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Post by ciaran on May 15, 2013 19:20:19 GMT -5
He shifted his weight uneasily. He was in the far back, hiding in a corner with his back against the wall and his hands casually shoved into his skin tight black skinny jeans. He had on a white tanktop, showing off his tattoo sleeves and all the other ink he got done to his body. This time he had left his piercings at home. The only thing that spoke of their existance was the holes where his snakebites were and where he did his ears himself where hidden by his long sideswept brown hair. If one was to look at him, they would probably assume a club wasnt really his scene unless it involved moshing and wall of deaths but nawh, hed kick back open a beer and smoke while listening to pop and hip hop music.
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Post by pagan grace dellarose on May 15, 2013 20:31:19 GMT -5
It wasn't often that the shifter girl even went near a club, especially now that she was rarely allowed outside of Hell. Of course, she wasn't really going of her own volition - she was going on orders, to make it easier for the demons to steal the souls of lustful fools who couldn't take their eyes off of her - idiots, all of them. Her blue eyes slid over the crowd lazily, never once showing her discomfort at such a sheer dress before she moved towards the male she was certain was a vampire - after all, she couldn't help it if she 'accidentally' targeted someone whose soul couldn't be taken, right? Plastering a sultry smile onto her face, she tilted her head and fluttered big blue eyes up towards the male. "Hi there." She murmured softly. "What brings you here?"
When she got back, she was definitely braining Lucius with a frying pan for this harebrained scheme of his. She wasn't going to act like his two-dollar girl, no matter how he threatened her.
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