Post by petdr89 on Mar 4, 2008 0:44:11 GMT -5
((Neh, well, I want to test out Phantom Kat because I haven’t settled on a personality for her yet. And since I haven’t settled on a personality for her, I haven’t added her to the character archive yet; however, here’s a picture of her: petdr89.deviantart.com/art/Phantom-Kat-79061446 ))
Outside, the city streets were dark and cold, but inside the joint was buzzing. Loud metal music filled the night club and reverberated through the nearby streets. Thunder from the pouring rain outside was completely drowned out by the commotion of a room packed full of people jumping and dancing, and in general acting like idiots. Most were drunk or were at least drinking, but a few were there just to have fun. Flashing lights danced around so wildly it was enough to cause seizures, and the smell of cigarette smoke plague the building.
Limberly moving her body in the center of the room was a silver acara; she moved around gracefully, free of societies tentacles and secure in the fact that she could at least seduce her current dance partner with a cute smile and a wildly gyrating body. They had never met each other before now, didn’t know each others names, and would never see each other again after tonight. They were both after completely different things; you can probably guess what the guy was after. They were dancing in a manner that allowed the female to have her back to the man; he had his hands on her hips while she raised her arms in the air, and together they moved as a single unit. The acara’s tight purple shirt clung and moved with her, however her baggy purple camo pants jostled wildly. Bare feet were her only enemy here, as sometimes some klutzy person would tramp all over them. Halfway through their dance, the acara flipped to face him, the longer, dark gray portion of her hair and the tentacles on top of her head whipped behind her. And subtly, the male whispered something into one of her four pointed ears, all of which were plagued by piercing; three rings in each of her big ears, two rings in each of her small ears, and then three studs in each of her big ears.
“Buy me a drink and I’ll think about it!” The acara shouted over the music. The male quirked a smile and took her light gray hand in his, pulling her up to a counter at the front of the club. Smiling slyly, the girl order, “White Russian,” and the male paid. After downing her drink in nearly a single gulp, she pretended to dance back into the crowd, but all the while was intentionally ditching her new ‘friend’, and wriggling through the mass of people, effectively becoming invisible because she looked like just an ordinary person there. Sure, in the outside world she looked incredibly strange, but here she seemed to fit in. A purple streak of hair covering her right eye, sixteen pierces in her ears, one piercing in her belly button, a gold necklace, thumb ring, and bracelet, and a light blue butterfly tattoo on the left side of her midriff certainly did make for an odd sight in the ‘real’ world.
Dancing across the room, the acara finally found a nice corner and stopped, now keeping her turquoise eyes peeled for her next victim. It was only three in the morning; the night was still young! The only question remains is how did a seventeen year old girl manage to get into a place like this?
Outside, the city streets were dark and cold, but inside the joint was buzzing. Loud metal music filled the night club and reverberated through the nearby streets. Thunder from the pouring rain outside was completely drowned out by the commotion of a room packed full of people jumping and dancing, and in general acting like idiots. Most were drunk or were at least drinking, but a few were there just to have fun. Flashing lights danced around so wildly it was enough to cause seizures, and the smell of cigarette smoke plague the building.
Limberly moving her body in the center of the room was a silver acara; she moved around gracefully, free of societies tentacles and secure in the fact that she could at least seduce her current dance partner with a cute smile and a wildly gyrating body. They had never met each other before now, didn’t know each others names, and would never see each other again after tonight. They were both after completely different things; you can probably guess what the guy was after. They were dancing in a manner that allowed the female to have her back to the man; he had his hands on her hips while she raised her arms in the air, and together they moved as a single unit. The acara’s tight purple shirt clung and moved with her, however her baggy purple camo pants jostled wildly. Bare feet were her only enemy here, as sometimes some klutzy person would tramp all over them. Halfway through their dance, the acara flipped to face him, the longer, dark gray portion of her hair and the tentacles on top of her head whipped behind her. And subtly, the male whispered something into one of her four pointed ears, all of which were plagued by piercing; three rings in each of her big ears, two rings in each of her small ears, and then three studs in each of her big ears.
“Buy me a drink and I’ll think about it!” The acara shouted over the music. The male quirked a smile and took her light gray hand in his, pulling her up to a counter at the front of the club. Smiling slyly, the girl order, “White Russian,” and the male paid. After downing her drink in nearly a single gulp, she pretended to dance back into the crowd, but all the while was intentionally ditching her new ‘friend’, and wriggling through the mass of people, effectively becoming invisible because she looked like just an ordinary person there. Sure, in the outside world she looked incredibly strange, but here she seemed to fit in. A purple streak of hair covering her right eye, sixteen pierces in her ears, one piercing in her belly button, a gold necklace, thumb ring, and bracelet, and a light blue butterfly tattoo on the left side of her midriff certainly did make for an odd sight in the ‘real’ world.
Dancing across the room, the acara finally found a nice corner and stopped, now keeping her turquoise eyes peeled for her next victim. It was only three in the morning; the night was still young! The only question remains is how did a seventeen year old girl manage to get into a place like this?
