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| There's daggers in men's smiles... (A night at Club Azure); ATTN Sebastian Deveraux | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 14. July 2016, 14:51 (339 Views) | |
| Leslie | Thursday, 14. July 2016, 14:51 Post #1 |
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The club was full with human bodies which created a sea of beating hearts in various rhythms making it a cacophony of wild drums. The music was creating an obsessive beat that forced you to move and that ripped through your very being to control you and whatever vivacious movement swaying hips could make. In the middle of that scene stood a girl with dark hair flowing down her shoulders and part of her back. Her hair was slightly wavy as if it was mimicking the crashing waves of the electronic beat bouncing against her and the many warm and sweaty bodies grinding around her and against her as well. While she was dancing she kept her focus upon the entrance. Without any idea of who was going to meet her she was nervously awaiting someone who would follow the girl that would be assigned to him. Leslie had asked who would be attending the booth she had rented and so she knew who to look out for and who would be following her. His email had been very casual, to say the least. Maybe he was young or maybe he didn't care for much. And he was American. Well, that could only bring trouble she thought as she remembered the last American dropping into town. Somewhere she still had his hat laying around. Anarch in combination with American usually presented a loud mouthed Brujah. Stereotypes weren't her thing but that had been the case each and every time an Anarch from the States found himself in London. With no exception. She had to laugh at that thought and a guy pulled her closer meanwhile taking advantage of her pondering mind and dreamy stare. The Gangrel didn't mind, in fact she loved to feel the warm flesh rub against her. Her dress was a simple but elegant black fabric. It had a small brown belt as decoration around her waist. It had long sleeves in a soft see through fabric. The back was closed to hide any fur but at the front it had a nice round cleavage that didn't reveal anything to keep the fantasy alive from all the curves she had visibly hidden away under the dress. From her neck a necklace dangled. Her lips carried a soft pink hue. A favourite lipstick colour of her. She had to wear tight correction underwear to make sure her bunny tail remained as flat as possible. As usual it was a very uncomfortable feeling to the Gangrel and the dress had some room there so it didn't wrap too tightly over the flattened bump. Now all she had to do was wait for her mystery guest to arrive and meanwhile her black high heels would click away on the dance floor and make her move with her hands up in the air so her fingers could dance and weave a web of invisible drawings that were being commanded by the musical beats of the DJ that night. |
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| Sebastian Deveraux | Friday, 15. July 2016, 02:55 Post #2 |
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This is where he had been told to go. This place, this Club Azure. It was underwhelming. It seemed to be trying too hard. All the lights and neon, it seemed like more of a laser show than a club. Dressed out of his usual shirt and jeans, he felt awkward and weird, adding to his disenchantment. Why a club? Maybe this guy wanted to put him off guard. As he walked into the building Sebastian had to admit this place would keep him off his guard, no matter how hard he tried. Between the lights and music, only the people moved coherently enough for him to focus. He'd been wanded and presented his ticket, apparently a VIP pass that the ticket taker seemed surprised he had. He was led to one of the side booths, wave like and blue with a small round table in the center. He tried to look into the crowd of dancers, to see if he perhaps his contact was there. He doubted it. Anyone associated with the Baron couldn't be the dancing type. More like binding and gagging a girl with a collar around the neck. He clicked his tongue, remembering the sense of cold he had felt when dealing with the almost robotic man. Before sitting Sebastian got a glass of Vodquila that they tried to set on fire, apparently for aesthetic reasons. Sebastian gave a glare that made them reconsider. Settling into the booth, he lifted the glass and stuck the tip of his tongue into the drink, curling it so that the liquid dripped and ran down his tongue and lips. He made a false sound of appreciation, resisting the urge to say fuck it all, and go looking for the guy. He was told to sit here; he would sit here. He unbuttoned the top of his dress shirt, trying to tune out the lame music and gaze into the dancing crowd. He longed for a sip of blood infused rum or a bite off a drunk ass chick at a bar. A real bar,with a fight or two and a game of pool. Hell, a game of spades. If he kept this up, he'd be wearing tailored suits and sipping tea with the Prince. He sighed and looked himself over. He hadn't been sure on what to wear, trying to decide between casual and ....errr...less casual. He didn't own many actual suits and was loath buy a new one. He'd finally settled on creamy slacks and a blue vest, with a blue jean colored dress shirt underneath with the arms folded up to near his elbow, wrapping a leather bound watch on his right wrist. He wasn't a fashion person, so he was totally clueless as to how bad or how good he looked. He assumed he looked like a wreck and sighed. Jacks would have dressed him right. Again, he lifted his drink to his mouth, sticking his tongue tip into the clear 80 proof alcohol, absentmindedly twirling it and pretending to drink. |
"I'll do what I gotta do. I don't give a fuck. Just don't ask me to live on my knees, you know?" English|French|Latin|Greek| | |
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| Leslie | Wednesday, 20. July 2016, 14:01 Post #3 |
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The beat. The beat. It controlled her. The beat made the bodies move and intoxication rested within her to conquer her if she would let go of the concentration she needed to have a clear mind for the meeting. While the sounds kept going and kept poisoning the minds with rhythms they were forced to indulge to she suddenly noticed the woman from her boot guiding someone over there. He looked normal enough but then again they all did somehow. She weaved her way through the crowd and felt more bodies slide along her. A hand touched her here and there. Whispers fell from warm lips to seduce her. She stared in some eyes she wanted to drown in before taking the vitae from their precious veins but for now she needed to wait with that and greet her guest. Her presence getting closer to him was announced by the clicks her shiny high heels made. The louder the soft thuds were the sooner her would meet up with the one he wanted to see. She wondered whether he would have expected someone like here. The Gangrel entered the boot and said nothing at first. No. Not a word was spoken because her eyes were too busy taking in the sad puppy meets bad boy mix. He looked like he had run away from some boysband. Her lips curled up in a smile and she spoke kindly and sweetly to him once she was ready inspecting him. "I'm glad you could make it Mr. Deveraux. How are you this evening?" Next was her nose that wriggled. After letting the eyes have some fun with this piece of candy, the nose needed to give some attention as well. She wanted to smell him. To gather information on where he had been but most what she could smell was the salty sweat of all the walking dinner not far from them. Or rather the dancing dinner. She giggled at her own mental pun and shrugged before sitting down right next to him. Again she didn't say a word. He was here to meet her and not the other way around. So she waited for him to tell her what he wanted, needed or could do for her because usually they always tried to sell themselves as one awesome guy who could rock her world. Luckily this wasn't Twilight so hopefully he would be smarter and just do what he had to do because there was something she needed to discuss with him as well. Briefly she watched the glass that was on the table. He was here to talk to another Kindred and yet he had ordered a drink? She was surprised but didn't let it cloud her mind. Usually she didn't order anything unless she was offered a drink which got forgotten at the bar or got dropped because she was such a silly, giggling girl. How she loved to play such characters with the Kine and put on a show for them without them realising it. But tonight the stage was this boot and the only ones playing was herself and Sebastian Deveraux. |
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| Sebastian Deveraux | Tuesday, 2. August 2016, 06:19 Post #4 |
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He waited. Periodically sticking his tongue in the drink, Sebastian found himself growing bored. The music was lame, the people so....predictable. This wasn't his scene, at all. Still, he let his eyes wander over to the crowd of people dancing. Too close, far too close to each other. They seemed to part a bit, like someone was moving through them, but his attention drifted away and he leaned back and closed his eyes halfway. Might as well get comfortable. Looks like he would be waiting for a while- His eyes popped open as he felt some sit near him. Sebastian cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Sorry darlin' but-". She cut him off, introducing herself or rather, introducing that she knew him and that she was the one he was to meet. Why else would she know his name? He eyed her, raising an eyebrow. She was white, long haired, white, wearing a simple black...dress...thingy with a small thin brown belt. She was was also white. And a she. She was supposed to be a he. Not a she. Sebastian had prepped to deal with a guy. A Toreador maybe, with some kind of fashion ideals the stuffy old Cam's didn't approve of. He was gonna be all tough and Brujah like and..now...and now..... With a finger he nudged the glass to the side. "Wow....wow," he muttered under his breath, hoping she hadn't heard. "Hello, ma'am. I'm fine myself, how about you?" He fought the urge to bow his head. Jacks would kill him if he had ever bowed to her. But even she had bowed to Daedalus. And Daedalus would be disappointed in him if he wasn't polite, at least in person. Instead, he smiled, fighting the urge to tell her how pretty she was. Politeness was natural with women, as was flirting; he couldn't help it. But he kept it under control. He didn't know this girl. And if she was with the Baron, she could be as strange and dangerous as that robotic thing had been. Cautiously, leaned toward her, rubbing his chin. "As far as I've been told, you can help a poor lost soul like me. May I ask for your name, if that isn't too impolite, along with your help in getting acquainted with this city and it's folks?" He bit his bottom lip, hoping he hadn't sounded like too much of an ass. Women made him nervous....... |
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| Leslie | Tuesday, 9. August 2016, 12:41 Post #5 |
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His features held surprise and she slowly blinked while letting him come to terms with her being there. Meanwhile she let her hands glide along the fabric of her dress following a part of her upper legs. She smoothed the dress and fiddled with the hem of it while wondering how much of a success it was to surprise him. It was so fun when she was the last thing they expected to see. When she heard his "Wow....wow" she immediately won she had caught him enough off guard to have the advantage in the evening. If he had been very prepared for the evening she might be lucky and have a more willing subject now and not a defiant one. Anarchs could be very stubborn and most of times foolishly so. Or were that only the Anarchs that ended up in London? While pretending not to have heard his little slip of the tongue she pulled her attention away from her dress and looked at him again with her soft brown gaze. "There is no need to ma'am me." she said with a small but soft giggle before straightening her body and tilting her head just enough aside to let her hair slide away and expose a bit of her neck. "I am good, thank you and I am pleased to be able to welcome another free spirit to London." Instinctively she leaned closer as well when he did so and she nodded. "Leslie is the name. Nothing impolite about asking that and for help." she kindly announced with a bow of the head. Her eyes wandered his posture again and she liked tracing the lines of his features with her gaze before letting them fall into his blue eyes. They were really something special to see upon him. It gave him a slight pinch of irresistible attraction and the teenage part of her was fawning over that little adorable part about him. However she tried to mentally beat that part of her into the cage with the Beast so they both wouldn't be able to ruin this night for. There was only one way to drag part of her mind away from his swagger and that was getting down to business. "If I am not mistaken you aren't such a poor, lost soul, am I correct?" Something changed within her. Her playful attitude had a more stern vibe now yet her stare at him remained soft and gentle. "As I understood correctly you already contacted the Prince before contacting me. Now I am a bit doubtful on whether or not you can be trusted." For now she held the letter which she had printed out hidden away. It would depend on his reaction whether she needed to use it as persuasive argument or not. The letter from the Prince had been right on time and she was genuinely worried why someone would contact a leader they had nothing to do with? Was he a spy? Or Sabbat trying to get into the walls they were building. Leslie was getting slightly paranoid after having conquered some parts of Camden already. What if they wanted revenge? One never knew especially not with a Sabbat this silent. With a sigh she tried to pull herself out of her pondering. |
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