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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 27, 2010 21:50:36 GMT -8
Weeks had been spent planning this, ever since Mathew returned to Long Beach he knew that he had to throw a party. Get the movers and the shakers together in one room. Reacquaint himself with the city and who the important people were. There were a few ways to do this but from his experience there were few ways to get a crowd to gather like a party. And so it was that he was planning a party, he still had some contacts in the city that he could use to get everything set up. An old one story office building was going to be his setting. Thanks to his men and money the place was revamped with the windows boarded up, with paint telling people to beware and run for their lives in red paint. Very festive he thought, make it a little creepy since it was a Halloween party. A bouncer would be out front, a large black man named Harold who was as tough as he was professional. He would make sure those under the age of 21 would be wearing bracelets, and anyone that couldn't even come up with a fake id saying they were 18 wouldn't be let in. He wanted important people, not the rifraff. To generate interest he had people spread the word, gossiping as well as placing flyers in known hotspots for the type of people he wanted to attract. The flyers were simple. They told anyone that looked at them that there would be a Halloween Bash at this location from 8PM-3AM, with a $10 entry fee, and that Formal Attire or Costumes are mandatory. He figured it was only prudent to charge since he was spending so much money setting things up with music and lights, a stage for the DJ to play music and take requests. Fog machines and the floor redone to be a dance floor. But most importantly, if you charged to get in it becomes more appealing, you are no longer giving something away but selling it. Giving it value, and he wanted people to put Value on it. "Is everything ready?" He asked on the phone, nodding along at the reassurances that everything he planned for would be ready on time. Once he was satisfied he would end the call and send another text to a different person letting them know that everything was on time and on schedule. Running his hand through his hair he would look at his cell phone to look at the time, it was time for him to get ready. It was later that night and Mathew was in full costume, leather clothing clinging to his body, a bald cap stretched over his head with makeup hiding the lining of the cap. A Gas Mask he bought in the military surplus store fastened to his head. It was tight and when he put his hand in front of the filter he wasn't able to breath. So it was still in good condition, if loud to breath in. For him at least. All in all he thought he made a decent Psycho Mantis. Though it took some getting used to wearing the mask, his vision was cut and for a while it felt like he had to exaggerate looking at things, but after a while he forgot he was doing it and it all just seemed natural. Come eight o'clock people were already lining up to get in, the building was dark on the inside, fog machines going kicking out a rolling fog that obscured the dance floor. Strobe lights overhead flashed as the DJ played the music. Mathew was already on the dance floor, dancing with one of the ladies that had arrived early. The best way to get a party going was to already be having fun when people got there in his mind, so that is just what he would do. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2010 23:18:47 GMT -8
So Kiyoshi wasn’t the animal he was when on drugs but that didn’t mean when Halloween came around he couldn’t go out and have a ball. After cleaning up, the young Japanese man got out his attire for the evening’s festivities. On a night that needed either a costume or formal attire, he had decided to go with an outfit that was a mixture of both really and something that he might wear another day other than Halloween. First was the deep indigo colored dress shirt that was well kept to keep that ‘high fashion’ look to it. Then it was the rest of the suit that was reminiscent of the style that mobster’s wore during the 1920’s in cities like Chicago and New York, black with the same deep indigo for the stripes, which was a departure from the white that had been common. He tied his black tie, tightening it so that it was snuggly in place before putting on the jacket, which was a double breasted style. A fedora with the same deep indigo color for the band and matching spats to complete the outfit and Kiyoshi was ready to rock.
It was a relatively short taxi ride before Kiyoshi arrived on sight with a newly purchased lionhead cane in hand. Half pimp… half mobster… all fine. Now the reason for the taxi, he may be planning to have a few and there was no way he would be riding his motorcycle even sober with this suit on. With a small little strut Kiyoshi got himself in line and followed the queue until it was finally his time to pay the entry fee. Harold took the money and ID before slapping a nice little wrist band on him and finally letting him make his way inside.
A great big smile came to his face at the sight of the fog machines and strobe lights and the sound of music blaring from the sound system, it was good to cut loose after all his plotting the past few weeks. Kiyoshi discreetly removed the little band that designated him as underage and discarded it. One advantage of being Asian was the fact that it was difficult for many to tell how old you were from your looks. Besides, he currently wasn’t planning on getting completely smashed in any way, shape, or form. But with that restriction gone, Kiyoshi started to strut his way through the growing crowd toward the place where the alcohol was being served. He grabbed himself one quick shot of Vodka and made his way back toward the dance floor.
Now it was time to pick out his pray…
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Post by Vetis on Oct 28, 2010 4:11:52 GMT -8
TYpically most people dind invite him to parties... it made him a sad panda. But for whatever reason Matt had taken a liking to him and chose to let him attend his shindig. Vetis had gotten everything he would need for a nice Vega costume and as such was hoping that most people wouldnt cower in fear from the man behind the mask.
Still not being one for to much social interaction he would post up on a wall and wait around for something to catch his interests.
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Oct 28, 2010 7:20:42 GMT -8
Earlier that night
Roth burst through the doors of the Jungle Cat strip club. It was Halloween night and Roth was ready to party. Given he was already at a nice party scene it was only filled with Gothic strippers men from the young drugged up loonies to the old rich men with a fetish.
He wanted something more, something fresh. Roth looked all through the strip club looking for his partner in crime, Marcus 'The Truth' Killings. It didn't take Roth long to find the lean black local celebrity, not long at all. He was the only black guy there.
"Yo Marcus!"
"What up crakah. What you got there?"
In Roth's arms were two high quality costumes that were express shipped from Tokyo to Long Beach. Roth's costume was the epic of all epic, the ayatollah of dragon-zordah, the original Green Power Ranger. In his other arm was a similar costume. Though this one was a tad racist. Roth would make Marcus be the original Black Power Ranger.
"Were going out tonight. Get dressed and meet me in the car in 10 minutes!"
Roth threw the costume to Marcus who was sitting at a booth with a shot of the Jack. Marcus looked down, then over to Roth. No words were said but it was clear Marcus was piiissseeedddd!
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At the front door
The two original Power Rangers were standing outside the one story former office building. Behind a small line of other costumed persona's Roth and Marcus were waiting to get inside. Slowly the line moved. Now came the problem of drinking. Roth was already an awesome drinker at 19. He was Irish, it was in his blood. Marcus was 21 so that wasn't a problem. Marcus got let it, now it was Roth's turn.
"You got I.D.?"
"Right 'ere"
The large black bouncer looked down on Roth who passed his a fake I.D.
"This is fake you mother fucker."
Marcus jumped on the situation. Marcus knew everybody. Plus he had a great amount of cash flow...and he was black. They were brothahs.
"Yo man, you know who I am. I'm Marcus Killings. Now you gunna be a bitch or let my brothah in?"
The bartender looked at Marcus, then at Roth (both of whom currently had their helmets off).
"Two hundred."
"Two hundred!? I'll give you one hundred and a free dance at the Jungle Cat, how bout that?"
Harold looked from Marcus, and then to Roth.
"Get yo white ass in there."
Roth and Marcus bro fisted and walked in the front door. The place was already pretty packed and now Marcus and Roth could get their drink, and their freak on.
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Post by Kenin Katashi on Oct 28, 2010 7:59:59 GMT -8
~Before the Party~
"I need a black ranger suit, someone told me you had one," Kenin said, standing in line and waiting for his costume .
"Sorry sir, we actually sold that costume."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me, do you have any other rangers? How about red?"
"Sold it."
"Green?"
"Sold it....."
".... Blue?"
"Sold it."
"Okay to make this easy, tell me what you DO have, what could I be that's a power ranger, and none of that new shit either, the original power rangers. What do you have of that?"
"Y.... yellow ranger...."
"RACIST SON OF A BITCH!" A beating soon followed, as well as the acceptance of the yellow ranger costume. Which... happened to be a few sizes small, so Kenin had to get it adjusted before the party. Once it was however, he still didn't want to wear it. I mean, it was a chick's costume! He wasn't a fucking chick! Oh well, life goes on.
~At the Party~
"Whoa, tall ass yellow ranger, you must be an amazon woman or something, come here baby I may not be Fred Flinstone but I could make your bedro-- HOLY FUCK YOUR A GUY!" Kenin took the helmet off halfway through the pickup line. The guy at the door simply stared in amazement, he seemed too shocked to ask for ID so Kenin simply walked in. He was already pretty hammered anyway, well as hammered as he could get. He needed the liquid courage just to walk through the front door.
He made his way around to see if anyone he knew was here but decided to just hang out until he saw some cute chicks or something. The yellow ranger outfit made it a challenge but he was down for the added difficulty.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 28, 2010 10:04:48 GMT -8
Kazuya unstrapped the blade he always wore around his waist, swapping it for another blade. He then pulled on his costume and buckled the belt around his waist, complete with the morpher on the front as the buckle, and a replica blaster in the holster on the left side of his waist. The Super Sentai series had been Kazuya's favorite show when he was a kid, and the series was still rather popular in Japan. However, no one in the USA would know about the Super Sentai series, so instead of going as one, he decided to go as the adapted version of the series, Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, specifically, as the Red Power Ranger. Cradling the helmet underneath his arm, Kazuya checked to make sure he had everything, and walked out of his room, heading to the location on the flyer Takuya had given him. - At the Party - Kazuya stood in line, his helmet tucked underneath his arm. Reaching the front of the line, Kazuya held his ID up wordlessly, as the guy at the door stared at the blaster and blade Kazuya had slung around his waist. "... You sure a kid like you should be packin' that much heat?" "... Yes." "... Whatever. S'long as I don't get no trouble or grief from the boss or nothin'..." After Kazuya ponied up the entrance fee, the guy let him in, as Kazuya headed in, the loud music and strobe lights greeting him as he looked around, trying to see if he recognized anyone. So far, that was a bust. Making his way through the crowd already on the dance floor, he reached the bar and decided to be a wallflower for now, he wasn't really the dancing type. |
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 28, 2010 12:35:34 GMT -8
Honestly, the Czech couldn't recall where he had seen the flyer for the party tonight. Anyways, nothing was really stopping him from going as he had already picked out a costume for the evening. Many people have told Veyugan in the past few years he had a striking resemblance to Spock from Star Trek. Now, Veyugan hadn't seen any of the old Star Trek ... whatever they were, episodes or movies? Regardless, he had seen the movie released in 2009 dubbed Star Trek, and enjoyed the movie. However, he still wasn't sure he could pull off the Spock look. To him, he just didn't see the resemblance. What the hell. Veyugan had went out the day before looking for a Spock costume, and honestly it wasn't too hard to find. Everywhere, places had tacky Star Trek costumes, but nothing really seemed to catch his attention. He had been out for a while in Long Beach looking before he had came upon a Halloween Costume store that was packed with people. Soon enough, he saw why. The costumes inside were of quality material, albeit expensive. With the help of an overjoyed employee, Veyugan found the costume he had wanted. They even styled his hair and eyebrows, and applied fake ears - at a cost. So, finally finding his costume, Veyugan was ready to head out to the party. Having the address memorized, and being familiar with the city, finding the place wasn't hard at all. It seemed that the party was just starting because as he approached, music started blaring from the one story complex. His feet carried him to the front where he gave a ten dollar bill to the bouncer, and showed him his ID. Seeing as the Czech was 21, he didn't have to wear those horrid wrist bands the bouncer was giving out. Also - that meant alcohol. Veyugan loved alcohol. Feeling a little ... thirsty. He hadn't noticed one person yet as his mind was fixated on getting some Jack into his system. As he reached the bar, he rapped against the wood to get the bartender's attention. "Glass of Jack, straight."[/color][/font] A truly odd request - usually one asked for a shot or a mixed glass of Jack and some type of soda. Well, Jack was like water to the Czech, and he was thirsty. After receiving his drink, he would turn, leaning back and placing his back against the bar. Both elbows were placed upon the bar behind him, and his eyes began to drink in the sights of the party as his body began to drink in the Jack. |
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 28, 2010 19:08:42 GMT -8
It wasn’t like she was new to Long Beach so the hype about the Halloween party had reached her ears, grabbing her attention and if it meant anything to her, it meant an opportunity. Jayla had, had absolutely no problem arriving by herself dressed like the star of an eighties cartoon, Jem. It was a little to brisk for the pink off the shoulder dress but the discomfort had only been temporary, because once she was through the door and past the bouncer, a bracelet broadcasting her underage status – she had warmed right up. Her long bare legs were punctuated with bright but cute pink heels, and her temporarily blond and pink hair (thanks to the awesome wig she had found - no way she was going to sacrifice her natural hair color for the sake of a Halloween get up) stood enough well enough, along with the flashy make up. There was a lot to take in, but her eyes adjusted quickly enough to the low lighting, and the strobes that broke through the low rolling fog in seizure inducing flashes. There was already an interesting mix of faces to take in – some silly some creepy, others unique and the majority of them being interesting. She was pretty sure had spied a couple Power Rangers already… That aside, it didn’t bother her that she wouldn’t be able to drink tonight, in fact she wouldn’t have in the first place – sobriety was always a good thing in unfamiliar situations. Jayla didn’t see anyone she immediately knew so she didn’t stop to try and find someone recognizable in the quickly forming mass of bodies. In fact she didn’t even know who it was that was throwing the celebration or why for that matter. Instead, sooner rather then later she found herself in the middle of what she supposed was the dance floor, the music that was playing enough to draw her there with little reservation. It was a little hard to tell, when she was in the mix of the things, who she might have been up against, or when they might have slipped in behind her– moving with the music. There was a slight curve to her lips bringing the expression to a small grin. Jayla couldn’t really place his costume for the life of her in the dim setting, but did catch a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the gas mask(?) he was wearing when she tipped her head to the side. Not pausing or worried over her faceless dance partner, Jayla’s hand crept up and curled around the back of his neck, the back of her shoulders pressed right into the guys’ chest, molded nearly seamlessly along the length of him. The pounding bass from the sound system left little room for making verbal small talk so instead she arched the small of her back and rolled her hips, thanks to the encouragement from the lyrics of the song. She was having fun, but it wouldn’t take long before she would want to sit down, have a drink…see what could come of a game of poker. With as much liquor as she saw flowing, it would be amusing, that much was for sure. |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 28, 2010 19:36:26 GMT -8
Mathew didn't know the girl he was dancing with, but he did know the costume thanks to a song by Freezepop. The main character from an 80's cartoon aimed at girls. Not as cool as Thundercats or Transformers of course, but it wasn't bad looking on her. To Mathew that was the only thing that mattered in the end. It was a party and she was hot and apparently willing by the way she arched her body and moved her hand behind his neck. Pressing her body in to him. Mathew's arm would move around her on to her stomach as he danced to the music, his hand moving slowly up her body, before back down. Testing her tolerance in both directions teasingly. As the song started to end Mathew's hand would move up to cop a feel, a grin hidden behind his gas mask. He loved parties. He loved them so much. Halloween parties were made all the better by women wearing slutty clothing and letting loose for an evening. Soon though the next song would start and Mathew would move his hand, still grinning and turn the girl to face him before dancing. This time he would keep his body away from hers a short distance as he grooved to the beat of the song. One of his personal favorites for the Halloween season. He wouldn't say anything to the girl though, not yet wanting to keep it mysterious for now at least, though if she decided to try and start up a conversation in the middle of the dance floor he would probably have to reply or risk looking like a giant douche and possibly ruin his chances of getting some for the night. |
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Post by Orion on Oct 28, 2010 19:56:27 GMT -8
"I'm telling you kid, your not getting in."
A glowing boy set up in military gear sighed irritably.
"Tell you what. If I manage to knock you on your ass, will you let me in?"
The bouncer snorted.
"Yeah, sure, right, if you can pull it off you can go in. Like a little kid like you can pull that off..."
The bouncer blinked as the kid suddenly whipped out two bottles of Everclear.
"... Where'd you get those?"
For his credit, the glowing kid didn't even blink.
"Ebay. Now, what do you think people will say if a kid beats you in a drinking contest?"
The bouncer was about to respond, when he heard the drinking contest remark.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Only if your not chicken."
-1 bottle of everclear each later-
"That was way too easy..."
After downing the bottle, the bouncer got so drunk that Orion just punched him in the face and he was on his ass. Walking in Orion looked around.
Impressive.
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Oct 28, 2010 20:28:41 GMT -8
Of all the times to enter  So Jayr had pretty much picked out two outfits for tonight. Seeing as the flyer had said formal or costume she was left at that indecisive juncture. Laid out before her on her bed was a short pink dress that had to be one of her favorites for otherwise formal occasions. And beside it was superwoman. Pondering it over Jayr tried them each on one after the other until they'd been worn three or four times eventually coming to the point where she had a pink skirt flowing from beneath the spandex.
A slight blush giving it up and picking the superwoman attire. Her decision based solely on the fact that this was Halloween and it was only once a year whereas she could still plan a homecoming or even winter formal dance later in the upcoming weeks. A giddy smile riling through her system as she jumped into action writing it down in her notebook.
Lasso of truth at her side Jayr embarked readily busting into the place through the front door. A quick look around before realizing, the ghost busters song was on. How awkward. Jayr would smile at her own dismay taking a sidestep to the right trying to stay out of the limelight of attention and maybe bump into a familiar face. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2010 23:07:38 GMT -8
Scanning…
Scanning…
BINGO!!! Kiyoshi spied his target for the first part of this party, no sense in trying to plan out of the rest of what was going to happen. The moment could not have been better… UNTIL THE GHOSTBUSTERS THEME CAME ON!!! HELL YEAH!!! Perhaps the largest, happiest, and goofiest grin of his life formed on Kiyoshi’s face as he gave the cane a quick twirl before starting his strut across toward his target. He made sure to keep his fedora pulled down to hide his face, and grin, from the target as surprised was just another part of the game. After the final few steps, Kiyoshi can to a pause in front of his target with his head turned downward slightly to assist in hiding his face as he stood there with his feet shoulder width apart and the cane placed in front of him with both hands resting on it.
“Superwoman, huh?... If anyone could pull it off, it would be you … Jayr.”
Slowly the Japanese male tilted his head upward until he was staring at her from just under the brim of his hat in a ‘here’s looking at you, kid’ manner. The grin was still plastered to his face as he took a last step forward while extending a hand with a half-bow to the wallflower. It was borderline unacceptable to be sitting out such a classic song, maybe even a party foul. Besides it didn’t matter how silly or goofy someone looked or felt because it was all about having some fun, maybe laughing at yourself a little bit. Kiyoshi tilted his head up slightly from his offering bow.
“Might I have this dance m’lady?”
It figured just as well that Kiyoshi ask in a proper manner, not that he would take no for an answer. How about that for odd though? Superwoman being asked to dance by a Japanese half mobster/half pimp... XD. So when, not if cause it was happening, Jayr took his hand they would be headed out to the dance floor to bust a move to Ghostbusters…
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Post by Jayla Herrera on Oct 29, 2010 6:22:04 GMT -8
Jayla hadn’t minded the wandering hands, she had been inviting it after all so it wasn’t to much of a shocker when she felt purposeful touch - and while she wasn’t acting indecently, it was a party. It was all about having a good time. So she figured there was no harm in going with it for the time being, seeing as how if she really had a problem with him, all she would have to do was walk off. The grope that the stranger got in – while it made her stiffen on instinct wasn’t disconcerting enough to make her stop dancing, she did breath out a noise of mild disbelief for his bold move and shook her head – she also couldn’t say that was some of the worst that was going on amongst other couples.
She was pretty sure there was a couple dry humping not to far away. However before she could set some distance or boundaries in some way the music was changing and she felt herself being turned around, space being put between them. It instantly changed the mood and vibe entirely, and Jayla found herself laughing silently, but moved right along, pulling out her best eighties moves, which…weren’t many. But hey, she had seen Breakin’ once, and that movie had been all about the dancing back in the day. It didn’t matter that she might have been making a complete ass of herself, so were a lot of people.
Lifting her arms she rested them atop his shoulders as they moved it and she found now that she was facing him, she still couldn’t figure out what or who he was. Jayla would save herself the embarrassment and not bother to ask, not like they were doing a whole lot of conversing at the moment. She would have loved to see what was under the mask though; see if he looked as good as he moved.
Nonetheless, as good of a dance partner as he was she could tell already this was going to be a long night, and after those couple of spirited songs, Jayla wanted to pace herself. Still not seeing the point in trying to talk, but not want to be misconstrued as snubbing him she leaned in, brushing her lips where his ear was and got out only a couple words, “need a drink.”
After that she dropped her arms and danced back, laughing – this time out loud, putting some more distance between them, but found the somewhat congested mass kept her from going really far. Shimmying past a few people she was stopped once or twice and made to pick back up the shaking. Whether or not he followed didn’t concern her (after all if he wanted to keep on going he could, she wouldn't be offended, he wasn’t the one wearing heels)– they would undoubtedly run back into each other anyways. Finally Jayla broke through the thick of things and it didn’t take long to get to the bar. Leaning on it, when she found a space to do so, she sighed then caught the busy bartenders attention, “hey! Cranberry juice, please.”
Despite being a relatively confident person, or rather easy going, the non-alcoholic request got some attention, a few odd looks, and she ducked her chin resisting the urge to bend her elbow so she could lift a hand to her face.
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Oct 29, 2010 7:00:21 GMT -8
The green and black rangers were sitting at the bar doing what they always did. Getting shit faced. Roth was Irish, the game of drink was in his blood. That was another thing Roth missed about Boston; Samuel Adams: Octoberfest. Of curse not much of that got out to California.
Roth looked to his side as he watched a girl with a wrist band on order up a cranberry juice. Roth also enjoyed that drink. Even more so when doused in alcohol. Taking a scene out of The Departed, Roth turned to the girl.
"Cranberry juice? You on your period or something?"
Roth and Marcus both laughed and knocked their shot glasses together, Both men downed their Gentleman Jack happily. Of course drinking was always fun, now it was time to party. Raise the roof, set it on fire, and let it burn in this disco inferno. HE would wait until either the girl reacted, or the ghost busters theme to be over before heading up to the dance floor.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 29, 2010 11:52:19 GMT -8
Brown eyes continued to wash over the dance floor now thick with people. After a few moments, he noticed Kiyoshi a little off to the side talking to someone - he couldn't tell in the light. The Asian boy's back was to the Czech, so he would wait for him to finish up whatever he was doing before he'd go talk to him.
Slowly, the thought that he shouldn't have came started to seep in, as he didn't know anyone in this town so far - bar one. People that he had known those few years ago ... the Czech wasn't sure they were still around. Chances are, they weren't. It was a pity.
The glass of Jack was raised to Veyugan's lips as he paused to take in the aroma of the amber colored liquor. Warmth rushed over the Czech as he allowed a fourth of the glass to pour into his stomach. Still, no sensation whatsoever. Even with an open bar; it was doubtful Veyugan could get drunk tonight.
'Is that ...'[/color]
The hair on the back of Veyugan's neck rose slightly and brown eyes widened at the sight of the man propped against the wall. It had only been a brief glimpse, as now the man's body was blocked by dancers. But the Czech had seen him. It was a face that was hard to miss and hard to forget.
Without instructing them to - Veyugan's legs were carrying him across the dancefloor - through the crowd of people. Absolutely no mind was paid to the people he ran into or knocked over. He couldn't help it; not when his mind took over, and when he possessed a frame that towered over the majority of people he saw or knew. So, like a hot knife through butter the Czech made his way through, and stopped in front of the man who appeared to be the man he had known from so long ago. The man that had gave a helping hand into crafting who Veyugan was today. The leader of a great gang that existed several years ago. The original Reign of Blood leader ...
"Vetis...?"[/font][/color]
Uncertainty in his voice - Veyugan still wasn't absolutely sure it was him as he was wearing a cute little mask. But the frame, and the attitude said different. Also ... The Czech just had a feeling. The same feeling right after he had been inducted into the gang by Vetis himself.
His trademark smirk spread across his lips as his eyes drank in the sight of the man who rested coolly against the wall behind him.
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