcasm in her voice, hard to pic up through the yelling and dancing, but it's there. She pulls her closer, resting her hands around Marley's waist* It's good to see you come back, shows a good club if people return, yeah? *Smirks slightly* I'm pretty sure it's the same with these others here, but they all seem the same to me.: ((Ah)): *her hips sway to the music in an erotic, liquid motion. Her legs beneath her short black skirt are lean and shaped from hours of dancing, pretty much like this, on heels. There is no shyness in her movements as her body unabashedly rubs against Shika* It seemed great to me last night: *She'd have to be stupid to not notice this and responds by doing the same, letting her know she's into it and probably a little more than what she is letting on to* Oh really? *Chuckles lightly, smiling her best and showing off her white teeth* Yeah, great place in my opinion!