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 Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 7:17 pm
 Any time was dangerous in the asylum though it often seemed that darkness brought out the stranger more dangerous oddities. But when one did not wish to be seen darkness was the best way to move about. So it was mainly at night that a particular dark skinned patient would wander the halls. Normally she would only leave her room for food or the much needed shower, but tonight the young woman just wanted to get out of the room she had claimed as her own.
The woman moved threw the halls until she had made it to the activity room of the asylum. At this time of night the room as not often crowed and it was a large enough room for many people to do many things without cramping someone else's activities. Tonight the young woman came to room to see if there was a sturdy pole and a radio. The radio was easy enough to find but there was not pole. Dimas gave a sigh and unplugging the radio she hurried back into the hall in search of a room with a pole she could use.
About thirty minutes later the woman found just what she was looking for. It was a odd little un used bed room with a pole running from ceiling to floor right in the middle of the room. The woman smiled and shut the door behind her. Alone in the room she pulled on the pole with all her weight to see if it would hold her and to her surprise it did. "Alright." The woman ducked down near the corner of the room and plugged in the radio. Making sure the volume was down low she scanned the channels until she found a rock and dance channel. Dimas could not help but wink at the radio, "Good job." She said to it happily.
Out from under the door a red light shone and flickered as the woman moved within the room and very faintly the sound of music moved threw the hall way.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 8:43 pm
 Though it was now night, a time most often used for sleeping or being devious, Narciso found himself unable to sleep. Though he did not yet have a bed, or a room for that matter, it wasn't either of those things that kept him awake tonight. No, he was awake because someone had bled all over the stairs. The stairs that he usually slept on!
Now, any sensible person in the Asylum would get as far away from a trail of blood as possible, hoping to avoid the same fate. Narciso, however, wasn't always completely sensible. And so he found himself following a trail a streaked blood that looked like someone had been dragged along, half dead. Possibly, he hoped to find and rescue whoever had been injured, but the outlook for whoever that person was was not at all looking good.
As he walked, he began to notice the faint sound of what seemed like music playing. "A quest'ora?" he spoke softly to no one but himself. It seemed strange that someone would be playing music at this time of night, especially with some killer on the loose. Alright, so he didn't know the person had actually been killed, but it sure looked like it from the amount of blood they'd had to have lost. Continuing on the trail of blood, the soft sound of music grew more distinct, until suddenly… the trail of blood ended… As if the body had just sudden vanished in the middle of the hallway. Though this was quite strange indeed, Narciso didn't have time to ponder it much, for he soon noticed a flicker of red light from beneath a door. This, he decided, was far more deserving of his attention.
He moved to stand just outside the door, realizing the music was coming from this room as well as the strange light. He didn't want to intrude on whoever might be in there, but he needed to ask them what they knew about the blood in the hall. Or perhaps the person in there was directly tied to the bloody trail.
He turned the handle, finding it unlocked, and pushed the door open wide.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 9:28 pm
As the door was opened shades of red seemed to dance on the wall like blood flowing down or strangely enough up the walls. As the soft music started to pick up on a thumping low beat something in the center of the room started to rise up. The rising form looked human though it seemed as it stood waves of what almost looked like black liquid cascading down its back. Woven in this blackness were glowing red strands of led lights that faded from a bright red color to a nearly white pink.
As the cascading liquid came to a stop it was clear that it was long thick black hair instead of some kind of liquid. The dark figure's body started to sway from side to side slowly, as if it could be one woozy from loss of blood. Then one blood red arm shot out to the side wrapped in a black leather glove.
Dimas had not heard the door open up over the sound music. She had not even noticed that the dark wet floor she had walked by was wet with anything other than water. The light her body and hair gave off made everything red. At first every but of wetness in the asylum looked like blood to her and it was best not to think about what might be dripping from the walls or coating the floors. And right now what might linger outside the room was not important to her. Right now she did not want to think about being stuck in the asylum.
The red arm pulled back towards the body as Dimas's his swayed and her other hand moved to take ahold of the pole behind her. She smiled brightly and jumped up a bit to start spinning around the pool when her dark eyes fell on the figure of someone at the door. The red lights in the room flashed blue for a moment and she nearly lost her grip on the pole as she brought her swing to a stop. Her dark eyes wide in shock.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 10:42 pm
As the door slid open, it took a moment for Narciso's brain to understand exactly what he was seeing. Lights spilled all across the room, making parts of the room look like blood…blood? Was this where the bloodied body was at now? But no, it wasn't really blood, just red lights coming from… his gaze shifted to the center of the room where a figure moved. The figure too was covered in a deep red. His first instinct was to move forward to see if this creature was alright. The way it moved, the way it looked.. it must have been injured and bleeding. But no, the movements were more fluid, more timed to the rhythm that Narciso realized was coming from a radio.
This creature was dancing. She was dancing; pole dancing to be more exact. His brow raised at this realization, there was a strange red woman dancing in this super creepy asylum… This perplexed him. He silently moved to lean against the door frame, his eye narrowed as he watched her movements.
As soon as her eyes met his, he could see the shock she must have felt. He felt a little bad for having intruded on her as he had, but really… he didn't care right now. This was all too entertaining. He chuckled, a soft but deep sound. "Scusa, I didn't mean to intrude. Do not let me stop you."
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 10:58 pm
Dimas straighten up a bit and leaned against the pole looking at the figure in the door way. Her glow gave parts of him a purplish hue and the 'rooms' lighting flicked a bit orangeish as she realized that he was a man. "I am sorry sir...is this your room?" She looked at the dirty room and the small filthy cushion that was in the corner of one room then she turned back to him. She had almost thought that he would not be there but he was still there now leaning against the door frame.
Dimas looked down a bit, "Um...if it is your room I will leave...but could you please either come in and shut the door or go out and shut the door...I...don't want anyone else to hear the music..." She did not want to get in trouble though in a way inviting the larger man in could be worse than the doctors finding out the music. She moved to turn back towards the music ready to turn it off if he kept the door open. She her shapely form moved smoothly her large breasts clearly un holstered under the tight fitting skirt and the red bead clinking over the rather short skirt hugging her round full hips.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 12:07 am
He watched her curiously, still trying to figure out what exactly she was. He couldn't remember a pokemon that really resembled her, but she was something intriguing. He took a few steps toward her, tilting his head to the side then quietly shut the door behind him. He wasn't too worried about someone else hearing, but then again.. it'd be rude not to take the neighbors into consideration. They may be trying to sleep.
His room? So it wasn't her room. He smirked a little at this. "If it is my room, what would you be doing in here so late at night?" he questioned her, the smirk remaining on his face, though his eye showed a bit of perplexity.
At first glance, he couldn't tell what on her was skin and what was clothes, due to her odd colorations. However, as she moved, it became more obvious that she really wasn't wearing all that much. What was with the women in this place? Not only was it cold so they should want to wear more clothing, but who knew what kind of creeps lurked about that might snatch them up and molest them. He sighed. And what kind of thoughts had he been thinking a few moments before? He refused to acknowledge those thoughts.
"No need to turn it off, is fine. Though perhaps down just a bit." He took a few more steps into the room, taking in everything the room held… not much. Just the pole, the radio, the girl, and a cushion that he wouldn't let a flea-ridden radicate sleep on.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 1:20 am
Hearing the door click shut Dimas let out a slow sigh. So he had left but then his strangely accented voice filled the room. They were alone in the room now and he was going to 'let' her continue to dance. The light in the room remained blueish for a moment though it did slowly fade back into the red color he had seen when he first opened the door. "Well it could be your room and you were just out when I found it...there is no lock....so how was I to know it was someone else's room." She said gently and turned to look over her shoulder at him. Her dark eyes in the shadow of her hair looked almost like wet empty sockets. Though as a thick red tendril fell forward the red and black eyes flash reviling the fact that there was an eye in the socket.
Dimas was not proud of her clothing but she have very little else to wear. If she knew he was thinking on it or looking she would have mentioned that it was this or an orange swimsuit she had brought with her or there was the tank top, boxers, and pajama bottoms she had to sleep in. The one time she had decided to go to a club with the few friends she had was the night the lab workers had come from her. They had not really given her time to pack and what she had gotten packed they had taken from her. So she was trapped in this dangerous place wearing something that she would never have been seen in public wearing. But for better or worse her new skin blended in with her clothes and that allowed her to feel a bit more clothed.
"Oh I can turn it down a bit." She did so though it was not a bit lower than she would have liked. She could hear more of the silence of the asylum that was worse than when someone was screaming. Wail he looked over the room she took the moment to look over him. She could not tell in her light if the large things in his wavy dark hair were ears or some kind of odd hairband. She saw a tail hanging down and for a moment she thought that one of those furry or cosplayer people had stumbled onto her but then she saw that it could move on its own and she knew that he had to be an experiment like herself. She rose up slowly and turned to face him again her hips swaying to the beat of the new song that had started to play though she wondered how odd it would be for her to just continue dancing until she figure out if he really was going to stay or not. But not being one for much talking she allowed her hips a bit more freedom to sway, now in small figure eight's instead of just back and forth.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 1:48 am
The changes in the light coloration perplexed him even more. He'd figured out the light must be coming directly from this girl. She somehow radiated..light. She was a Lux creature, and he had a funny moment where he thought the name Luxray might fit her better, remembering what Jezebel had said about it reminding her of a fish name. And despite this girl's human-like appearance, when looking at her fluid like hair and intriguing glowing skin, he was reminded of some type of sea creature.
"Well in that case, I suppose it would be no harm on your part. Not intending to intrude into my place. Though, you would still be intruding…" His eyes flashed for a moment, gleaming a golden color. "Luckily, this is not my room. It seems I am the intruder here."
Though the music hadn't been very loud in the first place, he was glad when it was down more. He didn't want to try to speak over the noise, and he planned to get this girl to talk.
He moved closer to her, trying his best to ignore the rhythmic beat of the song that played. He could dance. He liked to dance. But right now this was about her.
"What is your name? I am Narciso." He spoke politely as he moved past her, walking a circle around the center of the room.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 3:47 am
Dimas caught the golden flash of the man's eye and she could not help but wonder how someone could have such a bright, wild, but beautiful eye. She was reminded of the brilliant glow of the hands of a friend of hers.
"Oh I am glad it is not your room." she said as he moved closer to her. She pressed herself a bit closer to the pole and shifting a bit so that the poke remained between them as he circled the room. The sound that was playing was a remix of one of her favorite songs and she could not help but sway with the pole in both hands. She was getting to the point that she did not care if he was in the room she would just have to dance and have that beautiful golden eye stare at her. The lights on her body gave an orangish plussed in a wave that starting at the crown of her head and radiated down to her thighs.
"Narciso?" She asked then despite her better judgement she with her gloved hands still holding the pole dropped down, the pole being the only thing from giving him a quick glance up her tight little short skirt. "It is nice to meet you Narciso. My name is Dimas. It is very nice to meet you." She said as her hips sways in a circle. She gave him as soft little smile, "You don't dance do you?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:47 pm
His eyes stayed on her as he moved, he still couldn't figure out exactly what she was. When her color changed to an orange, he couldn't help but tilt his head, wondering what made her change colors. She seemed to be red most often, but would change colors every so often.
A brow raised as she dipped down, looking most provocative, and he couldn't help but continue watching. His gaze locked on her intently for a moment, before he caught himself and, remembering his manners, he bowed slightly. "Is nice to meet you as well, Dimas."
At her question, a playful smile spread across his face. "Me? Not like that, no," he chuckled, motioning to her and the pole. "Do you do this for a living?" He figured he might as well ask. There was nothing wrong with her being a professional pole-dancer, but something told him she didn't do this very often. Not that she wasn't doing a good job; she was everything a man could want in a dancer. But still he got the feeling she didn't have much experience.
"I do dance, but my style is differ from yours." He smirked slightly, his tail swaying back and forth as he spoke. "Forgive me if I sound rude, but I must ask… what exactly are you, my dear?"
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 10:20 pm
The fact that someone was watching her made her very nervous but for some strange reason the simple fact that that the one eye that seemed to watch her was a brilliant golden color for some reason it made her feel a bit more relaxed. She still could not believe that she was finding it to hard to stop dancing.
But as he smiled and then commented on her dance she stood up her hips finally coming to stop as she hung on the pole. Her red light softening and looking as if it might shift to orange and remain that way. And when he asked if that was what she did for a living it finally shifted to a bright orange. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head, orangish strands and black swaying and dancing over her blood colored shoulders. "No no...I um I have never danced like this before." she said softly and looked down.
She wondered if he had seen many a pole dancer and if he asked if she was a professional because she showed some skill. She pushed her hair back from her face with a gloved hand and looked over to him. "This is not my normal style of dance Mr. Narciso." she gave a small smile, "I really don't know how to dance but I was wanting to try and learn for a friend of mine." she said softly and heard the radio slip into commercial and she stood up a bit more straight allowing the pole to partly bisect her figure.
She smiled at how kind and formal he seemed. My dear? Was he afraid she would bolt if he just flat out asked her. "It is not rude...I am what I am now. I used to be a normal human but...well long story short I am now I guess it would be best to say I am a part of a creature called the vampire jellyfish." she let her head fall forward and rest on the cold metal pole. She wanted to simply tell him that there was no need for him to be so kind to one like her but she held her tongue.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 8:50 pm
He was a bit surprised to hear that this was her first time pole-dancing. She seemed to know what she was doing, or perhaps it was just natural. At times, one's body seemed to know exactly what to do. And one could easily get carried away in the rhythm of music… but she had come to this place for the sole purpose of pole-dancing specifically. That was intriguing.
His smile broadened at her calling him Mr. Narciso. He kinda of liked the sound of it, or at least how it sounded coming from this girl. "Oh? For a friend?.. interesting friend to want you to do exotic dancing."
His ears twitched as the music switched to a commercial, but it made it easier for him to concentrate on her next words. So she was like him in one way, though not a pokemon, she had not always been like she was now. "Vampire jellyfish? Interessante. Suppose that explains the colors, yes?" He did like the colorful light she emitted, it was most intriguing of all. He wondered how she came to be like she was now, but didn't ask as he wasn't one to share his own story.
He moved closer to her, reaching out to touch the cool metal pole she leaned against. "And have you been enjoying your time here, dancing alone?" he asked cooly, his gaze looking down on her.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 9:35 pm
Dimas could only wonder what he was thinking about the whole pole dancing things. She could not believe she had just come up and said she was practicing pole dancing and dirty dance. But there was something about the strange male that almost demanded turn from her. She did not know if she liked it or not but she was not just going to run from him or the situation. After all she could not continue to run from events at the asylum.
"Oh no it is not what you think. He did not ask for me to learn the dancing. In fact I think it would freak him out if I ever danced in font of him. But you never know when it might be nice to be able to dance like this." She looked up past the pole at him her dark eyes looking both like they were pleading with him to agree with her as well as if they were ready to seduce him. She never though about being an exotic dancer though she knew she would have never been able too because of her parents. The thought of them wondering what had become of their daughter hit her with a pang of gilt that took her eyes from him.
She gave a nod against the pole, "Yes...the lights are from my skin...and tendrils." she said with a bit of a humorless laugh, "And you Mr. Narciso, are your added appendages, if I might ask real? Were you born with them?"
She heard the sound of his boots moving closer and she could feel the warmth of his hand take a hold of the pole near her. She looked up at him her hair sliding away from her blood colored skin. She had dark rings around her eyes that seemed to be a natural part of her skin as well as a few black dots that followed the shape of her eyes almost like freckles. Her dark eyes seemed to look at him from the depths of the deep sea. "It is always funner to dance with another or for another is it not?"
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 4:40 pm
His brow raised as she explained herself. He still thought it a bit odd that she had come to learn to dance for a friend; especially one that didn't even know she was doing it. He also wondered what kind of man might be "freak out" by her dancing. He could understand if it was her father or her brother perhaps. But even one as gentlemanly as himself was able to enjoy the entertainment in such dancing.
As his eyes caught hers, he detected something more in them. He nodded slightly, though her dark eyes were rather hard to read, seeming so alien looking, yet beautiful. When she suddenly looked away, he wondered idly what she was thinking. Something had filled her eyes that he hadn't expected, he couldn't quite figure out what it was though.
His head tilted to the side as she spoke of the origins of the lights. Pondering how much control she had over the colors. "Hmm? You mean my ears? Or my tail?" He laughs as his tail swings around and he gabs the star point to flick it lightly, causing sparks to travel from it to his fingertips with a small pop. "They are real, si." He looked back to her. "And I was born just as this." He motioned to himself in general. "… well.. plus an eye." He laugh, making a vague motion to his right eye.
Golden eye narrowed slightly as Narciso smiled. "I suppose that would be correct. Dancing in solitude might defeat the purpose of the dance entirely. Contact, interactions between people, these are what make it worth the while."
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 5:48 pm
Her eyes moved from his face to his tail as he brought it up. She gasped though seeing the spark fly from the tail. That was amazing. She wanted to ask how he had done that but if he was in fact born that way then she was sure that he had been able to make sparks like that too. He was very interesting. She never knew someone that was in fact born like this. She wondered if his ears were as soft as they looked and what his tail would feel like if it could shoot sparks.
Her hands tighten around the pole as she looked back up at his smile. She nods, "Yes depending on the dance it is either better in a couple or by ones self. But even when a dance is done by once's self it is nice to have at least someone watching." She looked down away from his eye and the lights of her body started to dim to an orange. "Would you care to watch and let me know what looks good and what might be a bit odd? I have never danced like this before. An extra eye and input would be helpful."
She heard the radio playing a song she was not overly found of and so she took the chance to look up into the golden eye, "How did you loose your eye if I could ask?"
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