Welcome to Gaia! ::

Jack looked around, making sure everything was set up right. When he was content that everything was fine, he smiled and nodded to himself. He grabbed an electric guitar, hit a few notes, and found it tuned the right way. He nodded to himself again and looked at the crowd. Soon, an odd grin grew on his face, one a bit more devious than before. This was his time to let it all out. He'd rock hard and give the crowd something to listen to that would distract them from any problems they had.

"Ladies and Gentlemen... let's drink... party... and make this the best damn show you'll listen to for a while."

Soon, Takiko began to hit several chords and notes. They were rough and hard, but they mixed well, making it a decent blend of music. Soon, the notes began to pick up and the tune began to pick up. This was the song known as Gears of War.

(('D Give lyrics as well, but I can't quite find them yet...))

Kashkin had indeed been dancing the whole time, and he had already worked up a sweat. He was moving constantly, sliding between people and dodgeing other dancers. His muscles moved with the beat, he could even hear it in his head. It was pretty good music, too.

As he danced, he noticed a few familiar faces. The girl from before was here, the quiet, I'm-not-afraid-of-a-killer one. She actually was fairly close to him, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't recognize him with his hair in front of his eyes (like it usually was).

He didn't know where Ciara went or weather she was still sitting down. Heh. Could she really dance like him? This would be interesting, considering dancing in general was one of Kashkin's favorite past times. He could do everything from the waltz to breakdancing and more.

As he moved to the beat, his attention span faded away slowly. Sure, it wasn't exactly polite to leave a girl all alone, but if she was an outgoing person, he knew he would see her sooner or later.

Tilting her head off to the left as if in a moment of thought, she returned Rouge's glare. Her own eyes were a soft blue gray, looking to be permanently cold. She didn't know the woman, so she would treat her a friend, at least for now. Offering her a smile, she speak into Rouge's mind, she didn't need anyone to eavesdrop on the two of them.

"I am simply learning the land, Deary. If I seem to pose a threat to you, you should consider all the hunters in this place. May it only be one, two, or even three, that one could swipe out your guards in less than a minute. It takes more than arrogance to take out a careless maniac."

She would leave Rouge with that. If the woman wanted to talk, they would talk, but right now she had just seen the ending of two murders and wasn't about to let something as easy as this get away. The guy was vulnerable, hurt. She could stop him one way or another, or at least her pride lead her to believe so.

Having left Rouge at the table, she quickly weaved herself through the crowd, easily picking up on Kyle's scent. Following his smell, she found him.

Grinning slightly, she joined into the dance. Not really working herself up to the same level as the rest, she was going to keep that little bit of energy. She wanted a good night, so she would get it.

(((Because, you just are a dork.)))

Jack laughed out loud as the music ended. The crowd cheered. He rose his hand in triumph and let it sink to his side. Obviously the music was energizing the crowd. He felt good when he gave the people something they looked forward to. He thought of what music he was going to do next. He had a couple in mind.

"Are you all doin' good? All right! Here's something new for ya!"

Soon, Takiko hit the first notes to the music. He and the others joined in, accompanying her. These notes were the beginning to Until The End.

Kashkin was right once again.

Ciara did come out to dance, only she brought a smile with her this time. Kashkin, or "Kyle" rather, winked at her and did a few fancy dance moves, his entire body moving almost unbelieveably fluent. His balance was based off of good timing, and he was definetally doing good.

He slowed down, thinking about how long it's been since he used the name Kyle. It wasn't something obvious, but his real name wasn't Kyle. As a matter o' fact, however, it was the name that belonged to one of his best friends. He used it in his memory, never usually giving out any other alias. His wallet, however, did have his name on it, but it was in a hidden pocket to prevent pick-pocketing. It also had four hundred dollers in it.

His guns, still holstered, were well hidden by his sweatshirt, along with a few clips, knives, and other things strapped to his legs and arms. They were all very well hidden. It's also another reason he never asks anyone to give him a hug.

He kept dancing, spotting two familiar faces. One of them was Simon. He was still alive! That's always a good sign. He also saw the girl from before (Lindzi). She was suprisingly close, but he didn't care. He was in the zone, his adrenaline kicking in. From there, he danced, keeping a much faster yet on time beat in his mind.

Agility was still his forte'.

The crowd cheered once again. Jack laughed as well. He let out a cheet of his own... one of triumph and selfsatisfaction. He scanned the crowd. They were rowdy enough. He had several more in stock. He nodded to himself and motioned for Takiko to come up to the microphone.

"Everyone, say hello to Takiko!"

The crowd was still cheering and raving. Jack grinned deviously. This grin was usually only seen by JR... but when Jack was in the right mood, this could be seen plastered on his face.

"Well, I had her with us last time doing a piece, but I felt she was... unfulfilled. I'm having her sing this one. It's called "You're Not Here." Believe me, if I sang it, you'd get the wrong idea."

Jack backed up from the microphone. Soon, he hit the guitar, sending out a smooth, upbeat melody. It wasn't hard like the others, but rather a decent blend of pop and rock. He wondered how everyone would enjoy this song, You're Not Here

Simon took a look at the band. Well, they were all right. Played well. Didn't mess up. Good stage presence, but Simon just didn't like the genre. Not PUNK enough for Simon. s**t, before this whole hunter crap happened, he was in a band with his childhood pals. He had played at the old CBGBs, too bad that's closed. All in all, they were a good group, if you liked that sorta thing. The beat wasn't fast enough.

"Hmm," Simon traveled through the dancefloor, passsing by all the people, and shoving his way through the people who wouldn't move. He didn't dance, but only walk, watching a band play was something he hadn't done in a while. It lifted the spirits, y'know. Brought back fond memories from the past. What Simon would do to play another Misfits cover.....

He stopped; and found Kaskin like an inch away from him. "'Ello, guvna!" He shouted over the music in his cockney british accent. "What're ya doing?" Besides dancing.