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Post by Namir Black on Sept 18, 2007 18:44:45 GMT -5
Namir winked at the door man as he let her through, winking slyly dragging a fingernail along his ripped abs. "Thanks man." She could feel his lustful stare bore into her as she sauntered down the hall, a techno beat thudding through the walls. Her slinky black dress clung to her curves, her heels clicking gently against the floor. She scanned the crowd, looking for anything that looked suspicious and sniffed the air, afraid the air would smell of the dank musk of vampires. Assuming it was safe, or to a certain extent anyways, went up to the bartender, "whiskey please?" She had a strong taste for drinks if she ever had them, never understood why... She began to sip at her drink on a stool, pausing to think about a dance.. but who to dance with..?
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Post by Pete on Sept 18, 2007 19:01:45 GMT -5
Pete, only being 16, and from a rural town, had never been to a club. It looked interesting so he walked up to the front door and proceded to walk in... right into a 300 lb bouncer. "And where do you think you're going, little boy?" The walking vending machine looked as if he could curl objects bigger than Pete. "Well, i was planning on going inside, why?" Pete told the man with as muh sarcasm as he could muster. "Hehe, i dont think so, why dont you just step aside." Man, he was really getting on Petes nerves. Pete gave him a grin as he put both arms around the man, lifted him into the air, and then set him back down away from the door. "So, how bout letting me in now?" It was more of a command than a question. Pete walked through the door wihout waiting for a response... after a sight like that, he assumed the man would be speachless anyway. Pete walked inside and took a seat at th bar. "I'll take a mountain dew." He told the bartender.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 18, 2007 19:15:43 GMT -5
Namir spotted her old friend Pete across the bar, she took her drink and sauntered down. "Now now Peter.. you must learn to pick on someone your own size." she grinned crookedly. Namir paused to throw back a little more whiskey letting out a sigh closing her eyes tightly as the liqour burned her throat. She slid the glass down the bar. "That's enough for me. Dew... Interesting choice. What brings a lycan like you to a place like this?"
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Post by Pete on Sept 18, 2007 19:23:00 GMT -5
"Well, when im not off fighting crime, i like to enjoy the night life. That and ive never been to a club before, i have to tell ya, i feel like everybody is staring at me... almost like I'm to young to be here or something." He said with a grin. "As for my choice of beverage, mountain dew is the breakfast of champions." he said as he downed it in about two seconds flat. "I hope your buying, killing Vampires doesnt pay as good as you would think." "I'd ask you to dance, but i never learned how." Pete laughed, such a small world...
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 18, 2007 19:43:03 GMT -5
"Well by that definition, I'm old enough to technically be here.. but I'm definitely not old enough to drink... but what the hell.. when in rome.." (even though in reality at 16 i probably couldn't get in a club like that if i tried) "I never really dance either, but I like the environment of the club. You look old enough love, don't worry," her voice purred. "So at this point you could transform into a wolf on a whim if you wish.. but not a werewolf? Being new to this and all I need the specifics."
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Post by Pete on Sept 18, 2007 20:24:29 GMT -5
"Both, ive been practicing" Pete said as he closed his eyes and then opened them reavealing not his blue eyes but bright golden ones, the eyes of a wolf. He blinked and his eyes returned to their normal state. "Impressed?" Pete asked her, obviously showing off. "Its kinda strange, i havent been attacked by Vampires in days... its almost dissapointing, ya know what i mean?" Pete lifted up his shirt a little to reaveal his belt, which already had many notches cut into it. "So hows your new life treating you Nadir?"
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 19, 2007 20:15:12 GMT -5
(love, its Namir... ) Captivated by his piercing yellow eyes she stared still at his eyes awestruck and lustfully... "Uhm.. err.." she cleared her throat, " Wait.. you actually have a belt with notches in it? God I'd hate to see your bed post in that case.." she chuckled. "My life is going good, just trying to figure out what to do now.." she began to bop her hips to the music.
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Post by Pete on Sept 19, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
((yeay, just finished my new sig )) "I like to keep track of my batting average, if ya know what i mean." Pete sat at the bar, sipping on the dew, taking in the sights. "You know how it is, so many Vampires, so little time. As for what to do, i would try working out. Both in Lycan form and human form, you should be well rounded. You never know what could happen so you should always be prepared for the worst. As for me, I like to play Vigilante. It suits me dontcha think?" Pete asked her with a grin.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 19, 2007 21:10:29 GMT -5
"I think it does suit you, " she grinned back. "But in a way I see you as a sort of Neo Cassanova. Stealing the hearts of all the ladies with the flash of your topaz eyes." She felt her heart twinge just imagining them.. "Now I'm imagining some female body builder lycan.. its quite a sight. Now THAT is something that's always disturbed me.." she cringed "I just don't get it..." Namir raised her eyebrow, "Lieutenant? What prompted the change? Or promotion should I say?" (how the hell did you change your name? i must be incompetent.. lol)
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Post by Pete on Sept 19, 2007 21:20:37 GMT -5
((its under profile, then click modify profile.)) "Neo Cassanova eh? I was kinda going for Matrix Neo, still stealing the hearts of women, but in a more super hero-ish way." Pete said grinning. "And yes, I've been promoted, i serve under Vincent Valentine now. In the event of his death or absence, i would take his place. The Lycan Lieutenant, it sounds pretty B.A. doesnt it?"
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Post by Raoul on Sept 20, 2007 7:45:04 GMT -5
Raoul having been bored for the majority of the week had decided to take a night off and go nightclubbing. He had heard good revies about the night club that he now stood outside off, and so had decided to check it out. He payed no heed to the bouncer at the door, noone stopped him going where he wished. Striding confidently into the club he went straight to the bar. He had a sudden urge to buy a drink, though nothing was as strong as it use to be, having drunk absinthe back in France.
The barman walked over slowly waiting for instructons on what to get his new customer. "Get me something strong" Raoul said as he sat down on a stool. Staring around he looked at the patrons, particularly the female ones. He turned back around to recieve his drink, placing a note on the table in return. Turning back around he took a deep drink, relaxing slightly. A familar scent caught his attention, werewolf he thought to himself as he straightened back up looking for the source.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 20, 2007 19:48:52 GMT -5
Namir raised her eyebrow in Raoul's direction, and whistled barely, knowing his sensitive hearing could pick it up. "Over here." "One of Vincent's?" she inquired to Pete.. "Better to know if he's good or evil now, rather than later.." "Wait... so Vincent is pack leader of all lycan's right? There's no one else that's formed another pack?" Namir tapped her chin in contemplation.. "Sorry, I know I ask a bunch of questions.. I can't help it." she chuckled.
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Post by Pete on Sept 20, 2007 20:15:05 GMT -5
"Alena is our leader, she's the mother of Lycanthropy. Much like a queen. There have been reports that she died in the explosion of the old den. Vincent took her place until it could be confirmed. I get my orders from Vincent, for now." He eplained to the girl "And as far as I know, there arent any traitors amoung us. But it wouldnt be the first time I've been wrong. I'll keep my eye on him, after all, I am his superior. Over here pal, My name is Pete and the one sitting next to me is Nadir, we are the Lycans you seek.
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Post by Raoul on Sept 21, 2007 18:13:15 GMT -5
Raoul heard a barely inaudible whistle, so he was right, there were other lycans here he thought. Rising up he turned in the direction of a woman and another male. He sauntered over, drink in one hand, and took a seat next to them. "Well hello Namir" Raoul said as he sat down, eyeing her as he sipped from his drink. He cast a glance over the boy before turning back to Namir. "So there is some of us in this city after all..." he said softly. The evening was starting to actually turn interesting. Being quite solitary for a while now, Raoul was not good around large crowds but he was happy to join up with the group for a change.
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Post by Namir Black on Sept 22, 2007 0:16:13 GMT -5
"Evening Raoul. What brings you to Italy?" Namir questioned, "Business or pleasure?" Namir scanned the club haphazardly seeing the sweat mingling on necks and on lower backs peeking out into the mass of people bouncing together to the beat. She motioned to the bartender again, Dew is a good idea. "Mountain Dew please?" she elbowed him playfully. She nodded to Raoul, "Who changed you?"
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