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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 14, 2010 1:56:21 GMT -8
OOC Note: Due to my laptop being incapacitated, I'm typing this on the PS3. I apologies if the quality is not up to par. I believe this will be our first thread, one-on-one with each other though---luck to us both! Also, any plot you may have will take priority. Hope I'm not pressing you with the setting.Days Of Nostalgia Clubs that were welcome to all ages were questionable in a somewhat conservative southern California. And the "somewhat" is put there if only for the fact that corporal punishment-emplaced Public High Schools became accepted. No, what made this club questionable was its standard to situate itself to not have a safe "non-alcoholic" bar---on top of its old connections with a man from a year or so ago by the name of "Kane."
Kane at the time was a man who was rendered with many afflictions---one might even say that it was likely that he had passed away by this time, due to his apparently constant failing health in many fields of his life. However, his drive to set up a place of protection for the students put into place of the corporal punishment-based schools, Public High School #259 specifically, a rough version of a gang was outlined known as the 'Guardians'---a memory that burned silently with little provocation in a certain German's mind. Never was it in his nature to leave old ties untended to when it could be helped. And from what little the long, white-haired man with a simple black eye-patch over his left eye could discern about this place, it probably held a high number of customers who were opposed to the corporal punishment system if Kane's old influence held still.
A risk worth taking.
...And if not, the German could always go for a little fun.
Being tall as he was, he had on some nice, black slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt, a black vest, and a bright red tie---he almost looked like he was ready for a business meeting. But given his general knowledge on clubbing, he only had what he could inference from a certain Frenchman and an amusing Bro compatriot of his. Nice black shoes from Italy, made for just such an ocassion and high manuverability---no typical look of the usually beaten-down "Unfettered" tonight with his multitude of scars or standard battle attire. The most curious thing, though, was the cane he did take with him, walking in as well enough as a man who appeared to have two perfectly healthy legs could.
Whispy dark clouds circulated through the air as the German stepped out from his cab to look at the rather small club---bright blue neon lights saying "Guardian Angel" rather blatantly along with the buffer at the front door with the big black shirt to barely cover the muscles he had worked hard to earn and maintain at the front, eying all the incoming people from beneath his black shades. Not too many people appeared to be coming... but then, it was insinuated that it might be like that.
The German smiled.
Looks were deceiving.
Walking quietly to the guard, the man sneered quietly, emphasizing his nostrils as he crossed his arms to view the rather pale-skinned German."Cane?""I can dance vell enough without it," the German smiled.
Looking him over once more, the man at the door shook his head, silently waving him in. After all, what did it matter to him if the twit hurt himself? He looked the part to fit in well enough to the atmosphere.* * * * * * * * * * * * * Busting music. "Sexy Chick," "Addicted To Trance," and another assortment of hip-hop and techno was playing throughout as lmulti-colored lights flashed all around the entire room. There was a surprising amount of teenagers from Public High School #258, #302, Santa Margarita, and Dana Point that were there, dancing and grinding with their sharp-looking clothes, their hot bodies, and colorful attires that swam at the center of the room like a miasma of pulsating colors that happened to reach human form in a constant ebb-and-flow stream of continous movement. Still smiling to himself, the German aptly strode his solid oak cane with the simple round head at the top around the dance floor and over to the bar, where a stigmatized suave bartender worked the rounds with his dextrous hands, to some ladies amusement.
The German knew why he was here tonight, who he had to talk to, what he had to take care of, and what would happen because of his choices.
That is why, slinking into his spinning red swivel chair that was attached to the reflective black tile floor, the German took his seat.---"Wasser---Water, please."Looking at him curiously with his own bemused, sly smile, the bartender went around to work others first. "Unfettered" however, turned his chair slightly, turning his eye to---
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Post by Alexis Seran on Jan 14, 2010 15:21:39 GMT -8
(OOC:You are pressing me with the setting... you are just asking for Alexis to hit on "Unfettered" >< Well... actually he is a guy which makes him an automatic prey. And yeah...Absolutely no plot with Alexis... she is boring at the moment.) The night was young as Alexis sat in her kitchen with a bottle of liquor in hand. She lost her fake I.D so a club for all ages would have to do, but she was going to predrink for such an occasion. She was already changed in her outfit(Left) for the night, though, she wasn't exactly ready to go out. She had yet to feel a buzz or even the guts to party. Last time she went out she had bumped into Gabriel and some shit went down. Yet again, what were the chances in him going to a place like this? Very low. Once Alexis had been done drinking the glass she had in her one hand she hopped off her counter and called a cab. ~~~ There had been no one in the line outside the door so getting in was not a hard task. The bouncer gave her a smile as she passed by and into the club. Inside there were a lot more people her age and dancing to the popular music. Trying to adjust to the atmosphere, she found herself fitting in and having a good time with several nameless faces. Now having some fun for awhile now, she got a little tired and even slightly thirsty. Alcohol did have the tendency to make one dehydrated...that and a ton of dancing. Making her way slowly; she had finally got to the bar table. The tender was found serving the girls and even ignoring some of the guys' requests for beverages. There was someone who had been sitting in the seat next to the stool she had taken. He ordered what sounded like water, but of course, was ignored. Could have been the accent, could have been the fact he had male genitalia between his legs. Either way, Alexis wasn't amused with the service. Why? Because she has grown into some what of a softy. The bartender's gaze found her porcelain face and with a smile and a nod, he gave her the go to order. "Two glasses of Wata." and with ease, he whipped out two glasses and poured her order. So as previously asked, it was clear it was due to his male genitalia, because he was fine with her accent. She had caught the glance of the fellow sitting beside her and her emerald eyes shifted, making it prominent that her attention was now his. A small hand grasped one of the condensation slicked glasses and she slid it atop the surface of the counter towards the stranger. "You have a cane, mate? I was gonna as for a dance, but that might be a little difficult..." she wasn't meaning to be rude, she was just making conversation with a mix of making a move on him. Her tone was happy so it would be evident enough she wasn't picking a fight. Her fingers glided across the surface of her wet cup before grabbing onto it and pulling it closer to her plump lips.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 20, 2010 19:14:02 GMT -8
Still Got It? "Two glasses of Wata." the voice perked up in the curious Australian accent. Perhaps a bit rudely, the German was stared at her as she sat down before turning again to face forward. Seemed the bartender was on fire tonight-
She caught his glance.
Now things were interesting.
Slowly realizing what was occurring, the German's face grew into slow but solidified smile, raising his right brow, before turning to her without a squeak of his chair, his hand gently flexing the rest of his arm to turn himself to look at her from an angle.
His right hand shot out naturally as if by response to grab the little glass of water, still staring at the girl with his one eye in a state of curiosity and fascination."You have a cane, mate? I was gonna as for a dance, but that might be a little difficult..." she began."Vell, it certainly isn't for ze compensation," he laughed quietly in a low, slightly rough baritone
Green eyes.
Sharp, energetic, green eyes.
Emily, Gabriel, and so many others. And yet they were all different. Hers played with the music without moving, the excitement that tended to be stored up, the life and personality that only just began to emerge if one could only observe it long enough to notice.
He smiled, nodding once."Danke, by ze way. You can call me Jon, Miss...?" cuing her with a prompt of introductory, while his hand slowly began to bring itself up to his mouth before... stopping.
For the time, this girl had all his attention on her.OOC Note: Sorry for the short, but hopefully it's still alright! Hopefully I'll have a chance t'give you another response, later tonight!
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Post by Alexis Seran on Jan 21, 2010 0:31:50 GMT -8
Alexis smiled at his accent... sounded German... there wasn't many German people she had run into and she never really go to hear their accent... it was most definitely cute. Her eyes perked as he introduced himself and she leaned her chin in the pal of her hand looking up at him.
"And you can call me, Nicole." it was natural for her to lie.. not even second nature anymore... it was just who she was... and at least this one wouldn't even be considered a lie. The raven haired girl simply stated that was what he could call her. This was also the first time she had ever met the guy so it very may well be the last, so, telling a little white lie wasn't going to do anyone harm.
She sat up, not wanting to be rude and even shifting her bodies position. Lexi now had her legs face him and they were all the more close. She just liked to flirt and of course this was only the warm up... actually she just didn't consider this flirting yet.
"So if you don't need the cane I suppose it won't do you any harm in accompanying me to the dance floor?"
Her emerald hues glanced to everyone dancing in a vulgar demeanor; her wanting to be one of those people. She looked back at the boy with that same suggestive smile she had grown accustomed to. The way he spoke and carried himself... even the way he dressed told her he might not be one of those types of guys to dance with a girl like that on the floor. That may be a valid assumption, yet Alexis wasn't keen on giving up, that and the boy showed that he had full attention on her... so he must be somewhat intrigued.
She would wait until the boy agreed or rejected, but if he so chose to dance with her; she would get up from that bar stool and follow him out to the crowd. If he chose not to she was just going to have to sit and have a conversation until she could get him to loosen up.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jan 25, 2010 18:08:16 GMT -8
"Take Away This Drawl And Cane...~" "And you can call me, Nicole." she said leaning closer to him, smiling. Noting her name in his mind without even a second thought to the fact that she might be lying to him---or did that really matter to him at all?
He took a sip---no, he almost drained the shot of water completely before resting the edge of his forearm onto the bar table, glass still in hand, as he eyed her, and she sat herself up, turning to basically face him completely. With a simple tug of his left foot to the ground, he shared with her the same... courtesy."Pleazure..." all smiles, as he tilted his head to the left side ever so slightly... enough for the hair to draw away from his eye-patch and draw a smidgen of attention to it, possibly to see if she'd remain stoic or if she'd react slightly. Testing the waters of her personality on a subconscious level."So if you don't need the cane I suppose it won't do you any harm in accompanying me to the dance floor?""Nein. Not at all."...It appeared there was a miscommunication that occurred. He had gone off to make a subtle penis joke and she'd taken it for the fact that he could still dance---though that was very much the case. Probably the loud music and dancing---to which Nicole's eyes were slowly wandering towards. Several years had passed since he'd danced like that when Public High School #259 somehow arranged for a gala of sorts, setting up this huge cruise ship for a masquerade dance.
A girl in a black dress.
The scent of her hair.
The girl he wanted off with some other guy...
...Nostalgia was definitely doing its part. Still, from the way he adjusted himself with the simple push of a foot to look out towards the dance floor, it was as if nothing was going on behind his eye.
A night to give to the feelings of flesh. Every night in almost every club was dedicated to such acts.
Subtly pouring the small amount of water on his right knee as he got up while trying not to draw attention to it, he'd put the glass down behind him, keeping his body forward before extending his hand to her, crafting a curious, rather calm smile to his face as his eye played at hers with various means of hidden intent now---or not so hidden."Shall we?~"No, the way he held himself didn't fully fit the description of their surroundings. The way he extended his hand, looked back at her, smiled, eyed her... almost as if it were a gentlemen at a ball asking a lady for her hand as opposed to a teenager ready to get his body up and pumping next to another and to slip each other into a fog of sensations.
If the girl took his rather large hand as she may have predetermined for herself, he'd slowly lead her into the crowd, keeping in pace with her. If she took notice of the strangeness that went on and hesitated, he'd wait and would respond accordingly.
Only then, if she took his hand, would a transformation would occur almost immediately, and his eye would fill with the wickedness of the room, before smiling with "all his intent bare for her to claw into." Teeth flashing into an almost sinister grin as he'd attempt to draw her close to him with a sudden pull to begin "dancing." There would be no further words said for the moment---however long that moment was.
...And with that his cover would be complete, the sudden layer of ice hardening over his knee from the previously "spilled" drink.
Nicole may have had "all of his focus on her" but he still had other things to do tonight, before it was over.
Much, much more.~
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Post by Alexis Seran on Jan 27, 2010 2:37:08 GMT -8
(OOC: lol penis joke...Of course I got it after you mentioned it ><")
He tilted his head, revealing a eye patch. Now, normally one would do something like stare at it; though, with Alexis it was different. The girl had seen a lot... Gabriel had a robotic arm... And yeah.. she had seen other stuff that was a bit more unusual than an eye patch. If anything the only thing that bugged her was how it happened, but anybody would be curious as to what kind of battle story was behind such a scar.
That didn't catch her off guard, but the way he presented himself sure did.
The way he offered his hand was rather regal and didn't seem like an average day boy would act. Even Gabriel had his moments where he had not any manners like this; when they first met was a good example of the side that opposes his cavalry.
She got up and accompanied him out to the dance floor. When they got to the crowd his smile looked nothing too sincere and somewhat creepy... Though she set aside anyway 'cause she tended to be dumb sometimes... She got close, but when her leg bumped against his, she felt something that seemed rather off-beat.
Her emerald hues traced down his well-dressed figure and down to his leg to see the "spilled" drink. Again her attention shot from that to his face as her eyebrow cocked in a puzzling matter. She didn't know if he noticed.... but she sure did.
"Um... what happened?" her head titled, gesturing to his leg... Yeah she was confused..
(OOC:...I think thats what you were getting at..sorry I'm a little confused myself... I can modify post if I did something wrong. I'm not the brightest cookie....and that obviously proves my point if I think cookies glow...)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 1, 2010 17:12:32 GMT -8
OOC: XD No need to edit. And there's no set mannerism that this thread is supposed to go that can't be flowed/rolled with. Post on---and sorry for taking so long. ^_^;;;Iced Knee *Bump*"Um... what happened?"His feeling in his knee was a bit numb right now, aside from the dulled pain from even using his knee at all in mannerisms it probably would never be suited for again without rather intensive surgery. "Jon" kept on smiling, seemingly ignoring the question for the moment while his hands worked their way up her sides---ever so lightly."You asked me to dance und I complied," he'd say simply, quietly, leaning his upper body in closer to hers so that he could lean forward with his neck a little more easily, before taking his hands to forward before pumping his hands up in the air, towards her, while pumping his feet and knees to the music, all the while bringing his body closer to hers.
He'd leave it up to Nicole to fit the pieces together. His Qi surged to his knee, a little stronger, making his knee a little colder, but warm enough so that he could still bend it. All the same, he could probably only do this for fifteen minutes before he'd have to take a break. And having been so long from dancing like "this" fought against a bit of what the German felt, though he did his best to act the part.
However... if Nicole showed him up a move or two, he might comply with a few of his own. "Jon" was a fast learner, after all.
A very fast learner.~
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Post by Alexis Seran on Feb 3, 2010 20:57:47 GMT -8
She looked up at him with a questioning expression.. though after he didn't mention the cold sensation from his knee.. she just ignored it. Why would someone decide to let something so weird slide? Well, considering the school she was currently going to along with the previous schools she had attended in the past... a lot of weird shit happened. Alexis just assumed it was the reason for the cane.
What ever...
She felt his hands move up her sides as her own hooked around to the nape of his neck and the other slid to the small of his back. Her body pressed to his and she let her hips sway to the music. While dancing, she would turn away from him, now her back would be pressed to his front.
Her hand would grab his and she would let him put them where he wished as her mind wondered. Her eyes would close as she was thinking of him. She couldn't go out to a club or even go to a coffee shop to talk to a boy without having Gabriel on her mind. This was now how she behaved before she and Gabriel were together. He changed her... but was it a positive or negative change?
Would Jon be enough of a distraction?
(OOC: woooow sorry so short)
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