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 Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 8:53 pm
Basic rules apply, join whenever you want.
The Sound Factory is a nightclub on the plate above sector six and Wydda was feeling kinda restless. Her footsteps echoed down the allyway she walked through to get to the club. Civilians stood outside the door in a thick line up waiting to get in and out of the cold. Wydda walked up to the bouncer and smiled, he was large man as are all the bouncers.
"Busy night?" She asked as her eyes scanned the line up of people.
"Well its just like every other friday night" He replied as he opened the side door for Wydda and smiled. She stepped in and looked around the club and decided to sit at a round table.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 8:59 pm
Smoke danced before his eyes as Kite flared his nostrils as he watched his contact entreat herself at an arbitrary round table. This was one of the better jobs, he thought to himself as he slid down from the bar stool and flipped a few bills onto the counter. He brought his cigar to his lips as he pushed his way through the crowd, roughly parting the moshers and freakers, confident in the protection tucked casually into his waistband.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 9:05 pm
A waitresse wearing a white and blue vertical stripped shirt turned before heading into the back room carrying glasses said. "I will be with you in one minute" She smiled and then disappeared behind the swinging doors. Wydda leaned back on her chair and watched the lights flicker wildy.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 9:13 pm
"Excuse me ma'am" Kite called cheerily as he seated himself across the woman at the round table. "I hope you dont mind, but I'm waiting for my cab, I have to go where the sky meets the water."
The cigar fell between Kite's fingers as he smiled wryly, she looked calm about the entire affair, the woman in red was patiently waiting through his explanation, a look of annoyance ruffling her features The waitress arrived at the table and he eagerly ordered another glass of scotch.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2005 9:18 pm
Wydda looked at the man but before she could say anything the waitresse had shown up. "How, can I help you?" she asked as she looked at the two of them. "Scotch for me." He replied. "Something with a pinapple flavor I think." Wydda said unsure of what she wanted.
"My names is Wydda, and no I dont mind." This is what she liked meeting random people who liked to talk and do whatever. "And whats you're name, if you dont mind me asking?" She asked.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 10:51 am
"You'll like this place, I promise."
How could she buy into that? Maybe it was his blue eyes or the way he grinned; but she believed him and decided to go.
Kim wore causual cloths, no need to wear the uniform and cause unessary panic. Her hair was down and she wore a sleeveless light blue top under a dark blue windbreaker jacket and black jeans. She still wore her Turk gloves though, it was chilly out and she didn't want her hands to freeze over.
She passed people in the club, and she felt dizzy as the bright lights flashed in her eyes. It had been a long time since she was in one of these places. Kim had to admit she was a good girl; prefering the Library to Night Clubs.
Kim spotted her new aquatance, Wydda, sitting at one of the tables. There was also a man she didn't know there too. Could he be another Turk?
She swiftly approached the table and took a seat. "Hi, Wydda." Kim smiled, "And-"
"Excuse me, but what would you like to drink?" The waitress said, almost magically apprearing behind her.
"Um... I'll have a Shirley Temple." Kim said, thinking for a minute.
As the Waitress walked away, she swore she got glances. She blushed, "Sorry, but I'm alergic to alcohol. Funny, isn't it?" She looked over at the man again, "And what is your name? I'm Kim."
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 10:12 pm
[[Yay, random gravedigging!]]
Ehren could often be found in nightclubs and bars, though this was not his style in the least. A drunk bumped into him, and he frowned, brushing off his rumpled jacket in a professional manner, creating a strange juxtaposition that, had the drunk man not been so very drunk, may have made him stop and pause to consider it. As it was, he just walked on by bleary-eyed, and Ehren stepped delicately around him.
He made a mental note never to trust his co-workers' opinions of bars again--for the twenty-fourth time that year, actually. He sighed slightly, and picked his way gently through the crowd, before accidentally bumping into a brunette. He made to apologize, though figured that she'd, like everybody else here, probably be too drunk to realize the difference, when he realized that he recognized this particular brunette. It was the non-drinker, Kim.
He flashed a sheepish smile at her, noticing Wydda and another man nearby. "I'd apologize, but... you know, in this kind of place, that's the least that'll happen to you," he said, grinning. "Fancy meeting you here, though. And our elusive little leader, too... What have you been up to recently, anyway, Wydda?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2005 12:51 pm
"Oh, Ehren!" Kim gasped, turning to see who bumped her. "Hah, Guten Tag!"
Ehren eyed her questionally.
Kim giggled, "It's German for hello." She watched him a few minutes more and then stated, "I'm not drunk. It's just exciting to be at a party scene and have fun. I haven't had a break in a while."
The waitress came by and handed Kim her drink. She took it and sipped at bit. "It's good!" Kim commented, picking at the cheery in her drink.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 10:22 am
"Well, yes, I realize that it's German," Ehren replied quickly, a strange, bemused look coming over his face, "but I'm not entirely sure what German is... Nor exactly where it's spoken. Strangely enough, though, many things around the world seemed to be named in German, or at least in a vaguely Germanic language... and, indeed, even my own name would appear to be German."
His glance shifted across the room for a moment, and then he seemed to come to, as if snapping out of a trance.
"Er... was I ranting about German again?" he asked politely, noting that Wydda's body appeared to be frozen in time. She hadn't moved, hadn't blinked, hadn't anything since he'd arrived.
Something very strange was happening here.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 12:04 pm
Kim listened to him with interest, even though he was rambling. "Ah, don't worry about it." She smiled, taking another sip of her Shirley Temple.
She tapped one foot to the beat of the new techno song coming on and briefly wondered if she would dance to it. Wydda and Kite seemed to be engaged and Kim didn't want to bother them. But she couldn't think of what else to do. There is only so much to do when you're sober.
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