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Post by Nina on Aug 24, 2011 16:34:01 GMT -6
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WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART&WHAT’S IN OUR HOME&IT’S ALL I WANT
“ She loved to dance.
It was something in the flying hair and rolling hips, sweat pooling in her clavicle, gathering at her hips. It was like finding something bigger than herself, where something else took her and moved her in ways she could never remember, never repeat, just do. She twisted and spun and undulated like flame, smile sweet like summer wine, all eyes on her, mouths agape.
When she was finished, she took them in with one collective glance, lids lowered, eyelashes giving a single flutter, and then disappeared.
Back in the break room, kept specifically for the dancers, the smell of pot was thick in the air. Cheap shit, but she took it from Marie when she swept in anyways, taking a drag before handing it back, smoke blurring the air between them as she exhaled, savored it.
“Nice as always,” Marie said, taking a drag of her own before dropping it to the carpet and grinding it underfoot.
“You better pick that shit up,” Nina said. “Spike’ll throw a bitch fit if we stain the precious red carpet.” They all knew he wouldn’t.
“Not like he hasn’t probably stained it enough himself,” Marie muttered, earning a chuckle from Nina, but she reached down to pick it up and drop it in the wastebasket to the couch on her left.
“Ariella, get your ass out there. You’re up,” Nina said, moving over to the dresser to find her clothes.
“And just when I’m good and stoned,” Ariella whined, fake Arabic accent harsh against Nina’s ears.
“Good luck getting stoned without any money,” Nina snapped.
“At least I give them some culture,” she sneered, pulling at the straps of her pushup.
“Men don’t come to stripper shows for culture, dumbass, they come to stripper shows for tits. Not like you have any to offer in either.”
The girls chuckled while Ariella ‘hmph’ed and flicked her black hair over one shoulder and strutted out onto the stage.
“I don’t know why Spike even keeps her around,” Nina muttered, pulling her jeans up over her legs.
“Because she’s hot?” Marie offered.
“That’s a matter of opinion.” Nina rolled her eyes as she said it, though. Probably.
“Wonder if vampires get STDs?” Yvonne wondered aloud, sprawled out on the dingy card table.
“Let us know if you find out,” Nina said, and they all laughed at that one.
“Right, well, I’m going up to my room, so I’ll catch you cats later.” Nina rose, heels clacking as she strode for the door. They called their collective farewells, and she opened the door, instantly swamped by a wall of noise.
Ariella was dancing to her left, doing something that might have been middle eastern inspired. Not that it mattered what it was; tongues were wagging. Nina snorted, moving by the speakers blasting some genre of the deafening variety, avoiding those who crowded by them, dancing or doing the wallflower routine. She made it to the stairs, kicked a couple making out back into the mix, and then brought out the key for her room. Turn, click, open, and in. She shut the door, mostly soundproof, with a relieved sigh. She loved the club, but it could be a bit… too much sometimes. Days where all she could think about was… nothing.
She wondered briefly where Spike was, if she should tell him she was taking a break. But no, Marie would probably keep things from going to hell. She was good that way. She could handle things when Nina needed to leave.
She hoped. ”
― nina buchanan
TAGGED : spike
WORD COUNT : 591
NOTES : Nina, you’re such a bitch
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Post by Spike Lockhart on Aug 24, 2011 17:31:15 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,504,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m602/ZeMukLuk/middlespike.png]The only things in life that really mattered this day and age were two things; cold hard currency and highs. Without money, one couldn't make a comfortable living, or much of a living at all. With it one had the power to do pretty much what ever they wished, the more you had the more freedom you had and freedom itself was a currency. Highs were just as important, adrenaline pot, cocaine, alcohol, sexual, anything you could get your hands on. Again, money helped in the gaining of such things, especially the ones that were once illegal. In The Pitt, highs were easy to come by, it had everything the post apocalyptic survivor needed; strippers, alcohol and narcotics came in abundance and Spike even dealt in the odd arms deal, selling weaponry to gangs and patrons that had the money. It wasn't in great abundance, he wasn't selling anything more than small arms, but it brought him in plenty of income. Which meant that he was able to enjoy the freedom of this new world and from it, juice his enjoyment.
While the music downstairs blasted through the converted warehouse nightclub like a full-scale tsunami Spike himself was no where to be found, at least not on the lower floors, instead he was up in his own quarters in what used to be a foreman's office attached to the room of the warehouse, from there he could keep an eye on the clubs operations from above, that is, if he was actually peering out the windows, or even out of bed.
"Mhhhm..." The honey coated moan came from one of the two females that clung to the single male body on the bed, nuzzling closer as her head rested comfortably on a powerful shoulder while an identical female lay on the other side, a mirror image of the first. The trio seemed content to lay there until the male dared allow one eyelid to rustle half open slowly, glancing over to a clock near the bed before giving a soft scowl before beginning to more, stirring the twins that were so comfortably snuggled up to him from their own blissful rest.
"What's the matter 'hun?" One of the women questioned, pulling on the thick bedsheets to cover her bust as she rubbed at her eyes with her other hand. "Sorry, babe. But business calls, don't worry, I'll have plenty of time to entertain you two minxes later." Spike spoke in his heavily accent, grinning lightly at the woman before turning towards his desk as the woman lay down once more. His arms arched in various twists and degrees as he stretched his worn body, attempting to wash energy into it once more, it had been one hell of an afternoon, two of the clubs dancers who happened to be twins, had decided to get a little more cozy with their boss. Turns out shape shifters were quite the little firecrackers in bed.
Hell, one of them still had her chunky knee high boots on, never having the time or being too bothered to take them off in all the exercise.
Content that his body was as reenergised as it was going to get with stretches his arms twisted back down to his sides, eyes glancing over his office table for what he was looking for. They locked on to the small object in the sheer darkness of the room, lit only by a few spacious neon signs and appliances, grabbing onto a bulging joint, taking it to his lips before pulling out a zippo from his pants pocket. The first inhale of lengthy narcotic filled cigarette was the sweetest to Spike, causing a satisfied sigh to escape his lips before he began to get dressed, puffing away all the while. Worn, torn, baggy jeans, cowboy boots and a tight fitting black t-shirt that he found laying around proved adequate clothing to the young vampire, only stopping to pick up a pair of mirrored shades from his table and popping them on before exciting his office, leaving the two twins to slumber as well as they could.
For now at least.
His decent from the long stairways that connected his quarters to the lower floors was taking slowly, his left palm gliding down the side railing lazily as the other clenched his joint between twitchy fingers, giving a smoky yawn as he neared the bottom, allowing his left palm to enter his pocket as he made his way over to the bar. He only had to nod to instantly gain the bartenders attention, a ebony skinned beauty who’s name escaped Spike at the moment. Oh well, she had given him plenty of other things to remember her by and for the moment Spike was least concerned with her name as she brought him is drink of choice. A whiskey glass filled with fresh blood was put before him, some small amount of Jack Daniels whiskey mixed in with the blood to give it a bit more of a kick. While others had Jack Daniels with coke, he had blood with Jack and by God did it taste good going down his parched throat. He gave a happy nod in the woman’s direction as he licked his upper lip, savouring the blood that had smeared there.
As Spike sat on the bar stool, savouring his drink of choice and his rolled up narcotics, he couldn’t have been more content, despite his half awake state he felt filled with energy, the rest of the club moved in slow motion as he continued to smoke and drink, pausing between puffs to mutter to himself, not that had anyone else would be able to hear him over the bombarding music.
”I’m so fuckin’ awesome. Hahaha...”
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Post by Nina on Aug 24, 2011 18:00:08 GMT -6
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WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART&WHAT’S IN OUR HOME&IT’S ALL I WANT
“ Guilty consciences.
She ought not to have one at this point. So many broken hearts and broken bones and broken condoms. Why even bother with the club? Why should she care if it burned to the ground? Why shouldn’t she be the one to light the match?
Questions for another time, it seemed. She clacked her way back down the stairs, scowling all the way, muttering unflattering words, most directed at herself and why do I fucking care anymore.
Of course, the club wasn’t on fire, there weren’t any brawls going on, no one was bleeding (well, no more than usual) and no one was dying.
Scratch that. Everyone was dying. She just didn’t care to think about it.
Heaving a sigh, she looked and saw Spike seated at the bar, drinking a glass and looking generally smug. She rolled her eyes. Of course he would be down here, when her guilty conscience decided to grow legs.
The crowd wasn’t difficult to move through, not when you were a werewolf possessing considerable strength and one known for breaking skulls on occasion. Most made it a point to move out of her way. Good thing, too; all of these bodies pressed and huddling together, all of this sweat and these drugs and everything, it made it impossible to scent anything out. She felt blind.
A hand grabbed onto her shoulder and every instinct she had said turn around and break that motherfucker’s face but before she could, an unmistakable scent washed over her.
Alpha, her nose said, even through all of the debauchery of the club. Alpha.
Fear made its presence known, icy fingers clawing at her throat. Not here. Not him. No, no, no-
“Hey,” said an unfamiliar deep voice, and she nearly heaved a sigh of relief. Not him. She was safe.
Not him.
“What do you want?” she snarled, whirling around, dislodging his hand from her shoulder. He grinned, unperturbed. “There are plenty of werewolf broads in here, but only one of them is worth their salt. I wanted to have a word, get to know you.”
The Alpha Female in her, the one that would always need the Alpha Male, shivered, wanted to give in.
The human side snarled, said, “I don’t deal with Alphas, thanks.”
He shrugged and sauntered away, probably thinking she would reconsider. She released a breath, trying to remove the tension from her shoulders, trying to calm down.
She turned and started towards Spike again.
“Where the fuck were you?” she snapped when she made it to the bar, more harsh than she was intending. She winced inwardly, but dragged the stool out and slammed herself down on it, unapologetic as ever.
She wasn’t letting him get to her this much. He wasn’t even David. She should be okay.
“Petrone,” she muttered to the expectant bartender, letting her forehead rest on her hand.
“I can’t be around all the time,” she wanted to say. “I have a life outside of this place.”
But she didn’t, because Nina didn’t like to lie. ”
― nina buchanan
TAGGED : spike
WORD COUNT : 508
NOTES : Nina, calm down
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Post by Spike Lockhart on Aug 24, 2011 18:37:55 GMT -6
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“Where the fuck were you?” Ah, that would be Nina alright. A dancer in the club that was probably the closest thing to a house favourite the joint had as well as a girl that proved more than once she still had plenty of bite from her days as an alpha. She was also probably the closest thing to a friend that Spike had in the whole place, everyone else was either an employee, patron or one night stand, Nina had yet to definitively fit into any of those categories and therefore fell into the spot of acquaintance or friend than anything else.
”I was busy.” He began, sounding very official, taking a swig of his drink before continuing, ”Why? You’ve got plenty of eyes gawkin’ at ya all night, Ne’. Or did you show off something new ‘n are disappointed your favourite set of eyes missed it?” His tone was riddled with a composite of teasing and sarcasm, the only reason he probably got away with saying things like that all the time was that Nina got her pay check from him, or maybe she secretly enjoyed his wicked tongue. Plenty of the other dancers had after all.
He was smug enough with his comment for a few moments, thinking that it would be the beginning of the pairs usual verbal sparring, however something felt off. Nina smelt different from her usual self and Spike knew what it meant, he just never thought he’d sense it off her. It kind of annoyed him, not like it should, but it did. After all, Nina was decent enough to make sure no one bothered him while he was busy in his office and even directed the floors when Spike wasn’t here. He felt he owed her something, which irked him more than the foreign stench on her.
”Oi, what’s got yer’ thong in a twist, Ne’? Ya sound like you have something wedged up in that trunk of yours. Usually when the girls ‘round ‘ere sound like that, they’re happy, not lookin’ like they’re ready to tear dick left right ‘n fuckin’ center.” Alright, so he didn’t have the softest way of going about things, but the world was a tough place, words wouldn’t faze Nina, maybe what they insinuated, but nothing more. Spike just had a blunt, cursing, innuendo filled way of trying to get to the root of her problem.
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Post by MukLuk on Aug 24, 2011 19:07:43 GMT -6
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WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART&WHAT’S IN OUR HOME&IT’S ALL I WANT
“ ”I was busy,” he began, punctuating with a swig of his drink. ”Why? You’ve got plenty of eyes gawkin’ at ya all night, Ne’. Or did you show off something new ‘n are disappointed your favourite set of eyes missed it?”
She might have slapped him or shot something back in response, if the scent wasn’t still lingering. Reminding her that she had been property once.
You’re property now, something hissed from the back of her head, but she shook it off. Spike wasn’t like that in the least; he’d have no qualms with her leaving. He’d made it clear from day one.
But the silence was dragging now, and she had to same something before-
His eyes hardened, a frown creasing his lips.
”Oi, what’s got yer’ thong in a twist, Ne’? Ya sound like you have something wedged up in that trunk of yours. Usually when the girls ‘round ‘ere sound like that, they’re happy, not lookin’ like they’re ready to tear dick left right ‘n fuckin’ center.”
“Fuck you, Spike,” she said, but there was no heat behind it. She sighed, tired, not sure she wanted to talk about it. With Spike of all people. He was a good enough friend for banter and a good fuck every now and again, but he wasn’t the one to go to with her problems.
Well, now that she thought about it, no one in this town was, but that was beside the point.
“Just… some asshole,” she muttered, flapping her hand tiredly in the direction of the crowd. And it wasn’t that, not really. It wasn’t his fault she had an incredibly aversion to Alphas or had bad experiences with one in the past. He just… he just smelled like him. Every inch of the alpha she feared to be a mate to.
“I’m just tired. Need some sleep. The usual. This town… takes a lot out of a person, yeah?” And yeah, he’d know that was a lie the second he smelled it, but maybe he’d just leave it alone. Instead of digging up things she couldn’t break to Spike.
To these people, she was strong. She was proud and a leader and everything she needed to be those years ago. Spike was the only one who could see through it, but this… this was deeper than she was used to. Nina wasn’t sure she could spill out her weaknesses, her failures, in front of him and still be able to look at him. Spike wasn’t a big brother figure, he was a… he was her friend.
“Just tired,” she said again, and downed her Petrone, the smell and taste washing away the Alpha from before. ”
― nina buchanan
TAGGED : spike
WORD COUNT : 448
NOTES : Nina, stop being depressing
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Post by Spike Lockhart on Aug 24, 2011 20:27:05 GMT -6
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”Ooooh, right.” His accent droned as Nina waved lazily into the crowd, claiming it to be some patron with a shitty attitude. Of course he knew it wasn’t, Nina had thicker fur than that, but he chose not to pry. Where would the fun be in that? Over the next few moments as Nina began to attempt and explain herself more he looked out into the crowd, attention seemly drawn on a dancer as he drank his drink and finished his joint, crushing it’s final embers in a nearby ashtray as Nina finished. ”Yeah, tired. I get it.” He spoke in an almost monotone voice in which seemed almost completely absent of his accent. He didn’t have to look at her to know, he could smell it. Even for a vampire Spike always found his sense of smell was especially good, he could tell a lot about a persons past and present by it alone and also figure emotional state from simply a few wuffs of scent. Nina was frustrated, sure, any idiot could see that, but it was the reason that caught Spike’s attention. He could sense fear, confusion, nostalgia and a frustration that was more of the physical variety. Either this girl needed a good lay or she needed a good fucking psychologist.
Spike wasn’t totally sure which one.
He held his drink in his right hand, fingers clasping around the rim as the bottom of the glass was suspended in air as his elbows rested on the end of the bar, his whole frame leaning back as he continued to look at the dancers, apparently completely docile and relaxed. ”Y’know, I’m a few hundred years too fuckin’ old to still care ‘bout what most people are feelin’, the worlds shit, ya gotta deal with that fact, I have and for longer than most blokes.” He spoke, sounding harsh despite his rather relaxed tone, finishing his drink suddenly, placing it at the bar before giving a laboured sigh. ”But, I am the owner of this fine establishment,” He began in a suddenly more up beat tone as he continued, ”As well as your employer. ‘N that means I have to look after my employees and make sure they are content and happy in the workplace, an unhappy work place is a shitty work place as Da’ would say. ’N he knew what shit he was talkin‘ about, you try gettin’ guys to farm shit when all they really wanna do is fuckin’ stake ya. Anyways, point is, I can’t have you walkin’ ‘round all pissed the world, waiting for some poor dick to push you too far and end up breaking his teeth. It’s bad for business, saddest thing I ever saw was a sad stripper dancing, I mean it was sheer fuckin’ depressing.” He was aware he kept coming off point, probably because it would help cover up what he was going to do next, he nearly wanted to slap himself for it. Mostly because it would probably only prove to annoy her further if she was as stubborn about it as she was with so many other things in life.
Spike’s hand flicked into his pants pocket and tossed a wad of cash, held together by a large band into Nina’s lap, ”So go use that to make yourself forget, feel better. Buy a dress and feel pretty, buy drugs and feel high or just buy a new fuckin’ vibrator with a few better settings if that’s what you really need. Jus’ for the love of Christ don’t come back into work in this state, you’ll scare away all the good customers.” He spoke, a gentle chuckle following his words shortly thereafter. Only then did he realize he still had some tracks to cover. ”Oh yeah,” His tone dropped a bit as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest this time, ”Don’t think this is me feelin’ fuckin’ sorry for ya or anythin’, it ain’t charity. I just look after my employees, public relations ‘n all that, right? Besides, you’ll have to pay me back with a lap dance or something when you finally find that fuckin’ twisted grin of yours again.”
He looked at her sternly, letting her know that there would be no further talk about it, most of the time Spike wasn’t intimidating at all, Nina came across as the more scary of the pair because of her general attitude, but anytime Spike had given Nina the ‘I don’t give a shit what else you have to say look’ she had left it at that, then again he usually used it with club stuff he couldn’t be bothered being involved in. Hopefully he’d still be able to apply it here.
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Post by MukLuk on Aug 25, 2011 14:41:11 GMT -6
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WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART&WHAT’S IN OUR HOME&IT’S ALL I WANT
“ Spike seemed to be looking at her intently for a moment, which made her skin tingle. He never looked at anything intently, really, just kind of… looked. Around. It was uncomfortable to be the focus of his gaze, but she returned it, ever the Alpha, unsubmitting, unblinking.
He rocked back and turned his attention to something else and she felt slightly ashamed that she had engaged in a dominance contest with him, even if somewhat unwittingly. He probably had no idea about werewolf customs. And if he did, he probably didn’t care. She knew who wrote her paychecks.
”Y’know, I’m a few hundred years too fuckin’ old to still care ‘bout what most people are feelin’; the world’s shit, ya gotta deal with that fact. I have and for longer than most blokes.”
Her defenses went up at his tone and she resisted the urge to spit something bitchy back at him. You call drugs and sex dealing? I call it ‘hedonism’. But she clamped down and he continued on.
”But, I am the owner of this fine establishment, as well as your employer. ‘N that means I have to look after my employees and make sure they are content and happy in the workplace; an unhappy work place is a shitty work place, as Da’ would say. ’N he knew what shit he was talkin‘ about, you try gettin’ guys to farm shit when all they really wanna do is fuckin’ stake ya.”
She quirked an eyebrow. Normally, Spike made no mentions of his past. It was unusual to hear it now, even if only in passing.
“Anyways, point is, I can’t have you walkin’ ‘round all pissed the world, waiting for some poor dick to push you too far and end up breaking his teeth. It’s bad for business; saddest thing I ever saw was a sad stripper dancing, I mean it was sheer fuckin’ depressing.”
“That’s called ‘ballet’, dearest,” she said, but he tossed a wad of money in her lap rather than respond. She gaped, looking down at it, eyebrows lowering.
“I… The fuck? No-”
”So go use that to make yourself forget, feel better. Buy a dress and feel pretty, buy drugs and feel high or just buy a new fuckin’ vibrator with a few better settings if that’s what you really need. Jus’, for the love of Christ, don’t come back into work in this state, you’ll scare away all the good customers.”
“Spike, no, I can’t take this-”
”Oh yeah.” He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. ”Don’t think this is me feelin’ fuckin’ sorry for ya or anythin’, it ain’t charity. I just look after my employees, public relations ‘n all that, right? Besides, you’ll have to pay me back with a lap dance or something when you finally find that fuckin’ twisted grin of yours again.”
He gave her that look, the only serious look he possessed that allowed no further argument, and she looked at the cash in her hand and blinked dumbly.
“Spike…” she started, but she knew it was useless. With a sigh, she shook her head and pocketed it.
“Thank you,” she managed after a moment, once she choked down her pride and managed to resist slapping the shit out of him. Thinking that all of her problems would be solved with money. Honestly, not everyone’s shit could be solved with drugs and-
Right. Bitchiness.
She rose from her chair, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, stubble rough against her lips. “I mean it. Asshole.” She grinned at him, though, and everything wasn’t okay, but he reminded her she was okay. For the moment, she was okay.
“Also, tell the wonder twins I’m kicking their asses for skipping out on work. Not that you’d know anything about where to find them.” She rolled her eyes. Nina knew very well where she’d find them if she cared to look. The two had been trying to get him in bed for months. But they’d been lined up to dance today and they hadn’t been there, and any good Alpha knew that it wouldn’t fly.
Maybe she’d go find that alpha and fuck him and then kick him out in the morning, just to prove to him that she wasn’t anyone’s property. Well, more like prove it to herself, but he wouldn’t know that. ”
― nina buchanan
TAGGED : spike
WORD COUNT : 731
NOTES : Nina, stop being depressing
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Post by Anthony Cloud on Aug 25, 2011 18:19:19 GMT -6
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. having scouted the area for a while now, she found a small club nearby. it was something she found rather interesting actually. it was a night club/dance club but that didn't seem to matter much. the only problem she had was that she couldn't seem to find the club. the female stopped walking and sighed running a hand through her lavender locks. the tips were freezing slightly from her agitation and she took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. tsuki wasn't with her tonight thankfully because she was wandering in some very odd districts. the night was slightly warm for her and she resisted the urge to cool things down a bit. sighing again, the female stopped and pulled out a cigarette. with a flick of the lighter she lit up the cig and gave a soft smile. the single glowing ember was one of the few lights in the night. in the area she was at there wasn't much to see by. not that she had any problem seeing.
. tugging her leather jacket tighter, the female started up again. dragging her fingers along the fence, she let the metal freeze beneath her fingers as she passed. it wasn't everyday she sought out a place and now she was kind of regretting her decision. "son of a bitch." the words came out as a frost as she kicked a rock into a window. loud thumping music caught her ears, and she shifted her attention from the rock and fence to the sound. perhaps that was the club she was looking for. a small grin seemed to spread like fire across her. pushing off the ground with practiced ease, the female jumped onto the roof of the nearest building. lights and people caught her attention and she almost hollered out loud. she found it! she had found it. after almost getting lost and going in circles she finally found the damn place. jumping from roof to roof the female dropped down by the line hoping to not attract too much attention to herself as she did so.
. there seemed to be quite the line outside this club and quite the wait to get in. an almost evil grin crossed over her as she fixed her top. the black low cut half top was something she wore quite a lot, but the dark washed jeans were a new touch. as were the sleek black heeled boots she had on as well. the female felt very sassy and hopefully that would get her into the club. feeling very confident, she waltzed up to the bouncer and asked demanded they let her in. he laughed and the female only grinned at him. a freshly manicured hand grabbed his shirt. frost seemed to crawl across the shirt as she pulled him close. "I suggest you let me in. k darling?" she whispered giving him a kiss on the cheek as her english accent played in and out. frost seemed to remain there as she released him and walked right into the club. no on seemed to stop her.
. the club was very nice and large. it seemed to be created from a warehouse. very interesting. the female moved through the club admiring what the owner had done. it seemed like all the club goers were having a wonderful time. though it was a bit warmer in here for her liking. giving a quick glance around, her eyes shifted to a lighter shade of ice blue and the temperature in the room seemed to drop. not dramatically but enough to cool it off to her standards. "what a nice place. this could be fun." the female grinned fangs showing as she moved through the crowd and danced with people. there seemed to be quite the amount in here. perhaps she could get a bite to eat while in here. the music pumped loudly in the club and the female let herself get lost in the crowd. WORDS: 664 TAGS: Spike, Nina, and whoever NOTES: it suckksss so bad We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by Credo on Sept 2, 2011 1:38:39 GMT -6
~Maybe Not...~ [/i][/u][/size] The door to the men's restroom swung open. Taking the form of a mouse and sneaking through the ventilation system was a great idea after all. A lot easier than coming through the front door. The bouncer probably wouldnt have let a kid like him in. Well, 'least he looked like a kid. Turned 104 this year, which isn't that many years to a demon. He stopped aging a long time ago, body wise. But he still looked 19 or 20. And acted like it too.
He made his way through the crowd of people, mostly just looking around. He'd never been to a nightclub like this one. And never smelled the strong scent of drugs so thick in the air before either. It was sort of a new experience for him. He'd heard this place was off the edge anyway. So Credo decided to see just how far off it was, his boredom and curiosity eating away at him 'till he decided to leave the hotel room he rented.
He tried some of the drugs surprisingly. Of course he didn't like any. That's when he discovered drugs and the like were not his forte. But when he set eyes on the bar, oh yes, his eyes glowed with curiosity. The assortment of the sweets and bitters of alcohol! Wondering what sort of mixtures they had he eyed the bottles, dead set on trying every single one. With his iconic smile that plastered itself across his face when he was interested in something (always), he seated himself at the bar.
"Vodka for now,"
Unable to decide what exactly he wanted, he just settled for his favorite. "With a little bit of tequila too!" he added as the female bartender nodded and readied his drink. She seemed to give him a look like 'aren't you a little bit young to be drinking?'. That look all adults give kids when they know somethings up. But Credo payed her no mind and just eyed the glass of which he'd be sipping from soon.
He adjusted his tie and black vest, which had become a little ruffled by the constant moving through the sea of party goers. He had been looking especially spiffy tonight. His favorite outfit. A black and blue checkered vest and tie, with a fitting white short sleeve shirt under and dark blue skinny jeans with black chucks. He didn't wear this combination everywhere, but when he did he wore it well. And tonight would be a very interesting one by the looks of it so far.
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Post by MukLuk on Sept 2, 2011 22:04:39 GMT -6
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WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
“ It was always kind of cute to see kids sneaking in. I mean, yeah, corrupting the youth and all of that bullshit, but their wide eyes as they stumbled through drugs and drinks, their dazedness, their near-innocence…
It drew club goers. It drew them to what they didn’t have any more. It was almost kind of sad, in a way, to see them all laughing and patting the kids on the back and treating them like family because these kids were what they weren’t. They wanted to protect them, in a lot of ways. Keep them wide eyed and naïve. They never stayed that way, though. She could see those of the past, dark eyed and sinking too deep, where they couldn’t get out. Kids who leapt from the pier, forgetting they didn’t quite know how to swim yet.
So when a boy, looking young and terribly out of place, doddled over the bar, she fought two urges; laugh and tease him playfully, or drag him out by his collar.
She settled instead for taking the stool next to him, eyeing him curiously.
“First time in The Pitt?” Nina asked, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. He smelled like demon, which was odd; he seemed far too… human. His mannerisms didn’t betray some extraordinary power waiting underneath his boyish appearance. He just seemed terribly normal. Like he had just gotten out of school, if such things had still existed, and decided to sneak in for a drink.
“Nina,” a voice whispered in her head from the front door. One of the bouncers who manned the door, a werewolf like herself, was reaching out with his bond.
“Troublemaking vampire. Frosted up my fucking neck. Decided not to risk a fight, but keep an eye on her.”
She bit back a snarl. Alpha instincts said find the threat to her pack and neutralize it. Business sense said everyone in here was a threat, even boy-wonder on the stool next to her, so would you please calm the fuck down.
Either way, she was damn sure tempted to remind everyone who ran and owned the club but bit it down. Let Spike handle it. She was sure he had noticed by this point. Hell, he had probably noticed it while it was happening.
Vampires. ”
― nina buchanan
TAGGED : credo, anthony, spike
WORD COUNT : 381
NOTES : Nina, calm down
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Post by Credo on Sept 2, 2011 22:53:40 GMT -6
~First Time?~ Credo took a sip from his drink and savoring the mixture on his tongue before swallowing. He took another and let it dance across his tongue before swallowing again. They used the top notch stuff in here. No cheap shit like the bars he'd previously ravaged. Hell even the glasses looked expensive.
Finishing the small glass and sitting it down on the counter to be filled for another go, he sipped gingerly this time. The music boomed and the rhythm bounced in his head, resulting in the tapping of chucks on the bottom of the stool.
“First time in The Pitt?”
A voice sounded over the loud music, making him turn his head. He hadn't even noticed the girl when she seated herself beside him. She gave him that look too. That "aren't you a bit young?" look. She also had something fierce about her. Her eyes, they weren't human. Ah, yes, she was a werewolf. He could see it in her yes without taking in her scent. Didn't see those every day. Since they usually kept to themselves in secluded areas with they're own kind.
"Yup," he said, spinning around on his stool. "This place is great! Better than I thought it would be."[/i], he took another sip. He really did enjoy this place. Great music, awesome drinks. There were so many people here. Obviously this place was a hot spot for drug dealing too. Which drew in more people. The more, the merrier, right? He saw the she-wolf's expression changed and it worried him he had said something wrong. Or maybe she just didnt like the song that was playing. She could probably beat him to a bloody pulp if she wanted. She was a werewolf. But hopefully it wouldnt come to that. Hopefully. [/center][/size]
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Post by Spike Lockhart on Sept 4, 2011 14:43:10 GMT -6
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For the next few minutes Spike kept himself busy, deciding to light up another smoke instead of another drink, he had consumed enough blood for now. His lazy gaze glanced around the warehouse, seemly only checking out the females of various races, perhaps figuring out which would be worth his company tonight. However, as he exhaled a cloud of thick smoke something in the back of his mind clicked, he felt strange and it put him on edge slightly. He huffed lightly as his eyes now began to scan around for the cause of the sudden gut feeling he had. The Pitt was filled with various races, so it was hard to find anything or anyone that really stuck out, however he felt a power much like his own lurking around the large warehouse. With his interest now perked he left his seat at the bar, stubbing his cigarette in an ashtray before moving through the club. He could feel the atmosphere drop slightly, suddenly the temperature was a little cooler. Hardly noticeable but his senses alerted him to it and he followed the cold stench to a single purple haired female that began to make her way onto the dance floor. Spike's face curved into a small grin, this girl had a power similar to his. One over an element, obviously being ice in her case. This little visitor could prove interesting, there was nothing more Spike liked than the thrill of the hunt, either to kill or seduce, in the least he had to make sure she wasn't going to cause trouble, Spike wasn't entirely sure if he liked her using her powers willy-nilly to cool down the club.
Spike seemed to almost vanish as a group of clubbers walked past, disappearing without a soul noticing. He lurked like a shadow through the crowd without drawing any sort of attention, his eyes predatorily locked on the purple haired woman as he stalked closer. His nose twitched as he sniffed her thick sent and a small smirk tugged at his features as he realized she was one of his kind. This would prove interesting.
"What's a special thing like you doin' 'ere, eh?" His voice would whisper into her ear from behind, audible even over the heavy bombardment of music on the dance floor. His tone was gentle yet chilling and his words let her know he knew what powers she possessed. However, if she turned around she would see nothing. Only if she searched the crowd would she occasionally see Spike, standing relaxed with his hands in his pockets and a smirk plastered over his face, vanishing before appearing once more in a different spot before vanishing again all together, moving away after having his fun of teasing the poor girl.
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Post by Anthony Cloud on Sept 4, 2011 19:01:37 GMT -6
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. the female could practically hear the uproar she caused upon entering. it wasn't like she was going to cause trouble. she just wanted some fun. even better she wanted to get to know the area that she was going to place her restaurant in. the smell of death filled her nose suddenly. it wasn't strong but it caught her attention. so there was a demon among the masses. odd. the group must have smelled it because things seemed to stiffen up and she decided to do something about it. grinning like a mad woman, she jumped up on a stool by the bar. the temperature dropped suddenly to bring everyone's attention to her. "drinks on me! have what you like!" she shouted to the crowd and they roared with happiness. all thoughts of the demon vanished from them. not that she was covering for him but if things got out of hand she'd take care of it. after all it was what she did for a living despite business.
. the bartender gave her an odd look and she smiled at him and nodded. it was a gift to everyone and it wasn't like she had no money. jumping down, people patted her and thanked her as she headed back to the crowd. the female brushed them off and hoped the staff would get the picture that she was harmless. something caught her attention and words seemed to wrap around her mind. so there was another vampire in here, one who's powers were similar to hers. a thought struck her and her eyes glowed. maybe this vampire was from project negate. doubtful, but she hoped. his presence kept appearing then disappearing. so he was toying with her now was he. two could play at that game. fingers moving, frost appeared on her cheeks as she created a small ice bird. it took off above the crowd flying and twirling it's way to the vampire. it would find him and land on his shoulder and sing a soft little song before melting to nothing.
. she wouldn't go find him. let him find her. the female made her way through the crowd dancing and enjoying her night. the male vampire who had wrapped around her presence was interesting. in fact she was curious about him because something seemed different about him compared to the other vampires in the club. making her way through the crowd, the female came up to the bar. she found the demon talking with a young wolf. odd mixture perhaps. but when she caught the female's eye, she smiled showing no harm. nothing was meant to be terrible this evening and hopefully the demon wouldn't cause trouble. the small blade burned slightly as she though about it. at least she had some kind of weapon. well that and the ice. the temperature danced a bit making it cooler and warmer and her eyes blazed an icy blue. once she had her drink, the female headed back into the crowd. a few more ice birds came from her but this time they flew up and melted turning into snow above the crowd. WORDS: 534 TAGS: Spike, Nina, and whoever NOTES: s there a posting order? We're not running, we're not running |
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Post by MukLuk on Sept 5, 2011 0:20:51 GMT -6
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HE LOOKED JUST LIKE YOU’D WANT HIM TO, SOME KIND OF SLICK CHROME AMERICAN PRINCE
“ The kid seemed very excited to be in the club. His eyes were alight and dancing and he had that natural, contagious grin.
“Yup! This place is great! Better than I thought it would be.” He spun around in his stool, grin nearly curving up to his ears.
She laughed, her tension at having a demon in the club rapidly dissipating. He was too adorable to beat the shit out of, really.
“Well, I’m glad to hear you think so. Just be careful you don’t get lost in the shuffle, eh?” She fought off the urge to ruffle his hair. Him in his little matching outfit and bright smile and perfect hair and he was just too adorable. She wanted to hug him.
Well, that could have been the alpha female wanting to protect all things young and adorable, but still. Adorable. Hugging. It was on the brain.
She glanced back at Spike’s seat and found it empty.
“Status report?” she sent to the other bouncers around the club.
“Spike’s checking out miss McFrosty,” reported one.
“Hey, she’s pretty hot,” |
[/b] ventured another. “Fangbanger,” the rest of them muttered in unison and chuckled. As if all of them hadn’t done it before. Let Spike handle it, she thought, shrugging it off. He’d call her if he needed her to break skulls. Or maybe he’d decide to get off his ass and do it himself- She sucked in cold air. Speaking of Miss McFrosty, here she was now. Nina put a cigarette between her lips and produced her zippo a moment later, lighting it; it was cheesy little thing, golden with a wolf engraving on the front. A gift, though no one would call her sentimental. She released a breath of smoke, adding to the smog around the bar. The cold became more intense as McFrosty wandered up to the bar and offered her a smile. Nina raked her eyes up and down the vampire. She was hot. Could even be a dancer. Then again, ice skating wasn’t all that sexy. Birds fluttered in the air above the club and dissolved into snow, met by laughter and curses alike from the crowd they fell upon. McFrosty held her drink, ice forming on the outside. Now that seemed useful, Nina thought, eyeing her own slightly warmer drink with distaste. She turned back to the demon, leaving vampires to vampires. “What’s your name?” she asked, taking a puff, wondering if this was one she would protect. [/size][/div] ” ― nina buchanan TAGGED : credo, anthony, spike WORD COUNT : 412 NOTES : Nina, protector of the small [/td][td][atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);][/td][td][atrb=style,width:20px][/td][/tr] [tr][td][/td][td][cs=3][atrb=style, height:10px; background:#84979e url(http://i55.tinypic.com/xc9i00.png);][/td] [td][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Credo on Sept 5, 2011 1:50:29 GMT -6
~Whats Your Name?~ [/u][/size] “Well, I’m glad to hear you think so. Just be careful you don’t get lost in the shuffle, eh?”
He chuckled and nodded. "I'll manage." He had a bit of experience shuffling through crowds without stepping on toes and upsetting people. Fighting a guy because you accidentally stepped on his brand new shoes was not worth wasting party time over.
The temperature had long since dropped since he had arrived, but he noticed it only when it had gotten progressively colder, causing him to shiver a bit. He looked over his shoulder to see a pretty purple haired girl waltz up to the bar. Mouth agape and eyes focused on her face, he was instantly lost to the world for a few moments.
While she was very pretty, and Credo could be a huge flirt, he didnt want to just waltz off to leave his current conversation to go flaunting around. Credo was a lot of things, but he wasn't rude. He always chose to abide by the "Treat others the way you want to be treated" mentality and minded his manners when he met someone new.
Only did the crawling cold knock him back into reality. It seems she was the cause of the crazy temperature changes. She smelled of Vampire. An ice wielding vampire? Not something you see everyday now. Not really knowing what to make of this, he only hoped she didn't notice him staring like a brain dead dog. Way to make our own awkward moment Credo. Way to go.
His attention left her as he heard the she-wolf's voice directed at him. "What’s your name?"[/i] "Credo. Credo Zimere Tezaj,"[/i] he smiled. "Yours?"[/center][/size]
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