Post by VV on Apr 23, 2009 14:02:52 GMT -5
OOC: This is an open thread, and the post is incomplete. Feel free to trounce around the club, however this is mainly a human venue; vampires are strictly forbidden to enter, and werewolves/beasts are generally not welcomed.
Also, this is an upscale lounge/dance club hybrid. There's a team of doormen and promoters at the door, and to get in, people queue up single-file and have their IDs checked, while the door girls take the cover fee inside.
BIC:
Vay was in awe. The place was packed; a building of bricks and a hundred or so bodies jumping around with the smell of hot sweat, alcohol, and grey smoke in the air. In the corner was man with headphones working electronics, which apparently, was the source of the music. Here was the pit of hedonistic fun—a two storey nightclub and lounge called ‘Miss Demeanour’ found in the heart of St. Louis, a few blocks from the river. This was where he would meet his informant from the Order, who called himself ‘Sin’. However, he felt himself drifting. There was something eerie in the music.
Ah, the music… He was impressed. There were layers upon layers of sound—mechanical, aural, melodic, and underneath it all, a tribal beat that pumped its life into his body, while the rhythm of the deep bass threatened to send his bones flying. He began to understand these people—their vibes as they danced wildly. This was their pleasure. He could feel the music beginning to slip into him—into his skin, into his flesh, and into his sinew.
Vay snapped out of his trance. As much as he loved to play, he had come here with a purpose. Now that he had stepped in, all he had to do was find Sin. Well, it seemed easier to think that. Out of the hundreds of people, where was the guy? The release from trance had left him confused. Thankfully, he managed to pull it together, and found the nearest staff member—the bartender.
‘What do you want?’ the bartender shouted in his ear over the music. She was a short blonde thing with green eyes and dimples on either side of her cheeks.
‘Sin--I’m looking for him,’ Vay shouted in her ear.
She laughed incredulously, and then shouted back, ‘Everyone’s looking for him. Who are you?’
‘Ah, he sounds important,’ Vay remarked with a grin. ‘I’m Vay Vogel, a business partner; he’s expecting me.’
‘Oh! Okay, yeah he said he was meeting a VV. Here, take this guest card. It’ll let you in the VIP area—the elevator in the back goes straight to the room,’ the bartender smiled, and handed him a small red card.
-VV
P.S. That's all I'm cranking out right now. I have the skeleton of the scene in my head, but I'm just pooped. Time for food!
Also, this is an upscale lounge/dance club hybrid. There's a team of doormen and promoters at the door, and to get in, people queue up single-file and have their IDs checked, while the door girls take the cover fee inside.
BIC:
Vay was in awe. The place was packed; a building of bricks and a hundred or so bodies jumping around with the smell of hot sweat, alcohol, and grey smoke in the air. In the corner was man with headphones working electronics, which apparently, was the source of the music. Here was the pit of hedonistic fun—a two storey nightclub and lounge called ‘Miss Demeanour’ found in the heart of St. Louis, a few blocks from the river. This was where he would meet his informant from the Order, who called himself ‘Sin’. However, he felt himself drifting. There was something eerie in the music.
Ah, the music… He was impressed. There were layers upon layers of sound—mechanical, aural, melodic, and underneath it all, a tribal beat that pumped its life into his body, while the rhythm of the deep bass threatened to send his bones flying. He began to understand these people—their vibes as they danced wildly. This was their pleasure. He could feel the music beginning to slip into him—into his skin, into his flesh, and into his sinew.
Vay snapped out of his trance. As much as he loved to play, he had come here with a purpose. Now that he had stepped in, all he had to do was find Sin. Well, it seemed easier to think that. Out of the hundreds of people, where was the guy? The release from trance had left him confused. Thankfully, he managed to pull it together, and found the nearest staff member—the bartender.
‘What do you want?’ the bartender shouted in his ear over the music. She was a short blonde thing with green eyes and dimples on either side of her cheeks.
‘Sin--I’m looking for him,’ Vay shouted in her ear.
She laughed incredulously, and then shouted back, ‘Everyone’s looking for him. Who are you?’
‘Ah, he sounds important,’ Vay remarked with a grin. ‘I’m Vay Vogel, a business partner; he’s expecting me.’
‘Oh! Okay, yeah he said he was meeting a VV. Here, take this guest card. It’ll let you in the VIP area—the elevator in the back goes straight to the room,’ the bartender smiled, and handed him a small red card.
-VV
P.S. That's all I'm cranking out right now. I have the skeleton of the scene in my head, but I'm just pooped. Time for food!