Billie
Human
Departed
Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on Feb 5, 2006 19:05:42 GMT
"They got me payin' taxes, for what I gave to you - "
SCREEEEE!
"Dammit, Billie!"
The singer gave a brisk shake of her head in hopes of clearing the echoing ring from her ears. She could hear a few of the sound techies swearing at her as they scrambled to re-adjust the sound board.
"Billie," Ryan, the sound head, called down from the booth. "Dammit, girl - you've blown another channel."
Billie cringed briefly and then glared up at the booth, one hand shielding her eyes from the glaring stage lights. "Well, this is a sound check - now you can fix it and it won't happen later tonight!"
After much grumbling, swearing, and a few more obnoxious screeches of feedback, Ryan called down from the booth, "Okay, Billie - try it again, and this time, take it easy with the belting?"
"Fine, fine..." Nodding to her accompanist, she raised the mic to her lips once more.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Mar 16, 2006 1:33:45 GMT
Continued from: Club Exterior and Alleys.
As soon as he was in the door, having had no need to prove his age at the door, thankfully — he didn’t carry ID, let alone have a wallet — he let his eyes wander the room at once, immediately alert for any potential candidates for Katrina’s meal for the night. Truthfully, he hated this part… picking someone from the ‘herd’ to chase and terrify before they met a sticky end was not his idea of fun. Then again, he hadn’t had ‘fun’ since he was ten… what did he know?
Heading at a steady, feigned-nonchalant pace around the dance floor, he eyed the crowds, easily passing for a casual club-goer. With any luck, he’d attract attention before too long; it wasn’t uncommon…
In short order, a leggy blonde had taken notice of him and made her way across the dance floor. "Hey there...never seen you here before...wanna dance?"
Eli looked her over, taking in her physical condition but making the inspection look more like genuine interest. He smiled in his own way, saying to her in an almost coy manner, “I’m not much of a dancer.” He could hear easily over the din of the music, but he made sure to raise his voice so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.
"Aw, that's okay, hon...you stick with me and you'll be just fine." She snaked an arm around his shoulders. "I'm Allie; what's your name?"
“Eli,” he told her, knowing it wouldn’t matter latter what her name was. He would have preferred it if she hadn’t told him.
"Hi, Eli." She smiled, swaying beside him. She smelled just faintly of drink; had he been a mortal, he wouldn't have detected the scent at all. "Hot in here, isn't it?"
He could detect the alcohol, given the proximity; normally, in a place like this, it was hard to sift through the scents, and given his age, it usually took him longer to pick out the ones he wanted or needed. But she was so close to him that he could practically taste it. “Yeah, it is,” he agreed, giving her another brief, altogether false smile. If anything, it was a little suggestive…
Allie grinned, liking that smile. "Maybe a little too hot..."
Eli knew a hint when he heard one. “Wanna head outside?”
"Oh, well, if you insist." She laughed, slipping one hand into his.
It was — painfully — almost too easy. Feeling her hand in his, he headed for the door, but not the front. He couldn’t very well do as Katrina had ordered him to do at the front of the club; he needed the privacy and shadow of the alleys behind it.
Continued in: Club Exterior and Alleys.
((Co-written with Mayhemme supplying Allie’s parts))
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Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
Posts: 407
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Post by Nick on Mar 16, 2006 1:50:09 GMT
Continued from: Club Exterior and Alleys
Nick made his way easily past the guy at the door, showing his ID, and headed into the crowds, checking things out. It was a pretty busy place, but that was all the better. Less likelyhood that things would get boring. He made his way slowly towards the bar, shooting his most charming grin at a couple of women as he went. He was used to getting by with that grin and was well rewarded when he recieved smiles in return. Might end up buying them drinks later. Just have to wait and see.
He glanced to the back of the club and the grin faded as he tilted his head and frowed. A man and a woman were heading out the back of the club rather than using the front door. And isn't that the guy I came in behind? I shouldn't stick my nose into this. They're probably heading out for a little alone time. Still, something feels kinda creepy about this.
Letting his reporter instincts take over, Nick began weaving his way through the crowds, ignoring everything but what he was doing. Normally, the only time he was this focused was when he was working, but something just felt wrong for some reason. Well, if I accidentally come up on anything that's just embarrassing, I'll apologize and burn rubber getting out of there.
Reaching the door, he took a quick glance around to make sure no one would notice, opened it a bit and slipped out after the pair.
Continued at: Club Exterior and Alleys
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 12:28:09 GMT
Katrina made her way into the club easily. The lighting was dim as always, and the music loud. A young man made an attempt to speak with her, but a mere glance made him immediatly think better of it.
Antje should be here tonight. Katrina was willing to wait.
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 13:03:55 GMT
"Antje. How are you?" Katrina acknowledged the other women with a respectful nod. A professional attitude, extended to a mutual artist, she thought. "Have you time to talk about a business proposal?" Katrina moved to the bar as she spoke.
When the bartender approached she smiled and said, "Long Island Iced Tea. Two. Well mixed, if you please."
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 13:16:32 GMT
Katrina accepted the drinks and threw a fifty dollar bill on the counter. "I'll have change in a minute, lady." Katrina turned to Antje and said "No change. Just another round of drinks when we're ready, and keep the change." The bartender didn't argue, not when it would end up being a $25 dollar tip.
She lead Antje over to one of the booths and they sat. She sipped the drink and pondered. Much alcohol blended - made to go down easily. Ah well. it wasn't champagne, but it would do. She sat back in the booth and regarded Antje. "How has business been?"
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 13:36:54 GMT
Katina drained half of her glass. "You and I share a unique perspective on the mongrels in this city. I have a proposal for you." She swirled the liquid around, and looked up. "I think we should start picking them off. One by one. I don't think they should hold any power in this city... and they hold too much. And I need your help. I can't go around in daylight, you can. You find them, then you and I kill them."
She finished the rest of the drink and put the empty glass at the end of the table.
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 13:46:45 GMT
Katrina laughed. "A threat to me? You must be joking." Looking around, she waited until the bartender came over with another drink. "There was a rogue one out this evening. My dog, Eli, took him out easily, but he said he didn't belong to anyone. That means that there are packs. We need to get the pack - the alphas. We get the betas and the alphas, and the rogues will be easy to pick off."
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 13:58:04 GMT
"Hard and fast is just fine. And they won't step up quickly, they're too family oriented. How nauseating really." She took another sip.
"What do you need an army for? You have me." Katrina gave a smile. "I have my own ways of performing - and we have my dog. Don't kill him, he's mine."
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 14:11:35 GMT
Katrina gave a smile that would have chilled the bones of a less strong-willed person. "That is where you come in. I assume that you have silver shot?" She sipped her second drink. "Is it possible to make a silver shot fit into bullets for those guns - the ones that fire rapidly?"
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 14:34:51 GMT
"Money isn't an issue. If you're willing, I can provide the money."
Katrina looked at Antje seriously. "I do not work with just anyone. I don't work with anyone, period, actually." She drained the second drink. "If we do this, we're going to go for it, and if you're in, you're in. If not, enjoy your drinks, and I will leave."
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 14:52:26 GMT
"You tell me where the packs are. We begin luring them in by damaging a few of them. You get me information about the weapons, and numbers as to when we can get them... well then. It'll just be all kinds of fun, won't it."
Katrina gave another smile.
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Post by Katrina on Mar 18, 2006 15:08:24 GMT
"How about thirty thousand as a down payment. And then two hundred thousand upon completion of the job. Plus cost of ammunition." Katrina never played with money. And this was worth it. She'd put out her entire fortune if she had to. Being a vampire meant no taxes, and hundreds of years - inflation had been good to her.
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Post by Katrina on Mar 19, 2006 1:30:09 GMT
Katrina wrote her house's phone number onto a napkin. "I don't use a mobile phone. Can you imagine sneaking up on a werewolf and getting a call? Rediculous things."
She finished her second drink. "We'll start small. I want them worried. The first few we just hurt - not mortally - just... reasonably severely." Katrina shifted in her seat. "I plan to find out the balance in this city - see who else is about if I can. You and I will work together on this plan after a while. We'll know our enemy first - then we can dispatch them."
She stood and regarded the club. "We'll be in contact, I'm sure." With a slight incline of her head, she walked out of the club.
Continued in the Club Exterior and Alleyways
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Marco
Rogue Werewolf
Doorman & Bartender: The Onyx
Nowhere to run, pointless to hide. Just lay there and scream, pretending to try.
Posts: 58
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Post by Marco on Apr 1, 2006 22:38:36 GMT
Continued from: Staff Room.
Emerging from the staff door, he saw the club's floor was already filled with lively, eager patrons. Most of them - from the smell - were human, but he could detect the odd inconsistency here and there, whether it be vampiric, or lycanthropic. Since he wasn't working on the door that night, he supposed it was really out of his hands who got let into the bar, and besides, he was confident enough in his ability to control procedings should things start to get out of hand. Then again, it wasn't just the vampires and the werewolves who tended to make a shift more 'interesting'; humans could make their fair share of mess and fuss.
Heading behind the bar, his sleeves rolled up and out of the way, he was soon getting back into the nightly swing of things, and taking orders. Girls flirted to try and get free shots; men tried to puff themselves up to be bigger than him; people commented on his accent... it was nothing out of the ordinary.
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