Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall
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				Title: <strong>Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 05:13:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://arichidea.com/images/top-dance-songs.jpg)</div><br>The heart of the club, where nearly half of the club-goers tend to stay. There are booths and tables around the perimeter, two bars in the top corners, and the dance floor right smack in the middle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>25-04-2015, 05:40:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div>Tobias stood in front of the small crowd of his employees, his staff, his family. Nearly 40 vampires stood together, working in the dark corners of the club called Nocturne, taking their food in small sips rather than draining people dry. Not all of them were completely on board with the idea, but for the moment, it seemed a safe way to survive and grow. <br><br>He looked out over them all, and the corners of his lips turned up in a soft smile. After a moment, he raised his hand, and said, "Silence, please. Let's get this over with, and open the club." <br><br>He waited for the side discussions to fade, then started. "First, I want to congratulate everyone here for helping make Nocturne what it is. We're now entering our third year of operation, and we've only had a few breaches of the rules; aside from a few now-trusted exceptions, the world still does not know that vampires exist. We intend to keep it that way." <br><br>He paused for a moment, waiting for the other vamps to take the warm glow of the compliment, then continued. "With the assistance of some of our allies, we've started a new advertising campaign for Nocturne, so we should be seeing some <em>new blood</em> here tonight." He smiled as the crowd chuckled at the small joke. "Treat them with courtesy, treat them with care. If you're not sure if you can drink from one of them without being exposed, let the opportunity pass - there will be more opportunities, and we're better off if they come back happily." <br><br>He paused one more time before going into the finishing part of the speech, which he knew wouldn't be well-taken. "Just to be clear, I'm going to restate the rules. Yes, you all know them, but it never hurts to go over them again. First, no predation. Don't drink to the level that will hurt or kill people. Small drinks frequently will serve us all better than a frantic draining of a victim. Second, take care of your partners. Whether you're drinking or just playing rough, take them to the Recovery Room when you're done." He nodded gracefully in Kitten's direction, making brief eye contact before continuing to look around the crowd. <br><br>"Third," he continued, "Do everything you can to keep people thinking that this is just a game, just a pretense - that vampires truly don't exist." He pulled his fine enamel fakes out of his mouth, showing teeth that looked as normal as any person on the street. "Some of you can do this. The rest... just let them think that it's too much of a pain in the ass to take it off and put it back on, if they ask." He took a deep breath, and went to the last rule, which he knew was still a sore point among much of the crowd. "And last, no Turning new vampires <em>without a damn good reason</em>." He didn't look at Angellica, the one violation of the rule that he'd taken himself before adding that last clause. "Check with me or check with Felicity. And expect the answer will probably be <em><strong>no</strong></em>." <br><br>He took a deep breath, realized that he'd gone pretty far into his "harsh, scary boss" mode, and stepped back. "Now, I know you're all already good at your jobs. You wouldn't be here if you weren't. So... go out there and have some fun tonight." <br><br>He took a step back, and waited for responses before getting ready to open the club for the 731st time. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 02:54:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Father_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Grant <em>aka</em> Cham<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, Near the Main Stage, Toward the Front of the Crowd <br><strong>With:</strong> The General Staff, Listening to Tobias<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Cham.jpg)<br><hr><br>Damn, it felt so good to be dead, and it was nights <em>exactly</em> like this one that Alexander Grant had died for nearly twenty-two years ago this very week. The tall, golden-haired godling could practically taste the excitement in the air, it was that strong, and just as equally intoxicating, too. Not that the young vamp would refrain from imbibing throughout the remainder of the night, but if the club managed to maintain this level of energy, he wouldn't have to resort to as much of the artificial enhancements as he did on a quiet night. He would simply ride the natural wave.<br><br><em>Yeah. This is gonna be one for the books. I can feel it,</em> he told himself as he now stood near the foot of the main stage, in the front dance hall, awaiting - along with the rest of the staff - their fearless leader to take his place and set them on the straight and narrow. Tobias always felt it important to not only rally the troops, but remind them of their place within this dark and dangerous world. It was good for morale and it kept them in check, which Alex could appreciate. He was, after all, one of the good ones. He knew his role and how to work it to its fullest extent. Hell, he knew how to expertly milk it until it spewed its copious load all over the fuckin' place, but that came with both an unwavering commitment to the job and the seemingly unending patience it took to hone the necessary skills, which many within the current crowd of employees still lacked.<br><br>Running a fingerless-gloved hand over the front pleats of his suede kilt, he knew that his chosen attire would most certainly appeal to the alternative crowd they were currently attempting to court. The fact that he wore nothing under said kilt, meant he still had a little something special to give those who were repeat customers. The vets, with their yearly memberships, could care less about how he was dressed, as long as they got a good show - which he was gonna give them in spades on this particular evening - and were able to cop a feel with few restrictions. A pair of combat boots and a muscle-tight leather vest were the only other articles of clothing he dressed himself in tonight, so access to much of his body was most certainly easy to come by. He expected to be wearing nothing more than the diamond studs in his ears and the matching hoops in his nipples by the end of the evening. Anything more than that would be considered a fail on his part.<br><br>Casually transitioning his attention from himself to the man of the hour, Alex gave his full attention to Tobias as he called for quiet. As he spoke, he managed to be both commanding and charming all in the same breath. He was a pro at this. He knew how to work a crowd. Hell, he was even dishing out something that sounded like a sincere compliment, which was rare for him. <br><br><em>Things must be going well for the old man,</em> he thought as he continued to listen to the reiteration of rules and regulations.<br><br>Old man? <br><br>Ha!<br><br>Like Alex, Tobias was forever frozen in a state of physical perfection. He appeared as a man in his prime, no older than his late twenties, early thirties at the most. Little did anyone know, the man had been around for centuries. Well, at least that was the rumor that was still making its way around the staff, even three years later. No one knew for certain, but he had most definitely been around the block more than a few hundred times. This much was true. He usually gave himself away when he spoke about some historical figure or world-changing event that he seemed to have first-hand knowledge of. <br><br>Yeah, the guy was old, but wise, and a force to most certainly be reckoned with.<br><br>As Tobias finished his speech, Alex scanned the crowd, checking to see if what their boss had said was registering. For most, it appeared to take. For a select few, not so much. He would have to keep an eye on them. There was no way in hell he would let any one of them slip up and run the risk of ruining the world he had worked so hard to be a part of, and worked even harder to keep well hidden. He was loyal to Tobias and his supernatural siblings, and he would die a thousands deaths more if he had to, just to keep them safe.<br><br>Bringing his gloved hands together, Alex began to applaud, while stomping his booted feet upon the dance floor, all in an effort to work the staff into a healthy frenzy. Then, when it felt just right, he called out to his brothers and sisters, "Who's ready to...FEED...THE...NIGHT!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrra</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 12:27:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/83DGk8M.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abbie Jensen<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, at a table near the dance floor.<br><strong>With:</strong> The rest of the staff<br><hr><br>Tobias' choices of words were interesting. He was the boss around here, and displayed all the gentleness of a father figure, mixed with the firmness and precision that came with handling a business, especially one which required a perfect coordination between it's every actors. An iron hand in a velvet glove. He was one of the few people she respected deeply for many reasons, one of which being he had accepted to take her in.<br>Abbie was sitting at a table, right next to the crowd of vampires gathered on the dance floor. Legs crossed, a drink in her hand, her back turned to Tobias, her attitude showed she seemingly did not care about the speech. Far from it, she was actually dissecting it, paying attention to every detail from the most obvious one like his choices of words, to the most subtle changes in his tone.<br><br>Dressed in a grey sleeveless shirt that barely extended past Abbie's flat chest, mini-shorts so tight they didn't do much to hide the thong which rode up to her hips, and a pair of black high heel ankle boots, the blonde vampire looked in every way like the sexually frustrated person she intended to act like tonight. The icing on the cake came in the dog collar she was wearing, to which was attached a leash, quite a provocant gesture. This game was all about making herself as intriguing as possible. The outfit by itself would only put her in the "I'm just waiting for someone to pick me up" category. But the nonchalant, almost haughty attitude, and the unsavory drink of which she sometimes took a sip in a way that almost made it seem like she was doing it a favor, definitely put her in the category of the person who knew precisely what they wanted.<br><br>Abbie was chewing on the straw, a way to keep herself occupied while listening to the big speech. She wasn't very eager to keep drinking, especially considering that the alcohol that once tasted decent enough now felt like drinking straight from the sewers. One of the cons of being a vampire was that anything that wasn't blood tasted awful. The cocktail was mainly there for Abbie's little act, an implement to make herself look more appealing, to make it look like she had a purpose rather than just sitting there with a bored look on her face.<br><br>As Tobias' speech ended, a big round of applause started. It ended in one of the vampire whose voice she identified as Cham's, yelling something. The only words she managed to catch were "Feed the night". It was followed by enthusiastic cries and more shouting. Abbie simply raised her drink at that with a faint smile on her lips. The only thing to do now was to wait for the people -the normal people, not the vampire- to arrive. Abbie was not part of the club's staff, and that meant she was supposedly just a regular clubber who had arrived a bit sooner than the rest, and managed to get herself a drink before the bar got too crowded. The blonde wasn't in the immediate need to drink some blood. Each vampires had different preferences, and when it came to Abbie, she liked to drink as little as possible. It just wasn't her favourite part of being a vampire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 15:31:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/63/8a/f5/638af50054347bbe3cdc2cb8f0c98383.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> "Kitten" Elise<br><strong>With:</strong> The General Staff, Listening to Tobias<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Described<br><hr><br>Honestly she just wanted the music to start! Elise literally had the attention span of a cat which is why she was called "kitten". No, that was a lie partially, she gave herself the title after Tobias called her that one night. He said&nbsp; <em>you remind me of a kitten Elise, cute but with claws.</em> Goodness that tickled her <br>practically to death, well life. She was nowhere as catty as Felicity though, that vamp was a real biotch sometimes, just as bossy as she wanted to be. Anyway, Elise took the attention off her diamond studded nails and up back towards the grand speech. Tobias was always a man she admired, he had a sense of regal to him. She didn't know how old he was, no one knew, but she figured he had to be several centuries old.<br><br>He congratulated them on a job well done and she had to say it was something to celebrate. Her eyes scanned over the small crowd of vamps as they basked in the warmth of Tobias's compliment. It was really nice to know they had survived in this way for some time now. It was safe and no one knew that vampires existed. Nocturne had sold the mortals a fantasy and she was a part of it. It was a pretty cool way to live for ever. Elise rested her petite frame against the wall, hands going to her hips as she felt every bit as sexy as the next one in her salmon pink corsette. She wore a tight leather skirt and high heeled black boots, anything to add a little height. However her job was different form the rest. She was in charge of the recovery room, which meant every one that came in good would leave out good. It was a job she took very seriously and enjoyed highly. Her mind was about to wander again until Tobias made a graceful nod in her direction she simply smiled back to show that agreement.<br><br>Among the staff was Cham, the male escort. He was always lively and could easily out a smile on her face. She wondered if had that much energy in life as he did while undead. He was the the first one that began stomping and clapping&nbsp; as Tobias rounded out his speech for the night. "FEED THE NIGHT" is what echoed through the room. Pushing herself off the wall she joined in the clapping, ready for action. "Alright!" she cheered over the noise. Now it was time to start the music and get the party started right!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-05-2015, 05:47:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Entering the dance hall<br>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br><hr><br>Mare opens the door just as the crowd's collective voices rise, their muffled cheers becoming a full chorus mingled with the heavy tones and harmonic buzz in a moment.&nbsp; The crowd's exuberance seems lost on her, but the distraction is welcomed... her entrance goes unnoticed by most of the revelers, even the singles looking for others going solo.&nbsp; The surge of adrenaline at the music is still muted by her regular breathing and the numbing load of sedatives in her bloodstream... enough to tranq a horse to the ground, but barely enough to keep her mellow.<br><br>She moves through the room to the bar easily, her silvery-blonde hair the only thing to stand out from the crowd just yet.&nbsp; She certainly doesn't have the "runway walk" of a girl looking for attention, but she manages to look feminine enough with her natural swagger.&nbsp; There's a gentle roll in her hips, a sturdiness in her posture... half-cowboy, half big-cat.<br><br>She asks for a domestic beer, her hands splayed in front of her on the bar top.&nbsp; She glances over her shoulder, studying the crowd for a moment between picking out the empty tables and booths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>04-05-2015, 00:28:46</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://en.hibamusic.com/ajouter2/files_uploded/photos_artiste/full_size/haifa-wehbe-83-13752-6501607.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Felicity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Dance Hall<br><strong>With:</strong> The General Staff, Tobias<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; This (http://i01.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/32285131249_3/2015-Deep-V-neck-Mini-Short-Prom-Party-Dresses-Bling-Bling-Sliver-Beads-Stones-Backless-Gowns.jpg) <br><hr>Felicity stood in the very back of the room, swathed in shadows, the dress she was wearing for this 'special' night throwing sparks into the blackness that seemed to cling to her. The stormy gray of her eyes were hooded, a luminescence gleaming behind long silken lashes as she watched Tobias give his speech. A purse of plump lips occurred as the shout of “ FEED THE NIGHT!” was bellowed by Cham, a soft sigh as a smooth shoulder met the wall, arms crossing beneath ample breasts seeking to become free of their shimmering confines. Though she wished there was a bit more decorum offered by the staff, inwardly she knew that such enthusiasm was exactly what was needed to bring in the throngs to Nocturne. <br><br>Slowly her shining gaze slid over the rest of the staff gathered, halting upon a few. Abbie, sitting aloof, trying to look nonchalant but failing. The girl was simmering with energy. Not a staff member persay, but under Nocturne's protection. Kitten, looking just as excited as Cham, ready to do what must be done to make every single client pouring into the Clubs doors tonight happy.<br><br>What a delight. Eyeroll.<br><br>As Tobias finished his speech, Felicity peeled herself away from the pooled darkness around her, swaying through the gathered vamps, her tongue sliding slowly over her lips as her cool eyes met every one. The sway of her hips beneath her scandalously short club dress was mesmerizing, the click of her stilettos oddly near silent as her curvacious body moved with a feline grace. Coming alongside Tobias, boldly a hand would settle upon one broad shoulder, sliding over the expensive clot of his suit to the back of his neck were long nails would tease through the hair at the back of his head, all the while her eyes locked upon Nocturnes employees. <br><br>“ I have nothing more to add. Tobias' words are Law, remember that. Any transgressions will be dealt with firmly.. by me.” A flash of fang was given to all those before her in a smile that was not meant to be kind before flitting her free hand out. “ Off you go now. Let's get this thing rolling.” She would remain standing next to Tobias, waiting for the rest to go about their business, leaning close to Tobias' neck to whisper softly. “ We should have words I think..”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>04-05-2015, 07:02:10</strong>
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				Tobias watched the crowd of vampires that made up the residents of Nocturne as they went off. Some went to work, some went to play, some went to go do something else for a while. As Felicity whispered her request for his attention, he turned toward her and listened carefully. After a moment, he nodded softly. "I'm assuming you want to talk somewhere a little more... private?" he said softly. <br><br>He didn't trust Felicity completely, but neither did he consider her an enemy. She wanted what every vampire wanted - to continue living. And like every other person, vamp or otherwise, she had other desires of her own. After a few moments' thought, he asked, "Is the hallway behind the bar good for now, or would you like to go to one of the private rooms downstairs?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 02:55:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Father_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alexander Grant <em>aka</em> Cham<br><strong>Location:</strong> Nocturne's Front Dance Hall, Near the Entrance <br><strong>With:</strong> A Mix of Staff...and Mouthwatering Clients!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4a/Cham.jpg)<br><hr><br>One does not simply work a crowd into a frothing frenzy without feeling the expected buzz almost immediately. Therefore, by the time Alex broke away from the shouting and stomping staff, he was nearly floating along on the natural high that he had hoped to generate with such a gesture. Yes, he was fully pumped and primed, and his thickening cock, which swung freely below his kilt, was proof enough that he was now more than ready to play!<br><br>"Velcome to Nocturne," he purred through pearly white fangs as he greeted the eager throngs of beautiful Goth girls and gorgeous Goth guys. "A vamp-filled night avaits you, my children!" he called as he ran a graceful hand gently over a delicate shoulder here, followed by a firm fist forced into a strong shoulder there. He was toying with them, being ever-so-flirty, with men and women alike, and they were eating it up. They came for one thing, after all, and one thing only...<br><br>Him!<br><br>Well, okay. Not <em>just</em> him, but certainly his kind. They wanted to be a part of this dark world. They wanted to experience what it was like to walk among those whose hearts beat no more. They wanted the pomp, the circumstance, and every bestial, bloody bit in-between.<br><br>"Come, my children, don't be shy. Embrace the night. Feast upon it and feel it," he encouraged the growing crowd as he allowed them to grope and caress the parts of his body that he openly offered up in such a purposefully revealing outfit. "Oh!" he then playfully exclaimed as someone, just behind him, dared to reach under his kilt. "I said <em>feel</em> it, not fondle it!" he joked as he turned to face the culprit, only to find himself struck silent as the eyes that he connected with may have well been his own.<br><br>It was like looking in a mirror, yet not. Many of the pieces didn't fit, for they simply weren't the same, but the eyes...the eyes were his own, taken by another man...one that was equally attractive, yet very much alive.<br><br><em>Who the fuck are you?</em> he questioned, with a quizzical look and slight tilt of his head, as he inwardly fought to not transmit such a strong reactive thought.<br><br>Then, still unable to find his voice, Alex simply staggered back upon heavy feet until he was finally sucked up into the now throbbing and pulsating crowd. He needed to put some distance between himself and whomever that...that <em>boy</em> was. It made no sense. None at all. And he needed a moment to pull his shit together. Something wicked was at work here and he needed to get to the bottom of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 03:34:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/63/8a/f5/638af50054347bbe3cdc2cb8f0c98383.jpg)<br></div><strong>Name:</strong> "Kitten" Elise<br><strong>With:</strong> The General Staff, Listening to Tobias<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Described<br><hr><br><br>Not to many vamps could walk to the beat of the bass as the sound of the music filled the air. Kitten had been a 'dancer' in her former life and not once had she show cased her skill. She was much more happy being the lady 'everyone needs' after a night of thrill. She threw a weary eyes in Felicity's direction as she watched the brunette whisper something in to Tobias's ear.&nbsp; She just shook her head wondering what could the prim Madonna that was Felicity be up to now. Anyway, Tobias had that sorted. Elise sauntered over to the bar to get herself a few things for the recovery room.&nbsp; Only once did she pause to watch the clients enter into the main way. She smiled, giving them all her pearly whites. Some faces looked very familiar, patrons, while others seemed brand new. Inhaling sharply she could nearly taste the new blood on her lips. However she reminded herself that control was always the best medicine. The best part about watching&nbsp; people walk in was of course to see what they would be wearing. Her lashes fluttered at some of the current fashions, but none were quite as distracting as the ones Cham had on.<br><br>"My goodness.." She voice before grabbing a bottle and some napkins and sitting it out on the counter. She would leave the rest of the set up to the bar tender. Looking&nbsp; over to her right she noticed Abbie still sitting on the counter. She looked so innocent and that was bound to attract someone over. People love the innocent look.&nbsp; Catching her reflection in the mirror behind as she made her way back towards the front of the bar, she gave herself wink and tossed her hair over her shoulder before making her way towards the recovery room. "Alright you guys, make sure everything is neat and in it's place thank you" She said addressing her attendants. Heading back out the room she&nbsp; rounded the corner and began to mingle with some of the customers..<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Twisted iN Tux</strong> on <strong>08-05-2015, 13:20:39</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 Dance Hall, Near the Entrance, Then the Bar<br><strong>With:</strong> A Gorgeous Nocturne Employee...or Ten!<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br><hr><br>As JT entered the club his senses became overwhelmed. One minute he was struggling, just a little, to see where he was going, but then the next he was caught in what felt like the direct beam of a roaming, neon green spotlight. His ears were next to be assaulted - but in a good way - first by the throbbing, low bass music some shadowy DJ was spinning in the center of the room, upon an ornate stage, and then by the flirtatious tauntings and teasings of the sexy staff members who seemed to be, quite literally, swarming the clients from all sides as they made their way across the dance floor.<br><br>Still riding the wave of being recognized at the door by the burly bouncer and then flirted with by the kiddie cashier, Joel gave himself over to the playful vibe that was currently being encouraged by a particularly gorgeous blonde stud, whom he assumed was a member of the staff. Taking advantage of the moment - as well as the guy who currently had his well-developed backside turned towards JT - the young actor took it upon himself to cop a free feel. Reaching under the hem of the guy's kilt, he was pleased to discover, rather quickly, that the stud knew exactly how to properly wear such a sexy garment, for there was now nothing between the skin of Joel's palm and the smooth length of the throbbing cock found below the leather folds.<br><br><em>Damn. He's hung like a fuckin' bull! Although...I could probably give him a run for his money.</em><br><br>Feeling a little like a kid who was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar, JT quickly withdrew his groping digits as the guy turned to face him.<br><br>What happened next, sent a chill up his spine.<br><br>As the guy met his gaze, he froze. Then a look of utter confusion played across his handsome features. No, actually, it was more a look of shock, as if he had just seen a ghost or something equally strange. However, it was the way he staggered off, looking more than a little stunned, that alarmed Joel the most.<br><br>Had he already overstepped some imaginary line? Maybe the guy wasn't into other guys. It was possible, regardless of how flirty he had just been with both genders. He was an employee being paid to make <em>everyone</em> feel at home, but that didn't mean he had to like it when someone of the same sex actually showed interest. Granted, Joel had gone a bit further than just flirting back. Yeah. No. He had actually taken things into his own hands, like, literally. <br><br>But, damn, hadn't it felt good!<br><br>Feeling his buzz fade just a little, Joel decided it was probably best if he simply made his way for the bar and got himself something to drink. The night was still young and he wanted to make certain that he made it through to the other end without being tossed out on his ass by security. Although, being manhandled by Goliath - his new nickname for the bouncer - would probably be fun, that is, if he didn't mind having his balls busted and his face rearranged.<br><br>On second thought. Scrap that idea. His moneymaker was far too valuable to be fucked up by the likes of that brute.<br><br>"I'll take a rum and coke," he ordered, once he found himself standing at the bar. "Actually, screw the coke. Just make it a shot of the good stuff," he was quick to add as he tossed a five on the counter before him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 03:59:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Felicity-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Felicity Shaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front Dance Hall - Hallway Behind the Bar<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://s1177.photobucket.com/user/Briar_Rose_Thorne/media/dress.jpg.html)<br><strong>With:</strong> Tobias <br><br><hr><br>Felicity's arm lingered on Tobias' shoulder, her fingers brushing over the fabric with appreciation.&nbsp; &nbsp;"The hallway will do just fine, Tobias.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to take you away from the opening.&nbsp; The first few minutes set the tone of the whole night, don't they?"&nbsp; Her breath, her lips, stayed close to his ear, enjoying the proximity, even if she wasn't quite sure that she should.<br><br>Slowly, slowly enough not to draw attention or make anyone who wasn't pumped enough after the pep talk to have their mind on the night think they were discussing anything of more import than a late delivery or some equally minor tempest in a teapot.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't all that important, of course, in the scheme of things, but the last thing she wanted was to be too transparent about anything.&nbsp; It ... lacked style at best.<br><br>The guests were filing in, and that was reason enough to put a little extra sway in her stride -- though the fact that Tobias followed was enough.&nbsp; He might not look - he could be a dick like that when he wanted to be - but if he did, she enjoyed giving him, or anybody else who might be watching, a little extra something to look at.<br><br>When they were alone in the hallway, Felicity's eyes rose to Tobias', and she smiled ... just a little.&nbsp; "I just got a call from an Officer Nash from the police department, Tobias.&nbsp; It seems that one of our recent regulars thinks she was followed home from Noctune ... and her admirer has been persistent enough that she felt the need to contact the police.&nbsp; Officer Nash would like to come down and speak to me, and to our other staff to see if anyone might remember seeing anyone who might be ... stalker material."<br><br>She paused on the last two words, her smile widening.&nbsp; "I told him that we would be delighted to offer any help we could."&nbsp; Her head tilted slightly to the side, as she widened her eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"When he comes, I'll escort him around, explain things the right way ... unless, of course, you'd rather do the honors."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 06:55:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; </div><hr>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br>Sitting by the west wall at an otherwise empty table<br>Wearing: Leather jacket, jeans, black boots, thin-strapped sequined halter-top.<br><hr><br>Mare took the beer from the bartender in its aluminum bottle, waving away the tender's efforts to decant the watery American brew into one of their finest plastic tumblers.&nbsp; She studied her admission bracelet, wondering if the code marked her as plebeian-- the way she felt, honestly-- and compared the color code to a few of the others around.&nbsp; The poorer-looking, less fashionable, less achingly beautiful.&nbsp; More like her, she supposed.<br><br>Taking a long swig, she turned to face the room... she felt the leaning stance of a broad-chested, tanned young man toward her... sensed that he was closing distance, feeling her out for an opening and, just maybe, angling his shaved, muscled neck and clean-glistening skull her way.&nbsp; His cologne was pungent enough to her senses... too much, too soapy through his Abercrombie t-shirt that still reeked of the fresh dye and screen-print, carefully orchestrated to look fashionably faded.&nbsp; He looked briefly down her cleavage, and Mare was gone immediately.<br><br>She crossed the floor without making eye contact, and he apparently took this subtle rejection as no slight, for he did not follow.<br><br>Crossing the floor, Mare gave her jeans a subtle tug from one empty belt-loop, ensuring that she didn't let the waistline sag too far below her bare midriff... it was fashionable for girls to show their bikini waxes, it seemed... mons Venus was being flashed about like an advertisement for heavy petting, nearly everywhere she looked.&nbsp; And she did look... nice arms on that guy, nice chest on that girl, nice belly on that goth girl, beautiful calves on the guys making out in the corner.&nbsp; <br><br>She shook off the feeling that she was assessing the herd for a weak one.&nbsp; Quite the opposite, no matter what instinct might dictate... she was looking for someone strong, she supposed... for the one she was supposed to find, the one who, if she'd been steered correctly, would help her learn to control the beast.<br><br>So far, the beast was quiet.&nbsp; <i>Just look for now... so many watching, I'm not going to get all wet on you this easy</i> it said.&nbsp; <i>My teeth will stay behind my lips for now, my claws deep in your fingers where no one can see.&nbsp; I will watch, you will find prey soon. </i><br><br>Breathing deep, she took another relaxing swig and sidled into an empty table along the west wall.&nbsp; She watched, she waited, she breathed.&nbsp; It was stable, for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 06:08:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i58.tinypic.com/30mwxg7.png)</div><em><strong>Name:</strong></em> Tobias<br><em><strong>Location:</strong></em> Hallway off the Bar<br><em><strong>With:</strong></em> Felicity<br><hr><br>Tobias followed Felicity off to the hallway. He was always pleased with how well she gave off the sultry, seductive look. He wasn't sure she was even trying. <br><br>Once they got to the hallway, he listened intently to Felicity's explanation. "A stalker..." he growled, frowning as the details were added. After that outburst, he patiently let her explain as much of it as she wanted, knowing that she would probably be annoyed at even that minor interruption. Not that he thought she'd do anything about it <em>now</em>, but if he offended her, she'd be icy for days, if not weeks. <br><br>Once she was done, he nodded. "That was a good call," he said, thinking over the details. "I remember Nash. Young, eager..." he paused, considering the options. "It would be far better for you to entertain him, give him what he wants to help settle this little problem."<br><br>He cocked his head. "Assuming that the guest's belief that she's being stalked is true," he asked quietly, "do you think it's a guest, or one of our own doing the stalking?" He knew that it would most likely be another guest - one of the vamps stepping out of line would be a far worse problem, all things considered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Feed The Night: Front Dance Hall</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gypsy</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 17:20:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Felicity-small.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character name: </strong>Felicity Shaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hallway off the Bar<br><strong>With:</strong> Tobias<br><br><hr><br>There was a certain kind of thrill, even now, at being alone with another of her kind, forged and sharpened by both age and the suitability for power.&nbsp; &nbsp;Neither was a guarantor of the other, and some of their kindred rose and fell a number of times as the ages swept past.&nbsp; If Tobias had ever grown too weary for the mantle of power, she did not know it.&nbsp; That, in itself, was a heady sort of temptation, to dance in the fire and see how much heat she could withstand, to conquer or be conquered, or to rise from flames simply as worthy, for a time.<br><br>She was conscious of that feeling, that temptation, as she stood in the hallway with Tobias, close enough to convey familiarity and no fear, yet far enough not to assume too much.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"So it would seem," </em>she agreed complacently to his outburst.&nbsp; Oh, there was a flicker of annoyance that he hadn't let her finish, but along with it was the awareness, that temptation upon the edge of her consciousness.&nbsp; Delicious, this game that they played, and thus far beneficial, for them both.<br><br><em>"Flattery, Tobias?&nbsp; From you?"</em> she asked when he complimented her, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head so as to present her grin askance, following it with a soft chuckle.&nbsp; She had had centuries, after all, to practice her delivery.&nbsp; <em>"Those employee management courses have paid off, have they not?"</em><br><br><em>"I'll take care of it.&nbsp; That <strong>is</strong> my job."</em>&nbsp; Her smile did not falter, and she did not hide from him the fact that she would enjoy the doing of it, despite the reasons.&nbsp; It was, after all, but a minor inconvenience, and as much as she like things to proceed on plan, it did not hurt to keep reactions sharp, to exercise all the right muscles.<br><br>And of course, Tobias did not waste time in getting to the heart of the concern.&nbsp; <em>"One of the guests, almost certain.&nbsp; To be so obvious without need is the actions of a wanna-be, is it not?"&nbsp; </em>Felicity's speech, as it often was with him, was a mixture of the old and the new,&nbsp; even if the language they now spoke had been in but its infancy when she had been learning the correct forms of address.&nbsp; <em>"I do not think any of ours would be so needlessly foolish, so careless.&nbsp; If I discover that it is otherwise, would you prefer for me to bring the matter to you, or simply ... handle it myself?"</em><br><br>While she waited, Felicity again reached out, running her hand down the fine weave of the fabric covering Tobias' bicep.&nbsp; For all that she was 'hands off' with the other staff, unless invited, she did not observe that with him.&nbsp; In some ways, it was part of the game, simply to see how and if he would respond, or ignore, her touch.<br><br>In reality, Felicity had little doubt which he would choose, but she asked all the same.&nbsp; The little courtesies were important, should they decide to sustain their ... agreement.
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