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Post by Kima Wolf on Jan 21, 2012 14:45:06 GMT -5
The line was stretched out far around the corner tonight, filled with people milling around as they waited to get into the club. The people all milled around, some talking amongst eachother, complaining about the length of the line and how slow they were moving.
Inside the club it was packed, to capacity even as the dancefloor was filled to the brim with beautiful women gyrating against each other and the men watching like wolves, salivating over their chance to get to them.
Even the bar was full, with three bar tenders all working feverishly to serve the many thirsty patrons. It seemed tonight Laylei was making a lot of money.
Darius felt agitated, angry and frustrated at what was going on. He hated this, being in the crowds with so many people touching him, bumping into him, rubbing against him. But it was a necessity, it was a place he HAD to be, after all. The deal would go down rather he was there or not, and if he missed it... Well it'd be bad.
Even he'd have to go into hiding. So for now he waited patiently as he moved through the lines, hand anxiously gripping his backpack.
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Post by caseyt on Feb 19, 2012 17:48:48 GMT -5
I love it, the smells of the colors, the sounds of the perfume and the bright, vivid colors of lust all over most of these people. It's... strange, being what I am and entering a club. You'd think i'd be overwhelmed with all the noise, and everything else, but on the contrary, it focuses me, makes things that I need to notice stick out, be noticed. I walked to the VIP line in my well tailored black suit and handed the doorman my pass. He looked it over, then thumbed me in.
“Thanks.” I said and walked into what seemed like golden gates. It was sudden, loud, and almost knocked me down as the vibrations filled my body to the beat that pulsed. The lights and lasers glowed in sync with the music as the bodies gyrated and grinded against each other in a lustful dance. I walked through the crowd, avoiding touching anyone and walking to the bar where I sat down and looked to the barkeep.
“Give me a rum on the rocks please.” I said and looked over to the dance floor. I was here for a reason, that much was true, but no reason to not enjoy myself a bit first...
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Post by Jaydan on Feb 19, 2012 18:54:41 GMT -5
A slim, somewhat short woman approaches the Underground, but stops across the street, watching the activity outside with interest. At first glance, especially if she's standing still, she appears to be wearing a skirt, but as she walks, it becomes clear that the skirts are actually divided. The trousers are dark, but it is hard to make out the exact color in the dim lighting. Over the trousers she wears a long, sleeveless, blouse - tight across the chest and low cut, but flowing from the belly to just below the waist. Also dark, probably black. Her straight black hair hangs at about shoulder length, slightly longer in back. Her look is finished off with black eyeliner and deep red lipstick.
She stays where she is, narrowing her eyes and touching one pointer finger - lacquered in black - on her lips in though.
((I have no idea what time of year it's supposed to be. Current season? It that case, I probably need to add a jacket of some kind!))
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Post by Kima Wolf on Feb 19, 2012 19:15:36 GMT -5
(ya current season)
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Post by Jaydan on Feb 19, 2012 19:33:50 GMT -5
Jaydan shivers violently and reluctantly drags on the high collared military style coat she had slung over her shoulder.
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Post by Kima Wolf on Feb 19, 2012 23:15:08 GMT -5
Darius shuddered as his cellphone vibrated. He looked down at it and frowned at the small bluish glowing screen then looked back up at the bar tender. He gave a sigh, then tapped on the counter to get the bartender.
“Yes I’ll have my usual please, made exactly to the specifications I have requested, not a bit different or I will not not like it I like things to be exact and good.” he rattled off in his usual rapid fire speech, then gripped the strap of his back pack as the bartender walked off to begin the drink. To his right he saw Casey there, just sitting, like he was waiting for something.
“Perhaps he's here for the same meeting or worse...” he thought as he looked to the drink that was now set in front of him. Immediately he frowned, looking down at it and slid it back.
“Damnit! That is not the right way! Please, get it right or call Precious to get it right I only like it a certain way.” he said and rocked slightly back and forth, trying to calm down his growing OCD and nervousness.
In the booth, Very special VIPs had entered and were heading towards the back. They all looked a bit rough around the edges, like punk rock dress and what now. He gave a sigh and looked back forward now.
“Well, perhaps they are it.. I still have not been contacted though...”
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Post by caseyt on Feb 19, 2012 23:29:43 GMT -5
I looked over at the man who walked to the bar and had to take a double take. The amount of NOISE coming from him was well... shocking at first. I have seen magic beings before, and it was always a sight. Magic, to my eyes looked different, random, it was not ordered like most things. It was a distortion of sorts in the air that I could see and feel. But that man, he was completely ordered in perfect lines and yet the sound was so... chaotic. And it was all being drawn INTO him, not out of him. I raised an eyebrow at something else but kept it quiet, then glanced back to the entrance as the three people walked in.
They were.. different. They had no visible color or sound. And looking back at them they looked like black holes, like they were absorbing black holes. I looked back to the bar and downed my drink. “That must be it.” I said and stood up, shoving my hands in my pockets.
My abilities made me perfect to spy and ease drop on people, after all, even if I can't “SEE” them, I can always hear them, and see their color. So now to find a place to spy...
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Post by Jaydan on Feb 20, 2012 20:08:35 GMT -5
After a few minutes of waiting, Jaydan gives a little shrug and heads across the street. She scouts out a guy in line that is with some friends but appears unattached to a female and approaches him. He's not scruffy or unattractive, but not clean cut and impeccably groomed either. Somewhere in between.
"Hi, I'm Jaydan." She smiles.
The man looks a little surprised, but not displeased. "Jack."
"Heeyy, Jack. I hear this place is all the rage. You been hear before?" She ignores the cat calls and joking from his friends in line behind them.
"Oh, yeah, lots of times. It's banging! You, uh, here alone?" He looks at her uncertainly.
Jaydan smiles slightly. "Well. I CAME here alone." Jack smiles at her answer and they chit chat as they gradually approach the club entrance. Slowly, but still much more quickly than if she had gone to the back of the line. Eventually, they reach the entrance and show their IDs. Jaydan tries not to hold her breath as the bouncer looks over her ID and then her. But, he seems to recognize Jack and his friends, and she seems to pass muster, because he waves her in.
Once inside, Jack's friends quickly separate from them, heading toward the bar. She follows Jack toward the tables around the dance floor, but no seats are open.
He leans toward her and yells in her ear so she can hear over the music. Anyone observant, may notice her tense slightly. "Stay here! I'll go get us something to drink!" He grins at her and weaves off through the crowd toward the bar.
Once he's gone, Jaydan sighs and looks around, scanning the area. Eventually her eyes seem to light on something and she moves away from the dance floor, in the direction of the lounge.
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Post by Kima Wolf on Feb 21, 2012 20:11:23 GMT -5
In the dim lighting of the lounge, amidst the room full of private booths and tables, with people making their secret dealings for drugs, or sex, or both in some cases. Where dealings of the occult and secretive went down right next to a high stakes private poker game a group of three, two men, and one woman, sat, each at a even length away from each other.
The smoke that wafted through the room didn't seem to bother them as they all looked around, acknowledging each other with a brief glance. The woman's long straight blonde hair hung down onto her shoulders and touched the tailored red jacket of her pant suit as she crossed one leg over the other and let her black stiletto heeled foot bounce playfully to the beat of the low music, which even through sound proof walls could be felt. She let out a sigh and crossed her arms, shaking her hair out of her face so her crystal blue eyes could be seen more clearly.
“Well, it would seem the plans are moving closer to coming to pass, even the snakes have to agree with that. But where is that fool, you know how I hate this place...” She said.
One of the other men, a thin, almost sickly looking fellow wearing an all white suit and a small derby hat gave a pale and sickly grin, then shrugged once before taking a sip of his drink. “Who knows with that one, you know he is not one to conform to anything.” the man said.
The third just sat there, not saying anything as he slid a file on the table inbetween them. His massive shoulders looked like they barely fit in the black suit he wore. He pulled his large black hand back and then closed his eyes, not bothering to look at either of those beside him.
The other two looked down and frowned briefly as the file read: “The Lazarus Project.”
The woman tapped her finger on the table then let out a sigh as she glanced up at the ceiling.
“Same shit, different era it seems...”
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Daiyu
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The coffee is for your protection
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Post by Daiyu on Feb 22, 2012 23:45:49 GMT -5
Daiyu did not give a second glance to the line out the door and slid right by ignoring the curses. A sense traveled through her as she turned to catch a rock thrown at her, only to chuck it back at the pissed off offender nailing him in the center of the forehead.
Yea that's gonna leave a mark. Dumbass she half chuckled before turning to the two bouncers winking slyly "Make sure he remains at the back of the line freezing for a bit hm?" they shook their heads and let her pass as she flashed her VIP badge as well as the one marked "Employee"
She stopped in the door, sliding her leather coat off as the heat hit her from the amount of people in the club. Sweeping her eyes over the place as was normal, she raised a hand to the Bartender with a smile before disappearing into the "Employees Only" area briefly. Dressed in a form fitting black t-shirt, with the saying "Sorry, I can't go to hell Satan has that restraining order on me" printed on the back, a pair of form fitting black jeans and a pair of steel toed biker boots, she looked like something out of a Lara Croft movie.
Passing the table with the group of three, she almost paid them no mind until from the corner of her eye she saw the folder. Raising an eyebrow she worked her way through the area to stand nonchalantly within hearing distance. She watches the new face (Jayden) slide toward the dance floor and nod slightly before her gaze slid to yet another she had never seen (Casey).
Well now..this is interesting. Haven't seen new faces in this place in ages. Will need to keep an eye on those two, just out of curiosity sake. she thought to herself taking the Sam Adams Ale delivered to her.
"Bartender thought you were thirsty Dai" the waitress nodded with a wink before strolling away. Chuckling softly to herself Daiyu turned her attention back to the suspicious three for now and the folder she had seen passed over the table.
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Post by Kleopas on Mar 27, 2012 15:34:27 GMT -5
Kleopas laughed to himself as in front of him a woman with a leather coat, black jeans a nice body to match nailed another punter with a rock.
Showing his pass to the bouncer's now dealing with the trouble maker, he quickly made his behind her while enjoying the view. However as she turned off and headed elsewhere Kleopas made his way to his favorite spot by he bar.
Taking a seat on one of the unoccupied leather stools he took out a pair of twenties from his wallet and slapped them down on the wooden surface. His gaze settled on the dance floor, which was full to the brim which dancers, the heavy beat of music beckoned to him invitingly. The night was young and the girls were plenty, it almost felt like he was home.
"Some whiskey please and let me know when this no longer covers the refills"
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