Chocolate and Water ~ It Begins!

[Drusilla]

"You have never met me, nor I you... not yet, anyway. You may call me the Alchemist." The old man paused for breath. "I have seen wonders in my life that would amaze, and terrors that would break a man. Fire has seared my lungs, water filled them, dirt has filled my mouth, and the very breath of life I have tasted. I've been blinded by the purest light, and crushed by pure darkness. Yes, I have lived... I have lived as few others ever will. You have the chance now to follow in my footsteps. Not completely... No, I do not trust my full power to any one person, but you shall have a taste.

"Your task is to find the others like you. They could live next door... or you may have to cross the globe to find them. When you have gathered, you must seek me out for your final blessing, to gain your final power. In time, you will have heirs of your own, but that is a trial for another day."

Again, the old man paused, blinking obviously blind eyes. You cannot tell quite how ancient he is, but it is apparent that he has seen much over a long lifetime. Perhaps his claims are actually true... but then, how could they be?

"Tell no one of what I have blessed you with. How do you find the others, you ask? In time, you will be able to see with your heart, and you will feel the pull of your fellows. Pray that you do not take too long, however; my time is running short, and you must ALL be here for the final blessing, or my power will fade from this world... and yours with it. Until then.... farewell, and good luck."

The disk ends, and you are left to ponder your thoughts. Are you excited by the thought of power beyond your wildest dreams? Frightened at the possibilities? Worried that you cannot find the others in time? Do you not even bother to seek out others, perhaps condemning them and their new found powers? What you do now is entirely up to you.


This is an RPG focusing more on character development than character interaction, and as such will be driven by the individual, at least in the beginning. I ask that only those truly dedicated sign up. With that in mind, I also hope that we all have fun kicking some serious ass here. =D

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Element: (Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light, or Dark; try to tie it in with your character somehow. I'll allow duplicates as long as there's a good mix of the six.)
History:
Other:


Fire
Vivian Fay, Drusilla
Dante Richards/ "Drako Ralen", Mew Master

Water
Alphonse Demore, Mystic Clown

Earth
Chase 'The Ace' Larson, Blademaster

Air
classy_cat18
Felicity D'Aubigne, eevee-shayna

Light
Lara Sagel, Crystal Tears

Dark
Mateo Jacobs, Samchu


Name: Vivian Fay
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Vivian is about five foot seven, average weight, with silver-rimmed glasses (which she is known to fiddle with habitually), bright cat-green eyes, and fair complexion. Her hair is currently black on top, and deep red underneath in back. Faded freckles can be seen over her cheeks, nose, and shoulders, though it's apparent that it's been some time since she spent any real time in the sun (at least, without sunscreen; mustn't forget it!). Her ears are pierced twice on the left, three times on the right, and she has her left eyebrow pierced. Her right arm has a vine tattoo winding around from her wrist all the way to her shoulder. Her back is a mass of symbols, script in other languages, and pictures that make no sense at first, or second, glance. One could spend hours going over the designs there and still find something new.
Personality: Vivian goes through life to her own beat, as if she's listening to music that only she can hear, and her actions are a dance to it. She's a free spirit, and isn't afraid to make her mind known to those around her. She's quirky, passionate, bold, die-hard, and loves every minute of it. You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone more alive than she is. She lives to experience life to the fullest extent, and gods forbid that you try to persuade her otherwise. She's a source of comfort, joy, and healing to her friends, and she has many of those.
Element: Fire
History: Nothing out of the ordinary; family with three pets (cats, of course), two kids (Vivian has a younger brother), grew up in suburbia. Her parents don't understand her religious/spiritual shift from Christianity, and continuously try to coax her back to it. She either ignores this or laughs it off, going along on her own path.
Other: None yet.


Vivian

I pulled the DVD out of the player, pondering. I checked the envelope; of course, there was no return address. The background of the video could have been the inside of any old man's house, so that didn't help. It was disquieting, having a random old man send me a disk, telling me that I was going to inherit some powers or something... and he also knows my name and where I live. That was the worst part of the situation; what else did he know about me? I had an impulse to call the bank and check my money, though something also told me that I was safe.

He said that my task was to find others like myself, and that somehow I would know them. I thought on this. The city in which I lived, and the surrounding suburbs, were home to well over a million people, perhaps two or three. In the world, there were billions of people... who spoke many different languages. Did this guy expect me to drop everything and travel the globe on a wild goose chase? What were the chances of running into these people, especially if THEY were also running around in search. It didn't sound at all promising to me...

"In time, you will be able to see with your heart, and you will feel the pull of your fellows..." I sat back down on the couch, closed my eyes, and waited. For several minutes, there was nothing... then... perhaps... a slight spark...

Maybe there was something to this whole deal, after all.
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Eventually, the sun set, and I grew restless. It was Wednesday, and I was off work... though I considered going in just for the hell of it. Most people avoid thier workplace whenever possible, but as a club DJ, my workplace was FUN. I got to wear what I wanted, play what I wanted, and just goof off in general. Tonight was just an open door night, rather than a goth night that restricted access to those within the scene, but it was still tempting. The old man could wait; I wanted to have some fun.

Picking out the outfit was both tiresome and entertaining at the same time. The selection was wide, and going through everything at least once (occasionally twice or more) could take quite a while. Yet I enjoyed it. I eventually selected one of my favorite PVC dresses and heeled platform boots that buckled up the side to go with. I then spent at least an hour perfecting my makeup... By the time I was ready, it was well after dark, but all the better. Sliding into my car and wedging my legs under the steering wheel, I cranked the music and let my spirit flow... It was going to be a hell of a night.

(If only I knew how true that would prove to be...)

While the DVD said that we were spread worldwide, I think it would be better if we were all within the same general area and randomly bump into each other before we figure out who the others are. *shrugs* If that's OK with everyone. If you have a plan, then go with it.

[Mew Master]

Name: Dante Richards
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Dante is a tall individual, about 6’6” with bright hazel green eyes and shaggy shoulder-length black hair. His fame is large and toned and wears loose clothing that’s about a size too big for him. He always seems to wear the same blue denim vest over his t-shirts. The pants he wears varies from cargo shorts, to jeans, to what he calls “bondage pants” with chains that loop behind his hips.
Personality: Drako has a personality that could be described as self-sacrificing. He doesn’t like people to get hurt (physically or emotionally) and usually takes the burden on himself. He tries to encourage others to forge their own path, no matter what consequences may arise. He will always be there to help even if it puts him at a disadvantage. He enjoys life, living, and good company.
Element: Fire. The Element of passion, love, will, and intent.
History: Dante’s had a good life. His parents were always supporting, his sister was a brat and one of his best friends. He always drew, enjoyed science and history, and his sarcastic attitude usually lead to some embarrassing situations in his life. Now in college, Dante is practicing a martial art to help with his physical training as well as to help others by stopping them from making a decision they could regret. Aikido is more about respecting your opponent rather than harming them, and so he likes it. He’s always ended up as the “fencepost” for his friends, hearing their problems and offering what advice he can, even though he’s never lived through much of their troubles. Still indecisive in what he wants to major in, he enjoys school too much.
Other: When shite starts to hit the fan, and he meets others that have similar abilities, or if he’s forced to use his newfound powers in front of people, he’ll refer to himself as “Drako Ralen” in order to protect himself and his family.

“Drako Ralen”
Nightclub, against his will
“With the soul breaths fire, the essence of life.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“I don’t know why you guys drag me into these things,” Dante yelled over the music as he stood next to the wall as his friends enjoyed a drink.

“Come on Dante,” one of his friends commented. “We got through that test.”

“And we got class tomorrow.” He replied. Dante let out a sigh. They had just had a decent test that afternoon, and two of his friends managed to talk him into heading to one of the local night clubs. Of course going with them wasn’t the oddest part.

It was the DVD that Dante had received that day. No return address, no postage even. He had watched it, slightly confused as to how someone could have found him without actually meeting him. Gotta hand it to the internet at least.

He watched the video, and wondered if his computer hadn’t been just uploaded to the entire net or a virus unleashed. When it was over he wasn’t giving it much thought, until he pulled the DVD out of his computer and the disk melted in his hand and scorched his floor. Hopefully he could repair it, or at least allude it to the fact that his candles had burnt the floor. But what the old man had said in the DVD tugged at the edge of Dante’s mind, and so when his friends came to go out for the evening, he went with them.

But even now, surrounded by moving bodies, flashing lights, and the slight smoke in the air, Dante was still thinking about what the man had said to him. Almost right at him. The mention of powers and the melting of the DVD also flowed through his mind.

Dante sighed. Can’t get that stuff off my mind. He watched his friends go to the dance floor, trying to get it together with a couple of punk-looking girls who really weren’t paying much attention to them. So Dante let out a laugh that was drowned out by the music, encouraging his friends on. Their resolve seemed to boost and they tried a bit harder to get attention, and sure enough they did, moving away from the chaotic dance floor to one of the booths.

He let out another sigh. Not one for dancing, Dante stood there, contemplating leaving. Sure he had driven his friends there, and he was their designated driver for the night. But now it looked like they wouldn’t need him.

Breathing calmly, even as he felt the music beat in his chest, he relaxed himself amongst the noise of the club. But there was something. A pressure, presence, Dante wasn’t sure. He could feel it, at the back of his mind.

And it was close.

Looking around, Dante tried to see what was grabbing his attention throughout the chaos. Didn’t…. he say that we could sense one another? Is that what this is? he asked himself as his eyes scanned the mob of moving forms, darkened lights, and floating smoke.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Alphonse Demore
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Standing at six foot with a lanky build, Alphonse has a slightly pale complexion, a thin face, long, unkempt platinum blonde hair which falls just past his shoulders and lazy brown eyes. He has a couple of piercings on his right ear, and for clothing he simply wears a white poet’s shirt, left somewhat open, revealing his chest, black pants held up by a leather belt and black pants. He has two silver rings on his left hand and one on his right. A silver chain hangs from his neck.
Personality: A very mellow and laid back individual, willing to take his time with things and to take it easy. Despite his slow, slacker like mindset, he does have a creative mind when it comes to putting things together. He can also get a bit philosophical after he’s been smoking that hookah of his.
Element: Water
History: According to his parents, Alphonse was a bit of a mixed bag. On one hand, he had a very creative and constructive mind. On the other hand, he was incredibly lazy and took his time with things. At the age of sixteen, he built what his parents described as “The most complicated hookah they’ve ever seen” (Alphonse however said it was the second most complicated), and began his smoking habit. Nobody really knows what he’s smoking, though most people believe it could be opium. The final straw came at the age of eighteen when his mother caught him and his father smoking it. In response, she withheld sex from her husband for a few months and kicked Alphonse out of the house. Now, with only his hookah and whatever money he had, Alphonse now roams around….doing stuff. What can a smoking slacker with a creative mind do?
Other: He carries his hookah and a suitcase with him everywhere.

Alphonse Demore
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Alphonse sighed wistfully as he slumped back in the lounge area at the corner of the nightclub, the mouthpiece to his hook sitting between his pale, thin fingers. Occasionally he would bring it to his lips and inhale, before letting out a steady stream of smoke. For some odd reason, no one had complained about the guy smoking the hookah and the security had pretty much left him alone.

A couple of others were there, eagerly taking puffs of his hookah whenever he wasn’t. They still weren’t sure what the heck they were smoking with it, but they liked it. The loud music, gyrating bodies, and flashing lights seemed to help their euphoria even more.

“Dude!” one of the clubbers laughed, “This shit is awesome!”

“Thank you,” Alphonse replied, his voice soft, yet still able to be heard, and slow. However, despite what was going on around him, he was thinking of something else entirely.

That afternoon, before he came here, he had received a strange DVD in the mail. Upon viewing it, he was even more confused. An old man, saying something about powers, others, and a final blessing. Alphonse was quite sure this wasn’t a hallucination by the drugs, no, he stopped hallucinating long ago.

This old man’s message was very curious indeed. He couldn’t have been senile. He probably wouldn’t have been able to put his message on DVD and send it to him. Besides, how did he know where he lived? A scam? No, it said nothing about money.

This was all very curious. Very curious indeed.

He took another breath of his hookah. He had a feeling this was going to lead to something very interesting indeed.

[Samchu]

Name: Mateo Jacobs
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Mateo stands at just six feet. He has short black hair that spikes at the back but his fringe is longer and hangs over his left eye. He has a rounded face and a strong jaw which has, surprisingly, survived countless ‘accidents’. All he has to show for his adventures is a scar that runs from underneath his right cheek to just below his jaw bone. His eyes are sea blue. He has a muscular build more attributed to athletes than weight-lifters. As his current interests lie in mechanics, music, and motorcycle racing; Mateo wears heavy black boots, close-fitting jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather biker’s jacket. He also wears a thick, brown leather bracelet on his right wrist and a silver dog tag around his neck. His body has countless scars, including several on his left forearm from when he had a tattoo removed (let’s just say it didn’t go as smoothly as it was supposed to).
Personality: Mateo’s a nice, out-going kind of guy who can talk to almost anyone about almost anything because he’s managed to do so much in his lifetime. The problem is that he almost seems to know too much and people tend to find him arrogant at times because of it. He’s a little headstrong because of his independence and doesn’t cope well with taking orders from people unless he respects them. Not the type to start a fight, he’ll more than happily finish it if one of his friends is in trouble. He has a bad habit of saying what he thinks sometimes, and this had lead to countless arguments between him and Lara. He’s a bit of daredevil and has a death wish. If others won’t do it then he will. He doesn’t bother him, he hasn’t died yet!
Element: Dark
History: Mateo’s the kind of guy who’s never been able to figure out what he wants in life. He was born into a well-off family but knew immediately that he would not take over his father’s financial company, passing the right on to his younger brother. He travelled often and studied anything he could, though he never settled anywhere and never completed a single course that he began. Then a year ago, Mateo met Lara when he wandered into the butcher’s shop where she worked. His varied life kept her interested in him and the two became friends. It wasn’t long before Mateo realised that his feelings for Lara run deeper than friendship. For the first time in his life, he is confronted by something that he truly wants and it terrifies him. Love is something he has yet to experience and he’s at a loss as to how he should approach it. Obviously, he has yet to make a move.
Other: Has learned to turn a blind eye to his friend’s drinking; mostly because he gets his ass kicked if he says anything about it. He’s also spent more time in hospital recovering from another one of his escapades than he can count.


Mateo
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Beep...Beep...Beep...

"I hate that noise..."

"You should be used to it by now."

I dared to raise a heavy eyelind and saw my half-sister at my bedside. It was a surprise to see her and not Lara but I didn't say that. "Don't you have school?"

"It's nighttime Mateo."

The room was lit by a single light fastened into the ceiling and protected by a plastic sheet of pale orange. In my state of drowsiness I'd mistaken it for daylight. "So it is." I looked around and noted the depressingly grey curtain pulled across the window. "This is different."

"Mom said to put you in a cheap room. She thought it might 'scare you out of your cursed way of life'. Or something similar."

"She's not my mother. I don't care what she thinks." I pulled myself into a seating position. "Hand me that chart will you?"

She passed over my medical chart with the words, "Do you care what anyone thinks?"

I ignored her and flicked through the chart. No broken bones. No internal bleeding. Aside from a few bumps and scratches I'm just fine. Not too bad considering. "Why are you here Catherine?" The silence had gone on long enough and I knew that she didn't hold me in high enough regard to be worried.

"Why do you do it? Why do you do such stupid things? Do you realise the arguments you've caused?"

"Do you mean between our father and the whore he married when my mother died?"

She slapped me. Hard. It wasn't the first time. "She's not a whore!"

"Of course not. That's how she got pregnant with you before my Mom died."

She dumped a pile of in my lap - just missing my crotch - and stormed off. "Bastard," I heard her say as she disappeared.

I flicked through my mail unhindered. Cat and I had never gotten along and I had no interest in trying to make a relationship between us work. Graham was the new heir, Cat was the princess. As far as I was concerned, my family had no need for me and I had no need for them. My father tried to keep us in contact with healthy donations, I guess he saw it as an obligation as I was his first born. Somewhere, deep down, I think he believed I might someday amount to something he would be proud of, something that would 'make the family proud'. My only intention was to do what I wanted and if proving to be an embarassment was my prize, then so be it.

Amongst the usual trash was a small envelope with no return address. Pushing aside all warnings of letter bombs and threats like that, I opened it and pulled out the disc inside. Curious, I buzzed the attention of a nurse and had her put it on for me.

"Until then.... farewell, and good luck."

I blinked. "Well, that was different. I'll have to mention it to Lara once I get out of here." I gave the room a quick scan. " No how easily can I do this without getting caught?"

[Drusilla]

Vivian
We are the curse, but still you love us

Jumping to the front of the line always caused a bit of grumbling among those waiting at the front of the club, but I'd learned to ignore it. Most knew who I was, and they quickly explained that, as a DJ, it was kind of silly for me to have to wait to get into my own place of work.

At the entrance, I paused, my eyes sweeping the crowd, noting the usual groups of wallflowers, drinkers, and dancers. Fear Cult's 'Boys and Girls' was slamming through the speakers, deafening me to even the nearest conversations. I never understood why people would pay to enter a club and then stand around and talk. It was an insult to the DJ, for one. Who wants to work hard to keep the music flowing, only to have people ignore your efforts?

I couldn't tell who was in the DJ booth, and wondered who it was playing off of my playlists. No one else usually touched the stuff I spun, mostly because they were mundanes and had no appreciation for the darker side of music. I started to make my way over to the booth when I felt it.

That spark again.

I looked around, standing still, trying to focus on the sensation. It ran up and down my spine, raising goosebumps along my body. I felt like I was standing near a fire on a cold day, but it was so faint I couldn't get a sense of direction. Was this what the old man meant when he talked about us sensing each other? Was someone reaching out to me, or was I unconsciously reaching out to them? Or, perhaps it was like magnets pulling together...

Either way, something was going on, and it was weirding me out.

The song changed to 'Toccata Del Terrore', and I knew that someone was into my songs. Pushing my way through the writhing masses to the other side of the dance floor, I banged on the door to the DJ booth.

"Why, it's Vivian! Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you..." Paul started chatting as I entered and spied who I assumed was the new intern at the helm. That explained it.

"Any particular reason you're playing my stuff on a regular night?" I asked, crossing my arms under my breasts. It wasn't that I was mad, more irritated that they had been playing my music without asking.

Paul continued to babble, something about wanting to expose the intern to the various music styles that we featured. I shrugged and turned my back. "Whatever, guys... just ask next time." I waved my hand and made my way back to the dancefloor.

I really didn't have much room to complain; for once, I really could get into the music, since I knew everything in my collection like the back of my hand. While the mundanes moving around the floor didn't know the beat, I did, and I was more than willing to cut loose and use my advantage.

Soon enough, I had a group of young men around me, watching, trying to catch my attention, but I was partnered to the music. The selection had turned to ye olde generic electro, but I'd spent enough time to know it. I swept the club with my eyes again, checking out what was going on off the floor.

Then it happened again... only this time, it was much stronger, a sharp pulse of heat that almost burned on the inside. I couldn't tell who I had been looking at when it happened, just that it came from a group of wallflowers hanging back in the shadows.

As if today couldn't get any stranger... My mind flashed back to the video, and I wondered on it again. I believed in magic, the supernatural, and miscellaneous phenomena, but this was really pushing my limits. My brand of magic was much more subtle than this... This was downright aggressive in it's own way, and I had no way of knowing how to control it.

I also could not protect myself from it. The spark happened again, a jagged rush of heat through my body that left me gasping. I stumbled from the floor towards a nearby table, where I sunk into a chair and waved away the people questioning and offering to buy me a drink. "It's just a headache, nothing to worry about..." I mumbled.

I looked up once more, now sure that there was another one here in the club, somewhere... but who? How would I know? 'Excuse me, are you the one sending daggers of pain through my body because you got a DVD about us gaining powers from an old man we've never met?' Yeah, right.

"In time, you will be able to see with your heart, and you will feel the pull of your fellows." The words floated back to me, but what did they mean? Perhaps I could direct my mind during a meditative trance, but here in the middle of everyone...?

Not mind. Heart... Again, it was nonsense. I sighed and held my head in my hands. Maybe I should just call it a night...

[Mew Master]

“Drako Ralen”
Nightclub, against his will
“In the darkest hour will a flame burn the brightest.”
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Dante let out a sigh. He wasn’t not enjoying himself. Rather he liked people watching and seeing how they moved to try and judge their personality and such. It was a habit of his which helped him in his drawing. In order to give the most accurate depiction of someone, you had to understand the body language of those involved.

So he watched the dance floor, leaning against the wall and keeping an eye on his friend’s stuff they left sitting on one of the ledges there. Watching through the smoke and flashing lights playing with the beat cast instant shadows along the floor and walls before dispatched by moving lights.

He could feel something akin to a light in the vast confusion, and it gnawed at the edge of his senses. Coming from the dance floor, but Dante was unable to see it exactly or figure out what it was. There was another sensation too, an odd cooling sensation. It reminded him of the feeling of stepping into a cold pool in the middle of summer at his grandmother’s. Only this didn’t encompass his whole body, but it did get his attention.

Two? Was he imagining things? Possibly the old man in the DVD was just a prank and Dante was just being overly sensitive to his perception of movement. His mind sent false signals because of the DVD he watched. That had to be it. He knew he was at least slightly sensitive to energy, or he claimed he was. At the midnight release of a movie he couldn’t sleep for two hours after he got home because of the “ki overload” he got from the event. The same during an exercise where the students in Aikido were doing extension exercises, extending their ki as far as they could, where Dante felt himself being pushed in varying directions. If that was the case then he should feel energized by the nightclub and the up-and-about atmosphere.

But he didn’t.

The song line-up started to change, Dante recognized the song transfer to “Ballroom Blitz” in which most of the dance floor seemed to get excited about, and started singing along as the beat increased. He glanced back at where his friends were chatting and drinking with the two girls they had caught the attention of earlier and his heart dropped.

A group of men was surrounding the booth, and from their body language, they didn’t look friendly. In addition, his friends looked a bit concerned. From what he could read from their faces and bodies, the two girls were upset and looked like they were yelling at the guys leading this small gang, who were yelling back.

“Crap,” Dante muttered to himself as he started walking towards them. Someone, supposedly the leader, pulled his hand back and Dante ran.

Just as the guy’s fist was going to connect with Dante’s friend’s face, his wrist was grabbed and was pulled to the side as Dante connected and then twisted his body before stepping back and twisting the man’s wrist into a kotegaish wrist-lock, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud. The thud was felt by some people, but drowned out by the song and moving dance floor.

Dante spun around, expecting another attack coming in. He had just disturbed a hornet’s nest and he knew it. Better me than my friends, he rationalized. Sure enough someone else was coming at him with a left hook. Dante shifted his feet and slid closer to his opponent, before taking the arm and spinning down, causing him to hit the floor decently hard.

Positive thoughts went through his mind. Maybe he could dispense this conflict and get his friends out of trouble without anyone really getting hurt. Such thoughts were dashed to bits as he felt two large bodies tackle him from behind and slamming him to the floor. He hit hard, so hard that he could feel his lower jaw vibrate from the impact. To add, he had two big guys holding him down, practically sitting on him.

The first one he knocked down stood up, and Dante could see his feet, just before he was kicked in the head twice. But that wasn’t the end of it.

Dante felt a sharp pain rip through his right forearm. He let out a shout of pain that was drowned out by the music as the knife tore through the muscles in his arm from his elbow down to his wrist.

Things got fuzzy after that.

Mind flooded with pain, Dante didn’t register that one of his friends had rushed the one who was holding the knife and knocked him to the ground before pummeling him. The hold on him lessened, Dante’s world was a blur of movement, pain, lights, and smoke.

The rest of the group was rushing his friend and Dante could only help but watch in slow motion as his body refused to move. He felt pain, burning pain from his arm drawing from deep inside him. His friend was partially surrounded, and yet hitting harder and faster than Dante had ever thought possible. There was the view of him being surrounded and about to get attacked from behind, and Dante thought Look out!

Almost then, his other friend joined the fray, knocking someone out cold with one punch to the face. Two people dropped next to him, and he could feel napkins pressed into the wound. His reaction was to shout out in pain, but his body wasn’t reacting.

Time passed slowly for him, as he saw his friends run back to him. The other presences were the two girls his friends were talking to, trying to give him some impromptu triage. The group that had showed up was down and moving slightly, by now Dante had lost his perception of hearing and his vision was fogging. Possibly symptoms of shock to his system from the pain, he didn’t know, he could barely think right now.

His friends lugged him up and his head tilted back. Dante’s eyes scanned the room behind him, and he saw someone sitting there, smoking on something, but looking at him with a sort of disinterest. As his friends and the girls kept moving, his head flipped back forward and he tried to keep it up. Others probably thought he was drunk, but right now he didn’t care. His eyes focused briefly on a young woman in a dress, sitting at a booth with a slightly disgusted look on her face.

The heat of the club didn’t seem to go away as a blast of night air met his skin. He was sweating and he felt his friends stick him into his car, were he passed out before reaching the hospital.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

[eevee-shayna]

I haven't been in an RPG for ages. This one looks fun, mind if I LSU?


Name: Felicity D'Aubigne

Gender: Female

Age: 24 but looks more like 14

Appearance: Best described as a doll. She has fair skin, large blue eyes, cherry lips even without makeup, and long blond hair sometimes worn in curls but mostly just straight. She has an eye for Victorian artifacts, which reflects her style of dress. The more lace and frill, the happier she is, although even in a sundress she looks like a porcelain doll. She stands 5ft tall and speaks in a child's airy voice.

Personality: Felicity is bubble, giddy, easy to uplift, and almost always has a smile on her face. She seems oblivious that her style of dress completely doesn't fit in this century. This causes her to be a friendless outcast and she spends her time idolizing over j-pop lead singers.

Element: Air

History: She grew up in a normal middle class family in the suburbs, and only got away with her lifestyle because she went to catholic school where she had to wear a uniform. Her parents love her, but want to protect her from her own airheadedness and so they sent her to an all girls catholic college as well. Now that she is graduating they fear for her and don't know how else to protect her.

Other: Despite her oddness, Felicity has an uncanny ability to get employed in quaint cafes and antique shops.


Adorned in her best goth-loli, a seemingly young girl stood in line for a night club, not noticing the shady comments being retorted by others waiting. At last she had reached the front of the line, where a muscly bouncer looked down at her.

"Where's your mom? Get out of here, kid," he said as if she was wasting his time. Felicity clutched the coffin shaped purse in her gloved hands.

"Excuse me sir, but I'm next," she said politely.

"Hey Steve, what's the hold up? You can let a few more people in now!" yelled the cashier inside the building.

"I've got some little girl here pulling my leg," the bouncer yelled back.

"Pardon me again, but I've been to this establishment before," the girl said.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, in 10 more years."

"No, honest! I'm a usual here! I just love goth night! No where else in this town has goth nights like here," she said excitedly.

Steve looked down at her and said, "Look kid, you're not old enough to be here. And besides, it's a Wednesday, just your standard dance music today."

Felicity stepped back and brought her hand to her lips. "Oh my, did I forget what day it is? I'm terribly sorry."

By this time the people behind her were getting restless and were yelling obscenities at her. As she stepped out of line she saw a man with a profusely bleeding arm being carried out of the club and hurriedly pushed into a car.

"What a strange night," she said to herself while she turned to walk away.

[Drusilla]

Approved, Shayna! Welcome aboard!

Vivian
Death Dies Hard

The commotion was a fight. A damn fight in my damn club. Disgust filled me like a bitter taste in my mouth, and I found myself digging in my purse for a clove. I stepped down from the booth, taking note of a young man with a hookah in the corner. Irritation that he hadn't been taken care of yet chased on the heels of my disgust, and I waved to one of the bouncers.

"Tell the kid in the corner to take it outside or leave, please. Thanks." I walked to the back door and stepped into the courtyard.

I wasn't the only one taking a breath of fresh air outside in the cool spring evening. It was a bitch to have to stand outside to smoke sometimes, but tonight the temperature was mild. I lit up, wandering around the currently dry fountain to sit on a bench facing the door to the club.

Jerry the bouncer appeared with the hookah guy in tow, looking as irritated as I was at the whole thing. City ordinance forbid smoking in work places, including bars and clubs. The hookah guy didn't look too terribly worried about that, though. I rolled my eyes and took a long drag, and let the sweet smoke out slowly. The beat of the music permeated the walls, making even the courtyard reverberate. I closed my eyes, swaying to the beat, tapping my toe to the sound.

I sighed and stood up, looking around at the few small groups of other smokers, and noticed for the first time that the hookah guy was staring at me. I frowned at him, yet he continued to stare as if he'd never seen something like me before. I instantly didn't like his attitude at all.

Stomping over to him (because there was no other way to walk in my boots), I stopped before him, putting a hand on my hip, glaring. "Do you have a problem?" I growled, putting my clove back to my lips for another drag.

[eevee-shayna]

((OOC: I haven't abandoned this RPG, I'm just waiting for a point to jump in.))