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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:56 am
 the large dance floor that's full of people but there's always room for more party people. the music playing here is electronic music to dance to. also you get free glow sticks at the front desk and every other hour they turn off all the lights except the strobe lights and laser lights.  there are 3 little lounging spots like this for people to sit and watch people dance or just cause you need a break from dancing. also waitresses come to you and offer drinks of your choice to you here.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:58 am
 Izaya entered the club with his sunglasses on and put some wrist glow sticks and a necklace one on and sat down at a lounge chair and ordered a vodka and sat there listening to the music just relaxing with his sword beside his chair.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:05 pm
†Divinity †A slender figure slipped effortlessly and silently into the club, made into a mere darkenned silhouette. Normally the innocent-seeming, pretty-faced girl would have thought twice about entering such a noisy, crowded place. Normally she would have avoided it by going anywhere else, anywhere that was secluded and quiet. But today wasn't quite a normal day for her, caused by the fact that she didn't exactly feel.....herself. As much as she tried to blend in with her surroundings and remain conspicuous, the job wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. Divinty was surrounded by a mass of sequin-clad, tan blondes dancing. But she, on the other hand, was dressed in an old-fashionned gothic style red cloak, her skin being smooth and pale like the color of ivory. Her length of silky black hair had an odd, perhaps even exotic and elusive contrast against skin so pale. But Divinity knew that the weirdest thing about her were her eyes--an almost sickening blood-like crimson color that would have been even more unappealing if it weren't for the fact that she made them almost look like rubies.
But tonight, Divinity wasn't in the club for the party-like atmosphere. The other half of her normally pure heart was overtaken by the uncontrollable dark half that longed to see blood shed and took pleasure when it actually was, if the blood was shed by the blade of her own sword--or dagger, in her case. But this other half of her heart was beyond her control....Divinity couldn't quite control it whenever it took over. But in the very least, it helped with her line of work as an assassin. Divinity knew there would be no point in killing if it was just for passion--but if it was killing for passion and money then that would make a difference. Her customer had described Divinity's next to-be victim as a dark-haired male with brown eyes. She thought it was funny how reality worked out sometimes. Divinity's customer had actually been an insane ex-girlfriend who wanted the boyfriend who dumped her dead--Divinity assumed the ex-boyfriend was the dark-haired male making a statement of himself in the corner of the club by flirting with numerous girls.
She slipped effortlessly through club and bright strobe lights, winding her way through the crowds without brushing against anyone and being literally soundless, her red eyes locked on her next victim in a feral manner as if she were a predator about to lunge for her prey and take it by the throat. Her gaze flickered to the side as she saw a sword beside a chair at the bar, and the other male with sunglasses drinking vodka. Another assassin or somone, perhaps? Divinity wondered to herself before focusing on her target again. She was aware that she couldn't just come out of nowhere and kill them, but play by a well-executed plan. Divinity's victim seemed like quite a lady's man or someone along that line, given it looked like he was drunk and was flirting with a sea of blondes by the edge of the dance floor. Divinity wasn't vain, yet she was still aware that she could perhaps easily stand out from all the other girls. Even if her skin was pale her eyes ruby-red, the features of Divinity's refined face were not only innocent and flawless, but pretty, her figure also being slender and well-proportionned. If she somehow got her victim alone, then she could move in for the kill.
Divinity paused when she reached all the girl's crowding around her victim, sending them a sharp, icy glare from her red eyes that was enough to make them back away. Her dark-haired victim merely slurred a "hello", for it seemed he was having trouble focusing from how many beers he must have had. "Hello there," Divinity purred softly in return, her soft soprano passing through her rosy lips effortlessly as a sweet-seeming smile graced across her innocent face. Without another word, Divinity took her victim's hand and lead him outside the club, which was fairly easily considering he complied without question minus how he stumbled with each step. She was aware that he probably thought she was taking him to some spot to kiss and cuddle and such....which she wasn't. The dark-haired male slurred a "where are we?" as Divinity yanked him down an alley rather than a hotel as he had probably suspected. Although Divinity did not reply, as her angelic smile faded and morphed her entire face to hold that of a sinister smirk. The girl pulled out a knife, the jagged blade gleaming silver underneath the streetlights. It wasn't long before she plunged it into her victim's neck, enjoying the cutting feeling that shuddered through the blade as it sliced through sinews and tendons, cutting into the main vein and result in a spill of warm, crimson blood atop the pavement.
But all Divinity did after that was yank the blade back out, a soft soprano giggle passing through her lips. She whipped back around after rinsing the victim's neck with water to erase the evidence and blood, quickly managing to stuff his corpse into a dumpster before slipping back into the club. Divinity headed over to the bar, the self-satisfied smirk still placed across her angelic face as she flipped her long locks of silken black hair over one shoulder and placed the bloody knife on the bar table. The bartender gave the bloody dagger an odd stare, and then looked back up at her, probably thinking she was some goth wannabe with the cloak she wore over her shoulders. "One beer please." Divinity ordered, her musical soprano voice sliding past her lips like honey. She giggled innocently and picked up the silver dagger, licking the blood off the side, being careful not to slice her tongue. She set it back down and glanced at the stranger next to her, the one she had seen with the sword beside hm on the ground, as if evaluating if she should try to perhaps socialize--somthing that she wasn't very good at.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:02 pm
Izaya stood at the bar waiting for his next bottle of vodka. he wasn't even drunk after he chuged down 2 bottles allready. he stood there with his sword in his belt at his side and some cash in his hand to pay for his bottle. then some strange girl he noticed walk in earlier stood next to him with a knife on the bar and a little bit of blood on her lips. his vodka came and he payed the man and then rested his back on the bar and his foor up agentst the bar and opend his bottle and took a drink before he said anything to her. "you enjoying the club miss?" he said to the girl before taking anouther drink. "my name is Izaya by the way." he said.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:05 pm
†Divinity † Divinity paused to take a quick swig of beer, admiring the bitter yet still slightly sweet taste that slipped past her lips. She finished her first beer rather quickly, and then proceeded to take a few more shots. Although Divinity wasn't drunk....not even close. She found that one of the benefits of her being some rare type of demon was that she could drink as much as she wanted without the average effects of being drunk or tipsy.....but the alcohol still held it's way of being somewhat of an anti-depressant. Divinity's gaze flickered in his direction when she heard him speaking to her, her eyes now an even brighter blood-red color underneath the flashes of strobe lights. Her long, baby-doll black eyelashes fluttered involuntarily before she responded to his question. "Well....this club....is rather loud. And crowded. I hadn't come here to exactly 'party' in the first place....I had some unfinished business that needed to be taken care of. But I've decided that since I'm here anyways, I might as well stay for a while and hang around the sidelines..." She responded smoothly in her soft soprano voice, each word slipping past her lips like honey. She was perfectly aware that she didn't exactly.....belong in a club, or anywhere for that matter. "And I'm Divinity. Now, if you don't mind me asking.....what's with the sword? You do fighting or somthing?" The girl added quickly, a gentle smirk tugging at the edges of her lips, making a fluent gesture with her hand to the sword she had seen next to him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 2:45 am
Izaya chugged down the rest of his vodka while listening to the girl. he set the empty bottle down and wiped his lips. "I figured there was something going on when you came in and dragged that guy out back and returned with a bloody knife. but hey its not my concern what happened to him." he said as he waved for another bottle. "and as for the noise if you don't like it there's all ways up stairs to my office its completely soundproof. no sound enters and no sound leaves." he said as he open his 4th bottle. "and about you question i never leave home with out it in this city. i don't remember much about my past but all i remember was waking up with allot of money and bullet in my head. and i don't mind betting the crap out of people who need the crap beaten out of them." he said starting on his 4th bottle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 6:47 pm
†Divinity † Divinity nodded at his words, thinking to herself that going somewhere soundproof seemed a lot better than actually leaving the club and having nothing to do other than wander the streets. She listenned to him, absentmindedly curling a wisp of silky black hair around her index finger. "Well...all I'm going to say is I didn't actually know him. I kind of knew him in a way I guess....not personally, but from the information a customer gave to me. Anyways, that customer wanted him dead and paid me a fair amount of money for it too. I guess you could say I'm in the killing industry, if that's even an industry at all.....an assassain, as some might say." She explained calmly, her soprano voice smooth and almost care-free if it wasn't for the uneven edge it always seemed to hold, like the faint whispering of the wind, but not quite. "And going into that soundproof room actually does sound nice." Divinity added, her normally soft soprano voice rising an octave higher to shout above the loud thuds of the music. She easily pushed herself off the stool she had been sitting on in one quick, invisible-seeming blurr of movement. Divinity glanced over her shoulder at him before speaking again. "So......about your past, do you have any idea who shot you? My past....I would tell you about it....but you probably wouldn't want to hear it all..." She said, half-mumbling and half-whispering her words as she turned her head to the side at the last sentence, her innocent-seeming face cast over with a dark layer of shadows from the angle of lighting. Divinity's red eyes darkenned faintly, as a swarm of memories passed through her, as if she were watching an entire black-and-white movie of her past that included everything--from the nice parts of it.....but mostly the violent parts, most of them filled with the soft spills of blood and tearing of flesh from when her own knife peirced the neck of a blood-related family member.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:03 pm
Ray walked in and sat down his magnum in his holster. He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 7:36 pm
Izaya litened to her and finished his vodka. "well i dont remember anything. but if you want to tell me your past you can. just follow me then." he said as he walked to a quiet corner with a steel door to some stair to the office above the club. he unlocked it and motioned for her to follow him up the stairs.
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:03 pm
 Divinity nodded, a few silk-like strands of her long black hair falling into her face, the darkness of it's color oddly contrasting against her ivory-pale skin and bright red eyes. She bit her lip lightly, wondering if it was best for her to really tell him or not. Divinity liked keeping her past to herself, considering that the last time she had told someone, they had run away thinking she was some sort of serial killer, which she was in a sense. She quietly followed behind him along towards the quiet corner up the stairs, walking in the same manner she always did---silent and graceful, with an odd feral, almost cat-like appeal. "Well.....my past is kind of...bloody. And complicated. And bloody." Divinity mumbled, finally making the choice to tell him anyways. "Well.....to begin with, I guess you should know that I'm a rare breed of demon if the red eyes don't already give it away. And I was the daughter of a wealthy demon lord who lead a powerful clan of the past--one of the strongest clans of that time, actually. It seems that demon clans aren't as common anymore. Oh well. I prefer having the freedom of being on my own these days rather than living in a clan like I used to." Divinity added with the shrug of her shoulder before continuing.
"Anyways, at that time I was still young, and my actual demon aurora didn't kick in until much later. With our breed of demon, we aren't actually full-fledged demons until we reach the age of around ten to twelve years old. Most of the demons in my clan had normal demonatic auroras--not particularly strong, but certainly not weak. My demon aurua ran stronger since the leader of our clan was my father, but with each generation of our type of demon created, the stronger the aurora runs in one's blood." She stopped talking for a moment, her red eyes growing deeper, as if foreshadowing the more dark part of her story. "Anyways...it wasn't long when my demon aurora kicked in. I...couldn't and didn't exactly learn how to control it. Whenever our demonatic auroras kick in, we feel urges to kill....no matter who it is, rather if it's a total stranger or somone close. But most people learn to control those killing urges. I didn't. And one day....well, it was my birthday, I was spending it on the beach, my favorite place to be at the time, with my family. But then....my demon aurora....it kicked in without warning. I went from being a sweet, giggly twelve year old to a red-eyed demon out for blood who mercelessly tore the blade of her own knife into the throats of her own parents and siblings. I ended up murdering my entire clan as well that day, not realizing what I was doing." Divinity's eyes grew into deep red pools of hatred--hatred directed only at herself, a mixture of fiery remorse and anger. Her innocent face grew cold to hold a stone-like composure of sadness, a certain sadness that gave away the tears she wouldn't allow to be shed. She would have continued on with the story, but chose not to, feeling it wasn't needed for her to describe to him the part of when she had emotionally felt the weakest in her life--the point where she had tried to kill herself and failed. "Anyways...I regret what I did. I had never meant to kill my loved ones. Ever. But now that I have this...passion for killing in my blood, I can't get rid of it...which probably explains why being an assassain is the most suitable type of job for me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 24, 2011 8:08 pm
Ray got his drink and chugged it and let out a sigh. He then lit a smoke and puffed then said "Huh I wonder how I haven't died from lung cancer or alcohol poisoning!" He then puffed the some more smoke and saw the two going up the stairs and shrugged his shoulders
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 5:48 pm
Izaya listened to her drinking his vodka and nodding at parts listening to her story. "well thats an interesting past. i wish i knew mine maybe it might explain mine. cause i to am some kind of demon." he said removeing his sunglasses showing his red eyes. "see i have a 2nd peronality and person completly within me and when he wants out he fights for it and when he is out i get shrouded in darkness and then out of the darkness come a whole different person who loves blood and killing and causeing ultimate chaos but he has a week side that i use to take back control." i said. we were both in the office siting on the chairs talking.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 5:23 pm
Divinity nodded, taking a small sip of her beer, the light liquid gleaming off her redenned lips in tiny droplets of golden. "A second personality? Thats kind of like what I have....although, my second personality seems to have taken over my nicer personality just a little bit..." She responded, her pale red eyes growing distant. "Anyways, the past is the past I guess. And I guess we're just gonna have to live with our second personalities wether we want to or not." Divinity added, along with a soft soprano, yet humorless chuckle.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 7:15 pm
"yea guess so." he said finishing his vodka and droping it in the can next to his chair. he got up and went to the large window looking over the club at everyone. then he walked over to his desk and opened his desk and grabed a red/black V.I.P card and walked over to Divinity and handed it to her. "here have this. its a V.I.P card to the club so you don't have to pay the entrance fee and you get 3 free drinks a day with it." he said with a small smile. he sat back down across from her.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2011 7:10 pm
"Thank you." Divinity said politely. She shrugged off her long red cloak, not really feeling the need for it since it's main purpous was to conserve her face from sight. Divinity was highly protective of herself these days, not wanting to be seen by others for the fear that someone might recognize her as the killer of a loved one and chase after her. She would never admit to her own fear though, not even to herself--she mainly saw it as being protective. Divinity knew that the card would help with her job, given that this club seemed to be one of the main hangout places for her 'victims' she was given....but maybe with free access to the club, Divinity would feel less misplaced around large crowds of people and grow more outgoing. Underneath the dark red cloak she had been adorning, she wore fairly normal attire that consisted of black skinny jeans and a loose-fitting T-shirt with an artistic graphic on it.
"You know, you really should be kind of careful around me...." Divnity mumbled absentmindedly. She wasn't saying it as a statement to scare him, but as a warning and to see how he would react. "Because sometimes, the other half of me takes over at any random time. And I literally try to kill anyone around me. I killed my own family, and with the slightest accident, I could even possibly end up killing you, not that I would want to.... " Divinity's voice grew an octave lower, her pale red eyes growing faintly colder with seriousness. This was the same statement that Divinity had told many others in the past through the centuries, people who she had thought were her friends...and people who usually either then gave her a stare as if she was a phsycopath and walked away, or either screamed and ran away. But Divinity was more so viewing this as a mild test, to see how he would react.
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