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Adorkable Monster Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:29 pm
That Place.
From outside, it doesn't seem like anything special at all. A lightly flickering sign hands above the door, words flashing from one neon color to the next, set against a black background. The words read "That Place" since that is the name of this little bar.
However, once inside, it's completely different than one would imagine. It seems much, much larger from the inside. There's a dance floor, with gigantic speakers. Don't get to close or you might just lose your hearing for a while. Lights flash from the ceiling constantly. There's also a DJ who you can request music from.
Also, along one wall is a bar, with stools set along one side. The other is the bartender's space as he shuffles about serving everyone, the wall behind him lined with shelves of drinks. It does cost money though, so no stealing.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:55 am
 Raolynn stood behind the DJ station scratching her way to perfection. Of course the reason her music sounded so perfect was because as soon as it came out of the speakers she was manipulating it to bounce around the room. Off the walls and lights; off the disco ball and the people dancing. Raolynn was the main DJ here because of her powers to manipulate sound, no disc jockey could compete with her skills.
She scoped out the room, watching for fights to break up or join...depending on how strong they looked. Watching for who she believed were underagers, they thought they were so clever with their fake IDs but Crio and her could tell an age instantly. As long as they weren't drinking they were fine.
Raolynn reached over and pulled out another vinyl of techno and placed it on the second turn table. When the song she was playing with ended she immediately started up the second turn table and switched over, never letting there be a lull in the music. Another reason there was no one better.
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D i i N O__MUNSTER Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:07 pm
Six wandered the streets of this town. A feather in between his fingers as he walked up to 'That Place' bar.It looked as though it might be actual bar. But with his luck it would be like all the others, most bars now a days were just dancing place. He sighed as he went to open the door.
Yep, just like he thought, loud and bright. Six missed the old days when a bar was a place to drink, play darts and win bets with drunken idiots. At least the music wasn't to bad. Most techno sounded the same to him. Six took a place at the bar.
He called the bartender over. "White Russian." He said over the music as he showed the guy his I.D., it was a fake one. Six was older than most and he needed to get around easily. It was the best option and he didn't even know if he was even from this country. He had found a brochure on this school 'Mitomi'. A school that was a place for people 'Named "freaks" in normal society, they come to Mitomi as a refuge, as a place to hone their skills.' Six looked at the wording, well in that case he fit like a tee to him. He gave a smile at the idea of going to school.
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 6:11 pm
"No no, trust me, not my preferred choice of profession. Tho, I do know a few who enjoy it. That's how I know." He explained, eying the bartender a moment as he spoke, smirking a moment and turning back towards Varon. " So, what's your story?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 11:16 pm
 The youth's brow furrowed a bit as he caught the glance at the bartender, it took him a moment to straighten his face back out and move on from the...possible discovery of something he really could have done without knowing. But here, these were assumptions. Bad thing to do. "Not your preferred? What is then?" He cocked his head a bit to the side, before blinking blankly a few times and straightening his posture up a bit, fidgeting with the black half glove on his right hand. "I lost money gambling if you must know, very short story, I know."
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