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Post by cienna on Jul 21, 2011 6:55:33 GMT
I'M TIRED OF CHEAP AND CHEERFUL, I WANT EXPENSIVE SADNESS [/font]  ciena averay ,[/font][/b] I WANT YOU TO BE CRAZY CAUSE YOU'RE STUPID BABY WHEN YOU'RE SANE.
---------------------------------------------------[/center] Ciena had always assumed she was not a nightclub sort of person. She'd never actually been inside one, of course, but she'd passed them many times on her nightly walks, and was never impressed by what she was able to catch a glimpse of from the outside. She'd warmed up to that heavy metal music those strange tattooed children liked to listen to quite easily, but the dance and techno music she often heard leaking through the cracks of the nightclub still gave her urges to smash her head against a hard brick wall. It was a cold, emotionless kind of music - and she didn't like that at all.
Curiosity was the sole reason she stood outside, waiting to be allowed in. The kids in front of her were turned away - too young, she thought she heard the guard (or bouncer, as the young humans often call them) say. She pulled out the fake ID she'd had made from the inside of her purse, and held it up towards the large bloke before her. It all felt rather like a joke, of course, being so old and having to have her bloody ID checked. She tried her best to hold in a laugh. Maybe one day she'd have a real ID made for herself. "Birthdate: 1 November 1664," it would say. They'd shake their heads and mumble something about stupid kids, and their stupid jokes. But then, there would be evidence. And then what would they say? Ha!
An amused smile graced Ciena's features, and she slid through the open door, slipping her fake ID back into her purse. Gazing around, she took it all in. The sights, the sounds, the faces... It was exactly as she'd pictured it in her head.
Her eyes wandered the room, and settled onto the bar in the opposite corner. With her usual grace, she made her way over to it, feeling rather out of place already. Her black dress was starting to feel a little too short, her heels a little too high - but a quick glance at all of all the other women in the room served as enough reassurance that she was fine.
She watched the bartender flip bottles this way and that, pouring liquid into liquid, and brewing all sorts of interesting looking drinks. She watched with fascinated eyes, before turning away, suddenly aware that someone else was, in fact, watching her.
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Post by chandler on Jul 22, 2011 20:04:36 GMT
 I FOUGHT IT FOR A LONG TIME NOW[/color][/font] while drowning in a river of denile[/center] So Chandler liked to have a couple of wild nights every once in a while. Shoot him. He actually didn't like going to get drunk just to get drunk. That bugged him to no end. He liked to kick back and enjoy the glass in his fingers instead of chugging it down as quickly as he could. If he happened to get drunk while he was there, then that was something else. Chandler wasn't planning it tonight. He just liked to socialize and feel the atmosphere filled with people and beating bass music. He couldn't even tell the song most of the time because it was so muffled. Though the bass he could feel and hear very clearly. When first walking in, it was always a pain. After a while, his ears turned use to it and it had been like normal times just walking down the street. He had been there for a while. Usually there was someone that looked like could use some company. It seemed that everyone at the moment had a partner to come with.
Chandler really needed some partying buddies so things like this didn't happen. This is actually how he met the majority of the people he knew. Almost everyone was hanging out around the bar. All the shy people were usually being dragged against their will by the very social friends who wanted to corrupt them. People that were bored came here to see what it was all about. There was people like Chandler who wern't hardcore partiers but appreciated a good drink. Some of the most innocent people he even found in here. Now it looked like the kind of crowd that was in here every night. All the girls started to stumble and the guys pretending to stumble, but more or less buying a lot of more drinks of the the friends they met. Chandler wasn't really into getting others drunk either, but it had happened where an already drunk girl came up to him asking for more. Those were pretty rare moments though, in his personal opinion. Most girls wanted the guy to make the first move.
Chandler was close to giving up when his eyes glanced up and saw some movement through the crowd that was a little different. He didn't mean to pin-point by looks, but everyone in the club was wearing hardly any clothes with their bright skins blasting through the colors and beat of music passing through the rooms. The person he spotted was wearing something short, but it was an actual dress (instead of a shirt that was being worn like a dress). Compared to everyone in there, she might as well been wearing a large jacket and long pants. Still, Chandler admired that. Nothing fixed up. Natural beauty was the best. When someone put on so much makeup he couldn't see their true fact, he lost interest. Not to mention that anyone could look good fixed up. It took a true person to walk out with no makeup on and still stride beautifully. From afar, it didn't seem as she wasn't wearing, but that was understandable. No woman did in Chandler's experience.
He also noticed that she was sitting alone. This was perfect for him. Chandler grabbed his drink and took the empty seat next to her. He liked meeting people and being social. Not to mentnion that in this club, the feeling in general was very popular. Guys came up to random girls all the time, though Chandler's motive was so much different than the others. Chandler watched her carefully, as she seemed more fasinated with the bartender making drinks than ordering him one. A theory that maybe she was havign trouble getting his attention popped into his head. He gave a small dazzling smile at her, showing off one of his best features from the start, "You trying to get his attention? Or you just watching?" He asked curiously, seeing maybe the drink could also be on him, just because he was being poliet about it. This enviornment didn't fit Chandler at all, it seemed. Most of the time, quiet places were his favorite. He supposed that a change in his life was nice every once in a while. Being stuck with the same routine everyday became a hasstle. I WASHED UP, FIXED UP, PICKED UP [/color][/size] all my broken things[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cienna on Jul 27, 2011 8:28:29 GMT
I'M TIRED OF CHEAP AND CHEERFUL, I WANT EXPENSIVE SADNESS [/font] ciena averay ,[/font][/b] I WANT YOU TO BE CRAZY CAUSE YOU'RE STUPID BABY WHEN YOU'RE SANE.
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Ciena’s eyes flickered about her surroundings for the gaze she felt on her face, her body. She caught no one, however, and so returned her attention to the bartender before her, who continued with the magic she found herself so fascinated by. It was a more modern kind of art, of course – nothing like this existed back in her day – and in the back of her mind, she knew this was one of those very few things she loved about the evolution of human beings – their constantly expanding creative minds. New ideas were being born with every new generation – it was absolutely fantastic to watch.
Just as the bartender moved quickly onto brewing another drink (the tarty blonde with breasts that looked far too perky to be real had been getting rather impatient) a voice broke through her spacey state of mind, and she dropped with a loud thud back into reality. Her dark eyes found the source of the voice.
It took a moment or two for it to sink in that she was actually being spoken to. The boy seemed friendly - his eyes were kind. She took in the smile, the words, the energy and it wasn’t only till after that she responded. “His hands move so incredibly fast. I don’t know how he does it.” She said this while returning her gaze back to the man behind the bar. It answered his question, didn’t it? “I wonder how long it took to learn how to do everything… just right.”
And then her curiosity nudged at another question. How did these things taste? They were all alcoholic – that was clear – but each little drink was so different, surely each one had it’s own individual personality. She wanted to try as many as she could. But where would she start? Perhaps the friendly stranger could help her out.
She turned her head back to him, the curiosity burning in her brown eyes. “What do you usually have?” she asked, the corners of her mouth curving upwards into a small smile.
His face was bright, boyish and Ciena found she liked this very much. Of course, she didn’t know a single thing about him so it was possible he was just as empty-headed as most of the other kids in the area – but appearance alone made her instantly like him.
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Post by chandler on Jul 27, 2011 21:08:55 GMT
I FOUGHT IT FOR A LONG TIME NOW [/color][/font] while drowning in a river of denile[/center] This woman was defintally transfixed by the quick motions of the bartender. Chandler had a theory, but of course, it wouldn't be a smart thing to ask if it were true or not. He thought that perhaps the bartender was a supernatural, as he did tend to do things at a very in-human pace sometimes. At the same time, every time he came in here, this guy was always there, mixing drinks and friendly chatting with his costumers as he worked for tips. If Chandler were to ask about that, it would just cause problems for everyone. Everything would work out if he was of course, probably giving him a small nod. Though if he wasn't, he would probably look at Chandler as if he had grown two heads, which may caused others to look at Chandler and question what he was thinking. Things just could end awkwardly and the bartender would be wanting to kick the boy out. He was in good terms with the guy. He also preferred to keep it that way, no matter how much his curiousity may have been itching at him.
Thankfully, she didn't turn away from him as others sometimes did. They often took Chandler as more than just wanting to be friends, and of course, didn't want anything to do with it. Honestly that's all Chandler liked to come here for. That and the sake of changing the thing he did every day to make sure wasn't stuck in the same rut. She seemed to understand and was quite friendly to him. Up close, he could see that she was indeed very beautiful. She sort of had a very latino look to her, including the known curves and naturally beautiful faces. Not to mention very soft hair. It seemed with her response that she was just watching the bartender's quick movements. Clearly she hadn't been here a lot of times before. If she had, she hadn't been with the same guy, as Chandler was sure they had backup bartenders in case the current one was out of town or sick. It just made sense.
With slightly of an amused smile, he nodded, "He's been here as long as I can remember. It's probably years of experience." He mused, nodding slightly as he looked over with her. Hands moving that fast were all normal to him. Since he was a hybird, his ability for speed increased with it. He wasn't as strong as a normal werewolf but he was faster than they were. Her thought made him think deeply about it too. Yes, to get everything just perfect took a little more than pratice. As he had to pratice perfect everytime. The very delicate mixes betweeen drink and drinks. Having to memorize was the best part of the mix, or have to adjust according to the order. Chandler was amazed he could remember as many stories as he did. He often came up to Chandler when he first came in and asked him about life, remembering name and where his life had been last. It was his job of course, but he couldn't help but admire him for that kind of dedication.
At her question, he wanted to laugh. Not at her, but himself. Chandler loved variety and different, but at that same time, he pretty much stuck to the same type of drink. A beer. The beers may have differed, but since he wasn't a very heavy drinker, a beer was the perfect thing to have. Circling the glass a little bit with his fingers, just out of habit, he smiled, "I stay pretty ordinary with just a beer." At the mention of it, he grabbed the middle of it and tipped his head to take a little taste. The burning alcohol stabbed the back of his throat for a moment, but passing. When stronger drinks came, the burn tended to linger there, but the beer wasn't as bad. There but not nearly as powerful as the first few moments of it. "Can I get you anything? Like a complicated drink for the bartender?" He asked, teasing a little toward the end. Offering a stranger for a drink anywhere but a club would have been the strangest thing in the world, but it was very normal for this place. Even if he didn't mean it in the same way. I WASHED UP, FIXED UP, PICKED UP [/color][/size] all my broken things[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cienna on Aug 4, 2011 8:20:32 GMT
I'M TIRED OF CHEAP AND CHEERFUL, I WANT EXPENSIVE SADNESS [/font] ciena averay ,[/font][/b] I WANT YOU TO BE CRAZY CAUSE YOU'RE STUPID BABY WHEN YOU'RE SANE.
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Ciena didn't like beer. She could tolerate it, sure, but she only did so to be polite when strangers who were oddly friendly felt the need to buy her a glass. Otherwise, she stayed clear of that particular alcoholic beverage. She nodded at the boy's words, a little disappointed his preferred drink hadn't turned out to be more creative. But then beer seemed to be the more masculine drink anyway, she supposed - perhaps she should ask a woman for a suggestion.
At his question, a smile graced her features once again, and she chuckled at his mention of a complicated drink. He must have been smart to pick up on the fact that it was the "complicated drinks" that she found the most entertaining to watch made. “I love anything complicated, so a complicated drink would be delightful," she said, while laughing softly. "I don't, however, know exactly what to ask for."
She'd heard a couple of names before, but they'd completely slipped her mind. There was a rather odd one that seemed to stick to her... But she couldn't even remember the entire name of that one. A sex on the... shore? Sex on the beach? Maybe even sex in the sea? What peculiar names people of the modern world came up with for their beverages...
She could have guessed, but she wasn't quite so keen on making a fool of herself on the current night. She did that sort of thing far too often for her liking. "I suppose I could just point at various bottles and ask him to mix them together." It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, when she thought of it in her head, but now that she'd said the words out loud... well, she realized how ridiculous they sounded lingering in the air. Who knew what the boy was thinking at this point...
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Post by chandler on Aug 5, 2011 6:59:24 GMT
I FOUGHT IT FOR A LONG TIME NOW [/color][/font] while drowning in a river of denile[/center] Chandler laughed lightly when she told him that she liked the mixing of complicated drinks. He was sure that the bartender liked it just for giving him something to do. Giving the same drinks over and over must have been a bit of a bore. At least Chandler's job gave him the opportunity to learn and think about what could be fixed and what could be wrong with any equipment. Here it was basically the same ingredients staring at you night after night as constantly tried to remember how to make somehting. Not to mention there was so many times were people wanted perticulars. Like 'hold the whatever' and then 'on the rocks' or 'completely dry' or anything of that of the sort. If something wasn't done right, he had to start over and try to get it right this time, this time trying to do everythig perfect. He supposed that the social activity of it could be exciting.
Though it was an interesting way she said it. She loved anythign complicated, as if she liked that in life almost. Chandler wasn't sure if she really meant it that way. Surely, she wouldn't. Honestly, Chandler hated anything complicated in life. He would prefer for things to be nice, easy, and simple as they came. It was probably his very lazy nature, but all the same, making something complicated didn't sound like a very good time. Thats why it was easy to believe that this girl wasn't wanting anything in her life to become complicated. Though he couldn't really be judging her for the first few moments and words they had shared with each other. They were strangers after all. Perhaps that wasn't what she really meant. Or was teasing. It was always hard to tell until he could see when people were kidding or not.
She didn't know what she wanted though. That made it a little more difficult. Chandler did see that she didn't look too thrilled at looking at his very simple light drink. "What do you like?" He asked, wondering if she could name at least a few drinks or tastes. Chandler was pretty fimilar with them. If not, he was pretty good friends withe bartender and could probably ask his opinion. The guy did have to know enough to fit both of them. Though what she said, she could very well do that as well. It was simple enough. His green eyes darted toward the shelf of several drinks that he had to show what exactally he offered to people that had never step foot in there before. "Yeah, you could do that..." He mused with a half smile. At last, he realized they hadn't introduced themselves. If he was going to buy her a drink, he might as well, "I'm Chandler." He smiled, holding out his hands so that she could shake it. I WASHED UP, FIXED UP, PICKED UP [/color][/size] all my broken things[/font] [/center] |
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Post by cienna on Aug 15, 2011 6:50:08 GMT
I'M TIRED OF CHEAP AND CHEERFUL, I WANT EXPENSIVE SADNESS [/font] ciena averay ,[/font][/b] I WANT YOU TO BE CRAZY CAUSE YOU'RE STUPID BABY WHEN YOU'RE SANE.
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Ciena smiled, shaking his extended hand. She was rather impressed by his politeness. Young people she met were usually quite rude -- some intentionally rude (it almost seemed to be fashionable to some), and some just so used to incorporating such rude gestures into their daily lives that they become completely unaware of themselves and what exactly they're doing. Grunting in response, barely able to make eye contact, slouching... she couldn't stand any of it.
Of course, her era wasn't perfect either. Men were open, proud misogynists -- it was accepted, it was the norm. These days men tried to hide it (although, sometimes not very well) -- these days women fought back. And she had, on countless occasions, when it had seemed necessary. Now, however, was a different matter. Chandler seemed to be harmless and friendly.
“Ciena Averay," she told him. People often found it odd that she gave people her last name as well as her first names, but it was what she'd become accustomed to doing, growing up. Back then, people were interested in your family name, and who your mother and father were. These days, "I'm Jim" sufficed. It didn't bother her in the least, however. She had become so used to peoples' responses by now and it wasn't as though anyone could keep track of someone elses family in a place like this -- not that she even cared enough to want to, of course. “Pleased to meet you Chandler."
She glanced around at the people nearby, admiring the few without mugs or bottles, who had instead rather interesting liquids in their cocktail glasses. “Perhaps something fruity," she thought out loud, before catching sight of a woman nearby sipping at something that looked rather tasty. The liquid blended from a bright red into orange and held her attention for a few moments. “Or whatever that is." She gestured towards the woman and her drink.
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