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Post by ronin on Feb 1, 2008 23:22:12 GMT -5
//sing to me your deepest sigh,
so i can make your blood run dry//
Pounding music filled the club, the very air vibrating with the bass sound waves. The strobe lights flashed in a way that blinded you until they came back once more. And the temperature was on the rise, all of those bodies moving together, filling the air with scents of sweat, booze, and just the overall fulfilling scent of blood. Still beneath the skin, of course. But as the building heated, that one particular scent became very hard to resist. But what kind of creature could go over 200 years and not gain at least a little self-control? It would be a very hard life if that were the case. Luckily, though, the creature in questions was very well capable of denying his urges, and now leaned languidly against one pitch-black wall at the rear of the club, letting the music wash over him in waves.
Christopher Jacob Everett was a sight for sore eyes, though he by no means took credit for it. He was beautiful in an inhuman way. Which was very fitting, as he was not human. His beauty came from vampire virus in his veins, the same virus that had stopped his heart in 1812. The same virus that he had passed on to three others. Yet even though his body urged him to walk up to one of the many young, club-dressed girls and drink her life's blood, he was easily able to stay as he was, indifferent, almost normal. From the outside, anyway.
As Christopher was easily bored (his main reason for being here in the first place), he couldn't help but sigh and push himself from the wall, hands in the pockets of his long black coat. Even he hated the cliche that it caused, but he had needed something cheap and the leather coat was ready and available. He ignored the fact that he looked like a newborn vamp trying to fit the profile from what they knew from movies. "At least the music's decent," he mumbled, running long fingers through his untidy black hair in a gesture of uncertainty.
He had two options here. On one hand, he could seduce one of the many unoccupied young women here and feed behind the club. The problem with that, though, is that he had been a bit careless and the cops were getting a little suspicious of all of the deaths around this club. They had upped security, and it was getting harder and harder to find somewhere secluded. Now, on the other hand, he could be a good boy and leave the humans to their lives, letting them live a few more years. Christopher was not so old that the years seemed like days or weeks, like with the older vampires, but he did not measure them the same way as the humans did. He was perfectly aware, though, that these humans valued their lives. Which was probably the reason no one had approached him quite yet. Their instincts warned them away, despite his beauty. He decided to go with option two. Which opened another two options. Stay here or leave? 'Stay,' he decided, with another small sigh. As bored as he was here, he knew it would be even worse out there. Besides, maybe something interesting would come along, if he was lucky.
//come to me and mess with fate,
for i'm the creature you'll come to hate//
OOC
Status;; Complete
Words;; 557
Muse;; Good
Notes;; Vampires and humans are both welcome. The more the merrier xD
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Post by tartpoptart on Feb 10, 2008 12:19:22 GMT -5
Payton slid intot he club stealthily. Sliding against he wall to her left she waited for Baily to get back. Bailey was her best friend is the whole world, she was 22 years old and acted like a sister/mother/guardian/amazing person around her. The music pumped through her heels. Against her will, Bailey has given her heels and an outfit to wear. Big mistake. The blue leather clung to her like a leech and she could barely breath with the little room it left, that and the stench. She hated the smell of alcohol. Her blood was heating up and expanding, stupid leather! A stream of curses filled her mouth and spread through the air, sttracting some attention.
The zip up leather tank top illuminated the strak white camisol underneath. Her heels were already killing her. Finally! There was Bailey, holding up to drinks. An iced tea and a beer. Wow, those two didn't fit together. Bailey was gorgeous. It was weird being around her actaully. She had a huge ass and an hourglass figure. Her chest wasn't too big but Payton's made up for it, big time. Bailey's strawberry blonde hair shimmered in thestrobe lights and Payton was gaping.
"What are you looking at?" this was Bailey's normal snippy comment. It was playful when it was said to Payton but when sh got mad, you didn't want to stand in her way. Fingering the black wisps of curly hair around one finger, Payton pointed to a guy in the back of the club. He was leaning against a wall and almost blended in. "What? Oh....well that's interesting taste. He IS fine. I think you should talk to him. Most definately!"
I should not have said that, should NOT have said that...,Payton thought exasperatingly. Giving in, she sipped the iced tea glass into her hand and strutted over to the black wall.
((sry it took me so long to reply!))
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Post by dyana on Mar 8, 2008 19:30:03 GMT -5
Anne entered silently in the club.She was wearing a long,black skirt and a green blouse.A few people looked curiously at her,as her clothes weren't really adequate for a club,but she didn't care about it.She was there just to relax after two weeks of hard work at University.
But her first impression of that place was pretty bad.She didn't like the music,there were no free table,and almost all people were smoking.
But while she was asking herself if there was a point in staying even one minute more in that place,she saw a strange and beautifull man in the back of the club.Almost immediatly she decided to go and ask him if he wanted to dance.
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Post by brokenangel on Aug 17, 2008 0:45:58 GMT -5
Rylie was sitting in the back of the club wearing a black tight dress and a black leather jacket with pumps. Watching all the humans dance. She could smell the blood in all of them. It was making her mouth water. Wondering which man she would try and seduce and end his existence. Not just anyone she knew the bad ones from the good ones. Rylie has studied enough people in her life she kind of picked up on how the act. This was something she normally did and it was kinda pathetic. Rylie has always felt alone, The only person that ever came into her life was Vincent. Someone she considered her father the only person in the world that taught and made her who she is today.
The only thing that Rylie kept from her past was the locket hanging from her neck. Rylie couldn't remember her past. The only thing she can remember was the moment she was turned. Everything before that is a blur. The locket has a silver chain and had a heart with a star in the back. Inside the locket was picture of a women that looked exactly like Rylie. Rylie could only assume it was her mother. For once Rylie was out for the truth after Vincent had passed away, She never was interested in her past life for once she was now on her mission to find out. Rylie was afraid for once because she didn't want to be alone.
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