Post by Sonya Chernova on Oct 11, 2019 2:40:00 GMT -4
Come - And - Go
Spirits flowed with an easy hand and a comfortable smile. Amber was only one of many colors of liquid that spilled into glasses and transported those present out of their own minds. Glowing blues, shimmering pinks, shining oranges, this was not a dive bar in the backstreets of Tokyo. There was wealth here, standards, hunger, and desires. The Bar hadn't been here before, no one was really sure where it had popped up from or who had funded it. No one really cared. It was an easy first stop for those making their way into the deeper parts of Shinagawa.
Approaching the bartender was rewarded with an easy smile and casual grace. He prepared his drinks as he spoke, passing them out without batting an eye. A flirtatious glance here, a gruff nod there, whatever it took to endear him to the guests. Anything to maintain the comfortable atmosphere. Was it his own survival instincts that inspired his almost supernatural talents? Perhaps. Or perhaps he just enjoyed the work he did; the jury was still out.
Various booths were spread around a carefully polished floor. Some were more open, purveyors of snacks, drinks, and less savory services went from one table to another, giving their own easy smiles and playful winks. The closer one looked though, the more readily one could pierce the veneer of pleasantries that hung over the place. Security guards, likely quirkers, were positioned all around the venue. Several carried weapons, others were plainclothes. Men with dark looks in their eyes sat in more private looking booths, speaking in low voices before departing to deeper places in Shinagawa.
Amidst it all, she played. Atop the dais at the center of the club. Her porcelain skin bathed in artificial light that caused the milky white halo hanging around her body to sparkle with brilliant flashes of white light, Sonya played. The violin beneath her chin, her fingers on the neck, dancing over strings one after another. Her bow courted the strings as well, giving life to the music in the back of her mind. She turned slowly as she played, making sure all that sat could see her face while she poured every emotion she could muster into the tune. This was her cover, of course, Sonya's cover. What other reason would a dignified young student from Tokyo University attend to such a place but exposure?
Sonya's outfit
She dove into one last tune, she would take a break after this, maybe even mingle. That would be nice, she was growing anxious and the real events had not even started. The whole city was in for a wave of madness that even she could not predict.
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Feel free to post your meeting up with a contact here or just enjoy the show and food, talk to one another if you like and move on to your next thread. This is an open casual thread intended to make the IC transition into Shinagawa organic. Have fun with it.
--Web
Approaching the bartender was rewarded with an easy smile and casual grace. He prepared his drinks as he spoke, passing them out without batting an eye. A flirtatious glance here, a gruff nod there, whatever it took to endear him to the guests. Anything to maintain the comfortable atmosphere. Was it his own survival instincts that inspired his almost supernatural talents? Perhaps. Or perhaps he just enjoyed the work he did; the jury was still out.
Various booths were spread around a carefully polished floor. Some were more open, purveyors of snacks, drinks, and less savory services went from one table to another, giving their own easy smiles and playful winks. The closer one looked though, the more readily one could pierce the veneer of pleasantries that hung over the place. Security guards, likely quirkers, were positioned all around the venue. Several carried weapons, others were plainclothes. Men with dark looks in their eyes sat in more private looking booths, speaking in low voices before departing to deeper places in Shinagawa.
Amidst it all, she played. Atop the dais at the center of the club. Her porcelain skin bathed in artificial light that caused the milky white halo hanging around her body to sparkle with brilliant flashes of white light, Sonya played. The violin beneath her chin, her fingers on the neck, dancing over strings one after another. Her bow courted the strings as well, giving life to the music in the back of her mind. She turned slowly as she played, making sure all that sat could see her face while she poured every emotion she could muster into the tune. This was her cover, of course, Sonya's cover. What other reason would a dignified young student from Tokyo University attend to such a place but exposure?
Sonya's outfit
She dove into one last tune, she would take a break after this, maybe even mingle. That would be nice, she was growing anxious and the real events had not even started. The whole city was in for a wave of madness that even she could not predict.
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Feel free to post your meeting up with a contact here or just enjoy the show and food, talk to one another if you like and move on to your next thread. This is an open casual thread intended to make the IC transition into Shinagawa organic. Have fun with it.
--Web
