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Post by Sophronia Fairchild on May 27, 2008 15:38:09 GMT -5
The woman fixed the bouncer with a piercing stare as she weaved her way through the sea of people trying to smooth talk their way into the Underworld, one of Manchester city centre’s most exclusive nightclubs.
For a moment the tall black man’s gaze narrowed, giving her a suspicious once over – who did this lady think she was, pushing in like that? – but his expression soon softened as her sculpted features fell under the throbbing blue of the neon sign, her eyes a bright aqua in the electric glow. Wavy white blonde hair fell about her face elegantly like lightening, and she brushed it over her shoulder, her intoxicating perfume wafting over him. “Ms Fairchild, right this way…” The bouncer remarked frigidly as he slid his massive bulk to one side like a bolder from over a cave entrance, revealing the dark staircase. She gave him a subtle smile as she crossed the threshold, an outbreak of protests erupting as several people realised a mysterious lone woman had just got past without so much as a quick search.
As she descended into the blackness a heavy, rhythmic pulsing began to grow in intensity, each step pounding with the current of fast paced music. Ahead two heavy double doors loomed, strobe lights flashing underneath like oiled water across the floor. The woman glanced back up the length of the stairs behind her, checking the coast was clear – a good feature of the Underworld was that it had been designed so that one could be followed inside without one noticing, and seeing that the passage stood empty of any foreboding figures the woman pushed open the double doors with her mind, the full force of the hypnotic music hitting her like a wave…
Immediately she passed into the dancing hordes, slick bodies swaying to and fro under the frantic lights, the stench of bodily heat rising to mingle with the caged dancers high above. Several people turned to see whose icy arm had just brushed their back, outsiders from up on the cold streets not usually permitted after the club had reached its full capacity – something it had exceeded several times over already – but the woman manoeuvred between them unnoticed, gone before they realised she was there.
“White Russian, no ice.” She said to the barman, making no effort to raise her voice above the thundering hardhouse, although the young man seemed to read her lips easily.
Heavily shadowed figures moved around her at close proximity like moths bouncing repeatedly against a light bulb, smooth skin and wet hair brushing against her. The Underworld was a place of burnouts and chaos, a place where anyone could disappear into the throbbing shadows and stink, perhaps never to come out.
Sophronia Fairchild smiled, taking the creamy drink from the barman as he handed it to her. When was the last time she had come out in her own company, free from the seriousness of Akira and the constant threat of an attack? Underground the world raged with irresponsibilty and no care for the tomorrow. Sophronia valued this, letting go of all rationality. The Underworld was by no means protected from the Vampires and Lycan - but perhaps tonight would be her lucky night...
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Post by Olivia Beaule on May 28, 2008 10:42:32 GMT -5
Finally Olivia had a day off. After the fiasco of the night before she was glad of it. They really did need to train more people up so Olivia and especially poor Deryn got a day off every once in a while like they were supposed to. The night before had been a long and hard one, getting called out to investigate around the city of Manchester as soon as she stepped foot into the government headquarters again. She had been called out an overall of seven times that night, and after the third time, it started to annoy her. She was sure they just wanted her out of their way, when she had enough paperwork to deal with in the first place. The night after, she had decided to go to a night out with a friend. Underworld was the first stop of the night, and after an hour of queuing she finally managed her way in. Of course she could of just pushed her way in and flashed her government card at the bouncers, but then they’d be on red alert and would not leave her alone to act like a normal human being. She preferred it this way, that way she could stay as anonymous as possible.
“Evening ladies” the gruff bouncer said, pulling the rope away to let them go through. The bouncer at the door slid a step over from the entrance to let them pass and Olivia and Amelle made their way down the steps of the darkened club. It was only temporary however as they soon entered the main room of the club and Olivia was instantly hit with a blinding beam of light, causing her to flinch away from it. “Bloody hell, it’s always me! Why is it always me that gets blinded?” Olivia exclaimed to Amelle as she just retaliated with a small laugh. As they reached the bar, Amelle sat at the empty stool while Olivia stood next to her and waited for the barman. She was glad of the warmth from the light in a way as she wasn’t cold anymore, stood out in the freezing cold street in a dark green silk dress holding her clutch bag up to her chest in attempts to keep warm. It was safe to say it didn’t work in the slightest. Her blonde hair shimmered slightly as she flicked a piece away from her face, which somehow got the attention of the barman behind the counter. Not that Olivia intended it too, for heavens sake it was weird for her to be wearing a dress and high heels! Olivia wasn’t one for flirting much. “Yes love, what can I get you?” “A beer and two shots of vodka for me, and a tequila sunrise please” she smiled. It was her night to get absolutely trollied tonight, and she was planning on succeeding. It wouldn’t take long before she was up and dancing and enjoying herself. Entrances to a club were always a little weird.
Handing over the money, she received the change and flung it into her purse before in turn flinging that into her bag. Chugging down the two vodka shots with seconds, she soon started glugging her beer and then turned her back towards the bar. “Oo, he’s a bit yummy” Amelle said, biting her lip at an Italian looking male who was dancing with another woman. She gave him a seductive look and a wave, and it wasn’t long before he hand introduced himself as Nico, and stole Amelle away from Olivia. Typical really, it was always Amelle who got the good looking ones, although they all turned out to be total jerks. Sighing slightly, she bobbed her head to the music a little before noticing a blonde woman walk down the stairs. Staring at her for a moment, she got a strange feeling about her, but decided work was work for a reason, and this was her playtime. She cast the thoughts of investigating out of her mind and continued to watch around the club as people danced.
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Post by Luthen Crath on May 28, 2008 10:58:01 GMT -5
The difficult part wasn't the locating a fellow Malkavian, tuning into their scent as it were came pretty easily after a while, fine tuning it and finding the exact location was tricky, but the real difficultly, the crux of the matter came with the approach, how were you supposed to approach a fellow Malkavian, especially if they were new and scared to it all, they could easily lash out in their fright, they were often cautious and paranoid people who kept themselves to themselves and jumped at the slightest shadow, that was the curse of being a Malkavian. Luthen himself had gotten over the fright a long, long time ago, he'd not spent so long wandering the earth to be worried of his own powers, others were a different matter entirely, who knew what new powers could so easily emerge. It was ok for Luthen as he could, within reason, heal himself, minor cuts and bruises were a sinch, a knife slash a more difficultly and bullets potentially deadly if he couldn't get them out of his system quickly enough, so it wasn't without risk for him, though he was one of the few who could both heal and sense; lucky him. Yet there was always the very real risk of a new power being used upon him, one that he couldn't heal from, he was old true, but he wasn't ready to give up on this life yet.
He therefore had to be very careful with his approach, very careful indeed. Pinpointing the Malkavian's location had been a little tricky, her being strong minded was definitely detrimental, he could tell that from the first instant that his mind found hers. Doubtless she even knew of his ethereal presence and knew he'd be waiting for her, he wouldn't put it past anyone, but he rathermore hoped he still had the crucial element of surprise that would allow him to make the first move. Where to find an attractive young woman? Well the young part was definitely dubious but a club was exactly where he'd expected her to go, so why not pretend he wanted the night off and greet her himself, out of office hours as it were.
Knowing the best club in the city was Underworld, one he'd been to several times over the years he went early, old codgers didn't easily get into such places unless they were first in line, if his guess proved wrong he'd be out of pocket, but at least he'd be able to enjoy himself a little...
Apparently not, the music was far too loud, defeaning and the swirling figures prancing about him made him roll his eyes, once upon a time he probably would have loved such an establishment, he'd have been able to chat up a few young women, oh yes back in the day he'd been quite the "player" as young people seemed to call it these days, back then he'd been called a "womaniser" at one point, which was a ridiculous allegation, he knew which word he'd rather use. But of course he rarely received a second glance here, or else he wasn't sharp enough to notice, he could delude himself with that excuse but he didn't really need to bother, for he was here for an entirely different reason.
Weathered hands clasped about the whiskey he'd barely even sipped at Luthen stretched out with his mind, feeling for the woman's presence, and lo and behold it was drawing nearer, perhaps his gambit had paid off afterall. Lucky.
Concentration broken as a young man nudged his elbow on pressing forwards to the bar, Luthen's hand wipped out before he could stop himself latching onto the slim man's spindley arm with an iron grip. "Watch yourself there lad," he spoke heartily as if a little tipsy but his cold, hardened eyes showed he'd better not be messed with. "I was trying to get your attention actually," responded the young man, his bright eyes sparkling and gazing with, what was that a longing, oh no. Luthen's face fell, good lord, how the hell was this happening? "Can I buy you a drink?" Looking perplexed back at the lad he declined his kind offer replying, "erm, no, no I don't think so...haven't finished this one yet." Completely thrown he downed it in one swift gulp, now feeling the need for a drink. "Well now you have," laughed the young man and Luthen had the distinct impression he was somehow getting closer to him, their faces inches away, of course he didn't mind this in the heat of battle, eyeball to eyeball, but this, well this threw him quite completely. Unnerved he looked away grumbling, "oh alright then." As the young man tried unsuccessfully to catch the nearest barman's attention Luthen looked away, towards the entrance, and saw her instantly. She swept through the crowd with a dignity of a real lady, gliding past everyone easily, eyes narrowing at this he chuckled as she arrived at the bar and received the barman's undivided attention within seconds. Now how to make a good impression? Not to stare and draw attention to himself clearly, but how to make the approach, that was the question. As the young man pushed a stiff drink into his hands, he blinked in consternation as the man blushed at his touch, what on earth was happening? He just had to wonder, but he could potentially use this to his advantage. Smirking he slipped from his barstool saying apologetically to the young man, "I've just seen an aquaintance of mine, do excuse me, cheers for the drink though." Breathing a sigh of relief, but feeling a little sorry for the man whose face fell and eyes lost their brightness he struggled to get through the press of the crowd to reach her.
Now leaning against the bar beside her, he spoke calmly with the hint of a smile playing across his lips, "I'm sure you get this sort of line to chat you up all the time, but that is fortunately for you not my intention, you see that young man over there." He pointed with a slight inclination of his head, "I know you're expecting me to say he's taken a fancy to you, and you believe me his, what's that new word, his wingman that's it. Well that's not true either, he's actually taken a fancy to me, unfortunately I'm not that way inclined, call me old fashioned but it didn't used to happen in my day," in fact it had but that wouldn't help his argument now would it? "So I made up the little white lie that I knew you, if you'd be so very kind as to give me three minutes of your precious time we can, as is necessary, delude him completely." Smiling he set his glass down beside her, remarking "oh and it's probably not the place to tell you, but I like to start a relationship with absolute honesty, that I know what you are, and no I don't mean a beautiful young woman, rathermore a still beautiful but far older woman." He chuckled, "don't be alarmed though, I mean you no harm." Now the ball was in her court, time to sit back and weather the storm, if there was one. His approach was admittedly blunt, but at least it was honest.
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Post by Ranvier Flynn on May 29, 2008 8:01:31 GMT -5
Ranvier had been scanning the area once again, it had been unusually quiet again, no smell of Lycans clogging up the already polluted air. It was most peculiar, one could only think that they were planning something huge and attempting to save their numbers. But then again they had lost huge casualties recently, of which Alex, Toni and himself had cut their way through with a fair amount of ease, bearing in mind they were hugely outnumbered. Jumping from building to building, though carefully tonight, he had been planning to go for a drink with Alex. Evidently, he had made a little effort to dress up smartly, swapping his usual leather, for dark jeans, a stripy shirt and a jacket. However much to his disappointment she had other priorities to tend to. Bloody wars. Though sometimes you just to hang loose and have a normal evening. Though Ranvier had took the opportunity to shout at her as he left the mansion, “If you could do me leathers for me that would be lovely, thanks!” And poking his tongue out at her had darted away before she could fling something at him for being cheeky.
Ranvier jumped from building to building, wondering whether or not he should go for a rink or not. And then something caught his attention. Ranvier felt a sudden influx in energy; he could sense a relatively strong Malkavian, not half a mile from his current position. Also not far from himself was another weaker Malkavian, two Malkavians close by each other at this time of night. What on earth were they planning. Now Ranvier had a reason to explore the town, jumping from the top of his building, he dropped about twenty stories and bending his legs to brace himself and soften the impact, he fell into a small roll. Ranvier got to his feet tutting at himself as he did so, why roll in a side street? He reprimanded himself, and dusting off his jeans, he jogged down the side street, closing in on the Malkavians. It took him a few minutes to pinpoint their exact location. Underworld. If Alex and himself had ever made it for the drink this is where they would have ended up.
Strutting his way infront of the strutting crowds, he spotted the Bouncer, and walking up to him he shouted “Yo Bobbie!” and saluted the man as he moved closer to him. Grinning at him broadly, Ranvier had to of course revert back to his human form, retracting his fangs when he left the side street. Eventually someone would notice the vibrant gaze of his blue eyes, and the abnormally pointed fangs. “Rani!” The bouncer bellowed pulling the man into a very brief embrace. “I haven’t see you for a while mate.” Ranvier could not help but laugh, after all the things the clan had been through recently, drinks had been the farthest thing from their minds. Bob had always been a bouncer whom was continuously bemused by the fact Ranvier never seemed to age, unlike himself, whom had lost most of his hair since they first met. “Ah, you know what its like, busy busy as usual.” Ranvier replied with a small grin, that was greatly underestimating how grossly busy they had been, the past few weeks had been more hectic than usual. “Any room left?” Ranvier said bouncing on his toes looking over his shoulders down the stairwell. “There always is for you man. And alone I see. Will you be taking any of these fine young things in with you?” Bob said whilst pointing towards the large queue to his right. Ranvier drew his attention to the girls who would seemingly do anything to get into the nightclub. Pretending to scan the crowd considering, he stated loudly. “I do apologise ladies not tonight, though i shall most definitely be back!” Then smiling at them all he turned to face bob and patting him on the shoulder he swept past him and down into The Underworld. Scouring his surroundings carefully, he searched for the Malkavians with his mind. And then he entered the room, strobe lights, lighting the floor, black silhouettes moving around on the open floor. How slow they all were. Skirting the edge of the dance floor he made his way over to the bar. Gaining the attention off the barman immediately, “Bloody Mary, please my dear sir.” There was a reason as to why this was the drink, one it was somewhat ironic by the title. Ranvier’s first drink of blood, once he had been blooded was a little old woman called Mary. And one year they saw it on the menu, it caused them to laugh so hysterically, that they had to try it. Truth be known it was a nasty concoction, but it did have a nice kick to it. And perhaps it reminded them of the olden days, when they first started out, and the world truly was alot less troublesome.
The drink slid toward him across the bar, collecting it up in his hand, he gave a small nod of appreciation to the barman, and downed it in one, the first drink always had to be done in such a fashion. Hissing loudly as he felt it drip down his oesophagus. Making his innards tingle. Then to his right, he noticed a woman sitting quite alone. Watching the progression of a girl dancing on the floor. She had clearly arrived this woman and was seemingly annoyed that she had been abandoned. Sliding across the bar with much ease, he uttered to the Woman left on her own, “They are blind, some of these chaps, lack some serious sense.” Ranvier chuckled slightly, and felt another bloody Mary slid into his grip. Ranvier was treated well at this nightclub. It had begun a regular haunt, over the many years, of course sometimes, they had had to avoid it when people stayed there for such an expanse of time that they noticed they had not aged a day in over twenty years.
Ranvier was now quiet forgetting why he had ventured into this place, deciding he should scan the room yet more carefully, he felt both Malkavians were talking to each other, his eyes skipped the room, pinpointing there position he noted the two individuals. The only issue with a Vampire in a nightclub, other than the harsh lighting of course, is the noise levels. Vampires have a heightened sense of hearing, and so the music blares about ten times louder for Ranvier than every other individual occupying the room. It therefore made it very difficult to overhear the conversation. This would not do. Glancing at the Woman, he enquired with a charming smile, “Would you care to dance with a complete stranger? Much like your friend.” Downing the rest of his bloody Mary, he smiled and led the way onto the dance floor, moving closer to the two Malkavians so he could overhear their conversation.
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