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    Call it Purgatory, Because Hell is for Posers.

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    Cailia Hallow
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    Call it Purgatory, Because Hell is for Posers.

    Post by Cailia Hallow on Fri May 01, 2015 1:48 pm

    Time: 11:34 PM
    Date: May 1st, 0005


    She sat poised in a booth in the edges of the club, the constant thrum of the beat knocked against her skull and the tap of er foot showed she might be awake. Anytime anyone strayed too close, her gaze cut through them, letting them know to keep moving. Cailia wasn't in the mood or hadn't been in the mood to entertain guests for a long while though that could be partly her own fault. It was hard to be personable when you had a huge wave of anger wash over you about the simplest thoughts and memories.

    Cailia stretched her arms over the booth's back and crossed a leg over the other and continued to people watch. Personally she despised being too still or quiet, she needed movement and noise to be content or she thought that at least but people had a terrible way of getting to you. But still she had attempted to get out of her own mind by escaping Avalon for the night and going to an old haunt much to her chagrin it wasn't working. Frowning in frustrated she watched the crowd of bodies as many flailed themselves in an attempt of dancing which didn't bring as much amusement as it could've been leaving her too wonder why to even bother with this place. "Hmmmng..." The answer was obvious because it was supposed to be fun but perhaps spending all that damn time on Avalon was skewing her tastes towards watching people who could dance better make fools of themselves. 

    The only plus really of the evening was the fact that she had remained unbothered by anything drunk which allowed her to judge and domainate her small corner undisputed. So that was a plus at least, she never bothered the "Queen" of the club so that was also a good thing. From what she had heard no one had a good time if they fucked with Aria. If she were still inclined to be a little shit might've contested that, but she already had a throne too look after and wasn't keen on usurping a vicious overseer.
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    Re: Call it Purgatory, Because Hell is for Posers.

    Post by Arro on Mon Sep 19, 2016 3:26 am

    High up and sequestered in a vacant end of the bar was a tall leonine creature lost in shadow, his red body camouflaged against the moody lighting. Arro leaned against the third floor railing, talons reflexively tightening against the metal structure as he gazed into the school of bodies swirling below. The mass of multi-cultural organisms convulsed to the music, expanding and contracting like bait fish shrinking and twirling away from a circling shark. He shuffled above them, languidly swishing his tail against the sleek anti-bacterial scrubbed floor, eyes darting from one bobbing head to the next like a tiger judging the health of the deer in a herd. He had a bowl of something bright aqua blue by his side that he occasionally darted a tongue into. He'd judged it on the first lap to taste like decayed citrus fruit soaked with acid, yet with the aid of confused taste buds and distracted eyes he'd absentmindedly managed to diminish the bowl's contents to a third of it's original holdings. Opposite the bowl a long pinky talon habitually tapped to the low-key electronic music pulsing out of the walls. The song didn't elicit much of an emotion from him, it was inoffensive, not too fast or slow, nor too loud to make conversation impossible for those tucked away into the seated alcoves, but just lively enough that you could move any way you liked to it.

    Growing bored by the repetitious display, Arro's eyes rose from the lower dance floor to the encircling levels above where he spotted a vaguely familiar face. He didn't know Cailia well but that was still more than he could say for any of the strangers below.

    Arro tipped his weight over the rail, abandoning his strange drink and landing in neat cat-like fashion on the lower floor. Several patrons to either side of him balked and stumbled backwards at his sudden appearance but the freely flowing alcohol helped to stymie the extent of their surprise. He smiled thinly to disarm any lingering hints of panic and quickly left their presence, circling around the floor to where Cailia lounged in her private alcove. With her boots up and her arms dominating the booth backing the young women oozed an excess of comfortable apathy. He eyed her as she shot warning looks at several passersby who came too close, but Arro approaching from the opposite direction on padded feet managed to enter her wide bubble of personal space without crossing paths with the dirty looks.

    "Hey Cailia," he rumbled, his voice operating on a tenor that broke through the throbbing music. "You alright? I assumed people came to these places for fun but you look like you'd rather burn the building down."

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