Chris sat at a table at the bar area of the club, waiting for his band members to arrive to join him for a drink before they look for somewhere they could stay that night. The pale blue eyed male looked over at the door to see if they were walking in but all he saw was two goth chicks walk in. “Looks like I picked the right place.” Chris said softly with a german accent as he finished his glass of straight vodka he ordered while he was waiting. One of the waiters walked up to his table and asked if he would like a refill, the vampire shook his head before glancing back at the entrance. “I think I’m going to dance for a bit.” He said before he got up. Chris made his way to the dance floor just as another song came on, this one was more up beat and to his liking. The vampire closed his eyes and let the music take a hold of his body.
Where: Club Noir With: No one Who is he: Chris Bloodlust: % Feeling: Relaxed OOC:
Posted: Tue Mar 02, 2021 5:01 pm
Octavia Vonheimer
Octavia is Chris's daughter. She was thought dead, from a fire that happened when she was younger, but was very much alive. She had been living in the woods after she thought her father was also dead. She'd heard rumors lately that he'd moved to L.A. after killing a lot of people. She was outside of the club, digging in the trash around the time the club started to close in the form of a wolf pup, which looked a lot like her father's but with crimson colored highlights.
Hunter was walking the night streets not having any place in particular to go. He just like the night sky and the cool night breeze. It was a rather peaceful night. Many of the shops were closed for the night traffic was a minimal amount. there were a few bars and nightclubs open for business but he wasn't one for a party life. He walked by the bars and could hear the music being played.
Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2021 8:45 pm
Laine Stiles
Laine sauntered down the desolate LA night streets, absentmindedly kicking a rock as she strolled along. Usually by this time, she'd find a place to crash or at least take refuge in an open nightclub. She had a fake id on her so getting into a bar or anything require an id was no problem. She never traveled with anyone, but would chameleon her way into young teen groups just to avoid attraction. However, she did know the basics of defending herself so if it came down to it she could fight; or at the very least flee. Although Laine was considered a "runaway" she hardly stood out in crowd. She ran away from relatives that wanted to take her in after her father's death. It's not because they cared, more like they're vultures and need the extra income. It wouldn't matter anyway since she has now turned eighteen. Hooray! Happy Crappy Birthday to me, she thought rolling her eyes at the notion. The only reason she was on the streets was because she didn't want to end up in another abusive household.
Her father was a local police officer, and despite him defending the law; he took his stress and anger out on her. Every night when he came home he'd grab a beer from the fridge and start ranting about his dreadful day. That ranting turned to raging which eventually turned her into his personal punching bag. She'd cover the bruises with makeup when she attended school to protect his reputation. Luckily, she ditched school once he died and reclaimed her freedom once and for all! Triumph! He ended being murdered at the hands of the rouge vampire that had slaughtered over a hundred people. She wished she had the chance to meet him and thank him for his ideology. None of those people meant anything to her so their lives were insignificant, who needed them anyway, right?
Laine hugged her jacket close to her as a cool breeze swept through the area. She didn't have any other clothes besides these ones she had ran away in. She wore chunky platform sneakers that were white with a small pink stripe around the rim. Knee high white socks with two pink stripes at the top complimented her footwear. She wore faded black shorts with some rips and fayed sections in them. Her light grey T-shirt hugged her small frame while her oversized custom-made letterman jacket draped over her like a security blanket. The exterior of the jacket was pink while the arms were white. Pink was practically her signature color, plus it made her beach blonde hair and bright blue eyes stand out. To anyone passerby's she looked like an ordinary young adult heading off to some community college. She used her adolescence to her advantage too, sometimes to get food or money. She resorted to pick-pocketing most of the time though to remind inconspicuous.
Laine stopped in front of a shady bar, her favorite kind, and decided to go in at least until she gets warm enough to venture out again. On the side of the bar, she noticed a child digging through the trash, but ultimately decided to ignore her. Nothing good would happen with bringing a child into her business, it's not like she could provide for her anyway. After bypassing the Bouncer, she swaggered onto the dance floor as strobing lights practically blinded her. The music was some bland techno mixed with metal. A goth man not far from her sight seemed to be vibing to the beat and she figured she'd discreetly join him. Something about him was inviting so without a word she stood by him and imitated him by closing her eyes and swaying to the music.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2021 2:45 pm
In the far corner of the Club Noir, partially bathed in shadows but intermittently illuminated by the flashing lights, a young man reclined on a sofa in the midst of other club-goers, sipping their beverages and resting from their dancing. He was certainly attractive: his features were boyishly handsome, though his face was thin and the angles of his cheekbones and chin were quite sharp. His hair was a bright, flaming red-but what was rather disconcerting was the fact that it perfectly matched his eerie, bizarrely blood red eyes. Their pupils were large, black and glinted with a sharp, hungry, lupine gleam….and there were times when those looking at them at a passing glance might have sworn that they had become inhuman, reptilian slits. That unnatural redness was only enhanced by the fact that his skin was a shockingly bloodless, bone white, as blankly pale and gleaming as a piece of the finest ivory. It was marred only by the fact that a large, strikingly painful looking pale red scar ran down over one eye and all the way down his cheek, looking as if some sort of blade had left its mark. These striking, bizarre features clearly did not make the youth any less alluring to the young women who had been eagerly drawn to his side. He seemed to exert a peculiar magnetic draw on them that went beyond his handsome exterior. They hung attentively about him, stroking the shoulders of his lean but athletic physique through his finely tailored suit. But though he stroked and petted them in return, his attention was clearly elsewhere, as his eerie blood-red eyes carefully raked over the club dance floor spread out before him. It was true that ever since the Great War, when he had been violently propelled from boyhood into manhood, he had been happy to revel in wine, women and song just to dull his senses to the unrelenting horror of it all. (That, of course, was before he had learned to embrace it.) But his visits to this place were strictly business, on the orders of Comrade General Volokoff, whose ubiquitous eyes were always on him in some capacity. The General regarded clubs such as these with the utmost loathing and contempt. To him they were the perfect embodiment of everything despicable about the West-its decadence, depravity and corruption, the rotting and decaying influence of its obsession with cheap luxury and the mindless glutting of individual appetites into which the docile and blinkered masses thoughtlessly threw themselves. But they were still the ideal spot for his foot soldiers to either recruit or simply to sustain themselves-because no one thought twice when someone left and never returned. It was also a location where the vampires of the city were known to gather. A brief conversation with any of them determined who was a potential ally, and who was adversarial or reluctant, so that they could be summarily dealt with accordingly. He knew that lurking in the street outside, his burly associate Colonel Igor Krakovsky was waiting in the event that some extra brute force was necessary. The man remained a course, rough and ferocious Cossack to the very end, and the very thought of setting foot in anything as civilized as a nightclub would have provoked only his greatest disgust, so he was probably knocking back a large bottle of Stolichnaya or two in order to amuse himself. Chernaev’s eyes narrowed as they settled upon what looked to be a young girl swaying in the middle of the dance floor. As much as he always gloated over the attention he received from the intoxicated young ladies of the evening hanging about his shoulders, the truth was that they were far from the General’s first choice when it came to potential recruits. While they were capable of making just about anyone into a loyal and obedient foot soldier, few prospects were more ideal or more tempting than those presented by young people of a relatively clear head and sober mind. As long as they weren’t too far gone into pure debauchery, it made them considerably easier to influence. The best crops, after all, came from the most fertile soil. Then, of course, there was the man who was dancing in close proximity to her. His complexion and the colour of his eyes left no doubt as to what he was. Chernaev gently rebuffed his disappointed young female admirers and crept across the floor to where the two of them were dancing. A cryptic, unctuous smile crept across his bone-white face. “Good evening. I hope the two of you are not enjoying yourselves so much that you would be unwilling to partake in some brief conversation?”, his smoothly Russian-accented voice purred.
Junko stood at the bar of club noir. She waved down a bartender and asked for her favorite, Vodka with cranberry, Her heavy accent coming out when she spoke. Her eyes watching the man for a moment. Her mismatch tails swayed to the side for a moment. One tail was black and the other white. She turned around and looked around the club. There were few places that were filled with darkness. They seemed to be filled with other people. Her eyes scanning for a place to sit. Her ears twitched. Where to sit? She thought as she looked around. She sighed as she turned back to the bar to check on how her drink was coming along. The bartender already placing the glass near her. She could dance, but her weapons would be a problem. It wasn't right to get on the dance floor with swords on her back. She couldn't just take them off and leave them for someone else to take. They were gifts from her adoptive father. She took the glass and brought it to her lips. She took a sip of the drink, She turned around again to look at the dance floor. Her tails twitching. There were few she had noticed but thought nothing of those few, for now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2021 5:51 am
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Chris opened his eyes just in time to see the blond make her way towards him and watched as she started to move her body to the beat. A soft smile slowly came to his black-painted lips as he closed his eyes once again and continued to move to the music that was booming from the speakers. Not too long after the female showed up, he heard a male speak, which made his eyes opened again. 'Oh, he is a redhead.' The vampire thought, trying not to blush, "I don't mind a chat." He told him. After Chris was finished speaking, he saw a neko, 'I love this club, all kinds of creatures are welcome here.' The smile grew just a bit as he thought that.
Where: Club Noir With A female and male Whi is he: Chris Bloodlust: 5% Feeling: Excited Ooc: Sorry for the long wait
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2021 11:24 am
Laine Stiles
Laine didn't emerge from her almost hypnotic dancing until two voices broke the trance. She was cursing at herself for responding so quickly because now she couldn't play the intoxicated card to avoid conversation. She glanced up at the suave redhead eager to talk to them which aroused suspicious. He was dressed far to eccentric for a hole-in-the-wall night club until he was selling some paraphernalia. Still, a person's clothing, hairstyle, and stance told a lot about them and this guy was way to confident to be some dopy drug dealer. Maybe he's a pimp? She could see from not to far off their was a string of young women begging for his return. Regardless, whatever he was, she found his presence unnerving. Luckily, the goth guy standing next to her spoke up but he was far to friendly towards the stranger. Perhaps he has nothing to lose or maybe that's just his quirk, "living on the wild side."
Laine decided the best decision was for her to play it off and use the goth male to her advantage. Instinctively, she slipped her petite hand into his and smiled flirtatiously. Damn, this dude's hand is freezing! She thought to herself as a shiver surged through her spine. The gripping the goth's hand a little tighter determined not to release it until the redhead goes ahead. Hopefully, he'd understand her sudden invasion of space as a protection tactic and not jerk away. If he did react defensively she could play dumb and state that she thought he was her boyfriend because they look so much alike. Smirking lightly, she looked into the redhead's reptilian-looking eyes and replied, "We have a few minutes to spare..." This insinuated that they had somewhere to be so he'd better hurry up with his sale's pitch.
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2021 11:29 am
Viktor, nestled in his office hidden from the prying eyes of his customers, he sat behind a desk made of a deep and dark mahogany. He was smoking a cigarette while he read a book. "I need to check on the party-goers before doing paperwork." The vampire sighed as he put out the rest of the cigarette and got up from his chair. "Maybe I can find someone to feed on while I'm at it." He said softly before leaving his office and locking the door.
The taxi made a purr like noise as it slowly came to a stop about a block from Club Noir. Prompted by the driver a tall, thin man in some 3 three piece suit and backpack exited. setting a cigarette into his mouth lazily the light off of a nearby streetlight shined onto his pale skin and rust like hair a bit wild as he fumbled to get the cash.
"S***." Julian hissed, trying not to chew on his cig. He had accidentally grabbed too much money when he raced to LA. Sighing, the ginger cracked his jaw and tapped on the hood impatiently.
"Well, ain't this ya lucky day? Here, keep the change."
Before the driver could say anything Julian tossed more than enough money to pay for the fare and seemingly vanished. ---
Power walking to the club Julian acted normal enough as when conjuring a flame from his finger tips many would've assumed he had a lighter. when a bouncer tried to stop him to check his ID he chuckled.
"Ah right. You know it's been way too long since I've been asked that. And wouldn't you know that I don't have it with me. Oh well, what's done is done.." Julian paused for a couple of moments, snapping his fingers to then pull a Ben Franklin bill from behind the bouncer's ear.
"And there's more to come by, buddy o' pal, if you avert your eyes this one time, I'm in a bit of a hurry." ---
As he stepped into the club he made a beeline to the bar, keeping an eye out for his target's familiar mug. With his foot tapping along to the music Julian waved down the bartender.
"Yo, this is a goth place right? Got any Bloody Marries, hold the booze?" Julian asked, pausing for a solid ten seconds before chuckling as he realized how stupid that sounded, "S***, no I apologize. That was dumb. I meant to say tomato juice with a stalk of celery... please? It's been one hell of an afternoon."
He then noted another patron next to him and gave a little nod before surveying the area one more time. Perhaps this time it could be classified as misfortune that he caught sight of a familiar vampire...
"Chris..." He snarled.
So he HAD come back to the states after making him do all the cleaning back in NYC decades ago? Oh no. That was not to do. However as soon as he had spotted him some guy who was already covered in women in the shadowed corner of the club seemed to call him over. Flexing his hand for a moment Julian pondered on whether or not attack from behind.
Alas, while tempting, the redhead was not privy to this area or who controlled it per say though rumors whispered ideas of the supposed kingpin due to his line of work. Again though, it would be a major pain if he got swarmed if he didn't play by the rules for now. Luckily the bartender tapped on his shoulder before the tall ginger could overthink for some wacky hijinks that was sure to bite him later on. ---
With a tall glass in hand with a stalk of celery Julian continued to keep an eye on the vampire until it was blatant that he was gonna try and flirt with the shadowed man.
Oh Chris... feeling a headache come along the redhead muttered an incantation under his breath. The spell itself is comparable to a simple homing device, though the target themselves may or may not have felt it's attachment to them.
Now with a sense of less urgency the the humanoid looked and walked around until he saw a flight of stairs. Curious, Julian skipped every other step with little caution and was a little caught off guard to what he saw. I mean it wasn't every day that a random club would have a piano, especially a beauty like this one. Revealing the keys he halfheartedly decided to play a few notes expecting it to be more of a decoration than actually tuned. Much to his delight the instrument was in perfect condition to play but then looked to his hand.
Taking note at how empty it felt on this floor he off handedly looked around and spotted a nice stool near a window. As he went by to grab it a moment that seemed like movement caught his eye from outside. Taking a bite of the veggie he watched on as a small canine seemed to being riffling through the trash for food.
"Good l- goodness, it's a bit stuffy up here... I bet no one cared if I-."
Turning so that his back was now towards the window a sleek black tendril slithered onto the window, unlocking it and gently pushing it open. With one tendril out now the demon figured there wasn't any harm in the moment and a second one appeared, cradling the drink gently as he grabbed the seat, his now bone white hand still tapping to the echo of a beat. Although it was probably silly to assume that the canine outside would be able to hear Julian liked to pretend that he had some sort of audience as he set the stool up for his drink and sat down.
"Let's see now..." Julian mused, Cracking his knuckles as he tried to remember the tune of one of his favorite songs and when did just that he began to quietly jam to himself before belting out Frank Sinatra's Fly Me to the Moon.
Junko continued to scan the room's various characters. Her eyes scanning the vampire who had sat alone for a while to scanning the dance floor's crowd. Her eyes landing an a small group of three seeming to chat. She took a sip of her drink as her eyes finally landed on a red head hidden in the shadows. She didn't know why, but she got bad vibes from him. Her thirst to kill kicked up a little for a moment as she wandered what he really was doing here. His scent didn't match anything that she had come across. Her thoughts were interrupted when a ginger haired demon walked in. Her eyes moved from the red head to the ginger. She returned the nod and reached into her jacket to pull out a business card, but before she could pull it out, he was gone with his drink. "D***." She muttered under her breath. She was going to give him one of her many business cards in hopes to strike up some kind of business in this town. She had just moved here about a month ago and was finally making an appearance. Her ears twitched as her eyes moved back to the red head hidden in the shadows. He must be a spoiled child. Someone who gets what they want when they want. I feel the nerve to just take him out.... But I have no reason to. He just rubs off the wrong vibes. She thought to herself before her eyes moved elsewhere. Her eyes landing back on the dance floor. She took a couple big swallows of her drink before slamming the glass on the counter. She glanced at the bartender who had made her drink. Okay, gotta talk business with someone. So, whom shall it be tonight. She thought before following the ginger's tracks and going up to the next floor. "Evening." She spoke up as to not spook the man. Her tails wrapped around her hips. She seemed to try and strike conversation with him.
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Location: Club Noir With: A ginger haired demon? Feeling: Wanna be more drunk
Although Julian knew that the woman was coming, not really all that bothered by the sudden appearance of company. He abruptly stopped playing when she did manage to speak up however.
"..." A low growl seemed to trail away as the ginger practically placed head onto the keys for just a moment.
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Julian exhaled with great force, deflating his shoulders, to calm down. He then sat like that for a second while being as quiet as a mouse as if to ruminate for just a moment before springing back to life with a chuckle. The demon's hair becoming becoming even more unkempt than usual.
"Ah, sorry about that... Yes. It is a lovely evening! Is there anything you need? I was under the assu- impression that I would be the only one here due to the lovely dance mixes downstairs." He said with a heavy dose of indifference.
The vampire made his way to the two that we at the piano. "Ah, looks like you have found my piano." He said with a small smile as to not show his fangs, although this was a club/bar welcoming all races. "How are you both enjoying your night so far?" He asked as he leaned on the wall next to the open window. Viktor could tell that the male wasn't human but he didn't want to pry with the Neko close by.
Junko watched how he reacted to her. An eyebrow rose as to question herself what she was seeing. Her ears perked at the new voice. Her eyes moving from the gentleman at the piano to the gentleman at the window. He seemed to be hiding something with his smile. "We got nothing to hide here. I followed you because I saw a possible job opportunity." She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a couple of business cards. "I'm sorry, if I bothered you." She said holding a card out toward the gingered gentleman. "Just trying to promote my business. You know?" She took a couple of steps closer to him, just enough for the card to be barely in his reach when he went to grab for it. She shortly moved to the vampire and gave him the other card. "I will take just about any job you legally can't get done." She said after giving the second card away. She took a sip of her drink as she began heading back towards the stairs.
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Location: Club Noir With: A ginger haired demon? And a vampire. Feeling: Wanna be more drunk
