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 Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:35 pm
Surion landed near the club hopping off the disc and shrinking it down before pocketing it "Now then, where is Damien" he mused to himself fishing out his gold pouch from his pocket to pull out the pass Silver had given him while his eyes scanned the crowd of clubbers, he wasn't sure which line it was likely Damien would be in, or even if he'd be in a line at all yet.
Damien isn't in line. In fact, he is just walking up to the club. Looking very much out of place. As he scans the others in front of him, he becomes uncomfortably aware of this fact. Thankfully, he does not blush at this realization. Instead, he walks with his head held high, his long hair, loose tonight, trailing behind him in the slight breeze.
He stops at the very end of the line, and looks around him again. He ignores the amused looks he is getting as he looks for Surion. After a few moment, he thinks he spots the boy ahead. On long legs, he strides over to him.
Surion soon seens the moving head of Damien who he was meeting "Hey Damien" he calls waving at him, he was in fact near the vip door. He is once again amazed at hte different people that club and all their different appearances, he's glad that Damien has a somewhat distinct appearance
Damien turns at the sound of his name. Again, he is thankful for the blush not coming to his face. He waves back at Surion, and sticks his hands in the pockets of his perfect, boot cut, black jeans. Alright, so he actually dressed down a little? He still has his elaborate elven tunic, and cape, on. "Hello," he says, when he gets closer to Surion. His reprilian, sea green eyes scan the long line. "So, how are we supposed to get in here, again?" he asks, a slanted eyebrow raising a little when his eyes return to Surion.
Surion admires the teen's style, damn if he could pull off an Elven tunic like that he would, but nah he stuck with his black jeans boots and silk shirt "That part is easy, I've been here twice before" Surion says with a laugh "And only once so far with Nani" he turns heading for the VIP door
Damien smiles slightly, and removes one of his hands from his pocket long enough to run his long finger through his long hair. He slips it back into his pocket quickly, however, wanting to make sure that his wand is still where he left it. He follows Surion.
The thought suddenly strikes him that, just because Surion can get in, does not mean that he can. Will he being Surion's guest be enough? Well, nothing for it now. He will just have to wait and see. . . .
Surion walked up tot he bouncer and showed his card and spoke with te bouncer for a moment then grinned "Come on.. This place is awesome... Might even run into familiar faces" he told Damien knowing Nani's sister worked there but not whether she'd be there or not
Surion pouched the card and then pocketed the pouch and headed inside
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:37 pm
Damien shrugs. Who could possibly know that works in a club?
Of course, he doesn't know that his own sister works here. As a dancer, no less. . . .
Nevertheless, he follows Surion in, eyeing the bouncer a moment, before ducking into the darkness.
And soon is clamping his hands over his sensative ears. He looks around, and spots Surion again. He sticks close.
This is his first outing to such a place and he has no idea what the heck he is doing. . . .
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:50 pm
Surion looks back at his girlfriend's brother and chuckled, sure it was loud in there, his own sensitive ears took some adjusting to it. He headed for a booth in a corner dodginghte moving bodies who were headed for the dance floor and slid onto the seat motioning Damien to join him. If it grew too difficult to talk he supposed there was always the lounge
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 10:59 pm
Damien keeps his eyes on Surion. . . .
. . . . Which is probably a good thing. Because, at the far end of the dance floor, Nyoka is dancing on her platform. She is grinning as she reaches down to take a tip.
But, her grin soon falters when she sees her little brother. Her wings flap a little, and she slides from her spot, to a smattering of groans.
The groans catch Damien's attention, and he glances in the direction they came. Nyoka is low on her tail, so she is hidden by the many bodies between her and her brother. So, he merely shrugs, and sits in the booth with Surion. He slowly lowers his hands, and looks over at Surion again.
"So," he says, raising his voice to a louder tone than he usually would have used, just so that he can be heard over the pounding base. "I am sure that you are wondering just why I asked to have a meeting?" he continues, formal as ever. He starts to unclasp his cape, putting the leaf pin safely in the pocket that doesn't currently hold his wand. He folds his hands, neatly, on the table in front of him, and waits to see if Surion has heard.
Meanwhile, Nyoka is sticking to the shadows, keeping her keen eyes on Damien.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:05 pm
Surion nods leaning casually ont he table "Yeah I am, though Damien, if we are gonna talk here... be casual, this isn't a place for formalities." he watches Damien remove the pin and his cape
Aylana looked up at the sounds of the groans after serving the drinks she had and walked over to the now hiding Nyoka "What are you doing hiding?" She asks not having yet noticed the pair of teens
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:15 pm
Damien blinks. "Casual?" he asks. What, is he not acting casual? He doesn't know any other way to act. This is just him.
So, he just waves that comment away. "I wanted to speak to you about Tinania. . . ." he says, and smiles, sheepishly. "I only very recently heard about the two of you. . . . Please, do not think that I am trying to be the over-bearing family member, here. I am really very happy for the two of you. If you can make her happy, I respect you for that, and offer my friendship," oh, how hard it is for him to say that at the moment. Especially when he could care a lick about Tinania's happiness at the moment.
Her safety, however, is another matter.
He unclasps his hands, and reaches up to fiddle, nervously, with a chunk of his green-highlighted, dark blonde hair. He sighs, trying to think of the best way to say this. "One thing I wanted to ask of you, though, is that. . . . Well, can I have your word, that you will do your very best never to hurt her?" He has a feeling she is going to need a rock in her life sometime soon. . . .
Nyoka yelps, and falls on her bum. Hissing, she grabs at Aylana, attempting to pull her down with her. "Look!" she says, in Greek. "My brother is here with some guy. I just want to keep an eye on him. WITHOUT him finding out. . . ." she admits.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:23 pm
Surion blinks "Nani? Far as I know she's happy... " he was about to ask if something changed that when Damien continues speaking "I would never intentionaly hurt her, I've loved her for a long time, since I was a kid in fact" he frowned slightly at the thought that he might hurt her in some way
"Woah" she hadn't expected to be pulled to the ground "Damien is here? With some guy? I'd ask where but I can't see past waists right now." she rather hoped Nyoka would let go so she could stand upright again
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:30 pm
"Trust me, I believe you," Damien says, clasping his hands on the table again. "No one really ever intends to hurt the ones that they care are about. . . ."
Sighing, he sits back in his seat, and unbuttons the first several buttons of his shirt absently. Too many people in this place, and the body heat is making it very stuffy. He pulls back his hair and twists it, so that it stays out of his face.
"I want to be honest with you," Damien says. Why, he can't explain. "Another reason that I am here is to ask if you could help my sister, Nyoka, and Aylana and I keep an eye on Tinania. She is in over her head with at least two very rotten people. . . ."
Nyoka lets go, and stands as well. She lifts an eyebrow at Damien's state of dress. "There, you can't miss Damien. He sticks out like a sore thumb in a place like this." She, however, looks at the boy with him now. Nope, she has no idea who that is. Frowning, she starts to move closer, batting hands away from her body.
If she wasn't so into her task, she would have decked the owners of the hands. . . .
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:39 pm
Surion sat up more frowning "What do you mean over her head with rotten people, Damien if she's in danger..." his eyes flickered emerald green. Oh if anyone were to harm her... he already wanted to beat the crap out of whoever it was who had hurt her in the past
Aylana straightens up and fixes her clothing turning in the direction Nyoka had motioned "Well I'll be it is Damien, and Surion, I wonder how Surion convinced him to come here" She followed after Nyoka
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:44 pm
Damien raises a hand, hopefully to stop Surion from getting too angry.
"Perhaps we should get a drink? I think I need something to wet my dry throat," he says, smiling again, although it doesn't reach his eyes. "Besides, I have much to explain to you. It might take a bit. . . . If you are willing to listen to the whole story."
Then, he tilts his head, thoughtfully, to the side. "I wonder, have you read the book series by the name of Harry Potter? Or, at least, have seen the movies?" It might seem a strange question to ask, but it has everything to do with what he is about to explain. . . .
"Who?" Nyoka asks, turning to glance back at Aylana. But, she notices that her brother has raised her hand to get the attention of a waitress. "Quick!" she hisses. "Get to him before Ciara can," she says, and nudges Aylana in Damien's direction.
She will get the information out of her as soon as she takes Damien's order. . . .
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2005 11:52 pm
"Harry.. Potter..? Movie?" Surion blinked "Uh I'm afraid not Should I have?" now he was a tad bewildered
Aylana looked at Nyoka throwing her a 'quit pushing me and pulling me around' look and wanders ahead to the table "Good evening guys, I see Surion has pulled you away from the libraries Damien" she pushes her long hair over her shoulder looking at the pair
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:00 am
Damien sighs. Well, damn, he thinks. "It is a popular bit of litera . . ." however, his sentence trails off when he sees Aylana standing in front of him.
Nyoka, however, rolled her eyes at the look, and is now staring avidly at the trio at the booth a ways ahead of her.
Another grab, this time for her boob. "Oi! That is it!" she spins around, and throws a punch, sending the person, this time a woman, flying through the crowd. She then leaps on her, claws beared.
The commotion grabs Damien's attention, but only for a moment. Bunch of drunken idiots brawling, is all he thinks, before he returns his gaze to Aylana.
"I guess. . . ." he replies, and then blinks, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, but, what in the world are you doing here?" he asks, though he has not forgotten Surion. He gives him a look that clearly says, I will explain once Aylana leaves.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:09 am
Surion looks from Aylana who he is not surprised to see at all past her to the brawling pile with raised eyebrows, he is pretty sure one is a fa'e but isn't certain
Aylana looks over her shoulder rolling her eyes slightly "I work here, and you called for a waitress.. " Question is, how did Surion convince you here she thinks to herself. She know Nyoka can hold her end of hte fight up and looks back to Damien
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:16 am
Nyoka growls, and hisses, when the woman tries to grab her breast again, and whips out at her with the silver tip of her tail.
She is still struggling when the bouncer starts to pull her off of the unfortunate woman. "That'll teach you to fondle some stranger, you b***h!" she hisses, her eyes flashing green a moment, before she pulls herself out of the bouncer's grip. "I'm fine. Just, get her out of here," she says, angrily.
Chuckling, the bouncer mock-salutes Nyoka, and helps the other woman up.
Stretching her wings a few times before folding them close to her, in as dignified a manner as she can, Nyoka turns, and hides amongst the gyrating bodies to watch the trio again.
Oops, it looks like the strange boy might have seen her. Expirementing, she winks at him, before retreating behind a particularly burly specimen of were-human.
"Ah, yes. . . . I was thinking that Surion and I could use a drink. Erm . . . What do you recommend, Surion? Aylana?" Damien asks, tugging on a chunk of his hair again.
He is bursting with the information that he wants to tell Surion. But, he keeps that hidden from his face.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2005 12:24 am
Surion blinks as he's winked at byt he particularly attractive female, he'd not noticed the conversation beside him "Ok, a snake-lady just winked at me" he muses now rather curious and leaning a lil further to try and see round the were-human
"I suppose that depends on what kind of drink you are thinking of, non-alcoholic or alcoholic" She smirks slightly imagining Damien a little on the tipsy side.
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