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 Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 10:32 pm
This is a major tourist attraction in Luimira city, where several different Rock bands from all around the world come to play sell-out shows. Most concerts feature blaring loud music, screaming fans, and drinks everywhere. Many fans find themselves waking up in the stadium after a long, rock-filled night with horrible hangovers.
Quote: Kai walked into the area for which he was going to build the stadium, an old coliseum. He had used his connections to blackmail some men to helping him build this place. All they had to do was renovate it. (1/6)
The crew walked into the large area, carrying all sorts of tools and machines needed to get the job done. They began to take to the walls, repairing the spots of wall that were cracked, and so on. The grandstands had crumbled into nothing more than dust, so several bulldozers moved to push the ruins out of the way. (2/6)
The rubble had been moved, and the crew was done repairing the walls. The floor was all dust and dirt, and that was deemed unattractive. They began putting turf unto the ground. This is where Kai helped, rolling out turf and making sure everything was in order. (3/6)
Next came the painting of the stadium, now looking more like a stadium than an old coliseum. Colors chosen were simply black, navy, and dark purple. Most people would not notice the colors, as it was going to be night most of the time. The designs on the walls were simple zig-zags and lightning bolts, this way nothing would distract the audience from the music as much. (4/6)
Now the crew began to construct the simple stage for which the bands would play on. it was just a large rectangle, with steps on all sides. It resembled a pyramid with the top of it cut off, except it was only about seven feet off the ground. The lighting system was put in, with sixteen spotlights in a circle all around the arena, all suspending on poles. The interior of the stadium was complete. (5/6)
The outside of the stadium was now being built. A small building was built in the side of the stadium, for bands to get ready before the show. A a ticket office was built, and a large neon sign stating "BLACKOUT STADIUM" Stood boldly by the roadside. The stadium was complete.
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Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 9:44 pm
 Makyo NagareboshiSpawnMakyo kept on walking throughout the largest parts of the city, and keeping his guard up with his carapce on, just in case anyone would jump on him, or any vampires tried anything funny. He passed by a large stadium filled with random gothic people just raging at some odd heavy metal. The vampires were busy biting themselves, and Makyo was pretty far away for them to probbaly smell his blood. He got away from there as fast as possible once he saw all these heretic activities, and to somewhere else where he could feel the music somewhat closer. (Exit---> wink I'm dissolving in the darkness
I breath the pain that you never thought possible
I am breathing like the darkness itself
I am the warrior of darkness who came to do goodEnergy Pool: 1100 Strength: 8 normal, and 11 in Carapace ModeSpeed: 1
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2015 6:18 am
The loud music and general thrashing being done by the people inside of the stadium was good cover for the Diabolos. With the first trigger pull a revolver round freed itself from Marcus, her left pistol. The metal tore through the air, white hot and eager to pierce and embed itself in the chest of her first target. He was pushed back into a wall, blood splattering forward from his chest onto the woman. He slid down, his legs weakening from the shock of what had just happened. He grabbed onto the urinal, trying desperately to find something to hold on to. In his final moments he chose to cling to the urinal. Interesting choice. Aurelia turned her head to the side, Ariel, her second pistol loaded and ready. A large slug launched from a second barrel. He fell backwards, knocked off his feet literally. Life faded from his eyes instantly. She spun the guns between her fingers and replaced them at her hips, folding the drum mags on the sides to be less conspicuous under her trench coat.
She walked out of the bathroom, apathy on her face as she got a few weird looks at the blood, but causing little panic. This is nocturne after all, where all sorts of kinks existed. She walked very indeliberately, almost randomly through the rager, avoiding the mosh pits at all costs for the moment. She found a place where she melded in relatively well, a succubus and some enthralled fool, a few human's with bitemarks on their necks, and various other things that would stand out like a drop of water in the ocean. She bobbed her head a bit, genuinely liking the screaming guitar riffs and crashes of cymbals. The lead singer, a woman with jet black hair and matching eyes, seemed to have enthralled the audience with her beautiful voice alone. Though she was unimportant, and likely only famous locally, Aurelia could stop on her ever-evolving quest of self discovery. She was only here, in fact, to test herself in the art of singing. So as she rocked and played the part of an innocent girl, she was thankful for her ability to appear as normal as a human. After Zachariah's takeover, human's had been outlawed and ruled fair game, which someone had obviously thought a good idea to act on. She deliberately led her intended targets, two up and coming singers, with the lure of excersizing this right. A pair of incubus too, weaker than she of course but still tempting fate. So she ended them, quickly and painlessly.
Now that there was a free space in the time slot, as per Blackout Amateur Night rules, they'd ask anyone in the audience to try their hand next. The genres of music here are vast, ranging from House to Black Metal, and Aurelia had something interesting in mind, something of her own creation. Something to get attention at least. At best, she'd be turning down a record deal by nights end. She smirked as the woman finished her set and bowed. Aurelia clapped her hands together with everyone, even whistled. As the performer, named Annabelle stepped off the stage, she gave a glance to Aurelia, who winked at her. The woman blushed and continued to walk away, reveling in her moment in glory. Aurelia turned to see the owner on stage with an apologetic look and seemed to have some bad news. What ever could be the issue...
The youthful looking vampire who ran the place was met with a seemingly misplaced applause. Aurelia couldn't really deny that he was good looking. However, that wasn't the source of all of the cheering. No, even the men who had woman grinding all over them and were clapping and whooping like apes. He held up a hand, a diamond white smile playing across his lips as he slowly brought it down and quieted the audience. He wore an ornate coat, open in the front to give him the aura of an aged rocker with the body of a young god. Aurelia bit her lower lip thinking of the things she could do to him. And then he spoke, and his voice was like heaven too. Too bad she had some serious plans for the Stadium itself, as well as it's owner. Hello hello hello! he began pulling a paper from his coat pocket. It seems as though there was an issue with the lineup, meaning the last act was found dead... so here's what I'm gonna do, loves and lords, he mused as murmurs moved about the crowd. Even though the cocktail party was in effect, Aurelia could hear people whispering about the bathroom.
Like she gave a fudge.
Is there anyone out there brave enough to step up here and try there hand at performing? We got a mad crazy band, they can help with music for covers of if you're feeling brave you can try out an acapella. He looked as the people seemed meek, unwilling to go up considering the volatile state of the world. Good. Better that no one try to contest her.
I'll give it a whirl, Aurelia called out, almost as if challenging the man standing before her. He raised an eyebrow at what looked like, but did not smell like a human. Aurelia walked forward, silencing the crowd to the point where the only sounds were the clip clop of her heals, and the scoffs of woman who were jealous of her damn fine body. She looked the man in the eye, and let down her deception, much to his surprise and elation. Names Moriarty. Pretty sure we've never met before, lass he said taking her hand, bowing a bit and kissing her hand. Aurelia smiled and winked towards the crowd, causing them to laugh a bit. He stood tall and handed Aurelia his mircophone. They call me Aurelia, Aurelia Samael. The crowd reacted positively to her voice , and she looked to Moriarty, who seemed to approve of her look. What's a pretty lady like you doing all by your lonesome in the Blackout? he toyed as he called his band to the stage with a beckoning wave. Who says I'm alone? She leaned in close, freeing her two pistols and aiming them straight upwards. My brother and sister are right here. The crowd went "oooooooooooooh" like a bunch of chimps and she laughed while putting them away but removing her coat to reveal she was wearing only a white tank top, a black brah on below that of course, and tight leather jeans. Moriarty clapped as if impressed by her spunk and the band finished getting settled behind her. She turned and walked to them, giving them some song lyrics and general tempo to keep. Give it up for Aurelia! Moriarty conceeded as he stepped back into the shadows, giving her her space.
"This is a little something I wrote about my family. I hope you all like it... she trailed off placing the mic on the stand and closing her eyes as the song began. When she opened them, anyone who was looking at her eyes and not her body would watch the normal, dough brown eyes stain black from the center out, as if an in well had spilled into them. Suddenly the lights began to dim and her rocking seemed to take hold of the entire stadium, bringing everyone to her tempo. When she began to sing, everyone listened intently, as if they were under her spell.
I can fly like a bird, not in the sky
Which can always swim and always dry
I say goodbye at night and morning high
I'm part of you, what am I
I follow and lead as you pass
Dress yourself in black, my darkness lasts
I flee the light but without the sun
Your view of me would be gone
I can see the damage that I am causing you is so benign
You want me to be gone
But I have just be-Gun
I am the only one "undone"
I'm a broken miracle now
(In your head)
I don't feel like I am real
But I know it's all imaginary
Are they real and do they feel
Is all the pain
Just inside my head
I am what men love more than life
Fear more than death or mortal strife
What dead men have and rich require
I'm what contented men desire
You want to be gone
But I have just be-Gun
You will never know how far I've come
What goes up must never come back down
(In your head)
I don't feel like I am real
But I know it's all imaginary
Are they real and do they feel
Is all the pain
Just inside my head
It's all inside my head
It's just inside my
It's all inside my
They're all inside my
I see them always but they're all inside my head
All inside my head
They're all inside my head
It's killing me to see I'm killing you
Death is magic
Say Abracadavre now
You see me now you
Don't cry when I am gone
These shackles, they come
With certain opportunities
They won't let me get away
But they show me we're the same
We're the same, we're the same
They show me that we are the same
I can't give in, I won't give in
It's not a state of mind
I'm wretched but I'm powerful and
I don't feel like I am real
But I know it's all imaginary
Are they real and do they feel
Is all the pain
Just inside my head
It's all inside my head
It's just inside my
It's all inside my
They're all inside my
I see them always but they're all inside my head
All inside my head
They're all inside my head
As the final note left her lips, her demonic aura seemed to recede and her own personal thoughts rushed forward. Images, sounds, all playing on repeat over and over in her mind like they would way back when she was still part of a set of three. Before she watched all of her siblings die. Before from the backseat of her own mind she struck down a mother who never loved her. Before she went on autopilot and seemed to see the world as if watching through the eyes of another person altogether. A black tear had streamed down her face, adding to the over all effect. Her very powerful voice and general power had enticed the crowd to the point where they all felt every emotion behind the words as if they were singing them themeselves, living her memories. She whisked the tear away and smiled coyly, as if to suggest she had planned for the reaction she got. She gave a thumbs up to the band, and Moriarty walked out, starting an uproar of applaus with his own clapping. Maria took a bow. During the uproar, Moriarty leaned close and whispered something interesting to her. With a final bow, he led her backstage, along with the band, into a sort of chill room.
She sat back on the couch across from the band and Moriarty, her legs crossed, the cute bass player mesmerized by her, but Aurilea was focusing on the owner. "So, how much does being a regular act pay?" she inquired placing a hand on her knee. Moriarty seemed to do some math in his head. "You;d be looking at around four hundred ryo for every set." Aurelia didn't even have to think about it. "Oh please. Don't insult me like that. How about this," she began as her right eye darkened as they had before. Aurelia seemed to take on an entirely different persona suddenly. "You're going to have me host shows here three times a week, along with performing my own set to open the show, and in addition you'll be giving me owner status here." The words barely sounded like her own, as Aurelia could care less only about fashion, but Aurelia was barely there anymore. This was merely her form and voice possessed by... herself. It was odd, but even Moriarty seemed to understand that the situation had turned a bit. "Those happen to be steep demands little lady. Why should I be inclined to acquiesce." Aurelia shifted a bit. "Because these people just got a small taste of the cake. Theyre gonna want more, and if you won't let me play here, then they'll no doubt follow me elsewhere. That, and a disinclination to acquiesce to my request would prove to make you competition." She said open endedly. He ran a hand through his silver hair and smiled, snapping his fingers and having his assistant director bring him some papers. "A hard driven bargain. Let us begin negotiations." Aurelia smiled and nodded for him to make his demands. Somehow they both knew who would come out ahead of this game.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2015 5:43 pm
I wish I could remember the last time I saw myself in a mirror.
I sat in front of a very well lit vanity mirror backstage, staring blankly into my own, dark eyes. I scrutinized myself, not out of any sort of self admiration, nor from the worry of a perfectionist. More like I was seeing things that didn't belong there. Every strand of hair was in perfect order. Curls all in there places as if done by a military grade hair stylist general. My make up was on as well, mostly stage makeup but with some things drawn on for dramatic effect. Black tear drops, three on the left and four on the right. Eyelashes were at their typical length, but a small amount of mascara was in place to give them that little bit of an edge. Bright red lipstick made my lips really pop out, drawing eyes onto them hopefully, but I knew that my clothing would draw eyes away from there without a doubt.
My top, a sleeveless and strapless top that seemed to be being held up by my breasts alone, even though they too were being boosted up tightly. I felt a bit of a draft as well, seeing as how my midriff was showing. Anyone looking at me would agree that I looked stunning. However, I could see through their lies. It's why I wrote the song I had prepared for the night. I shifted my eyes in the mirror and saw a few people walking past the door. They shuffled slower when I came in view, my presence able to bring their attention in it's entirety upon my form for just a few seconds. Too many of them changed their tones around me, too many merely licking at the scraps of my boots like piglets clinging to their mother's teets. I furrowed my brow as I stood up and leaned forward, closing the door with my innate powers over Axiom itself. As I continued looking into my own being, I realized I wasn't seeing myself any longer. I blinked and the reflection became more appropriate, more true. I saw a woman, hair straight but not as primm and proper as before. I saw her pale face, gritty and caked with blood and dirt. Her nails weren't painted, no they were rough and dirty as well. Her clothes, well they barely were even clothes at all. Tattered scraps kept her upper body covered mostly, but even those had fresh blood adorning them. Her pants were also torn up, and there were gashes, more like superficial scratches, in her skin where her clothing was torn. That sight... it made me remember things she didn't particularly want to. And as soon as I realized that the girl in the mirror smiled, her eyes staining the way mine tend to when she takes over. She bit her lips, her soft but somehow uninviting lips. Her teeth were fangs... sharp demonish fangs. I could see horns protruding from them.
(U/C)
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___youwillknownihilism Captain
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