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Post by NOAH DALLAS TURNER on Jul 6, 2013 17:59:30 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #5c514c; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Lock 'n' load and I'm ready to go! [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #343235; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 450px; color: #5c514c;margin-top: 2px; ]ome days Noah tolerated crowds, and others he didn't. Today was one of the days where he wanted to pick his victim. Yes, he had a job to do, money to earn through means which he, if he felt strongly, enjoys. None the less, he liked having a choice and tonight, a crowd was his place to be. The club was expensive, clearly, and the people missing from here would certainly be noticed. He did these things for amusement, nothing occupied his attention for too long except the flow of blood out of his victims bodies. He could do that all day, Noah thought. A cruel smile plastered itself on his lips as he paid the fee and entered the underground club. Really, people should be careful with who they enter a room with.
The man was not much of a dancer, and a thrill ran through him that this was unplanned. Yes, he loved his meticulously planned kills, yes in that buzz of lust, and anger and all kinds of emotions filled room he was like a shark in a fish tank. Brown eyes roamed. He didn't even look towards the bar, alcohol was unnecessary and had barely any effect on him. Some pointless things Noah didn't even start to acknowledge, and some it was impossible not to. None the less, he made his way into the middle of the club, wondering whether he'd have to pretend to be the shy guy who was at a club for the first time. That was certainly one of his favourite persona's to be, because then there was the look of betrayal on the other person's face when Noah completely turned and turned out not to be who he'd said he was. So many people were just so gullible, and made things easy for people like him.
The music didn't make an entrance into his mind. Noah was used to blocking out the useless parts of a mission, and he rather focused on the minds of those people in the room. Those were the things that made him choose. Though sometimes the thoughts were barely worth brushing over. Jealousy over a stolen girlfriend, a girl who's pregnant yet is downing drinks like she doesn't care ... maybe he could go after her. Carve out her baby and show her that that's what happens when you don't take care of yourself. Not that he cared, but it was a thought certainly. His body moved in time to the music, and his eye scanned to find someone interesting enough to scare. Hopefully someone who fights back, he wants a challenge. Not that anyone here could be a challenge, but beggars can't be choosers.
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[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] WORDS: enough | STARRING: anyone | OUTFIT: coming | LOCATION: the club | NOTES: whoot for noah posts! | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by LUNA GRACE CHEVALIER on Jul 31, 2013 15:14:33 GMT
Luna really hated secrets. She hated the fact that the closest person to her wasn’t telling her everything to calm her down. The young faerie left her brother’s company in a bad huff. He knew what was going on around Manuka but he didn’t even bother to acknowledge that fact. Her older brother wasn’t scared, he was never scared of anything. However, she was. Defending herself was something she never really learned how to do. Always leaning on her older brother who was more skilled as well as smarter than her. The young faerie bit her lower lip as she made her way down to the lower leaves of her brother’s company. She needed to relax and to feel young again. To feel normal was something she really wanted.
Even with her brother’s aide she was able to get a teaching job. Why else would they even consider hiring a woman as young as she was? She wasn’t even fully done with college herself. The blonde woman shook her head and just started walking. She wasn’t looking, no not at first, but soon she came in contact with the large brawly man that guarded the nightclub door. “Ms. Luna, are you alright?” Yes of course he would be kind to her, it was her older brother’s will and he got everything he wanted. “Oh, yes! Sorry, I’m just a bit dazed. I was actually thinking of going in, is that alright?” She asked with a small smile. The man smiled back and nodded, not even bothering to check her ID he let her inside without a second thought.
As strange as it sounded, Luna didn’t feel like her own person anymore. She loved Elliot dearly but, through his influence could she get anything. She wished it would be through her own for once and not just an attachment. Thankfully the club might offer the best place to escape. Only the staff knew her, but the dancing crowd? Not a single person. She smiled at the thought and happily made her way into the dancing group. The music was perfect but also hypnotizing at the same time. Her brother sure knew how to pick a track or two. Her body moved with the beat and at first she didn’t even notice a few men coming closer to her. Asking her to dance or a drink, that was until they spoke to her.
The girl forgot she was a faerie. Silly right? But up until recently she actually didn’t know she was a pureblooded faerie. Her mother told her right before she left for Manuka that it would be hard for anyone to resist her. Elliot even couldn’t and he himself shared the faerie blood. Never the less, she easily turned down the men and just continued to dance. It was a nice escape from the growing darkness that lingered outside the walls. She felt safer dancing. As weird as it was, she was in control of something for once and even thought it was her body, she liked it. Being able to do something for her, even if it was something as dumb as dancing, well it was amazing.
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Post by NOAH DALLAS TURNER on Sept 6, 2013 15:04:07 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #5c514c; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Lock 'n' load and I'm ready to go! [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #343235; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 450px; color: #5c514c;margin-top: 2px; ]It was hard to most people to pick a single person out of a crowd of people. That one that stood out the most, and right now to Noah, not one of them stood out as something special. Pathetic, honestly, but his fingers itched. They ached for blood and he would get it. He danced, his body moved with his command. It wasn’t something he much cared about; it was simply a means to an end, something to amuse him with. ‘Amuse’ being a really big jump from what he actually felt, there was neutrality to anything that Noah did. Dancing wasn’t fun; sex was just a release and a bodily function that was needed to be done. The only thing that made his nerve endings quiver was the satisfaction of flesh ripping beneath his fingers. He brought his thumb to his mouth, biting on it a little, just enough to draw blood. The male didn’t even flinch, but his eyes darkened as he searched for a victim. He didn’t quite know who he wanted. Maybe the raven haired guy, but no, he was high off his mind and Noah wanted his victim to feel ever moment of what he wanted to do to them. There was a smile on his face, and a brunette approached him, dancing. He moved with her, but she held no interest to him. Noah revelled in the chaos of the music mixed with the abundance of thoughts within this room of the club. So many thoughts, secrets, and then there it was. One that stood out a little.
In control of something for once, even if it was just her body.
Noah wanted to test that theory. He left the brunette dancing with him; the flicker o hurt not even penetrating his faerie side because he couldn’t give a damn. Noah followed the thought. He knew the direction it was coming from, but so many bodies was blocking it that he had to navigate around them. Now that he found what he wanted, there was no way that he could be stopped from getting it. Even though the rest of her thoughts were boring, mundane, Noah wanted to show her that she didn’t have control of anything for once. Not even her body. Once he saw the girl that the thoughts were coming from, he focused on her. He blocked the other thoughts behind him a little, so that they were almost barely there static, and hers were clearest. She wouldn’t know this, but Noah would go through her mind, be the person that she might want him to be to lure her out of this club. As much as he loved a meticulously planned kill, there was something to be said about alleyway murders. Some people talk the same way about sex, but to Noah this was better. Oh so much better. He licked his lips, his body moving to the music as he approached the girl. Young. His eyes took in her skin, so so smooth. So perfect. Not for long.
Boom. Boom. Boom. The beat led his feet to dance in front of her, brown eyes of his warm and innocent, or as innocent as Noah could make them. He was a good actor, and he could sense that she was a faerie too. She’d be able to tell if his emotion was or was not there, but luckily there was so much emotion around them that it was easy to project. And reading her thoughts, she was new at this anyway. This would be easy, so easy. She’ll never have control of anything again. Noah plastered a bright grin on his face, to anyone who knew him they’d know that this was the worst face of Noah’s they could see. The stony, cold face wasn’t as bad as the one where he smiled because that only meant that he wanted one thing. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, so close to her ear that his breath brushed across her skin. Start with attention, flatter her. Feign interest and lure her out to ‘talk’, pretend to not be one of ‘those guys’ who just wanted to fuck. She seemed like that kind o girl, and if she wasn’t, well, Noah could always work around that. He timidly placed his hands on her waist, the heat of the club was good because he could will his cheeks to redden, though he wasn’t hot. He was never hot. He pretended that this was new to him, that he was afraid to approach a girl but he couldn’t help approaching her. “You’re a beautiful dancer.” He said, looking down and then back up to meet her eyes, the brown of his hidden in the dark of the club, which was just as well.
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