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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:57 pm
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Somehow, sometime, Alecto had decided it was a perfect moment to slink out of the demon dorms and head to town. It was nearby and the perfect place to escape to whenever the hellhound grew bored out of her minds. Megaera hissed for her to finish her schoolwork, but Tisiphone cackled over her, shrieking for Alecto to run into the nearest store and go wild. If all ended well (to Tisiphone, at least) then the store would be crumbling to ashes by the time they scampered out of the doors.
But the moment the dog stepped onto the street, her ears perked up when she caught the scent of smoke. Was something on fire? Glowing gold eyes looked around for warm light, but found none. Regardless, she continued to follow the smell until she managed to walk into a club. (Oh Jack no.) [Oh Jack yes Alecto grab a drink before they ask for a card—] Still sniffing the air, she whipped her tail around as she tried to take in the bright lights and piano music.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:26 pm
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He watched her for a moment, staying somewhat in the shadows, taking in facts before saying anything at all. First, she was either a demon or a monster, secondly, with those eyes, she was possibly fire related--the hands, he noticed, added to that conclusion. The tail, in fact, nailed the final nail into the coffin. He was best friend to a fire demon, after all.
"You are jackin' SMOKIN'," he said, since regardless of whether she took it as a pick up line or not, she probably (ok, possibly) wouldn't kick him for it. "There's no possible way you're alone. Are you?" He stepped out of the shadows, only then noticing he was just a bit over a foot taller than her.
She wasn't--nah, a kid wouldn't come to a club...
(Actually, he'd been to TONS of clubs when he'd been a kid, he was just ignoring that fact.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2015 6:50 am
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For a moment Roch just stared at her, wondering if he'd drunk more than he had, or if someone had slipped him a roofie. When he ran his tongue over his teeth, though, he didn't taste anything funny. And he'd always been good at holding his liquor, so a beer or two wasn't enough to make him think someone was either A) crazier than hell, or B) more than one personality (not that the two were necessarily exclusive, mind you). The vocal intonations (pitch perfect hearing and all that) made him lean a liiittle bit towards the second option...
But hell, she was hot and she looked willing to dance! "I'm decent," he said. "I make a livin' off of hanging out in clubs, I would at least hope I could dance." Although it'd taken him a bit of work to learn how in his school days. "Come on, live a little!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2015 7:42 pm
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