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Post by empathkat on Oct 15, 2007 19:13:14 GMT -5
It was a nice night, one where she didn't have to worry about her mother or much of anything for the time being. Tara sat at her booth, back pressed against the wall while her legs ran out along the booth itself. Sandals laid upon her bare feet as she idly played around as she waited for Becca to show up. There was no doubt in Tara's mind that she would arrive, they both seemed to need a slight night outside the hive, or at least away from Scott. A soft laugh passed her lips from the thought and her hands came to flatten her white shirt than clung to her torso as if it would live longer that way. Wrapped around her legs was a skirt holding markings similar to a birch tree and the fabric was loose as it hung over the side of the booth and reached down to her ankles. Blond hair pulled neatly back into pig tails as they hung on either side of her head. White balls resting upon both of the scrunchies and as Tara sat there, she could have cared less about the looks she got for how she looked. Sapphire orbs rested within her sockets, black mascara lined just around on her skin, brightening the orbs as she stared at the patrons around. Lips painted blood red while her fingernails were a midnight black.
Batting her eyes a few times, she looked around the crowd for her drinking buddy, knowing soon she'll be arriving, of course Tara had already ordered a round for both of them. Tara was hoping they'd arrive the moment Becca would, but sometimes this club was slow on drinks and tonight seemed to be one of those nights as people crowded around the bar and on the dance floor. Their gyrating was rather nauseous for Tara, but she tried not to watch them and merely listened to the music that played and let it sooth her ragging mind.
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Post by doomdog on Oct 15, 2007 22:09:03 GMT -5
The slow gait was tantalizing as the silk-like fabric pulled against his chest as he strode across the room. Slowly, pale blue pools appraised every face, a frown pulling upon his lips, trying his hardest all the while to restrain from letting his teeth protrude. The dress pants were slack against the alabaster flesh, cold and hard as stone. His eyes, the thing that drew you the most, were held in a terribly bored expression as he entered the vacinity, pausing on the threshold to frown upon to ever-deflating state of society. Drinkers... he scoffed to himself, sneering nearly at the impossible aspect of fining yourself helplessly intoxicated fun in any light. Although, alcohaul did hold a certain taste for him. Finally, he smiled a drop-dead gorgeous crooked smile, that may simply make your heart sputter. Dark chocolate mane framed his face, hanging down just below his ears. Stepping from the shadows of the canopy of the door, he saunted to his leizure to the bar, where he swiftly ordered a glass of champagne. Considering the traffic, he got his drink midly fast, freeing himself from a barstool and headed to the booth area, where he sat himself at a table roughly 2 tables from the blonde.
He frowned as he gazed about. Seeing the blonde, he couldn't resist chuckling softly. The girl looked like one of the dumb blondes from the many movies he'd seen. At the thought of such things, he couldn't resist the mental image of this girl haplessly drunk beyond comprehension, and stumbling aroung like an imbecile. Hidden beneth his lashes, Nathan rolled his eyes half-heartedly, sipping the champagne eaily as a smile crept upon his face. Orbs stayed to the window, where the moonlight poured in relentlessly, as if to battle to poor lighting within the bar. He so dearly wished he could sit outside in the crisp air at some cemetary to prey on an unsuspecting victim, yet he knew the scenario to be fulite. He couldn't ever feed on humans. Ever. With the thought, he shook his head. Lifting a hand, he ran it through his mess of bangs, tilting his head back. He had a headache, and Nathan was utterly exhausted from the day's activities. He wanted to go home. The music, so obnoxious and poppy, he took out a CD player, and began to relax to something classical... calm his nerves. [/size][/color] |
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Post by becca on Oct 16, 2007 5:33:24 GMT -5
Becca was running late, she'd been piecing her philosophy book back together after the incident in the forest with Link and Jessica. She pushed the crowd of people, she didn't have to look, she already knew where Tara would be. In there booth as usual. Becca decided for casual today, she wasn't here to club just to drink. She slowed her pace as she came upon the table Tara was seated at. She tilted head allowing her curled dirty blonde hair to slide over her shoulder and frame the right side of her face.
She wore her favorite low rider jeans that were tight around her hips, her feet dressed with soft leather ankle boots and her acid green tube top pressed around her to match the red streaks. She slid into the booth her lips painted black to match the neon green and black streaks in her hair. Her nails were painted black and green. She shifted her blue eyes to stare at her nails.
"One of these days I'm going to start doing mood colors."She looked down and noticed that Tara had ordered her favorite drink, she couldn't help but smile. "Sorry I'm late Queeny I had to piece together the book like I said I'd do. It took longer than I thought, stupid Link I swear." She said as she got comfortable crossing her ankles and lounging in the booth cradling her drink against her naked stomach next to her green and black belly button ring. The wetness from the side of the drink cooling her heated flesh.
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Post by empathkat on Oct 16, 2007 15:42:09 GMT -5
Idly watching the crowd, Tara began to notice a boy that stuck out like a sore thumb and her head tilted idly, watching his movements. Some reason he didn't seem to truly belong here and as she watched him order a drink, her attention was distracted as Becca arrived. Giving a smile, she let her sapphire orbs move to rest upon Becca's figure, "Took you long enough," she stated with a soft laugh. Tara tried not to mind the boy anymore as her hand reached out for her drink, snaking her fingers around the glass before lifting it to her lips. Idly listening to Becca, Tara found her eyes staring out and no longer seeing the boy she was watching. Setting the glass down, her eyes fixated back on Becca, "What's done is done, as long as you got what you needed, no," she smiled brightly. Now that she was Queen, Tara never took the time to dwell on the past, it was always the present and future she concentrated on, everything else was old news.
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Post by doomdog on Oct 17, 2007 11:25:32 GMT -5
Ocean-tinted pools flickered open, somewhat in a daze. He had closed his eyes, and lost imself in the music. Sighing, he removed the headphones, only to have the club music nearly imobilize him. Nathan gathered his calm swifty as he felt the twitch of his lips, fearing, very rarely, the worst that could happen if he dared to loose control. Nathan sighed, pushing himself in one fluid, jaw-dropping motion, from the table. He seemed to brighten at the aspect of messing with some unsuspecting drunk women, using his nearly undeniable allure to capture them. Capture... he laughed aloud at the thought.
Nathan moved with unconcious grace towards the dancefloor, smirking to himself as he passed Tara's table. A chill caressed his spine as he felt her eyes upon him, and grimmacing, continued on. When he was sure of his distance from he, her replaced his usual emotionless mask with a bright, happy one. And for a moment, Nathan made it appear as if he belonged. Swiftly, he leapt into the bedlam which was the floor, took a girl from her charge, and spun her around with such grace such was bedazzled for a moment. Nathan inhaled, tasting her scent with relish. He was going to feed well tonight. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by becca on Oct 17, 2007 18:58:16 GMT -5
She dug her nails into the table as he passed. The hair on the back of her neck rose as she followed his movements with her pale blue eyes. Becca fought to tear her gaze away from the unnaturally graceful man to stare at Tara. Snatching a napkin out of the dispenser on the table she dabbed at her forehead, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Now that she was aware of him it was almost impossible to relax.
"Queeny.." She wanted to ask about him but thought it best to ignore it. She shifted before slipping her legs under the table to rest on the chair opposite her. Stupid...she slowly began to calm down as she drank the liquid killer inside the cup while watching Queeny a small tired smile on her face.
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Post by empathkat on Oct 18, 2007 21:12:23 GMT -5
Looking at Becca, a soft smile pressed to her lips until Tara looked back out at the crowd and began to notice Nathan once again. Her teeth began to nibble upon her lower lip as she watched him, head tilting to her left in curiousity. There was certainly something different about this man, the way he moved was oddly graceful and it was oddly attractive for Tara. Shaking her head, she pulled her gaze away from him than looked over at Becca as she spoke than only stopped. Giving a soft laugh, she couldn't help but look back out at the guy, "I have no clue, but I think he's rather cute." The moment she realized what she had said, she gave out a giggle and grabbed her drink and smirked as she looked at Becca, "I guess the alcohol is working, huh?" she said joking. Taking a long drink, she tried to ignore Nathan now, she didn't want to get invovled, there were to many things to have someone like him around to get her mixed up.
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Post by doomdog on Oct 18, 2007 22:01:05 GMT -5
Nate's lips twitched, allowed pearls to flash in the dim club lights. Pale rain-embossed pools flickered over to glare upon the woman and he companion. He flung the girl away from him, noting just barely the sudden depression which seemed to overcome her. She was, obviously, sad that this "gorgeous" man had noticed some other girl. Oh, Nathan had noticed the idiot blonde and the other idiot blonde, staring at him continuously. Now, Nathan was accustomed to attractive girls staring at him, but this... was... well, it gave him a weird feeling. But he kinda smiled at it. It was new. And then he scowled, and began to walk, with so much grace he'd have knocked you out had anyone been paying attention.
His stone-cold hand, harder than granite, pressed lightly onto the table as he stood above the two women, a genteel aura pulsing about him. His eyes had turned warm, as if liquid turquoise, a smile spreading across his face. And though you had expected it, his voice was so soft, yet to overpowering, your head just may spin. "I noticed you two ladies looking at me. I wonder why?" [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by becca on Oct 18, 2007 22:47:35 GMT -5
Rabecca settled once more against the back of the booth crossing her ankles and resting the chilled glass upon the bare flesh of her stomach quickly wetting it. She slid her gaze over to Tara watching her fixate her gaze upon the handsome male gliding across the floor, to perfect to be real.
She was almost mesmerized but she knew a lie when she saw one, it was the only thing that saved her from falling into the walking trap that was his body. She half heartedly rolled her head to one side watching Tara's lips move and listening, she felt drugged and nodded in agreement. "Thats right.." she started sluggishly "The alcohol is working."
She tore her gaze away from Tara hearing the impudent tapping of his feet as he came ever closer, even through the blaring music his body seemed on an entirely different frequency. She sretched rippling the muscles in her abdomen and getting more comfortable. She wasn't startled when he came to there table, infact she'd been expecting it. She heard his voice as if in a dream. Oh yes, the alcohol was definatly working.
She leaned up spilling all those carefree curls around her face and shoulders. She reached a hand out and pressed a finger to his chilled flesh. For some reason she had the strongest desire to speak french, so she shrugged and did what her momentary lose of control allowed. "Quand a orné avec telle beauté l'un ne peut pas aider mais peut dévisager""When graced with such beauty one can not help but stare." She stated cooly in picking up the glass and drinking the dregs of the bronze liquid down.
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Post by empathkat on Oct 18, 2007 23:04:22 GMT -5
No longer watching him, Tara looked at Becca as she spoke and gave a soft laugh and than she felt it. The man she was staring at was annoyed and Tara let her eyes close as his feet tapped within the air, just beneath the roar of the music. He spoke, not showing his feelings beneath, not showing his irratation or annoyance. Tara's fingers began to twitch idly and as Becca spoke, her words spilling out to the world in a new language. Keeping her eyes close, she could have cared less and just as her eyes opened, she stared at Nathan with a soft smile pressed to her lips, "Yes, you stick out like a large pimple waiting to be popped," her words coursed with her own irratation, the irratation of finding this...thing attractive.
Her eyes slowly turned into a glare as she stared at the man that stood there, acting as if he was all that mattered in this club. Slowly, her left hand began to crush the bottle wrapped between her fingers, the sound of crushing glass filling the air as the cracks slowly began to show. "So, do you always toss away girls like that or just the ones you find useless?" Tara hissed at Nathan. There was no real reasoning for this sudden change, perhaps Tara just being Tara, it was very hard to tell. With a quick roll of her eyes, Tara began to slide out of the booth, "We're going, we have no time for pigs." Harsh words, yet she meant them as she pushed by Nathan.
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Post by doomdog on Oct 25, 2007 16:15:43 GMT -5
To say the least, Nathan was apalled. He asked her a question, and that was it! Well... it was his lie to himself, anyhow. Her words attacked him, really, truly hurt him. Why? Well, had Nathan not been in a bar he'd have snarled, and ran after her, demanding how high she thought she might be when he dislodged her eyes from thier sockets. Yet he knew he didn't want to. Nathan? I, not wanting to inflict harm? he thought to himself, mortified. His eyes narrowed, lips pulling up fully. Pissed. Off. His fangs were large, an opaque colored liquid seeped from his gums about the area where the teeth had exposed themselves, a clear sign of how much she had dislodged his patience, and self-control. Now, the entire bar was in peril. Congradulations, lady.
"Continue to walk, you ostenacious self-absorbed harlot. I give you less than a week until your pregnant again." he snarled, and turned on his heel, though paused to flash an angelic smile at Rabecca for he left, not wanting anymore of the stupid female which altered his perception a dangerous lot. [/blockquote] |
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Post by empathkat on Oct 27, 2007 23:54:24 GMT -5
As she walked away, Nathan's words caught up with her and she stopped dead in her tracks. "Again," she hissed coldy as she turned around and stared directly at the man that dared to speak like that to her, "Again! You stuck up lil' prick, who do you honestly think you are, hm?" Tara began to move towards him now, even in her anger, she felt an odd attraction to him. He spoke to her like no one else would have dared and it was...relaxing. An odd feeling indeed, but she couldn't help it and as she stood just feet from him, her blue eyes stared at him, "At least I have the beauty to get the opposite sex, what do you do, go hom and let your hand feel you up?" she laughed coldly at him, "You'd be lucky if you could even get a girl pregnant."
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Post by becca on Nov 2, 2007 14:31:02 GMT -5
Becca slid an arm around Tara's waist and chuckled. "Now now children. Lets not fight I'm starting to get a headache." She said as she lifted Tara off her feet with one arm and turned around moving Tara with her and setting her down again so that her back was to Nathan. "There like the view better Queeny?" she said quietly as she looked over her shoulder and flashed Nathan one of her own adorable angelic smiles leaving her blue eyes glittering mischievously.
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