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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 10:10 pm
 A local night club for ages 21 and up. Here you're free to let loose and have a good time. As long as you don't cause any trouble. The bartenders are happy to give you as many drinks as you can handle. And if you happen to be a performer, maybe you can book a gig.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:16 pm
 ~It was probably a risky proposition to have come to The Satellite with nothing; but what can be gained without venture? The streets and the night life themselves didn't interest him at all, at least not from the side of 'enjoying' them himself. Dressed in a long double-breasted black coat and nicely tailored slacks to match, handsome shoes with silver buckles and white cloth gloves, if it weren't for the unusually ornate mask of ivory and gold on his face he would look quite dapper. Tendrils of long, silken brown hair streak haphazardly around the frame of his clandestine visage while the lion's share of his tresses are held back in a ponytail that nearly reaches his belt line and the black satin bands that hold his masquerade in place. Patrons imbibed, flirted, conversed, some gawked and giggled at the thin, awkwardly stiff individual that walked with a black and white gentleman's cane."..Excuse me..", he murmurs, with something of an odd inflection to his speech in addressing the busy bartender. "..I'd like to see about being booked to perform; could you.. Please tell me who to talk to..?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:00 pm
Entering the room, Ignoring the annoying swarm of the flashing cameras of the very small group of the paparazzi following her, She walked straight to the bar and took a seat. With a sigh, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, asking for a Cosmo from the already busy bartender, ignoring his annoyed glance. before moving her gaze over to the crowded dance-hall. She watched the writhing dancers for a moment, envying their freedom to what they want without being watched or followed. Turning her head back to the Bartender as He returned with her drink, she glanced at the man next to her. She ran her eyes down his frame and crooked her features at his attire. Unlike the rest of the crowd, she didn't show much of an interest. She heaved a sigh and crossed her legs, twirling the umbrella that was in her drink, clinking it against the glass.
"This is going to be a very lonely night.."
She thought.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:07 am
~Ticking his head to the right in something of a weird, jerky sort of motion, his mismatched eyes seem to peer out from a hollow of black; the only natural things on the artificial face of plaster and metal. He didn't look at her for very long; great, another spoiled million dollar baby. A lot of trash like that around here, without humility or respect. The bartender handed him a business card, which he took great interest in-- a recording studio? That's wonderful, but he's going to need some money before he can make use of the information hastily tucked into a pocket. His voice is shaky, and faintly hints at irritability or instability. "..You don't seem to understand.. 'broke', do you? You see, I need to make some money before I can use this. Thank you though, but could you just tell me who I could see about--", the yuppie bartender just rolls his eyes and swaggers away down the bar to a more well-heeled person. Figures. Beneath the mask lay features twisted into a wry smirk, taking a seat just to take the time to think about what to do next. He'd been told that there were a lot of 'illicit' ways to make a little change around here, though he really hoped he wouldn't have to resort to it. All they understand is money. Respect, art, freedom? No. Just cash. But it's wrong to even consider doing drastic things. Or maybe...They have so much that they wouldn't miss it at all. Shuffling down a few stools, he tentatively sits himself down next to the woman who had entered to a flurry of flashbulbs without so much as looking at her, and idly taps his fingers on his free hand on the bar in front of him. His position is a little slouched; he probably couldn't look her in the face if he wanted to, and certainly not because of her looks. "You..Look like a person who wants to escape something. I'd bet that you can't even breathe without it showing up in the paper; am I right?"~
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 12:39 pm
She kept her peripheral vision on the man next to her, a small smirk making it's way onto her features. She remembered the first time she came here.It was hard, but It's easier for a young girl to get more attention then a man who seemingly can't walk straight, or wore elaborate clothing. As she heard him step closer to her, she forced her eyes to snap back to her drink, continuing here idle glances at the dance floor and at the drink in front of her. As he sat down, She turned her head, giving him one more long glance, before responding silkily.
"Mm. It's what I get for being such a non-conformist. My agents make me do such silly things.."
She linked her eyes with his and now spoke directly towards him.
"You won't get any help here. Unless you can get a straight appointment with the bosses here, which is hard enough, even for me. Depending on your profession.."
She paused, glancing again at his form.
"Looks like you're a performer. You should try getting a hold of someone at Hit Records. I'm sure they can get you some sort of discount if you're so low on funds."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2012 1:59 pm
~Flicking a few strands away with a gloved fingertip, she couldn't see him grin mockingly at her from beneath his cover. "Non-conformist.. Right..", he says, with the smallest tinge of sarcasm. She couldn't have known that he had just, some 30 seconds before received a business card for the exact same place, but like the bartender, didn't she understand what it meant to have /zero/ money? As aloof as he is naturally, it wasn't so much that the superficial people of the Satellite made him angry, but more like disappointed. "It's not a discount I need; I guess it'd be impossible for someone with their own camera crew to grasp, but that.. /lovely/ gentleman walking the bar over there just gave me the same tip. If I can't perform.. Then I can't get any money to spend on a studio. Mommy and daddy never took care of me." Inside that mask, the heterochromatic eyes have a faraway, almost distant quality to them. The quality of an observer. "Let's talk straight. What do I need to do, to get you to help me get a slot to perform here tonight?"~
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:06 am
She let out a sigh, rolling her eyes slightly. "I've been in your situation. I wasn't always popular. Just because I have a camera crew doesn't make me rich or pompous." She flicked her head in his direction and looked him straight in the eye. "Respect goes a long way. You should try it some time. If you listened, I told you to try for a discount. If that fails, did you ever check a bank for a loan? My Mum and My Dad never helped me either and look at me now. I make 15,000 Bucks all in cash for just a few photos." She finished speaking, giving him a moment to respond. When she heard him ask for help, she gave him a sympathetic look. Her features turned to a soft one before she, with a grumble, waved her hand in the Bartenders direction. Ignoring the annoyed cries of the people he was ignoring to serve her. She pulled out her purse and paid for her drink with a couple bills. As the Tender left, she pulled out her wallet, along with a plastic card. She handed it to the man next to her, ignoring the fact he was a stranger, and probably only doing this because she was just slightly intoxicated. "This card is a gift card I got to celebrate a photo shoot. So it's not like it's a credit card, But it can still be used in place of one. It has Two thousand dollars on it as far as I know. I keep recharging the damn thing. Take this, hand it to one of the executives here, they hang out in the VIP rooms and such. Say you need a slot for tonight. They'll gladly take the money. Use the extra cash on it if they give you any. Pay for a new wardrobe." She finished with a tiny giggle and got up from her chair, placing her things back in her purse she did a tiny wave before adjusting her hair and clothes. "Nice meeting you, Stranger." She said with a smirk before exiting Midnight Hour without a glance back at the man she just met.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 12:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 3:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2012 7:18 pm
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Apothic Red  ~Walking into the club was like walking into his home. This place was flashy, filled with people ready to dance and head-bang to awesome beats...It was like he fell in love at first sight, again. Shin noticed some people he knew here. Some ended up being clients in his work...Since he was the master-mind producer with amazing beats to share to the artist. Honestly, he loved his work and most of all he loved sharing it with others, and this club made him want to jump on stage and mix around with the equipment, but instead he went to the bar for a quick drink...He wanted something good since today wasn’t so good...Kind of boring to be exact.
“Shot please” He smiled to the bartender while sliding some money on the counter. The guy just nodded and smiled while flipping a cup onto the counter and filling it up with the alcoholic liquid that would soon make him too drunk to even attempt to drive. Shin took the tiny cup and shot the thick liquid into his mouth. The tangy taste stimulated his taste buds...That made him make a funny face honestly.
Shin soon looked around the club, checking out the girls....He was a man too...Anyway, he started listening to the music, it made him feel like dancing. He stood up on his feet and went to the dance floor, he wasn’t a great dancer but when he felt the needed to...He would dance, like now really. He started jumping in the crowd, and swaying with the music, letting the beats move his feet.  +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 5:34 pm
"Out on the tar plains the glides are moving
All looking for a new place to drive
You sit beside me so newly charming
Sweat and dew drops glisten fresh on your side
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress so shadowy lined
As the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart..
Way down the lane away living for another day
The aphids swarm up in the drifting haze
Swim seagull in the sky towards that other western isle
My envied lady holds you fast in her gaze
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress so shadowy lined
As the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing.. blue silver
And watching lovers part I feel you smiling
Glass splinters lie so deep in your mind
to tear out from your eyes with a word to stiffen brooding lies
but I only watch you leave me further behind
And the sun drips down bedding heavy behind
The front of your dress so shadowy lined
As the droning engine throbs in time
With your beating heart
Sing.. blue silver
Sing, sing.. blue silver 
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 5:40 pm
~As he wandered around the interior of The Midnight Hour, the lights dimmed and a little show began. Figuring he'd better have a look, Theo took a seat at an empty stool at the bar's corner and eyed the young.. Man, woman; he couldn't tell from here just by looking, but still he watched (and, more importantly) listened. The boy's tones were clean, soft and subdued; bittersweet and dulcet.. And so, impressed, he made his way back around the VIP lounge and made ample use of his employer's business card to gain himself a position standing at the exit-stairs to the stage. Tapping into his phone, he sent a text message across the city, a simple one:
"Al: Got a keeper. -T"~
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:36 pm
~The applause was surprisingly quite warm, bringing a peaceful warmth to the face beneath the porcelain, as he stood up and bowed his head briefly before taking his cane from the piano lid and tucking it under his arm on his way off stage. He took notice of the man who had taken up a post to the right of the stairs among the VIPs, standing out in his somewhat more casual dress and extending toward him a business card. "..Songbird?", he read aloud, glancing from the card up into the eyes of the man in front of him. A recording agent.. They were right back at home in one respect, and that seems to be that everything really does move at breakneck speed in this city.~
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:42 pm
~It was pleasantly easy, even for someone of his experience, to have someone simply take his card without bombarding him with questions or information, becoming starstruck, babbling on in disbelief.. "Very nice performance.. I see a lotta' shows and I have to say I like what I heard! The address is on the back, kiddo. It's at Hotel Fantasy; I'm Mr. Cross' talent agent and I think, if you're interested, you might be just the sort of artist we're looking for to join our little family." In his mind, he thought, 'Well he told me to look for weird people, and this kid's definitely up there on the scale..', but kept his polite, cool smile despite his reservations. It was his job to have reservations.. It was also his job to be sweet, and clench the deal on interviews.~
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:48 pm
~'6064 Palisades Blvd., Satellite - Suite 7777 Hotel Fantasy' ... That's a five-star, so this curious fellow probably wasn't pulling his chain without reason. "Oh, alright.. Thank you, I'll go by in person tomorrow." he says simply. Showing his social inadequacy, rather than shake the man's hand or excuse himself, he merely nods to him and absently slips out of the VIP lounge before anyone can get a word out. Despite having all that money the drunk girl had given him, he's a frugal person and wasn't about to blow it on a fine hotel room-- rather, once outside he gets onto a bus at the nearest stop.. Following it all the way to the depot where he'd slept the night before in order to have a repeat performance of nodding off on the ticket gate bench.~
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