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Cary walked back into the house to show Soraka her "achievement". She walks in and pauses to look at Isabella, nods, and turns to her father smiling. She holds up her hands to reveal eight maimed butterflies.

(OOC: Wow..that's definately an ongoing sentence O_o Lots of 'and's)
Soraka walked over to sit by Bella on the couch, leaning back against the soft cushions and sighing softly.
He knew that, most likely, just that little notion would catch Bella a little off-guard.

"I'm free for a few hours." He answered, crossing his arms behind his head. "Whatya looking at?"

((I am so lost in this RP anymore))

♥ ((@skrae: same ><))

Through all thats happened, its already the afternoon ((i think))
"I'll come with you!"
Jessica said as she caught up with him.
"Wanna come, Jaz?" ♥

(Not 100% sure where to go with this, but Im diving in nonetheless)

Somewhere in the darker parts of town was a nice little club. The people there were of different races and religions, if they even had it. There was no general look. Gothics, Punks, people in street cloths, almost anything could be found here. The base drowned out the music and talking, but it was generally alternative rock. People near the speakers had to pause every time the base hit, less they choose to sit on the far side of the dance floor, near the bar.

The floor was clean this night, and there were only about 50 or so people there. So the workers could squeeze in the cleaning. Most were on the dance floor, the song was quite popular at this time.

"You stole my life...."
"Run away no more..."

The words were barely heard though, most people knew the words anyway, and were to much enthralled in the beat. More to the point was the base.....

Boom, boom!

Boom!

Boom, badaboom!

The light flashed about with the beat as well, flashing red, blue, green, but more green than anything else. Green was the theme tonight. So the light above the bar were green as well. The green flashed again with the base, and a man in the furtherest corner seemed to be lit up with each flash. He was in dark clothing, with face paint on. Black kohl lengthened his eyes, which glowed demonically yellow with each and every pulsing, and a look of mischief and hatred could be seen with every flash. Oddly the hate was not hiding the curious smile across his pitch black lips. He had such a simple posture sitting on the soft seats. Both legs under the table, one hand on his drink, which was untouched. The other hand lay in his lap. His eyes were casually covering most of the club, and he had a clear view of the dance floor. He was in a V.I.P section set about four feet above the dance floor. It was right by the bar though, and had steps down to the floor. The bar lay on his left, the dance floor there mostly of his right. The doors directly in front of him, across the club, blocked by chain-link fencing, so the bouncers could confirm age and it added a visual security that people wanted. But this man knew it was false for them, if he but lost his temper. This place would be nothing more than ash in the wind should Shinto lose his composure. Eyes lazily taking in the people, he wondered if any would approach him, or if he would have to lure them in.