;;never think

[Spike Lockhart]

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[atrb=background,http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m602/ZeMukLuk/middlespike.png] The girl seemed to show a little hesitance when she realized that Spike was watching her, however it soon washed away as she created a little bird of ice to seek Spike out who was standing on the rafters high above the rest of the club, surveying the area from below. When the petite avian landed on his shoulder, beginning to chirp a tune that fell on deaf ears the males eyebrows furrowed lightly. "Tch..." One arm raised lazily from his pocket before he flicked the creature away, spending it spiralling towards a wall. The girl was naive to say the least, she still smelled fresh, probably only a couple of hundred years old. Still a pup in many other vampire's eyes. She wouldn't be any real danger to anyone in the club, rather with her flamboyant use of her powers she would be more of a danger to herself. Spike didn't care much about her safety, so he lost interest quickly and decided to find something else to do. That's when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, fishing it out and flicking it on he quickly glanced over the new text message, eyes lightening a little bit. Seemed some business had popped up at just the right time. He vanished again, appearing a few minutes later at the bar, right beside Nina without so much as a noise before he opened his mouth, directing his voice towards the bartender. "Oi, flick the switch. Shit jus' got interestin'. Jus' got word that some douche is comin' 'ere for the Rumble." Spike spoke with an almost childlike amusement and there was a reason for it. Despite his docile and lazy demeanour, Spike had a slight lust for battle. The best way he had found to keep that in check was to simply fight, not just until someone won, but until someone died. You would have thought that kept most people from fighting, but the prize for killing Spike was everything he owed. All those possessions meant that Spike was able to get enough killing to keep his lust down and his fangs sharp. The bartender nodded lightly and moved to the backroom to set the arena up. Suddenly the music completely stopped, everyone suddenly moved away from the large marked dancefloor, knowing what was happening. Moments later the dance floor began to lower, moving down a good twenty metres before stopping. It was a little something Spike coxed up to serve his fighting needs. Bouncers quickly moved, setting up barricades around the large pit to avoid others falling in. Soon the fight would begin and yet again the sudden illusive owner had vanished as the contender hopped into the arena, preparing himself for the fight. The male stunk of an alpha of a wolf pack, probably a local gang leader that wanted to hit it big. This fight might just prove more interesting than anyone first thought.

[Anthony Cloud]

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[Nina]

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[Credo]

~Barricades~

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Taking another sip from his glass he turned his attention back to the she-wolf, he watched the end of her cigarette burn an uncertain shape into the dark of the club. The smoke flowed from her lips like a river of grey. He never minded smoking much. But he had heard that second hand smoke is the worst. Credo paid it no mind though, human ailments did not affect him. He had very, very low chances of contracting something like the flu, or developing lung cancer.

“Nina" she said in a cool and steady tone. “Nina Buchanan. Nice to meet you.”

Nina. A common name, but it fit her. She seemed nice enough, but she had that wolfish vibe about her. Ready to fight at any given moment. That's probably she was here. Maybe she was a bouncer? Or a dancer? Her body said dancer, but her attitude said kick your ass.

“So, what brings you to our little-”

Just then a man appeared right next to Nina's stool. She was not bothered by his sudden appearance, so close to her. But he was startled instantly by it. Who wouldnt be frazzled by the sight of a dude suddenly poofing in front of you? But of course, Credo was easily startled by this sort of thing anyway. Even though he towered over most people, he was still a little kid.

After tossing a couple of words to the bartender behind the bar, he nodded disappeared into a room in the back. The music stopped and everyone cleared the dance floor. Credo was too busy staring at the large figure behind Nina before he heard a bellow and felt the floor quiver beneath him. The dance floor had transformed into some sort of caged area. Barricades boxing it in in the form of what looked like an arena.

"Whoa...", the words left his mouth in a whisper and his eyes were wide with curiosity. Nina rubbed the butt of her cigg into the ash tray and stood. “I’m headed over there. You’re welcome to come along, if you like. I’ll save you a seat.”[/color], and with that she made her way to the barricades.

"Oh, okay." he responded, watching her walk over to the walls of the small arena. He finished his drink and left the money under the glass, padding behind her and eyeing the barricades. Looks like this place was more than just a night club after all. And it probably had even more surprises in store for him tonight.
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