[AE] ~ The Club
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				Title: <strong>[AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>28-07-2014, 00:27:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Heroic Audio:</strong> Nightclub Superheroes (http://youtu.be/O6MrBt3TAuE)<br><strong>Villainous Audio:</strong> Super Villain (http://youtu.be/bwaoRYnHG8A)</span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i62.tinypic.com/o58fub.gif)</div><div align="center"><strong>=Dum Viviumus Vivamus -The Alter Ego- <strong>Si Vis Amari Ama=</strong></strong></div><br><hr><br>The place is known only to a select crowd. Without an invitation it is impossible to find. Even <em>with</em> an invitation the place is not easy to find. Members never know they're being screened for entry, the agents behind the club have ways of getting information without being noticed. The invitation comes in the form of a small business card left somewhere the member in question will be sure to discover it and once the card passes through the electromagnetic field every living being generates, it begins to degrade. Within less than a minute, it turns into a fine powder. More than enough time for the member to see the words 'You are invited. 612 Wharf Ave.' on the front in simple print, with a logo of an eagle and the letters 'AE' poised above. <br><br>Even within the maze-like docks district, 612 Wharf Avenue is considered out of the way. The dockside warehouse is ratty and run-down and it looks like no one has been inside for nearly a decade. The brickwork is falling apart, every window is shattered and doors rust on old hinges. The only clue that something is out of place is the graffiti. Or, more accurately, the lack of it. Every building for a mile around is covered with gang signs and pictures. This one is not. It has but one spray on it; red letters scrawled that read 'LIVE YOUR LIFE', the 'v' replaced by an eagle. The doors do not open. Despite looking old and rusty enough to dissolve into fine flakes of powder at the slightest breeze, the aged look appears to be manufactured. They do not budge, even against super strength. The only way in is via one of the high shattered windows. <br><br>Inside, one finds absolutely nothing besides a floor sprinkled with debris and a set of stairs leading downward. By the stairs sits the same tag from outside, scrawled on the floor this time. The stairs lead to another door, equally rusty as it's brethren. This one will only open when hidden electronic scanners in the walls detect that the person in front of the door has received an invitation. It does this by not only using hidden video cameras to match appearance with on-file images, but it also detects the presence of residue from the invitation that was given out. <br><br>After every check is passed, the door opens with a hiss, exposing the gleaming and perfectly clean interior of a modern elevator. The elevator zips straight downward, traveling at least three stories. It opens into a grand entry, like the main entrance to some kind of futuristic underground mall; polished metal and glass used in copious amounts to frame a wide entryway. Past glass doors that automatically slide open in silence, one moves down a hall to a security checkpoint where guards in black suits confiscate any weaponry. They explain club rules to new members with stern looks on their faces and the telltale bulges in their jackets let visitors both new and old know that the security team is ready to enforce those rules. <br><br>Through another door, guests move into the club proper. <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2ujs5e1.jpg)</div><br>Music assaults the ears, providing a steady background noise. Everything that can be polished is to a mirror shine. Everything else is spotless. The main club is a sprawling two floor affair, with a massive bar on the first floor. The first floor is home to smaller tables, little two seat affairs for casual chatting and drinking - though a section of booths do provide more room for larger parties. Up one of the stair cases at either side is the second floor, a much more relaxed setting. While it is still suffused with music from below, it is not as loud up here. The second floor sports only large tables and booths, providing a nice place to sit with friends and perhaps eat a meal. <br><br>Halls on both floor direct members to other facilities. One entire wing seems to be devoted to relaxation; a roman bath, a massage parlor, numerous hot tubs, a fully equipped gym (with modified gear for those sporting super strength as well), and a sauna are highlights. This wing also leads to the private suites; rooms which would rival even a five-star hotel that can be used by members for days at a time. The other wing of the club is dedicated to another brand of luxury; food. Three restaurants covering a wide variety of tastes happily serve patrons exquisite food and beverages. None of them have names, they only boast a menu that stands outside and shows what is being served. <br><br>Everything in the entire club is high luxury, yet not a single cent is charged to guests. How the place stays afloat makes one wonder. It must have a backer (or backers) of significant wealth. Attempting to find out who runs it leads only to an endless maze of shell companies, parent companies of parent companies, and false fronts. It could be a single man, a group, or perhaps even the government itself. Searches never last too long, though. Who wants to disturb paradise? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 00:48:55</strong>
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				<strong>Triplicate - Hero</strong><br><br>Triplicate had a rough day, it hadn't been terribly taxing, he just had to recover some artifacts that were stolen from the museum, the main problem was that they were spread all over the place and it took him far more time than he would have liked. So when that good deed was done he felt more than ready find something far less boring to do.<br><br>When he reached the club he left each and every weapon at the door, outside he felt naked without them, like he could get attacked any minute and not be ready, inside the club it was different, he felt a sense of relief, like he could relax for a while without worries, he felt as if someone else would take care of whatever problems were going on outside. At the moment he was in just one body since it made getting through security checks a lot easier. <br><br>When he finally got in he heard the loud music and didn't mind it, he welcomed all sorts of sensory stimulation at that point. The first thing he did was get a heavy drink and his eyes slowly surveyed the area looking at who was present.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 02:59:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/2djeb2f.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Abbigail Armstrong<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Nightbrite, Hero<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triplicate<br><br>Abby stepped into the Alter Ego and it was like entering a new world. In the old warehouse one could still hear faint sounds of traffic and city life, but the elevator ride down was total silence. Then, like crossing some barrier into a different dimension, the elevator door would slide open and assail her with music, laughter, and love. It was refreshing, the perfect place to come and unwind after a long night. <br><br>She stepped out of the elevator, still clad in her costume, that infamous bodysuit that drew eyes from friend and foe alike. The black and white outfit hugged her curves like a second skin, sparing almost no detail. It was form-fitting enough to be half a step away from looking like she'd simply been encased in body paint. In battle, it provided an amazing distraction but it also allowed her complete mobility and flexibility. Abby also loved how she looked in it. <br><br>Her first destination was the bar, where she'd start the evening off with a drink. Ample bust lightly bouncing, hips faintly swaying, she strolled across the club to the sprawling bar and took up the closest open seat. She placed a drink order and turned to find she'd wound up next to Triplicate, a hero she recognized. It was easy enough to recognize a man there were three of at any given time. Abby smiled at him. She couldn't think of his real name at the moment, and some heroes didn't like being called by their real identities - even in here - so she played it safe. <br><br>"Good evening, Trip."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JLinz77</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 03:56:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Tabitha Lyght<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Nikki Strykher<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main floor<br><br>She was bored; the founders still weren't letting her go on missions and so she was one of the rare ones who stayed Earth-bound. Having done all that she could at the control center, Tabitha decided to go out and try this "new club". The card had disintegrated maybe a minute after she touched it but she memorized the address. Something had told her not to say a word to anyone else; the mini "self destruct" mechanism of the card was all that she needed to know that not too many were invited to this club.<br><br>There were specific clues that if she hadn't seen the card, she wouldn't had known what they meant, if anything at all. When she finally made it pass all of them, she stood in a pristine hallway in front of a security check. <br><br>"Any weapons?"<br><br>"... Just these fists o' mine!" she tried to joke, thinking back to a video game her best friend played faithfully. She knew that she would get no laughter and sighed, "No... but you're gonna look anyway, right...?" she asked. They checked without responding and stoically spat out the rules of the club. She was glad that the next door opened to the club itself. <br><br>Her ears were bombarded with a song she had never heard before but it was enough to make her want to dance. The lyrics were appropriate, talking about superheroes. She bobbed her head to the beat once she caught it and made her way to the bar. The man beside her looked familiar but she couldn't put a finger on it. She gave him a nodded greeting before she ordered a beer. <br><br>She didn't know if she wanted to engage in a conversation with the man; he looked like he had a rough day. Before she made up her mind, Tabitha watched as she saw none other than Nightbrite approach the bar. Once she spoke to the man, Tabitha remembered his name. She knew that he would enjoy her company more (she didn't blame him; even straight and narrow Tabitha found her sexy) so she made her way to the dance floor; it was calling her name as it was!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 04:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25CDnSv35FQ/TlevdSv8nHI/AAAAAAAADq4/GhKazF-vmPE/s320/Blue+Lantern.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bernard Miroir<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Triplicate, Hero<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightbrite<br><br>Despite the fact that he was looking around Triplicate was slightly surprised when Nightbrite spoke to him. He would wonder for a while how a woman dressed so sensually managed to escape his notice until she was besides him, if he wasn't paying attention to the woman that was besides him.<br><br>Since she used his hero name he decided that the best was to reciprocate "Good evening Brite." that seemed to fit her better than night after all her skill was making light. "Been here long? I just dropped by after a stressful day, I don't know how people manage things being in only one place" he said with a friendly smile on his face.<br><br>As this small chat went on, a woman sat on the other side of him and left, he could have sworn she had been looking at him and Nightbrite but couldn't be sure since she left so quickly, so he just took a big gulp of his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 21:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/cBphfpN.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Adam O'Connor<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Warden<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br>_____________________________________<br><br>Warden knew the procedure for entrance, it wasn't his first time. The guards were serious guys but they recognized him, they knew he would play by the rules. <em>Alter Ego</em> was precisely what he needed tonight. After a few visits one grew pretty comfortable being assailed on all sides by the music and the flashing lights. There was a time when he liked things nice and quiet after a day providing justice and security to the world but the more it became a part of his life the more he started craving the adrenaline rush, the action. Staying home and reading book or jacking it just didn't hold any fun for him any more. <br><br><em>Warden</em> wore his iconic outfit, the brilliant white outfit with the flowing cape and the warden symbol in gold across his chest, an upright fist bathed in light. For the media and the masses it represented his constant vigil, it went hand in hand with being a beacon of justice that could not be corrupted. Suffice to say Adam had cultivated an image...it was an image that did not go hand in hand with what happened in Alter Ego, where he went to get drunk and laid. In the end of the day the larger the life hero had larger than life appetites. <br><br>Approaching the man bar the white-clad hero gave a nod to the individual behind the counter, a moment later two fingers of whiskey were slid into his hand. The first sip was always the best, he was in the mood for it. Once his gloves fingers wrapped around the glass it was the only thing in the world he wanted and he had it. Once the liquid slid down his throat he tilted his position until he was propped against the counter, one lazy had holding his drink while his eyes surveyed all around him. He had music and he had a drink, he just needed some company. He wasn't sure what company he wanted tonight but he knew he was in the mood for something. It was all just a waiting game. Alter Ego never failed to produce something of interest. Too many....<em>exotic</em> individuals tended to frequent the establishment.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissFire</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 22:17:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/2djeb2f.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Abbigail Armstrong<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Nightbrite, Hero<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Triplicate<br><br>Abby rolled her eyes playfully at Trip, "Pity us who are only one person at a time. It's rough for us plebeians," she quipped teasingly, lips quirking into a small grin. "I just got here, myself," she responded, "I need to unwind after a long night on patrol." It was true enough. While nothing eventful had happened that night (at least to her), it had been a long week of fighting, flying, and leaping from roof to roof. The constant activity could take a toll on even the mightiest of heroes. It was why she was grateful for the club. She was sure most of the others felt the same - even the villains. One of the reasons why nobody ever dug too deeply into this place's ownership, she assumed. Abby had been coming here for a month and had yet to see anything more suspicious than the buffalo wings. <br><br>She watched another join them at the bar. Warden, that was his name. Handsome. She smiled at him and nodded, then looked back at Trip to resume their conversation. "So what're your plans for the night? Just a drink or two? Going to get something to eat? A massage, maybe?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>31-07-2014, 23:05:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-25CDnSv35FQ/TlevdSv8nHI/AAAAAAAADq4/GhKazF-vmPE/s320/Blue+Lantern.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Bernard Miroir<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Triplicate, Hero<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightbrite<br><br>"Alright" he said with a smile "I'll pity you for being in only one place at once." he said pointing at her with his glass "You can pity me for not being able to fly. I'm sure that helps with getting to places quickly" his eyes wondered over her body briefly, "Then again to watch you from below, no way to pity someone with such a view." he was sure that she knew how distracting her body could be and made full use of it.<br><br>"My plans start with a drink or 3, the rest is open. I'm sure with good company we can figure a way to unwind. What about you? Any plans?"<br><br>This was one of the things he loved about the club, in the outside world it wasn't easy for heroes, let alone heroes and villains to relate to one another. Unless they were part of some sort of group other than cooperating against some great evil it was hard to get to know each other, and even like that it was hardly the best situation. However inside he was getting the chance to casually talk with a heroine of the level of Nightbrite without worrying about what could happen outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 08:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nyanyan.it/upload/230347_k6nqtgxil90swe3hmp4davbf52rj7uoyc1z8.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ken Aldrin<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; Black Bullet, Hero<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nightbrite, Triplicate, &amp; Warden<br><br>"Whoa..." That was the Black Bullet's first reaction upon entering the club for the first time.<br><br>He had no idea what to expect when he first found the card in the inside pocket of his costume that morning.&nbsp; 612 Wharf Ave.&nbsp; He had to really search for the location to that address.&nbsp; When he finally found the place, all he saw was an abandoned-looking warehouse at the run-down part of the docks.&nbsp; He half expected to stumble into some sort of secret cult that was attempting to recruit their members through unusual means... not the first time that has ever happened.&nbsp; Those guys with the black suits, however, threw him off a bit.&nbsp; Things to looking pretty shady, to say the least.&nbsp; At that point, he wondered if perhaps he had stumbled into some sort of formal gathering of business people.&nbsp; Shady business people.<br><br>What he found, instead, was a club.&nbsp; With loud music.&nbsp; Really loud music.&nbsp; Considering he found the card inside his costume, he thought it would be best to show up as the Black Bullet.&nbsp; Of course, he had to leave most of his equipment at the door.&nbsp; He didn't feel as though he really needed them, anyway.&nbsp; His primary weapon had always been his fists, after all.<br><br>Looking around, he took in the sights and sounds of the main floor of the club, not entirely sure what to make of it.&nbsp; As he made his way around, his eyes found their way over to a pair of familiar-looking figures.<br><br>"Trip!&nbsp; Nightbrite!&nbsp; And... Warden?!&nbsp; What're you guys doing here?" Black Bullet exclaimed as he zipped over to the other heroes.&nbsp; He then whispered, "And what's up with this place?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [AE] ~ The Club</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadJackal</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 11:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kZlr8qoaMYs/UXPl7nwyQdI/AAAAAAAACtk/mvd9_hYhu9g/s1600/WEB_CHEMIN_13020_1364821997.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kelly Flowers<br><strong>Alias:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;The Commander, villain<br><strong>Where:</strong> Main Floor<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br><br>Flowers needed a break. Everyone did, but it was especially important in her line of work. She had seen the biggest fishes in the water, namely the most dangerous vilains, have a total breakdown and go crazy. She wanted to make sure that would never happen to her, so she decided she would take that night for herself from time to time. Now of course she could have gone to a different nightclub in a different city, but then she would run the risk of getting attacked at any moment. People like her never had time to catch their breath before some hero tried to take them down. But now there she was, in the Alter Ego, a club specifically made for heroes. And somehow, that was the best security their was for her if she wanted to have a good time.<br><br>She had to leave all her weapons at the entrance, which she did. Somehow the guys at the entrance seemed especially paranoid about her, as their thorough body search proved. She had barely managed to avoid the cavity search after they found a hidden blade in her boot, but now that this was settled, they gave her access to the club. It was only then that she heard the music. She looked around her, getting a good view of the place from where she stood. And damn, this place was nice. Her paranoid mind kept telling her it had to be some kind of trap, reunite all the heroes here and then capture them or blow them all to kingdom come. After all, that's what she would do. But this club seemed to have been open for a while already and it was still working, so it had to be ok. <br><br>She went to the bar and took a seat, She noticed the people around her were none other than the heroes she had sometimes been paid to eliminate, a remarkable reminder of her past failures. She hadn't met all of them, but there definitely were a few familiar faces. She doubted any of them would wanna talk to her, so she just ordered herself a drink and waited for time to fly by. All she wanted was too get herself drunk, forget about her problems, and who knows, maybe meet some people. That would be interesting.
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