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MetaFinal49 Says: (May 6th 2005, 3:37PM)
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Going to watch you. Oh, luv your avatar
Shinigami Says: (Jan 30th 2005, 10:13PM)
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*he blinks at the twitching, lips almost forming a little frown* Are you alright.. *moving to help him up and take him off the dancefloor before he gets trampled*
Shinigami RPG Says: (Jan 29th 2005, 7:03AM)
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((The scene is a future world... Advanced techonology and magics running rampant... ))


Act 1
*for the sake of the plotline, the set up takes place in the town of Karnva (will provide map later). The chars involved each have felt as though they have been followed for the past week. If this 'feeling' were to be checked out, it would appear as though it were only their imagination.

Tonight, the chars just happen to trickle into the same place, a club called Gravitate. The place is large, and well known in this town. Loud bass heavy music playing for the crowd on the main dance floor. Colored and black lights moving over the crowd, the bar off to the side, the full length of the wall, with tables and booths towards the back. It's early in the evening, so the place is not that crowded, yet*


Dorian slides between the legs of some large bipedial bouncer and into the club.
Landing with a grunt on the dance floor he crawls his way(while dodging quite a few blows) toward the bar where he ever so slowly comes up to eyes level with the bar, looking left then right under the brim of his wide hat he decides that it is reasonably safe for the moment to rise the rest of the wayand sit atop the stool.
"what are they looking at...." he mutters to himself as the whole club is almost at a stop from watching him, only the loud music in the background blocking out the obviouse whispers and comments about him.
"its not like they neve..r... seen... " he trails off and begins to stare, transfixed at the parton next to him in a drooling state.


"Whatcha lookin at?" Draeman asked Dorian. She turned back to the bartender and asked for some heated yabareh, which was fine blood wine.

Draeman turned back to Dorian - not sure why he was staring at her. She used to recieve comments about her beauty - but never stares, especially since she cut her hair in such a short fashion. Almost all women nowadays kept their hair long. She stared back - trying to figure out if he was friendly or not, not sure wether to start a conversation when she recognized a face in the dancing crowd.


Dorian leaaaaaaaaaaans out from the bar getting a different angle on his watched.


*in the dancing crowd is a brightly colored creature, standing out just a little more then the others. Long silver hair that had to be looped loosely about the elbow twice so that it did not drag on the ground, adorned with tiny braids with colored ribons and jewels woven in. Eyes held closed, lost in the music, though when opened were the brightest blue of sapphires. Pale creamy skin dusted with glitter, sparkling different colors from the light show going on. Dressed in long flowing, almost robe like clothing, senually cut and designed, accenting the smooth movements of the body held within. Features sharp, androgenous, long elven ears peirced with hoops and studs, thin silver chains drapping and jingling softly with the motions of dancing*


Draeman racked her brains for the name that matched the face. Royalty would frequent her well maintained gardens - so Draeman would meet many royal beauties. None had the beauty of the one gracefully moving to the beat if the thrumming music.

Draeman leaned over to Dorian and asked him if he knew the silverhaired beauty.


Dorian falls backward out of sheer surprize at the suden invasion of personal space. landing with a huff he gets to his feet and nods to Draeman touching the rim of his hat as he goes off to findout.


*the creature continues to dance, as though he was made for this purpose. He seems to be dancing by himself, but not for lack of others wanting his attention, he is simpley lost in the music for the moment*


Dorian walks up the to creature "um... excuse me bu- *thwack*" he is leveled by a spinning move that he didnt see in time


*the creature stops the second that Dorian is leveled, large blue eyes blinking in realization* Oh I am so sorry... here, please... let me help you up


*twitches*
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RPG posted Jan 29th 2005, 6:51AM
Mood: About to EXPLODE!Music: Signs by Creed
So I finally created this account for the RPG that I have set up. I will shortyl be transferring all the information of previous posts over the the comments section of this account.

If you would like to join in this RPG as a -serious- player, please PM this account and I will get back to you ASAP. All non RPG related comments will be ignored.

Members will be added to the Friends list.

Thanks
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