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[The Nameless One] Captain
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 Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 11:21 pm
 Next to the bar is situated a club meant for Rosin of any age. Inside the room is lit by disco lights, a disco ball and U.V. lights. D.J. Rock is the name of the construct that serves as both D.J. and bartender. With four arms it is able to mix drinks as well as music at the same time. All beverages are non - alcoholic here, mostly fruit juices and sodas. The club housews a large dance floor with changing lights and many tables and boots to sit at. RP Note: The D.J. can play any song requested by a Rosin, but remember, none of the music in Toxicity has lyrics, only a title.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 1:23 am
Mackenzie steps into the club looking around. Not normally her scene she figure it would be a place to meet a few other. Pushing her red sunglasses up she smiles as she tosses her red jacket onto a chair.
Like always she had a hat on, but for once it was red or a baseball cap. It was purple beret with a green evil looking bunny on it. Her shirt was short showing off her belly. Tieing up the front it was purple and red. Her pants were the same matching purple as her top, they were baggy and also had a green evil bunny on one of the pants legs. Her hair was actually brushed and rather wavy.
Placing some lipgloss on she smacks her lips together as she place the tube back into her jacket. Turning she pushes through the crowds heading out onto the dance floor. She just needed a way of having fun and not really caring what others thought about her at the moment.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:08 pm
Olivia peeks into a building she has never been in before. She quirks a brow as her one visible red eye can be seen surveying her surroundings.
She steps in, tugging on her tail. She is wearing a bright pink, long-sleeved shirt with her thumbs stuck through the holes in the sleeves, and a short, faded jean skirt that looks as though the hem has been hastily cut to be shorter. It is just long enough to cover all that needs to be covered. Underneath the skirt, she wears bright pink and black striped tights that cover her legs, and she has bright pink leg warmers on over her pink, soft leather ankle boots with black soles, and a high heel. In her hair are black ribbons, keeping her hair in the strange pig tails she always wears.
She is actually wearing make up. She bought a kit as soon as she grew, and has been practicing. Today, she has her glittery, sheer pink lip gloss on, and a dusting of glittery pink-dust on her eyelids. A thin line of black eyeliner on her top lid, and black mascara complete the look. On her nails is a glittery pink nail polish.
She looks around once more, and spots someone she met briefly. She walks over to a table on the outter ring of the dance floor, and waves, hoping the other girl sees her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:32 pm
Mackenzie wasn't paying attention at first, she was enjoying the music as she move. Her eyes are patyly close as her wavy hair falls into her face. Turning she spots the wavy out od the corner of her eye. Arching a brow she pauses to glance toward Olivia.
She wasn't sure, but she thought the teen look familiar to her. Making her way through the bodies she stops a few inches from the table with her hands on her hip "Olivia?"
Her tail brush the floor a few minutes before wrapping around her waist.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:38 pm
Livvy has since sat on the table, to get a better look at Mackenzie dancing. It looked fun! But, she is sure she would just mess up and fall over or something.
She beams when Mackenzie recognizes her. She had thought that, maybe, she had changed colors too much, and no one would know it was her! And, the extra stuff on her chest and at her hips, and her height . . .
She stops her train of thought, and for a minute, looks confused, like she doesn't know where she is. "Yessss, I am Olivia," she says, the grin on her face once more. "Hello, Mackenzie. How are you?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:43 pm
Mackenzie smiles crossing her arms over her chest to try to hide it. It was the one night she decide not to ducttape them. Course she figured that no one she knew would be here "I'm good, getting use to the fact that a grew. But I see you too also grew, you look good." lifting one hand she brushes her hair from her face.
Glancing around she shrug before taking a seat on the table next to Olivia. She needed to catch her breath for a moment, she didn't know that dancing would be such a workout.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:48 pm
Livvy's eyes fall on Mack's chest, even though she tried to cover it. When she sits next to her, she actually leans forward to get a better look.
"Oh, wow! You have them too," she says, in a hushed voice. "They sssseem pointlessss, don't they? I don't know what they are for. Don't sssseem like they would be much protection, right?" she asks Mack.
She then straightens up in her seat, her hair and the ribbons in it bouncing as she does so. "Thank you! You look very pretty, Mackenzie. You sssshould dressss like that more often! It issss . . . what'ssss the word?" her face twists into one of concentration. "Falttering!" she exclaims when she finds the right word. She then lets out a breath, as though it was hard work for her to think of the word, and leans back on her hands. "What do you need to get ussssed to? Sssseeing from a greater hieght?" she asks, tilting her head at Mack.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:03 pm
Mackenzie shrugs before shaking her head alittle as she looks down at herself. She wasn't as big as Olivia as far as her chest, but it was still a good handful. Grumbling she frowns "I have no clue as to why we have these stupid things. I see no point, I rather hide them or cut them off." with a evil smile she laughs alittle until she heard Olivia's next statement.
Blushing she looks down licking at her bottom lip "Um thanks, but these are just my clubbing clothes. Nothing really special about them. And I hate showing off this body, I rather people like me for me, not because of what I look like." covering her chesy again she smirks "And yea its being tall I'm having to deal with."
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:20 pm
Livvy's eyes widen, and her jaw drops. "You really don't mean that, do you? You wouldn't really cut them off, would you?"
She shakes her head, picturing Mackenzie with a bloody chest. She shudders, and pushes it out of her mind.
She then looks at Mack's clothes again, and then her own. "I don't know, Mackenzie," she says, thoughtfully. "It'ssss jusssst a body. If people can't get passsst how you look, than you sssshouldn't want to be their friendsssss, anyway. Jusssst wear what you are comfortable with, even if it meanssss sssshowing more of your body than you are ussssed to. . . ."
She blinks, and looks a little lost a moment. Did she really talk about all of that? Her nose wrinkles. If she were to stop and think about it, that is probably the most thought she has put into anything in her entire life, and possibly the most mature thing she has ever said.
But, she doesn't, because she is not one to think on those things. Instead, she frowns a little, and looks at Mack after she says the last bit about her having to get used to being taller. "For ssssome reasssson, I think you are making fun of me. . . ." she studies Mack's smirk, before turning away, looking out at the dance floor again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:36 pm
Mackenzie laughs then shrugs "The thought it tempting, but I rather not go through all that pain. So I'll just deal with them at any rate they might get me out of trouble." with another twisted smile she rubs her hands together just thinking about it.
Tilting her head she frowns alittle before she nudges Olivia in the back "I wasn't making fun of you, its the truth. I like being a little kid, being taller means I would get in trouble more." with another frown she looks over her clothes.
She didn't like her new body, not at all. She like that she could run and not have something bouncing on her chest. And now all her shirts fit tight, it was just something that bugged her. Biting her bottom lip she made a note to talk to the creepy mand about seeing if he could change her back.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:45 pm
She isn't sure what Mack means by 'get me out of trouble,' but she isn't going to ask. Sometimes, she gets the feeling that she is supposed to be smarter. She might be good at hiding it, but when she thinks about it, she sometimes feels like that makes her lesser of a person than all of the other ones. So, she holds her tongue on that count.
"But, being taller meanssss that you can do sssso much more! Look at ussss, we have our own placessss now! Well, I do, don't you?" she asks. "Anyway, no more ssssharing a kitchen and bathroomssss. We can make the place our own, and have quiet. I am ssssure there are other thingssss we can do, too! I think it will be more fun. . . ."
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:50 pm
Mackenzie smiles alittle as she thought about it. Olivia did have some good points. She like that she had her own place, and it was quiet minus the boombox correcting her everytime she said something wrong. With a night she giggles "Yea I guess your right. I like that I get to do things that I didn't as a child."
Tail swishing across the floor she watches the dance floor for a moment before sliding off the table "You feel like dancing?" holding her hand out she smiles.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:55 pm
She grins, happy she made Mack giggle. Good! Maybe she won't feel like she lost something when she got taller!
She then looks down at Mack's hand, and then the dance floor. "I don't know how," she says. But, she takes Mack's hand, and hops off of the table. "I can watch you a moment, and then ssssee if I can dance. Do you have any tipssss?" she asks, almost chewing on her lower lip, but remembering she has lip gloss on.
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:59 pm
Mackenzie gives her hand a gentle squeeze as she turns heading towards the dance floor. Turning back she shakes her head "All you do its move with the music. Let the music take control of your body." with a shrug she sways her hips.
She really didn't do anything else but sway her hips as she figure this was what dancing was. Sure everyone around them were alittle more seductive when it came to moving. But hey she wasn't like that, she didn't want to have a male attached to her refusing to let go.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:07 am
Livvy leans in and points out exactly what Mack is thinking, "But, they are moving more," she says, in a hushed voice.
She shrugs, though, and just sways her hips, listening intently to the music. She moves her hips to the beat, but feels a little dumb, out here, and not doing more.
So, she looks at the other people as she dances, and starts to incorporate their moves into what she is doing. "Mackenzie, thissss issss kind of fun. You sssshould try doing more!" she encourages, grinning.
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