Life at the End (Ashdim x Elizabeth)
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		<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Non-Adult Sandbox =&gt; Non-Adult Roleplays =&gt; Topic started by: ElizabethLamperouge on October 04, 2018, 04:48:01 pm</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Life at the End (Ashdim x Elizabeth) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElizabethLamperouge</strong> on <strong>October 04, 2018, 04:48:01 pm</strong>
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				This thread is for Ashdim and I. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the End (Ashdim x Elizabeth) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElizabethLamperouge</strong> on <strong>October 05, 2018, 04:01:41 am</strong>
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				Hugo was living life dangerously -- or as dangerously as a demon could. Perhaps life was putting a much too positive connotation. As far as a Devil's general goes, Hugo was one of the most sensual ones. You see, the perks with being a demon general had far too many bad things that outweighed the good. Sure, he lived forever and never became old, but the whole taking people’s life force without meaning to really inhibited him. You see, it was his nature to. At least that was the case for humans. <br><br>In hell, he was always working for the damn boss -- being bossed around and forced to do things he didn't want to. Some would say he's lazy but he justified that with being stubborn. Besides, anyone would get sick of hell when they lived there long enough. With Hugo though, there were other reasons beside that. He hated to admit it, but loneliness was a big factor. He stood a medium height with a lean build -- some would say his face was more pretty than handsome with his full lips and high cheekbones. His green eyes had the effect of compelling humans to do things he wanted them to, and that also happened unconsciously, so he got along just fine in the human realm. <br><br>Hugo’s hands rubbed his temple in an attempt to soothe the oncoming headache. Today was the opening of his nightclub in London. He'd gone all out with this new endeavour to preoccupy his time. It was called Elevate, and had already been the new hype. Crowds gathered at the front, hoping they'd be able to get in. Elevate was already on multiple magazine covers, and he'd already done multiple interviews for news outlets on television. It seemed that all of London knew him as Mr Hugo Cleave, the proud owner of Elevate already. His full lips parted and he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Elevate towered over the city in a high rise buildings, as it functioned both as a club and a hotel (and not just for humans). As he walked into the lobby, all eyes of his staff turned to him. He regarded them silently, brushing some non existent dust off his tailored white suit. He adjusted his cufflinks, and finally ran a hand through his black hair. <br><br>“Let's open the doors!” he announced, nodding at the bouncers at the door. He checked his earpiece, listening to his secretary gush about what a great success this opening will be. He retired to his alcove on the floor above the lobby and main part of the nightclub. He'd be able to keep a watchful eye from up above to the club and respond to any threats and situations from his earpiece. He took off his gloves, setting them on the desk beside him. Taking a glass of champagne in one hand, he sat down on his armchair, gazing at the people starting to walk into the club in small groups.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the End (Ashdim x Elizabeth) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AshDim</strong> on <strong>October 05, 2018, 01:00:40 pm</strong>
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				Things up above were getting… complicated. Something was going on that was above Amelia’s status, causing a bit of a panic among her fellow Seraphs. The Big Boss hadn’t attended their last several conferences, which had all the Angels in a tizzy. All except for the Elite whom, unlike Amelia and the other’s on the Guard, were actually provided some sort of secret explanation. The rest were instructed to carry on with business as usual. Well, that just wasn’t going to work for Amelia this time.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Much to her superior’s surprise, Amelia requested a sabbatical. Angels of the Guard were free to come and go as they pleased, with permission from the Elite of course, and only if there wasn’t any work to be done. Amelia, however, was never one to ask to leave before. She was granted permission on one condition – she had to attend the Grand Opening of some new night club called Elevate. She was provided no further explanation, no reason or instructions of what she should do once she arrived there; she was told simply to attend and report back with anything of consequence she might stumble upon.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>Amelia felt ridiculous and completely over dressed as she waited in line for the bouncer to open the doors. She peered around and saw women exposing as much skin as was legal, dressed in tight dresses with high, knee-length boots or stiletto heels. She, however, did not receive the dress code memo. Her black, flowy skirt was longer than any of the others she’d seen, modestly covering her knees and her shoes were similar to ballet flats. Her dark grey blouse was form fitting and V-neck, covered discreetly by a black cardigan. She mentally cursed herself for her outfit choice, and worried that she wouldn’t be allowed entry into the club at all. She wondered if she was denied if she would have to return to Heaven.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>When the doors finally opened and the line started moving, she let out a breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding. She had no idea what to expect, no frame of reference for what would be inside this mysterious night club that she was sent to. When Amelia approached the security guard, clutching her fake identification and money in one hand and securing her cardigan closed in the other, an ominous feeling creeped up her spine like a cold breath and she shivered. The guard barely glanced at her before stepping aside so she could enter. With a deep breath and determination in her green eyes, she stepped inside the quickly filling club. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life at the End (Ashdim x Elizabeth) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ElizabethLamperouge</strong> on <strong>October 05, 2018, 08:46:54 pm</strong>
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				Hugo's eyes danced from person to person as he looked at the people entering the club. Studying them, he realised a few trends that would help with marketing. First and foremost, the age range was from early twenties to thirties. He made a mental note to look into some social media threads to gain some traction among them. It made him content to know that his hard work was starting to pay off -- this was the start of something great for him. This place would be a safe haven for both humans and non-humans alike. <br><br>A smile bloomed on his lips as he gazed at the barely clothed people stream in. He knew that he was going to give these people one hell of a night -- in more ways than one. He already spied some vampires lurking about the crowd -- their preternatural beauty stood out like a ray of run in the darkness. He knew he'd lure them here through the mass crowds of high quality blood types (he'd hired werewolves as bouncers for a reason, after all). <br><br>"Take the vampires to the basement," he instructed his secretary. "Tell them the rules and let them know of the consequences if anyone dies tonight." He was still smiling -- everything was going as planned. He stuck to his promise of protecting any being in <em>his club.</em> As soon as that was dealt with, he went back to his study of the people streaming inside. His lips thinned into a flat line as he spied a young woman coming in. She didn't look like the rest -- she looked as though she was looking for something. A lost lamb, in his opinion, but then again -- he knew looks were deceiving. <br><br>"Keep an eye on the young woman with the fake identification," he said in a deep, velvety tone. "She's up to something." His eyes followed her every movement, watching very carefully to try to figure out her intentions. There was something off about her -- something that made his stomach churn with familiarity. He pondered upon his memories to try to remember. 
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