Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line
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				Title: <strong>Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 06:05:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i60.tinypic.com/2igbnd1.png)</div><br><br>The line outside Nocturne often starts over an hour before the sun goes down, even though they know that the doors don't open until the sun has completely set. The fact that the chief bouncer, Viktor, often steps out a half an hour or more before the sun sets helps maintain the belief that he's not <em>really</em> a vampire... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 10:52:28</strong>
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				The club was about to open, and Viktor was already at work. He stood outside, a towering, menacing-looking man who could easily play the role of Frankenstein's Monster if he were so inclined. <br><br>With 10 minutes to go before the scheduled opening of Nocturne, he started walking down the already-bustling line of club-goers slowly, looking at each person in turn. After a half-dozen people were passed, he stopped at one young woman, dressed in a very typical dark gothic outfit. "Show me your ID," he said simply. <br><br>The woman scrambled for her purse, and pulled out a driver's license, handing it over quickly. Viktor looked it over momentarily, and then said, "Out of line. You're not 21." <br><br>The girl squeaked indignantly. "What the hell! I'm 24, my ID says so!" She stayed put, refusing to leave the line. <br><br>Viktor's left eyebrow raised. "The person whose ID that is is 24. That would be your sister," he said, matter-of-factly. "I know your sister. She's been here herself. While you look like her..." He glanced down her body, then back to her face before resuming, "you're nowhere near as mature as she is, and you're not ready to be here." <br><br>He slid the offending driver's license into his back pocket, causing another squeak of outrage. "He-hey! You can't take my license! I need that to drive home if you're not letting me in, asshole!" <br><br>Viktor shook his head, and turned to continue up the line. "You don't need your sister's ID to drive. I'll give her a call in an hour or so, and she can come pick her ID up in person." He stopped for a moment and looked back at her. "If you really don't have a license of your own, you can ask her to drive you home." <br><br>The young woman spluttered, but once it was clear Viktor wasn't going to give her any more attention - or any more chance to argue her case - she dejectedly ducked under the rope. As she slunk away, some of the people in line heard her mutter, "Aw, shit, Jenny's gonna kick my ass for stealing her license and losing it..." <br><br><em>&gt; OOC</em>: Non-Staff people who are here for the first time will have to stop and talk to Viktor before they can go in. People who have been here before can skip that (Viktor knows them, and lets them in without argument), or they can choose to post here to interact with Viktor before going in. If someone else has already initiated a conversation with Viktor, please wait until they're done - it should only be a few posts, it won't take long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 15:08:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Entry Line<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Those waiting to get inside<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>The young girl that the bouncer eliminated from the line was one that Gabrielle might well have counseled.&nbsp; With the Goth outfit, she might even have been the twin of the one who'd mentioned Nocturne and aroused a small spark of curiosity.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was a good call, and smart on the part of the club's employee -- no matter how many of the patrons would consider a few 'underage girls' a draw, it brought all kinds of potential trouble. <br><br>Gabrielle didn't really regret that she was no longer young enough not to be suspect, and she wouldn't have traded places with the girl for all the extra years.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned, her teenage years had been a time of awkwardness, of uncertainty, of all kinds of fears and curiosities that she didn't dare vocalize.&nbsp; Well, perhaps the last part hadn't changed quite as much as she had once thought, otherwise what the hell was she doing here?<br><br>When it came her turn to come under security's scrutiny, Gabrielle lifted her head and met the man's eyes, her smile barely over neutral.&nbsp; While a part of her had been tempted to 'goth' it up a little -- black was sexy as fuck, done right -- she had discarded the temptation and went for red, vibrant, bold, alive.&nbsp; Given the club's theme, she figured that it wouldn't be all that out of place.&nbsp; Her jewelry was good, but not flashy, drawing the eye but letting the body do the rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;God, it would be humiliating to be turned away -- she hadn't been turned away from anything since ... well, since she was probably about the age of the girl who had been.&nbsp; It would serve her right for letting a mixture of boredom, curiosity,&nbsp; and ... something ... bring her here.&nbsp; There were plenty of other places, after all, that she could drink, dance, and do whatever the hell she wanted with whoever caught her eye<br><br>She didn't ask if he needed to see her ID, but she did compliment him. <em> "Nice catch.&nbsp; Did you really remember her sister, or were you just guessing?" </em> It was an idle comment, more because his gaze made her feel momentarily unsettled than anything else.&nbsp; Gabrielle didn't like feeling unsettled, and speech was a much better way of taking control back, certainly better than letting her eyes drop or looking away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 19:38:06</strong>
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				Victor nodded pleasantly. "As I said, her sister has been here before." He held his hand out. "It's just a formality, but may I see your ID, please?" <br><br>He waited patiently while Gabrielle got her ID out, glanced at it a moment, and nodded, handing it back. "Thank you, Ms. Cavanaugh," he said smiling briefly. "May I ask what brings you here tonight?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 20:12:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br><strong>Location:</strong> In Entry Line<br><br><strong>With:</strong> Those waiting to get inside<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Without complaint, Gabrielle opened the small clutch purse that she carried, and extracted a small leather id holder and opened it, handing it over for his inspection, and then retrieving it when he was done.&nbsp; There was a certain satisfaction in the certainty of who she was, even as she felt the niggling curiosity of who she might become if she only did not cling so tightly.<br><br><em>"New faces, a new place, a new experience -- or just a drink and loud music.&nbsp; &nbsp;I was bored, and I heard this might be a good place ... not to be."&nbsp; </em><br><br>The question struck her as a little odd, making her wonder, perhaps, if he thought she was here for some other reason -- maybe they'd had trouble with minor or drugs before and expected some scrutiny because of it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hardly thought she was in any danger of being mistaken for someone who was going to cause trouble.&nbsp; She'd become far too adept at doing what was expected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 21:29:09</strong>
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				Viktor nodded at the answer, and stared at her, eye to eye, for several long seconds before nodding and saying, "Then I hope you find what you're looking for. You can head inside, and see the cashier." <br><br>He watched her for a moment longer as she passed him, then turned to the next guest in line. <br><br><em>After talking with Viktor, head to the Entryway Foyer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228128.0) to pay for admission and get your evening's wristband.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 00:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Approaching entry line<br><hr><br>In the five unfamiliar blocks between the Metro stop and the front of Nocturne, Mare walks with her hands folded over her closed leather jacket, her leather boots beating a steady tattoo against the sounds of the city... engines buzzing alive with acceleration, the droning hum of fluorescent streetlamps, the thudding of muffled hip-hop, hammered words that fade in and out of reality as a car closes and departs.&nbsp; A huddle of figures waits at the end of the block, flocking in conversation to a corner store's front.&nbsp; She passes without incident, barely a look.&nbsp; No doubt because of her hair, her size, her age.&nbsp; She doesn't fit this walk.<br><br>The homeless on this end of town aren't panhandling... they're staking claims on their sleeping spots for the night, so they leave her alone.&nbsp; One raises his head as she passes, his eyes shining and sharp from his cardboard mat.&nbsp; He meets her gaze, she meets it back.&nbsp; There might have been a mutual recognition... something in her loneliness recognizing his isolation, or there might have just been a moment of surprise at her presence.&nbsp; All in all, it culminated in a sharp twist of discomfort in her... <i>the wolf</i> must half felt it, and raised <i>its</i> hackles, because the man snapped his gaze away not in shame, but in fear.<br><br>The beast had been near the surface for so long... the Xanax usually kept <em>it </em>at bay in public.&nbsp; That, or the Ativan.&nbsp; If that wasn't available, good old valium would do it... but lately, since Owen... <em>it </em>wouldn't be satisfied, it wouldn't be sedated.&nbsp; <em>It </em>was ready to hunt, to feed, to mate-- with or without her approval.&nbsp; The half-hour metro ride, and the fifteen minute walk-- those were allowed to Mare by <i>it</i> because, deep inside her heart, <em>it </em>was at least distracted by the unfamiliar terrain, the prospect that she might be finally doing what <em>it </em>wanted... getting them both closer to a kill.<br><br>She could tell by the increase in lighting, the crowded parked cars and the quality of their imported paint-jobs, that she was in the right place, and when she matched the streetsign names, she let out a sigh of fear and anxiety.&nbsp; In her short life, her teenage years of opportune rebellion and self-exploration behind her, she had never been to anything at all like this place-- not for fun, not for ceremony.&nbsp; The <i>condition</i> required too much care.&nbsp; Isolation.&nbsp; Steel doors.&nbsp; Black-out windows.&nbsp; &nbsp;An iron cage... <br><br>Silver locks.<br><br>Velvet ropes guided the gaggle on the street.&nbsp; Self-consciously, she paused-- in her worn-out leather jacket, her torn-kneed jeans, and her calf-high boots, she was under-dressed to the point it might make a scene.&nbsp; But the words of warning drove her on, it seemed... it was easy to recall, and the wound on her shoulder still itched furiously.&nbsp; It had scabbed over, healed without a stitch, of course... what should have been weeks took place in a couple nights' rest.<br><br>She found a place in the back of the line.&nbsp; She could make out a silhouette of an attendant, or bouncer, or whatever they were called... somebody, like everyone else, dressed much nicer than her.&nbsp; In a noble effort to look confident, she arched her back a bit, unzipped her leather jacket.&nbsp; The sequined top underneath was the closest thing to 'club-wear' she had... it once fit her pre-pubescent self in a modest fashion... but now she was grown, in more ways than one, and the loose material was tight over her breasts and tugged up from her waist, flirtatiously revealing the trim ridges of her abdomen, the bold shadowy curves where the thrift-store jeans hung low on her hips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 01:13:35</strong>
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				Viktor waved people through or turned them away with efficiency, keeping the line moving without getting the Entryway too overly crowded. <br><br>Eventually, the line moved up enough that Mare was next. Viktor had been eying her for the last five minutes, not quite sure how he should deal with her. <br><br>So he went with the standard. "ID, please." When she offered the license, he took it, glanced over it without even reading - he already knew she was old enough, checking the ID was more of a formality than anything else. <br><br>He frowned softly. She was trouble - maybe serious trouble. But at the same time... there'd been worse in the club in the past, and Security could handle her. He wasn't quite sure what she was, but he was quite certain that she wasn't just an ordinary human. <br><br>Handing the ID back, he growled, "What brought you to Noctune tonight, miss Tremblay?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 02:59:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Approaching entry line<br><hr><br>The young woman shrugs back in reply, seeming uncomfortable in the man's gaze.&nbsp; She senses something about him... she was warned, of course, that there was old, bad blood between her... <i>kind</i>... and others.&nbsp; Forcing herself to meet his gaze, she regains her poise, blinks and looks away before answering, her voice cool and even, loud enough only for him to hear over the thrumming music from within.&nbsp; "I was given a choice.&nbsp; Find someone who can help me learn some control, or... well, a much worse outcome." <br><br>Her eyes lock to his, a glint of fear cracking the calm timber of her voice.&nbsp; "I don't really know if that's possible or not.&nbsp; You probably know better than me."&nbsp; She sweeps her eyes over him once more, trying not to show how hopeful she is that, just maybe, he can help her find her the first clear direction on this mess she's become.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 04:04:27</strong>
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				Viktor raised an eye at the statement. So very honest... so <em>raw</em>. He had a hard time not trusting her intentions. <br><br>After a moment, he nodded. "Go right on in. If you can't find someone who can help you... ask a bouncer to direct you to Tobias." He gestured toward the front door negligently while looking back into the rest of the line. <br><br>As she passed him, he said softly, "I hope you get the support you're looking for, miss." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 05:58:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Joel Turner <em>aka</em> JT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Door, Toward the End of the Line<br><strong>With:</strong> He, Himself, and a Crowd Full of Strangers, Plus One Really Annoying, Possibly Intoxicated Guy<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br><hr><br>Joel knew exactly why he was standing in this very long line, at this time of night, dressed as he was. It was for work, plain and simple. His agent had somehow managed to get him a supporting role in a major motion picture - a relaunch of the <em>Vampire Chronicles</em>, to be exact - and so it was up to him to get into the mindset of his character, which was that of a bloodthirsty bloodsucker. <br><br><em>What better place to do such a thing than one called Nocturne?</em> he told himself as he moved another three feet closer to the main entrance. <br><br>The buzz on the cyber boards - as well as in the very bookstore he usually frequented, upon their community events bulletin board, which was where he initially found the striking flyer that lead him to the net - was that this place was <em>thee</em> place for the hottest and hippest, yet utterly authentic vampire-themed action in town. There were even whispers, overheard in this very line that he now waited in, that some of the staff were actually, quite possibly, the real deal. "Children of the Night," so to speak.<br><br><em>Yeah, right,</em> he inwardly scoffed as the words passed from one Goth girl to another. <em>They actually believe this crap. Go figure,</em> he mused as he moved another three feet. <em>This role could actually be the one that finally launches my career,</em> the struggling actor started to convince himself as he thought about the potential reception it could receive. If this line was any sign of the public's everlasting interest in the genre, he was about to become a star in a series of blockbuster movies.<br><br>Suddenly feeling reenergized, Joel began to focus more on getting into the place, which meant getting by the beefy bouncer who had already dismissed more than a few fakes and even a couple of freaks found within the crowd. He wasn't worried about passing the age requirement, seeing that he had a valid ID that clearly stated he was 22. As for his attire, he went for a slightly more modern take on the vampire vibe, mixing a bit of classic formal with some fetish leather wear. The hat was probably a bit much and he would be certain to remove it if the bouncer felt the need to speak to him. He was raised to be a gentleman, not a street thug. Manners were still important and so was showing respect, which the guy deserved.<br><br>"Oh my god! Dude! You...you look a lot like...what...what the hell is the name of that sexy sax player that performs here?" a random stranger suddenly blurted in Joel's general direction, speaking to him as if they were long lost friends. "Yeah! You do, man! It's the eyes. You've got killer blue eyes, just like him. I swear. Wait until you see him. You're gonna freak," the guy went on as he now had a hand on Joel's shoulder and a finger in his face. "You've got that same sexy aura about you, too," he started to flirt as the hand that was once upon JT's shoulder, suddenly found its way down to rest upon his ass.<br><br>"Uh, sure. Yeah. I'll, uh, have to look for him," Joel kindly agreed as he tried to back away and failed as the forward little fucker began to grope him. "Thanks for the, uh, compliment," he rambled, not really knowing how to get rid of him without making a scene, inwardly wishing that the bouncer would make a move to just eject the jerk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 06:43:19</strong>
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				Viktor continued to cycle through the guests - and rejected - one at a time. Time passed, as it always does. <br><br>Then one more stepped before him. "ID, please," he asked politely, holding his hand out. A few moments later, an ID was placed in his hand, as it almost always was. <br><br>He looked at the ID. "Mr. Turner. Good evening." He handed the ID back after a cursory glance. "What brings you to Nocturne this day?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 15:24:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Joel Turner <em>aka</em> JT<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Door, Toward the End of the Line<br><strong>With:</strong> He, Himself, and a Crowd Full of Strangers, Plus...Wait. Where'd He Go?<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br><hr><br>Apparently the mere arrival of the mountain of muscle, also known as the club's bouncer, was enough to send the pushy little prick packing, for the next thing Joel knew he was not only being released from his grubby hold, but more or less pushed forward to be handled next by the diligent doorman.<br><br>"Oh, uh, yeah," JT sort of sputtered as one hand went to remove his hat and the other slid inside a pocket of his skin-tight leather pants, "here ya go."<br><br>Handing over his ID with a steady hand, Joel did everything in his power to remain calm. Now was not the time to be charming or cutesy. Nope. A straightforward answer was all this guy was looking for.<br><br>"Research," he openly admitted as he took his license back. "For work," he was quick to add as his hand slid inside his fitted formal jacket to secure his ID and retrieve the flyer he had taken from the bulletin board. "I'm an actor, and, um, I saw this awesome ad. So I figured why not give this place a try? It's got quite the reputation, but you, uh, probably already knew that, right?" Joel concluded as he found himself rambling just a little now.<br><br><em>Please don't boot my ass,</em> he thought to himself as the guy accessed him with his steely gaze.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 19:04:16</strong>
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				Viktor listened to JT's explanation, trying to sense any threat to the club. Feeling nothing worth concerning himself over, a faint corner of his mouth turned up in a near-smile. <br><br>"Ah... <strong><em>JT</em></strong> Turner? You were 'unnamed' in Season 3, episode 4 of <em>Dead Man Walking</em>?" He nodded as his mind made the connection. "So this is your first time to Nocturne, then. I hope you enjoy the... experience." <br><br>Viktor gave his best scare-the-straights smile, full of fang. After a moment, he added, "Go right on in, sir." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rook Seidhr</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 19:39:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/Calhar2.png)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> W. Adam “Harry” Harris<br><strong>Location:</strong> in line outside<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone waiting to get in<br><hr><br>Harry was trying. Trying hard. And by the standards of his recently departed hometown, he looked good. He would have gotten into the Lab’, rest its black soul, or City Club or Motor or Inferno or Luna, or gods help us the Neck on goth night, without a blink. But this was L.A., the real deal, and he felt a little intimidated by some of the other clubgoers.<br><br>He’d spent more than an hour getting ready. Hair dyed black with dashes of midnight blue, tousled in a wet look. Pale foundation but not chalk-white, dark gray mascara, a single curlicue twisting out from his black eyeliner and gray highlights. Cologne from BPAL: “a thin edge of copper cutting through scents of leather, musk and graveyard dirt.” Black cotton canvas shirt with glossy black PVC military-style strap details and oversized French cuffs, rolled back and closed with silver-and-onyx skull cufflinks. Black-and-white digicam cargo pants, not too baggy. Tall distressed steel-toed boots. Mil-goth never went out of style and he had the body shape for it. Some of these people, though, some of them had spent a thousand or more on their outfits. He’d gotten his shirt on sale for $55 and worked overtime to pay for it.<br><br>Would the bouncer laugh? Sneer? Make him wait an hour while more fashionable, beautiful or recognizable patrons strolled past? Or would he just check Harry’s ID and wave him inside?<br><br>Fuck him, anyway. Harry was here to see the DJs, not the club. DJ Solanum and DJ Swanmay, spinning as “Monochrome Twins,” were hotter than fire right now, hotter than plutonium, and he wanted to catch the sound. They wouldn’t start until midnight, but he’d be waiting in line forever if he came that late; better to come early, drop a bit more on drinks, dance some, chill some, and maybe get a chance to talk shop with one of the warm-ups. He had his business cards ready to show, should that opportunity arise, which it wouldn’t but if it did and he wasn’t prepared he’d look like an idiot.<br><br>Nervously he straightened his cuffs, watching the huge bouncer move down the line, tossing this one out, interrogating that one. The closer the big man came, though, the less nervous Harry got. He was in his element, right? He was DJ Adam Kadmon and one day he was going to headline at Treffen, so watch out L.A., your new Dark Lord is making the scene tonight.<br><br>Shit, was his fly zipped? He knew it was, did not let himself check, no OCD tics tonight. Instead he touched the jet-and-snakebone pin his little sister had made him as a going-away present, pinned above his left breast pocket. “Good luck charm,” she’d said, “or maybe a bad luck charm for anyone who stands in your way.” He smiled a little, thinking about it. So cute.<br><br>DJ Adam Kadmon. Making the scene. Yeah.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 00:03:41</strong>
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				Victor let in several more guests, and turned away a pair of teenagers who didn't even pretend to be old enough - they just tried to slip him a hundred. He briefly considered keeping the hundred - what were they going to do, complain to the police that he wouldn't break the law for them? - but steadfastly refused it, and gently <em>pushed</em> them out of the line. <br><br>Finishing up with them, he turned to the next few people, and saw Harry behind them. His clothing said potential trouble, but Viktor couldn't sense any intent from him. He waved the two young women ahead of Harry in, then turned to him. "ID, please." <br><br>He took and glanced at the ID as automatically as he had any other, and handed it back. "Good evening, Mr. Harris." He considered for a moment, then chose to take the short conversation. "Go on in, and... try to stay out of trouble, please." <br><br>It cost Viktor nothing to let the kid feel like he was more tough, more dangerous-looking, than he really was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tinkertoy</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 01:38:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/bc/16/1a/bc161a0a07b52ef62c33c8f802a86583.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Name:</strong> Soren<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cutting line<br><strong>With:</strong> Her own bad self<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dressed to the nines, as per. (http://www.polyvore.com/sorens_attire/set?id=156972191)<br><hr><br>A car the colour of an oil slick slid to a stop in front to Nocturne. The back passenger door opened with a whisper and a woman cloaked in supple leather slipped free from the vehicle. She barely touched the door and the sigh of high engineering signaled the door locking behind her before the car was gone with the baritone purr of a big cat. Her opalescent eyes scanned the line before they settled on the bulky figure of the bouncer and a smirk touched the corners of her black velvet lips.<br><br>The tiny woman on high-rise heels strode with a confidence that radiated with a glittering appeal. Each footfall was a stark bark that cut through the chatter and general noise of those unfortunate to still have to wait in line. Her lithe form swaggered with an allure that was bordering on dangerous, yet it exuded an attitude that gave her an air of being entirely unobtainable. She didn’t join the line of the gaggle of hopeful patrons, instead she made her way directly to the front, as she knew she was entitled to. Those matte jet lips parted slightly to reveal the bleached bone white of her teeth in a subtle, sensuous smile as her moonlit eyes settle on Viktor and her tiny hand was quick to settle on the titan’s forearm. She rose gracefully on her precarious platforms until she was almost en pointe to deliver a double cheek kiss with the gatekeeper to the club. <br><br>“Viktor, darling. A pleasure as always, how’s it looking tonight, sweetie?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Door and Entry Line</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 04:19:18</strong>
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				Viktor accepted Soren's kisses, and gave one in return, smiling warmly, before responding, "It's a good night to be here, gorgeous." Several of the younger ladies in line started to get a jealous look at Soren, for being something that Viktor was anything less than gruff towards. Or jealous over her being able to skip the line... or both. <br><br>He ignored their dagger stares, and explained, "I'm not sure if you've seen them, but we've got a new ad campaign that just started, so there's a lot of new blood in-house tonight. We've even got a pretty big-name DJ crew running the stages tonight." <br><br>He stepped back and held the door open for Soren. "Anything else I can do for you tonight?" 
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