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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 4:53 pm
It'd been for the laughs, really. The place had been abandoned for... Christ. Years. It used to be in full swing when she was younger, and she'd run down to see the cheap movies with her student ID that were showing at hours that normally required her to be in classes. But the people selling tickets didn't care, or at least, most of them stopped giving her a look and calling the cops.
Entering the cobweb and dust covered lobby, mostly void of the old glitz and glam that once sat there, was a strange sensation. A few old movie posters were still stuck around, though most were lost under years of graffiti and being torn down to sell or collect.
She hopped up onto the counter of the concession stand, the metal of her skirt cage clinking against the surface. Her feet swung as she looked around. Would be kinda cool, if someone ever came in and fixed the place ******** eyes narrowed, and she bristled, looking about. A corrupt aura hit her radar, and it wasn't far off. In the building? She'd made some noise getting through the boards on the doors, so likely they'd know she was there--besides her energy signature. Or were they still outside?
kuropeco
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 5:04 pm
He'd spent another fruitful evening draining energy at the club, Gadolinite well pleased with his new abilities. No one ever thought to look twice at strange outfits in a place where most people were dressed in strange outfits, which meant that it had been easy - and productive - to simply pass behind people, siphoning off energy here and there.
When he'd gotten enough, he'd left, slipping out before he could be noticed and taking temporary refuge in an abandoned movie theater that was long since gone to the dogs. He was inside of it, ignoring the dust and the boarded up windows and the debris, Gadolinite sitting with his feet up on the chair in front of him.
An aura hit his - he could feel it, white and bright and most certainly Order, but no stronger than his own. Slowly he lowered his feet and then stood, yawning, Gadolinite stretching and flipping his hair back away from his back, an almost bored expression on his face.
Maybe it would be someone interesting this time.
No matter, he would just wait for them.
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:33 pm
Hunting it was.
She hopped down from her perch, hood up, and began to stalk the main halls of the theater. Once thriving arteries that filtered viewers in and out of the main lobby, they now stood empty save trash and debris. She paused near the doorway to each show room, trying to determine if inside was the source of the energy she felt.
When she felt confident it wasn't the room she stood at, she continued on, heels making little sound against the worn and torn carpet.
It was at length that she finally found the place. She paced down the long hall silently, eyes bright as she scanned the dim front of the room as it became revealed to her as she neared the bottom of the slope of the raised seats.
Of course, when she finally got into a position where she could see the black, green, and purple figure, she stopped immediately. Hood up, she peered out at them--him?--and after a moment of silence, tilted her head, slowly moving out into a more open section of the show room.
She wasn't in a good position to just... attack. Much has her fingers itched to curl into fists, she resisted. She'd get her fight soon enough.
"Hell of a place for a corrupt to hide."
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2017 3:24 pm
He felt the power signature shift, though he couldn't tell where it was going or where it had come from, just that it was near. The fact that it was relatively strong in nature - not in level - meant that the proximity was likely either outside of the building somewhere, such as the roof, or perhaps in another room, lurking about.
Gadolinite wasn't worried. He simply stood there, examining his nails as the energy grew stronger and stronger until there was a visible movement somewhere in the doorway and then at the top of the aisle, his expression calm, relaxed, almost bored.
"Hiding means fear," he said airily, fanning his fingers out to the side and looking at them. "I am not afraid."
He turned to look, finally, and of course it was an Order brat. They were everywhere, like cockroaches, like fleas; Gadolinite felt his lip curl in amusement, his expression one of slow entertainment rather than anything else.
"Hell of place for Order to slum," he added loftily. "You always come to place like this?"
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