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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 8:12 pm
  ☆DEATH NIGHTCLUB☆Now you can be even crazier without being 21. Admission for students and teachers from the DWMA as well as the DMA are free with. Of course you still won't be able to drink if you are under 21. Have fun!
Floors:
1st Floor: Lounge
2nd Floor: Nightclub
3rd Floor: Private Party Room
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 7:37 pm
 Nike Vlahakis ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Getting out of his Bmw M3, he closes the door behind him. Making a lock/click sound as the door fully closed. He would fix his coat and shirt a bit using the reflection off his car as a mirror. Before strolling across the parking lot as casual as anyone can be. Though he was under the drinking age, it was a challenge he was willing to take. His goal was to get at least one drink from the bartender. Passing through the security he arrives in the club. The music was loud to a certain extent. Though it was a bit too loud in his opinion. Some people were already getting it down with, grinding, humping. You name it really, most of the people here came to enjoy their free time and socialize. Some to pick up girls and get rejected almost instantly, no matter what it was or what happens in the club was appropriate. Nike nudged through a group of ladies and a bunch of couples before he was able to get to the bar. As he took a seat, he whistled for one of the bartender. Asking if he could get a shot of whiskey. "Sir are you 21" as the bartender cocked his head a bit and stared at Nike for a moment. "What can I say, people grow fast nowadays. Are you going to serve me a drink or be a buzz killer here hmmm?" The bartender squinted at him for a minute and hooked him up with a shot of whiskey. "Here you go, enjoy sir." ALRIGHT mission accomplished, now to hook up with a fine lady. As he thought to himself and enjoys his shot of whiskey. OCC: ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ "I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind." [ Soul Wave • Normal ]
[ Location • ______
[ Mood • Neutral ]
[ Partner • ______ ]
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 8:50 pm
 Rozalynn Riza Meyer The activity in the club was in full swing as bodies pressed together in the second floor. Music blared, teasing the ears of the masses, displaying its hypnotic beats that thumped with life as strong as any living creature's own. Grins passed between a few males bent on scoring a lovely lady on their arms while these women in question rolled their eyes and shot down every half-assed attempt at swaying someone's opinion. Adults sipped at their desired drinks and stared out in caution possibly distancing themselves from a rowdy pair of teenagers abusing the club's services and going all out. Rozalynn rolled her eyes at the childish display of age caroling about the vast room; the disgust flowing through her veins, the woman questioned why she was even here in the first place.
The slender brunette huffed, her annoyance mounting the longer her eyes bore into the sea of bodies. The demon weapon would have never been at the Death Nightclub on her own accord. Unlike the many underage teens and pre-teens crowding the area, Rozalynn had sense not to pop into the place with a big a** arrow showing her age for the groups to see. She was mature for a sixteen year old (though in her opinion, her maturity level was an understatement). Despite the lack of age limit and restrictions other than drinking, why was it a fad for meisters and demon weapons to be so...brash and vulgar? The teen's older brother was part of the percentage of intolerable beings. He dragged her to the club with him as a "present" to lure men to her. Masquerading as her "boyfriend", Noah orchestrated a massive plot to break up with her around young--mostly dumb--men so she can remove whatever stick was up her a**. To her, there was nothing wrong with her demeanor or personality. Was it horrible for a young woman to be picky about who she associates with? Roza was still thinking this even after her elder's comment on why she was partner-less. Her love-life and life as a demon weapon unlinked to another being was her personal business. She was sixteen; she could do whatever she wanted. This was why once they arrived she stalked herself away from him the second their feet touched onto the treshold of the nightclub.
'We are here for an hour and Noah hasn't parked his butt...' Rozalynn thought in frustration while she watched the dark haired man in action. She smirked when the nineth woman tonight smacked his tender face. The fellow demon weapon cringing as pain shot through his cheek. She sensed how bad it must hurt, and chuckled to herself, her short melodic laugh covered by the deafening music. The young woman pranced away from the wall her back wad perched up against and weaved through the crowds.
Her movements halted as she approached the bar area. Instantly, she regretted her trek. Her controlling gaze locked onto a regal-seeming blonde, and her ears caught the meatier parts of Nike's banter with the bartender. The uncertainty in the man's eyes and body language led the girl to assume who he finished serving was underaged. What couldn't keep her mouth shut the most was stupidity. What the bartender displayed was pure stupidity. Rozalynn hoped and prayed his superiors didn't witness what she believed she did. Nike on the other hand... He was stupid the moment the idea sparked in his mind.
Her mind shifting into justice-mode, Rozalynn's eyes narrowed as her black heels rang against the tiled floor. Her brown hair bounced against her bare back, covering the delicate material of her red dress, and she inhaled the suffocating air. Brown eyes still on the blonde--her target in sight--she cruely brushed her way through conversing men and her gaze raged with a more heated fire as she closed the distance between them. Her nose turned up snootily and with a small pause, authoritatively her arms found their perch underneath her chest again. "How old are you...?" She asked accusingly, her heels adding height but did nothing to raise her age. [This post sucks. Sorry. DX I was stuck.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 10:20 pm
Nike Vlahakis ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ He had a little chit chat with the bartender about their job. Then they went onward about all the crazy people that come and go to the fights that occurs on a regular basis. The bar was filled with beautiful neon lights and the music in the area was of classic jazz, rather then what was playing out there in the crazy party. It reminded him of the good old days when thing were a bit more peaceful and less chaotic, where the girls were rather more tempting then of now. All of the girls in this modern age was trying too hard to gain attention that they don't necessarily need. Then theres the idiots who tries to get laid every chance they get. It was bothersome that the generations to come were getting worse and worse. Even though he is part of this generation, he at least didn't have to compete to get attention. It was rather annoying to look young and have old hags come after him but on the other hand. He wouldn't pass for certain things that requires a certain age to access.
He spun himself around on the stool and looks into the crowd. Seeing the tension and erotic dance become more vulgar. It looked as if a party of animals was having a mating season at the center of room. Nike didn't dislike it at all, but something at the back of his mind bothered him of how they were doing it. Letting out a sigh as he sets down his glass on the counter. The whiskey surprisingly left a strong impression on him that's for sure. Yet it didn't leave him with a stinky breath either. He eyes ran across the counter towards most of the bottles on the shelves. They had an amazing collection, from the Aqua Vitae down to wine such as Cinder-Ella. Nike took out his wallet and took out 10 bucks for the shot that he was given. It was worth the money alright. Not just that the whiskey had a tender and smooth taste, but that it was high quality of a crisp clean feeling to it. It was what he needed after such a long time being stuck at school. His teachers were nice and all, but it got old really soon. Unlike others, he didn't dislike school, rather it slowed down his process of becoming a better Meister overall.
He turned around the stool, and faced the bartender once again before removing his coat in a formal manner and handed it over to the bartender to safe keep. It was a bit warmer in the room now with everyone dancing and condensing heat. He didn't really have the urge to go dancing with all the people. So he sat there and enjoyed the bar's music. He over heard a female voice asking something about age. This didn't really bother him, but something was fishy here. He couldn't have been caught already have he? He turns around to face this female as casual as he could. As those people in movies where the mafia could do it so casual that it seemed normal. The female had a slender built and brown hair. She looked quite fine, but not really his taste. She seemed like a young teen whom was not enjoying her time in this party. Nike stood up and closed the distance between them by a foot or so before he stopped in-front of her. "Good question, how old are you" asking the counter question in a riddle questioning tone, as a sly smile came across his face. The girl was fairly tall even without heels, though not up to his height yet.
OCC:
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"I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind."
[ Soul Wave • Normal ]
[ Location • ______
[ Mood • Neutral ]
[ Partner • ______ ]
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 10:41 pm
Rozalynn Riza Meyer "H-how old am I?" Rozalynn's voice lifted with an influx of emotion. Her brown eyes widened in awkward unsteadiness from how smooth the comment was directed at her. The young woman's cheeks glowed a significant shade of red, and no matter how she wished to wipe how the question affected her off her face, no prevail. The young demon weapon's teeth nipped at the inside of her bottom lip, eyes sizing Nike up. Making Roza go speechless was NOT benefiting for anyone, especially not Roza herself. The girl skimmed through the pages of her mind for a comeback to NIke's smart-assed reply and forced her mood to stabilize to neutrality. Unfortunately, neutrality was not part of Roza's genetic make-up.
"I'm old enough to be here!" She swallowed the rising rage in her reply. She mentally face-palmed from the male's composed demeanor. If they were in the halls at school, the young woman might be more in her element. The dance beats thumping in the background was not a useful to the girl's arrogance. Roza was "Miss Know-it-all". Miss Know-it-alls didn't own inappropriate domains as hanging around a bar. Her meister, whoever that would be, wouldn't be a punk with an objective that demeaned and taunted sensible thoughts.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:17 pm
Nike Vlahakis ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Nike's left eyebrow raised a gentle waver, when he heard her repeat the question to herself to reassure what she heard was correct. For sure this lady was even younger then was to be intimidated by this question. Watching her cheeks fluctuate with a shade of red, a smirk formed on his lips. Apparently this girl is one of the few that actually gets good grades in class, compare to her classmates. Taking a closer look at her and judging from the way she responded. He could tell right away that she was not one whom was questioned by others often. As well as the fact that her fine deluxe layout was more desirable then most of the ladies dancing over at the center. He was curious about this girl now. Why would such a noble gal was in this party in the first place.
"Oh really? Why is such a fine lady as yourself doing in places as this?" Questioning her again and this time more aggressive. He was a bit more relaxed now that he knew she too was hiding something. Though he couldn't say the same about the guards who kept looking in their directions. "Shouldn't you be in bed? I mean really who wouldn't want to hold such fine thing." Trying to irritate her as much as he could before letting it blow up. Gaining more control of the situation he closes in on his prey. Coming up to only 2 feet away from making contact with her face. Her perfume was rich and sweet just as any typical rich gal would have on. OCC: ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ "I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind." [ Soul Wave • Normal ]
[ Location • ______
[ Mood • Neutral ]
[ Partner • ______ ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 6:37 pm
Rozalynn Riza Meyer Roza stepped back as Nike stepped forward, the boy crowding her personal space. The brunette toggled between two strategies. She could go about this as if this was a joke between friends thus allowing her the opportunity into his weak points. Or, what she wanted to leave as a last resort, scaring him in some way then run away with her tail between her legs. She didn't know if he was a meister, a weapon, witch, or whatever else roamed around in their world. Knowledge was sufficient in order to avoid acting like the dumb asses who are impulsive. The blonde made her skin crawl, and not in a good way; He was...a loser.
"...Busy yourself with your drink, pretty boy," Roza delivered her half-assed replied, cheeks still aflame under the neon lights. Her mind blanked, unable to figure out any more to say, too confused and indecisive about her next two steps. It was either him or her falling on their a**...
'He doesn't know who he's messing with... I'm not a bimbo free to taunt and coddle... I am Rozalynn.... I am not a pet nor am I a girl who laid down and barked...' She sent a heated glare his way, that cool little cockroach... He was not going to do her in. He was losing.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:03 pm
 Shiro walked in to the club with a black silk suit, shirt, and tie. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, to which the bartender replied with the same old "You aren't old enough" speech. To which the demon replied with: I'll have you know that i am over 200 years old. The bartender nodded slowly finally realizing that the man was one of the demons that were now present at death city. Shiro recieved his drink and stood against a wall, watching the younger people as they mingled and partied, occasionally sipping his drink.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:06 pm
Nike Vlahakis ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ He could see it clearly now that his joke was taking into account. Either it was making her uncomfortable or she was struggling with the question. She bored him though, not really the reaction that he had in mind. By now the girls would have been all over him or either they ran. But this gal was undeceive. At first glance she seemed like a intelligent girl but to think she was a bit bipolar was pitiful. Nike backed away two steps and turns away from her. On the other hand she did look cute up close. There was another possibility that this girl was just another all talk and no show.
"Pretty? Me? Haha maybe. Well then fare ye well lady with no name." As he heads back to the bar counter. He could see in the distance one of the guards was making his way towards Nike. It was either go with the flow or find an exit. Then an idea came to his mind. He could use this girl as a decoy for a bit and submerge his presence of underage from the security for now. With that thought in mind he walked back towards the girl and took her by the hand. He whispered to her before she could panic. "Looks like they caught on to us, play along and we both get out without trouble."
OCC: ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ "I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind." [ Soul Wave • Normal ]
[ Location • ______
[ Mood • Neutral ]
[ Partner • ______ ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:28 pm
Rozalynn Riza Meyer An eyebrow was covertly raised as the stare-down suddenly ended. The meister's sudden decline in amusement was sort of a low blow for the brunette. Not challenging supremacy between the two of them was not how most conversations ended, especially when it was a guy. She was certain Nike's previous retorts would continue leaping from regal lips. The tension abruptly died, and the girl was basking in unsettling confusion. Yes, Roza was confused by the young man--not sure if he was as young as his demeanor led her to believe. The demon weapon counted her silent blessings while she watched him retreat. She may be hotheaded, but she grasped the concept of arguments. She wasn't calling this a victory. Who would use free time to argue like children when both of them were at least old to the point their decisions mattered.
Brown eyes were lured to the bar, unknowingly watching the blond in his retreat. She noticed the black haired man ordering a drink then with a sudden lost of interest, she busied her eyes with skimming over the heads and bodies in the room. Her older brother was among the bodies. The jerk promised to be her damage control. He was useless at his task. She wasn't supposed to be regretting snapping and acting as if she was in the wrong. She merely handled responses at her expense cruelly.
"What--?" Roza pipped up as a hand slidding in hers distracted her from her moving thoughts. The young woman's confused eyes softened before the color glowed, alert. Subtly, she craned her head in the direction where men of security emerged. They had to be for Nike and the other dumb underaged drinkers. Roza was safe. Who would believe little Miss Punctual was drinking with the masses? She wasn't like the teens her age with no lives. Still... deep down, even if she turned Nike in, she might face regret burying in the pit of her stomach. He might be the type to throw her into his dirty work one way or another.
"...My name is Rozalynn Meyer..." The British-American announced, easing the two of them from the bar so she could get a good look on her ever-changing surroundings. "Are you weapon or meister? Will you be able to defend yourself?" She asked, a serious visage overcoming her countenance.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:54 pm
Shiro's attention was caught by the moving security guards. Tracing the route they seemed to be taking, his eyes came to a stop at the bar, which two young looking people were moving quickly away from. He smirked slightly. 'that looks like it could turn fun soon' he thought.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 8:10 pm
Nike Vlahakis ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ There was something oddly different about this place now. It seemed the party room just reeled in a big fish, the presence was either a Demon or a High ranking Meister. Either way, this wasn't the time to be questioning. He remained calm as much as possible, even though he knew he could get away with just one drink. There was a chance that the others would not sit so still if they were to be captured. Trying to make out the best choice within a second time frame. He lets go of the girl's hand and obtain his original poseur of a usual customer. The distance between the guard was closing in a stable pace. He had thought the crowd was worthless, but now it was a great advantage.
"Good to meet you Rozalynn Meyer." pronouncing her name with a British accent. Taking a quick glance with the corner of his eye, he saw the guard stop to take a call. "I am what you can say a Meister for now." He took her by the hands and pulls her in and danced a bit to blend in with the party. "Defend myself yes. Avoiding suspension, questionable." The guard ended his call and resumed his path towards the group of drinkers at the bar and then looks over to Nike and Rozalynn. He stared at them for a few minutes before a straying his attention to the party. Nike heard the guard made a return call about clearance and that everything is under control before leaving back to his post. Slowly they came to a stop before he lets go of Rozalynn. "Sorry about that,Sorry about that[color=gold]its harder to deal with DMA then with these guards[c/olor]. I believe I didn't introduce myself yet. I am Nike Vlahakis."
OCC: ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ "I must be cruel only to be kind;
Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind." [ Soul Wave • Normal ]
[ Location • ______
[ Mood • Neutral ]
[ Partner • ______ ]
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 8:30 pm
Shiro sighed quietly as the guards gave up their chase of the blonde and brunette. That's no fun. he muttered. The black haired boy held his drink up and dropped it, still full of the alcohol. This didn't last long, however, as sand shot up from around his ankles and grabbed the drink a few inches from the ground in the form of a hand. The hand made of the multitude of tiny grains floated upwards until it reached the height of his hip. Shiro crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall with a bored look. He watched the bar, thinking of if he should get another drink when he finishes his current one.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2012 8:37 pm
Rozalynn Riza Meyer Rozalynn applauded the male's use of his brain, an organ many men avoid straining. He eyed the crowd as she had been doing; and even though he was touching her again, for the sake of blending in with the vibrating sea, her temper lost its hold on her behaviour. As they duo used the clubbers as an unsuspecting veil, the brunette trusted the taller figure's judgement. If stuck in an open space with a small group of people, Rozalynn wouldn't silently nominate the slender male to watch duty. Then again, he was saving his own a**. She might not even waste a millisecond in joining him in his games any time other than now.
She rolled her eyes at his use of her name. The American girl defeated an irritated glare before it summoned onto her face. She sucked up whining. Catching wind of the rest of Nike's declarations, she tuned her ears then recognised the vibrations and slight crypticness in his voice. Now she was up close to the male, she sensed there was an intriguing yet questionable quirk about him. She couldn't lead her train of thought to a straight path, feeling it diverge off to mingle with the thousands of questions gnawing at her thoughts. The young woman wouldn't let his statements flee her mind so quickly. After the world ended, she might even be twiddling her thumbs until a full explanation was given.
"...DMA..." the British-American muttered under her breath. The boy mentioned one of the academies, or so she assumed that was what he was referring to. He was a young meister. He had to be speaking of it. It was likely the school he was from.
"You have a simple name..." She mused rather than drawing herself into a slight nerd-like state of mind. She stared out of the corner of her eye to monitor the bodies melting around them. She carefully matched the movements of the flowing bodies once they stopped faux-dancing. She would not be caught in a fight. Tonight was not the time for it.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 1:24 pm
Shiro closed his eyes and thought for a moment. I suppose i could introduce myself.. It is good to have acquaintances. he said in a quiet voice before making his way through the crowd, heading towards the blonde and brunette with his floating drink following behind. I take it that you two were the one's security was after? he inquired upon reaching them.
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