<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/Dahliaburn.jpg)</div><br/>Something was about to happen.<br/><br/>Some called them punks. Some called them anarchists. Some just called them trouble.<br/><br/>No-one knew the real truth but one didn't have to know that to realise this group weren't good news. Ripped jeans, tattered leather jackets, piercings, tattoos; they weren't exactly the sort of people one was likely to bring home to your parents. Perhaps it was a sad testament to the way we judge people solely on appearance but then again one look into their eyes, into their sneering faces, into their general demeanour would quickly reinforce the point. These were not nice people and even in a place as eclectic as The Faces they stood out. Not that they cared. The group had claimed a corner of the bar as their own, circling round a pool table, harsh looks and words to anyone who dared to come close to them. Their general disdain for everyone else there was immediately apparent, as the strange<em>soulless</em>nature of their eyes.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br/><strong>Location: The Faces nightclub</strong><br/><strong>Tag: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sam wasn't in a hurry to go reminisce about the wonderful previous evening he'd shared with those he recognised from the woods. In truth he was hoping they'd all just disappear like they were a mere figment of his imagination, a messed up trip from some badly cut drugs and little more. What he did notice was the new arrivals who had monopolised one corner of the bar and he could tell he wasn't the only one... he could see Steve the lead bouncer, a big, burly man, likewise run a practised eye over them, noting their numbers and positions and almost imperceptibly tilting his head to his colleagues as they prepared for any signs of trouble.<br/><br/>Sam had seen it all before and in some ways was almost looking forward to it. Some trouble makers come wandering in thinking they're untouchable and the bouncers quickly showed them they weren't. Perhaps watching some punk kid getting tossed head first out the door would improve his mood, take his mind off what had come before. He could see a reminder of what had happened out of the corner of his eye, the blond who had called herself a "Slayer" and the geek looking guy as well as that older woman who had showed up and the Slayer girl had almost stabbed wandering below them. Not good memories. Not good at all.