The Rave Club™ (ALL welcomed! WE'RE BACK!!)

[xX Star Striker Xx]

Her eyes watches this male for a moment,she bit her lower lip as she sighs. He was just another ego male maybe it seems as she glance down seeing his clenched fist. Another who was looking for action of a blood brawl it seems as she sigh softly walking up the stairs. Maybe there was someone upstairs,she would need to get in the mood to dance,though so far the was two possible guys,one was the owner who would be to busy soon,and the other was the male she had set her eyes upon. On about the third step she mutters.

"Is this a place to dance,or just another place to bore me?"

Her hand reaching out to the rail as she pulls her body upwards to the next floor.

[Gate Majestet]

Pulling punches for servitude, To crush their rotting existence...

▼ Damn, another person who had seen the guise he attempted to throw up in honor of his training. He often thought about giving up the look, but that would be a disrespect to his father ▼

''Thank you... and yeah, you could say that.''


▼He was about to ask her a question as well, before he turned to witness what appeared to be a man with a blade. The music shut off, and threats were cast.▼

''...Please do.''

▼Neon whispered to himself. He'd love to see a fight. Those things always brought out the best in him. ▼

...Hailed in the fold of a setting sun - We Defy.

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ . : . ]

'Piss off.' Said the man, completely oblivious to the nature of Dzans weapon. Or so it seemed. There was a high chance that the man was just plain stupid.

'Don't make me mess up that Boy George-lookin' face o' yers.' With that, the cocky grin returned. And the man spat at Dzan in the ultimate act of disrespect. A laugh peeling out after the act had been carried out.

Someone sighed in the background.

[ . : . ]

[Emo_Frenger]

she sees a fight and wants brake it up dosent want to maybe she would die
she didnt move or say anything she just watched the fight.

[PaiseansAingeal]

Leaning against the back of the bar, Keladry watches the events with interest. Secretly she hoped the egotistical man would get his just desserts for ruining a wonderful collection of alcohol and just for being an a**. Sipping at her whiskey, she rubs her right boot against the part of her left leg that had her blade.

[Ebag The II]

The Depth Of Darkness

[ . : . ]

'Piss off.' Said the man, completely oblivious to the nature of Dzans weapon. Or so it seemed. There was a high chance that the man was just plain stupid.

'Don't make me mess up that Boy George-lookin' face o' yers.' With that, the cocky grin returned. And the man spat at Dzan in the ultimate act of disrespect. A laugh peeling out after the act had been carried out.

Someone sighed in the background.

[ . : . ]

[Depth. You always make me enjoy myself. xd ]

+++That was the very last thing to do to the Cyberpunk. With a hit of a switch the weapon made a shrill noise before the teeth became a blur. It was just like a chainsaw and that was what made the noise. Then with reflexes that only became of a warrior that spent his life surviving he'd grab the man's arm with his fake one. The grip wouldn't release without the man breaking his wrist. Thus, the chain knife began to chop downwards into the fingers of the man. The teeth first biting through skin, then muscle, then fat, and then bone. That was..if the man didn't somehow get away.

+++"TURN THE GAKKIN' MUSIC ON SO WE DON'T HAVE TO HEAR THIS b***h CRY AND SCREAM WHILE I KILL HIM."

The music turned on.

[Emo_Frenger]

she walks over to the bar and watches about to yell but holds her anger in

[PaiseansAingeal]

((Stepping out for tonight...ttfn))

[Ebag The II]

CelticRoseBlade02

((Stepping out for tonight...ttfn))

[Later. Come again.]

[Schwarz Spiegel]

[ . : . ]

[ Oh, lawd. xP ]

'AHHHHH!' Was all they could hear.

Even with the music playing, the shrill screams of the hipster filled the air. Fresh flows of crimson stained the floor below. Mixing with vomit and.. fingers.

'OH MY GOD!' He screamed, as his legs gave out. Falling to his knees. The chainknife met no resistance as it passed through the meaty digits.

The sigh had turned to a groan and pacepalm for the mysterious onlooker.

[ . : . ]

[Gate Majestet]

Pulling punches for servitude, To crush their rotting existence...

▼The drives pulsed through the veins once more, slowly creeping over logic and reason with the threatening shadow of obliteration. The lenses concentrated towards the action, taking in every glory-filled moment of the event. His muscles tensed up, teeth slowly crunching down on each other, eyes widening whilst the iris extended to full, revealing what appeared to be pure black eyes, taking in everything they could. His blood boiled with the feeling of superiority and insanity, the urge to kill.. to feast... ▼

▼..Once more it all swept away... ▼

▼His eyes caught glimpse of the second level, and he remembered his drink. Consequentially, he took a sip of the Bacardi Martini, slightly enjoying it. He would cast away his instincts for now, and make for the second level. It was there he hoped he would find refuge from the shadows of his mother's tribe, the silence between the each beat of the heart that beckoned him to his savage wants.▼

...Hailed in the fold of a setting sun - We Defy.

[xX Star Striker Xx]

Now being upstairs she felt a little lost in not knowing anyone s she looks around. Her lips holding a soft pout as she find herself a chair to slip into once again setting down her case. Though she enjoys dancing she hated to do it in a room full of people she didn't know as she sat back ordering another drink. It was sad that she felt a little alone in this world and kept mainly to herself at times as her dark eyeliner covered eyes looks about. Feeling the beat through her was like a test she couldn't fail.

"Damn..."

[Genetic Genocide]

As the slaughter would begin the man would place the hood back over his head and walk off as blood would soon adorn the back of the hood as if it were natural. Making a path through the crowed , the man continued upstairs, only as he made his way up the stairs the name 'William' could be seen printed in black letters on the back of the gray sweet shirt. A slight head rock was all that came from the man as he continued to observe the crowed from a dark corner.

(Well that was a good laugh. xD Nice.)

[LovableChaos]

The young man entered the club, he looked underage but is well exact to be clubbing. His tight blue jeans reveled his cut muscular legs, having black sport shoes that were one of a kind. His black leather gloves, fingerless sleeving's. His brown leather vest with red and jade green wild design on it was zipped up to his collar bone. He stood a nice five feet eight weighing a good one hundred sixty three pounds of all muscles. His reddish orange hair neatly slicked back with biker glasses on his forehead. His cute adorable handsome face showed no expression but a confident one, a most confident smirk across his lips. He walked to the dance floor only to whiteness some drama.

[Ebag The II]

+++As the man would collapse Dzan would turn off the chain knife and put the weapon back in the hiding spot beneath the bar. As he got up he looked back over the place and would merely shake his head before motioning towards the bouncer who hefted the man up and took him outside. Where he would call a cab and send the man on his way to the nearest hospital. The fingers, however, would remain with the Cyberpunk and thus he'd find a jar to put them in. He was going to start collecting this s**t.

The music continued to play on.