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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 7:06 am
Las Noches *A new seven story building with a few basement levels, this club is the hottest New York has seen for decades. 7 Bouncers stand at the door...Vampires of course, but they don't exactly let that be known.
There are several bars. A public one that is in the large danceroom, one on the floor level and one above it where it more or less overlooks the dancefloor with some tables and chairs, a place to buy some food....There is a private bar that can be accessed from outside...with a different set of bouncers...but it is more of the dancers on poles, special members only type place...
The club is for all, but Lycans, and Hunters beware. Rumor has it, the club is owned by a powerful vampire...perhaps even an Elder, and wouldn't hesitate to have Lycans or Hunters killed who might happen to cause a bit of mischief inside.
Vampires have special rooms on the third and fourth floors where they can take their victims to kill privately, and the club disposes of the bodies as compliments to the guests. Every hour there are guards that sweep the immediate premises and clean up any bodies that could be lying outside in the alleyway, rooftop, or near the main street.Things to take into consideration.Rogue looked to the door. A man had arrived and asked Rogue where she wanted the large package. She smiled. It was here.
"Take it to the back where it can be brought in. It will be too big for the door."
The men brought in the largely wrapped package and sat it down inside Las Noches. She had them bring it to the second floor for there was a large empty space on the wall the perfect size. She cut the strings and pulled off the large sheets that had been keeping it hidden. It was a huge painting, 15 feet by 25 feet that she had painted many years before, the first time she had come to New York, before any of this had happened. She was only a Deathdealer then, and a private one.
From the roof of a tall abandoned building, she had painted New York in the night. A full moon above, the dark paints very intense everywhere with the small bursts of light from apartments, buildings, shops, huge businesses...whatever was in view, Rogue had painted it. She had not fed much during this painting, for she worked from dusk til dawn for months. Her ability was very precise when she wanted to be, for she had had almost 600 years of practice.
She smiled at it slightly tilting her head this way and that. Standing so close to it made her feel as if she were in that night again. She paid the men and sent them off. She had some of her guards hang track lighting that illuminated the painting, pushing the atmosphere into intensity when one would walk up the stairs.
"Beautiful."
1/27/08
The club was blown up a few months ago by supposed hunters and hunter leaders, William Jackson, Illiud, Lydia Aidly, and Satan's Nightmare.
This day is the grand re-opening by the supposed owner known as Rogue. Two more floors have been added in a now 7 story building. The new floors are some beautifully furnished apartments for some staff, and private rooms for important customers. The security has been doubled in the front and all sides. The main club room is a bit bigger with many bars, and the second story is open over the dancefloor as well, tables and such sit up here overlooking the dancefloor. Rogue's private room with the one sided looking glass looks over the dancefloor, and can be accessed from the second floor. There is still a private bar in the 'back' (see details above).
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 8:22 am
*Rogue smiled at the guards at the door and they both moved aside and opened the door for her. She had cut the line, but no matter.
She walked in, the bass heavy music to some modern day popsong rang out through the main room. Strobe lights were going and the bar was full of people as it had been for about a month now.
Rogue walked up the stairs to an overlook of the dancefloor, and where several seats and tables were. She leaned against a railing and watched people.
Lighting a cigarette she turned to find a few vampires sitting at a table together, having casual conversation and enjoying the special drinks that were always on the house. She walked up to their table and spoke softly.
"You do know my brothers, there are a few vacant rooms upstairs if you get hungry....and there is a clean up crew ready whenever you finish a meal...so feel free."
*She smiled and took a step back, taking a drag on her cigarette. She then went back to the railing to watch over the main room.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 12:59 pm
*Rogue saw a man on the floor dancing, and in some way he had felt her gaze, turned, and met it. He slowly stopped dancing and made his way off the dance floor, then walked up the stairs. Rogue took another drag on her cigarette, and continued looking casually down at the floor.
He came to her and leaned by her side on the railing.
"Hello" he had said, with a sweet innocent tone.
"Hello back," Rogue flirted.
"Say, is there some place we could go in here...its kinda loud.."
"Sure. Follow me.."
*Rogue turned and walked towards the stairs, and he followed....she went on up until they came to a sort of lobby room. Rogue then moved to another smaller room off to the side, and shut the door. The walls had a jungle scene painted all over them...deep greens and then a deep black. There were two small lamps off to the side, a couch and a bed...all black.
The man walked in and grabbed Rogue's hands and pulled her towards the bed. She followed then leaped atop him while he was on the bed.
Poor creature she had thought as she began kissing him on the lips deeply..then moving down towards his neck. She then proceeded to bite into his neck ferociously. She drained him dry and left him there.
After leaving the room and entering the lobby, she looked at the guard and snapped a finger, leaving a sole command in his mind.
Clean it up in there.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 3:21 pm
*Rogue went to the bar upstairs and got a drink, then proceeded to go into one of the side rooms for staff. On the outside one could not see inside this room's large glass lookover of the main room of the club...it mainly looked like black glass.
Rogue sat on a chair inside the room and drank to her contentment, and took a few drags on her cigarette surveying her newest establishment.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 4:16 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 4:27 pm
*Rogue watched through the window on the second floor out over the large dancefloor. She took a drag on her cigarette and held her glass out.
"Get me some more bourban."
*The bouncer in the room did as he was told and went to a medium sized liquor cabinet and poured another glass of bourban.*
"Get a glass for yourself as well, and you may have whatever you like."
*He handed her the glass and went to getting his own in the back of the room. So many humans below. Oh how she loved the nightlife.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 4:32 pm
Now that he was in the club he went to the bar and started probing minds around him searching out the vampires and locking what they stored in their minds into his which he would later put on his computer which would then be dowloaded to the Talamasca and DeVant files. As he put everything to memory he ordered himself a glass of vodka and drunk it slowly incase a human should see him, it would be rather odd to see someone down a tall glass of vodka with show the slightest signs of having drank something so strong at once.
There were already vampires here and they were mostly dancing but he watched them and put their faces to their memories for later filing.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2006 5:38 pm
*Rogue watched this new vampire enter the club from where she sat, though very far away, and not visible to anyone outside of the room.
He looks like trouble. Rogue thought to herself....I've seen him before. At the coven...
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 2:07 pm
kit walked in slowly and took a look around *nice place* she thought a** she walked to the back and leaned aginst the wall
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:06 pm
*Rogue moved through the crowd and went to the main door. She walked outside and spoke to the bouncers.
"Having any trouble tonight?"
"No, except one threat from a vampire. Even though vampires don't need to threaten to get in..."
"Thank you for letting me know."
*Rogue walked back inside and lit a cigarette, then sat at the bar.*
"I'll have a rum and coke please."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2006 12:34 am
Thorn forces herself to approach the club. She somewhat resented places like these for they always seemed to be the places where people often got themselves into senseless conflicts simply because they consumed liquor as if it were an elixir of youth and longevity.
As she approaches, two bouncers greet her. Her icy blue eyes study them, and then she extends her mind, finding that these bouncers are fellow vampires. They simply smile and allow her easy passage. Thorn enters the bar, still feeling the presence of the vampire that had directed so much hatred towards her. Thorn just hoped that this wouldn't result in her causing an unnecessary conflict, her losing her temper about him being so quick to judge, or some other completely bizzarre occurence.
Thorn decides to try and blend herself in, or at least remain unnoticed and not attract any unwanted attention. She walks over to the wall, and gently leans herself against it. She waits for her mind to reach the French vampire's mind, or his to reach hers. Because once his mind touched hers, she could instantly pin-point him and offer her apology. She didn't feel that she had to apologize, more that she felt it would be a rude introduction to let him think of her as a savage blood thirsty killer, which in part was true. She could never change that part of herself, but she definately could contain it and control it. As she waited for the vampire to attempt to touch her mind which was clouded with thoughts that most humans think, she continued to lean against the wall.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 3:38 pm
*After awakening in the coven, she got dressed and came to the club. She had made a few more money transactions and a hot new DJ would be spinning tonite...not that she cared about how great some DJ was...
She did not even really care for the music.
it normally was used as a tool to sway moods or help people sustain them. She did not need some hidden lyric to sway her. She lit a cigarette by the door and looked upon the large amount inside.
She continued forward through the crowd to get to the bar and took a seat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 6:26 pm
Tanith wanders into the night club, flashing her ID to the bouncers as she passed by. She was oblivious to the look that they exchanged between them. Had she not been overwhelmed by the crowd that was pushing in on her on all sides, she might have noticed. She was still adjusting to the constant jostling of bodies that was a regular occurance in a city as big as New York. Might as well paint a sign on her forehead that advertised her as new to New York, that was how much she stood out from the crowd.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 4:39 am
Lulla entered into the club (though it wasn't quite easy, the bouncers wouldn't let her just cut the line so she had to with a guy to get into second place of the line). She looked around for a while until she noticed some stairs to the next level where there were some tables. It took Lulla a bit to get the stairs because of the crowd but she reached them in the end and went up them. Once up there she sat down by the ledge near the stairs.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 4:12 pm
A hooded figure sat in the corner, laid back in the shadows with a glass of water on the table. His face was not visible, and his hands were covered by buckled leather gloves. He closely watched the female dancers, expressionless and apathetic.
Taking a sip of water, the light danced across his familiar face as he did so - still young, still pretty. Yet his eyes were melancholic. He had the look of someone unsure of what to do next. And surely enough this was the case. He had lost all meaning of life. What once kept him going had left a long time ago, and now he struggled to find something worth living for.
So he comes and goes, darting about various cities, hooded and reticent. Tonight he sat in the bar of a once loved city. Perhaps he would stay in this place now, and wait for something to move him. Wait for an emotion. 'Hungry isn't an emotion..' he tells himself. 'Neither is desire' he adds, watching the dancers.
He puts his glass down and approaches the dancer closest, his head towards the ground, hood covering his face. He outstretches his hand towards the dancer, and she plays with him, brushing her skin across his. Drawing himself closer, he looks up at her and softly whispers.. 'If you resist, I will kill you. If others resist in your place, I will kill them, too' - and his cold eyes tell her he is deadly serious, shocking her into silence. He brings her wrist to his mouth and plunges his fangs into her. Taking a small amount of blood, enough to sustain him for the evening, he stops, wipes away the blood from his lips and her wrist, and then kisses her wrist lightly. 'You are a very pretty ladyhe tells her, bowing his head gently, smirking to himself as he does so; and then turns to walk back to his seat in the corner.
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