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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Mar 24, 2020 23:02:30 GMT -4
Already she could hear the gentle thump of music echoing out from the party, and her smile got wide. Her heart was already following the beat, and Luzia bounced in excitement. Yessss, this was just what she needed! All this training stuff, all the talking with Muramasa and his men, talking about politics and fhil-ah-soh-fee and anger... it was all getting a little much. All the sweat and anger and exhaustion was just too much, she needed to take a break, to relax, to exhaust herself, but in a fun way!
Bathed in the light of the club, Luzia waited in line, giggling excitedly and practically bouncing in place. She had heard things about this place, how it was fancy and neat and really, really fun, but she never had the money to get in it! Well, she did now, and she even had the time, so she was especially happy to run up to the bouncer as soon it was her turn.
"I.D."
Luzia blinked, pouting playfully before grinning. "Aw, come on, whaddya doin' talkin' about boring stuff like that?" She winked, pushing up to him, putting her hands on him. "I know something that'll get me in without having to worry about stuff like that~." She blinked, blushing as he grabbed her arms, lifting her up completely above the ground and setting her aside.
"No I.D., no entry."
She huffed softly in annoyance, stomping her foot. The serious sort of guy was boring, especially when she needed to get away from such serious people! Here she was, dressed up in the most colorful, fun clothes she could find, sparkling, shining, and even showing off a little skin, and this guy was gonna ruin her fun. "Fine, fine...!" She reached into her purse, pulling out her card - a fake, but still mostly genuine with what it said about her - and held it out to him. Annoyed, but wanting to keep her good mood, she winked at him. "I'm legal, baby. If you want, you can find me later for some fun~." Her flirting crashed and burned, and he just stared at it for a moment, while she fumed softly, snatching it back as it was offered.
Finally let in, she practically stomped her way through the door, but she gasped, putting her hands over her mouth in awe and excitement. The entrance was a hallway, and it was completely dark, except for the neon lights in purple and blue and red sitting on the walls. She squeed in excitement, running her way inside, pushing open the door and letting the music hit her ears in full force. The whole club was like that! So dark, but so bright with the best light possible! The furniture was some sort of clear plastic, and the dance floor...~!
Holy shit, even without scoring, she was gonna have fun here!
Squealing again, she ran down the steps to the floor, bounding down the steps two, three at a time, she was only stopped by a can being thrust into her face from the side. She gasped, nearly smacking into it, looking aside, almost angry, but the person selling explaineed that it was body paint that glowed in the club's blacklights. She shivered in delight and excitement; she loved that paint, she had always wanted to try it, how amazing even was this club?! She snatched it out of her hands, throwing money at her before rushing off with a giggle, only coming out of the dressing room after she had painted herself and her clothes in intricate, cute patterns that made her grin ear-to-ear.
She had definitely forgotten about her stress at this point.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Apr 19, 2020 18:45:31 GMT -4
No matter how much you tried to forget someone, they always came back to bite you in the ass whether they liked it or not. It was especially hard with relationships that actually meant something. Jasmine had heard somewhere that the time it took to get over someone was double that of how long the relationship lasted... assuming the relationship was a good one, anyway. The ashen wolf had been together with Rin for around... a year and a half, she reckoned. Fuck.
While normally Jasmine wouldn't be the person who'd let something like that get to her, it had gotten especially hard lately. She'd often dream in the night, being woken up by vivid visions of the past that would come to haunt her. The bed they shared, the warm embraces, the cute arguments over who would take the best seat on the couch on the Sundays that they always spent together, contrasted by the now dark and cold, lonely walls of a room which was barren. The ashen-haired lass did her best to try to drown the anxiety away yet she had decidedly done it via more productive ways. Training and studying were her main go-to's now as opposed to once upon a time where she'd drown her sorrows in liquor when she was still a minor. Funny how age worked.
But honestly at this point Jasmine was getting far more frustrated than she thought she'd be. Nothing she did helped ease the weight in her chest and she had now sighed her millionth sigh trying to fix herself and the issues that just wouldn't fuck off. Enough was enough. She needed to do something, and the only thing she could think of - barring talking with an honest to God therapist - was just getting shitfaced and getting a rebound. She used to do stuff like that all the time in the past - casual one night stands weren't anything special to her. Yes, she was only eighteen and ONS weren't that unusual. Lots of people would probably find that fucked up. Jasmine would just say she did the best with the cards she was dealt.
With those thoughts firmly in her mind, Jasmine decided to let loose on this Friday night. For one night and one night only in what felt like a small eternity, the ashen wolf decided to tell all of her responsibilities to fuck off. She actually put effort into it too, what with her actually asking Yumi to borrow her some make-up. It wasn't much, mostly eye primer, eyeshadow, and then some mascara and eyeliner on top to get her emerald greens to really pop. She wasn't much of a make-up geek but even she knew what and how to use to get an even better look than usual going.
She'd even gotten some accessories going, much to her own chagrin. A long, white blouse left her shoulders uncovered as it extended over her hips, ending up a tad ripped and rippled at the bottom, revealing the silver buckle of a black leather belt strapped around tight light blue jeans, ripped here and there at her thigh, knee and shin. The tight fit was deftly and neatly shoved into a pair of Jasmine's regular yet incredibly nicely maintained jet black leather combat boots that were long enough to go a tad above her ankle. On her neck the ashen wolf sported a small wire of a chain with a silver dog tag hanging from it with whatever inscriptions having once been on it now being messily carved out. Jasmine also had a few wiry silver bracelets loosely hanging on her left wrist, and on the middle finger of her right hand she adorned a jet black ring made out of bedrock.
It still wasn't all too warm outside, especially during the night time, as as such Jasmine had also decided to toss on her black leather jacket - the sleeves of which she had promptly pulled up mid-forearm. Said jacket was also a good excuse for her to not have a handbag to keep her phone and wallet in. She absolutely hated handbags of any sort with a passion and she was sure as shit glad she wouldn't have to put the cigarettes she had bought inside of one.
Hey, if you're going all in, might as well, right?
The aforementioned cigarettes were a life-saver during the time she was waiting in line to be let into this club she'd heard some people on the web talking about. Apparently this place had some wild events going for it lately and Jasmine, despite having been out of the game for quite a while, was never one who only pushed one foot through the door. She'd finished her cigarette by the time it was her turn by the bouncer and she'd quickly tossed it to the ground and put it out with her boot as she showed the man her I.D. The process was quick enough and she found herself inside the place without too long of a wait. The first thing she saw? Darkness. Darkness and neon everywhere. Oh boy.
Thump. Thump. Thump. She felt the waves of the dark EDM beat flow through her like wildfire as it reverberated in her chest, making her freeze a little as she glanced at the dance floor. So many of the party-goers were already going absolutely HAM, dressed in all kinds of different colors complimented by what she could only assume was blacklight paint. This was turning out to be more like a rave than anything else and Jasmine realized that her choice of wardrobe might not have been the best one.
Fuck it, I came here to get drunk and get these clothes off 'a me anyway, she reasoned in her head and turned on her heel, making a beeline towards the bar. Having pushed through a few patrons who were already going at it - either with each other or with their drinks - Jasmine quickly caught the eyes of the barkeep who smiled at her with a smile that she would've recognized even if she'd been outta the game for a hundred years.
"So, gorgeous, what'll it be?" He asked, making her snort. Yeah, not fishing for sausage here, bucko. But he didn't need to know that. The money she'd earned from those demolition jobs would only last so long.
"Gimme a shot of tequila and a bourbon on the rocks," she yelled out through the beat and, while the guy seemed a little surprised at first, it didn't take him long to bring her her choice of poison after a very drawn out comin' right up!. Without a second thought Jasmine downed that thing like it was water, her face not scrunching up in the slightest. On the contrary - she actually liked the burning taste and aftertaste in her throat.
"Come on, gimme another," she said without waiting for too long, casually sipping from her glass of whiskey as she waited and bathed in neon, her eyes scanning the many people present while her mind came up with very bad ideas.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Apr 21, 2020 11:38:40 GMT -4
The fact that her clothes didn't stand out made her feel so much better; even after forgetting her troubles, leaving her responsibilities behind, she felt at home, she felt like she had some kindred people here, people that just wanted to have fun, wanted to dance, wanted to feel as happy as possible. A place like this... there didn't need to be any worries, no work, no stress, just fun, even if just for a night.
She always chased after stuff like that, that was what she lived for.
Putting the finishing touches on her paintjob, she smiled in the mirror, staring at it excitedly before turning off the light. Despite that, the light level didn't change at all, and that was the best part! She was glowing brightly, in blue and pink and red and green - after snatching a couple more cans - in intricate patterns all over her body. None of the patterns actually meant anything, she had just let herself go crazy, trying some ivy patterns or swirling patterns, the only things that really had any meaning were the hearts on her cheeks, and those just made her feel cute~. Fully dressed and fully painted, Luzia was finally ready to get down, get dirty, and have some fun! Smacking her hands on the wall, she pumped herself up, giggling happily before running out.
First thing she needed to do was get a hit; it wasn't a party until she did, but that was easy; places like this always had someone selling something, and what she did find was nice and light, something that would just perk her up, and that was exactly what she had wanted! Tonight was amazingly lucky, and if she wasn't already havivng such a great time, she would have wondered when - not if - things would suddenly turn to the shitter.
A little pill on her tongue, and everything was so much better; the lights were brighter, the darkness was darker, the music was clearer... everything good became great, and she couldn't help herself; she ran onto the dance floor, beaming excitedly as she joined everyone else and danced her heart out, shaking her hips and grinning as a girl got close to dance with her.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Apr 26, 2020 17:23:57 GMT -4
As the music kept thumping and thumping, thumping and thumping, Jasmine had quickly found herself nursing something of a buzz. Between avoiding the bartender's sorry excuse for advances and chatting up girls who approached the bar in the search of more poison, the ashen wolf had downed about six shots of tequila which she had deftly mixed with a chaser of cold hard liquor down the hatch. By this point her cheeks were already flushed and eyes a bit foggy with intoxication. Smiles more easily made her lips turn upwards and she, as a result, had become more approachable, conversing and laughing along with anybody who decided to chat her up. That wasn't even counting the many, many group shots she had taken together with some ravers generous enough to randomly decide to include her into the party.
Before Jasmine herself knew what was what one of the girls she'd been sharing a drink with had dragged her over to one of the many dressing rooms the staff of the club had prepared for this very special night. A little confused at first, the ashen wolf almost made a fool out of herself by thinking this was the raver girl's way of getting what she wanted. Luckily Jasmine still had enough clarity to hesitate for just long enough to notice the can of blacklight paint she had with her. The girl grinned at her as she snaked her finger around Jasmine's arms and neck.
The ashen wolf paused for a bit... you know what? Fuck it.
Within about ten minutes and one hell of a tongue-twister session later Jasmine was back at the bar to finish off the last shot she had ordered. With how she was now she didn't feel as out of place as she had about an hour ago. What was once pale and scarred skin was now dressed in the many colors that blacklight would allow; all kinds of intricate patters and designs painted her skin blue, green, yellow, red and everything in between, many of which were orchestrated via Jasmine's own design due to her background as an artist. She looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing herself through the mask of colorful paint on her cheeks that made her seem like an actual silver wolf. Without even realizing it, she grinned.
The ashen haired lass quickly found herself ensnared by the beat reverberating so loudly it made her heart pump faster and faster, so fast it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her body begun moving in sync with the dark rhythms and the seemingly paranormal beats, hips swaying back and forth as her hands rose above her head. She'd quickly found herself on the dance floor without even looking for it, eyes closed and a seemingly permanent smile etched on her face. The alcohol swimming in her system only served to further push her towards bliss. Bodies, unrecognizable through the haze and miasma of colors, merged together to form one singular entity of motion, pulsating together with the tempo set by the DJ.
Sweat trailed down her brow as she danced, danced and danced. A few of the people she'd met before had waved at her and came to join her, the sensual movements of their bodies enough to entrap her so vividly she couldn't even begin to fathom not being in the here and now. Within what felt like centuries but at the same time mere seconds Jasmine found herself in the middle of the pack, dancing incredibly close behind a girl she found familiar, yet knew nothing about at the same time. Yet she didn't care. In the heat of this particular moment, Jasmine had lost herself completely, so far gone inside this hurricane of party paraphernalia that nobody could really blame her for not realizing that she was dancing with a murderer... even if she had recognized her.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on May 7, 2020 20:55:19 GMT -4
She was a slave, and that was the best way to be. The music was so wonderful; it coursed through her, flowing through her body like water, making it flow with the music. Her heart pounded, calm excitement flowing with the music as she shifted her arms, her legs, her hips to whatever the DJ wanted her to do, and she still hadn't broken a sweat!
The lights... oh, everyone was glowing so beautifully! So many blues, so many reds and greens and pinks and greens, and it all meshed together into one gorgeous painting of so many colors and movements as everyone danced together. This place was heaven! Such lovely sounds, such lovely colors, such lovely lights, such lovely people! It was all a blur, but it was the best kind of blur, mixing together to create a beautiful painting of light!
Luzia didn't even gasp when she felt someone sensually dancing against her back; at least four people had already done that, but this person was interesting! This person had a wolf face! Not the kind that meant she had a quirk, she made herself have an almost-mask! It was beautifully crafted, too... a lot of the people here mashed the paint on themselves - that or had paint from other people on them - but this girl went further and made her face art! She had long since forgotten about it, but Luzia's own face went with the theme of hearts, her forehead covered in a beautiful ivy with hearts instead of flowers, flowing down to the bridge of her nose, spreading out over the sides of her head and to her cheeks, where two particularly large hearts were.
She grinned as she saw the girl that had come up to her, bumping her hips into her playfully. "Oh nooooo, I'm gonna get eaten by a big bad wolf~! One with such a pretty face, too~!"
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jun 4, 2020 6:57:44 GMT -4
Within her trance, Jasmine could only see a spectrum of colors as the lights danced around her. A symbiosis of rhythm and sensory disbelief urged her body to move forward as intoxication swirled within her very bones. Half-lid eyes were dazed as her body moved all on its own, hips shaking as hands were up above her head, fingers joining together as she slowly ducked low, only to later come back up in the same enthralling manner that she started with. Every breath, every sight, every sound and every movement seemingly aligned together into a beautiful cacophony of depravity and desire as her ashen hair whipped about with every twist of her head.
Then, a ripple. A disturbance in her beautiful synergy, violently ripping across her, pulling the girl out of the choir of lustful, brilliant noise. She'd felt and seen her, a bump across her hip making her shake just a slight bit. Her voice cut through the rhythmic thumping like a knife through skin, making Jasmine exhale a steamy breath.
As soon as it was cut, it resumed. Her body quickly settled inside the subsonic breaths of the woofers vibrating through the suffocatingly hot air. Yet, this time she wasn't alone. Every single movement aligned itself with those of another; hearts and ivy were all Jasmine saw with a wave of pink falling down her shoulders, enticing the wolf. There would be no time wasted as Jasmine moved with purpose, going up and down, pulling the other with her, almost forcing her inside the wolf's space. So close. The hot breath against her skin felt electrifying.
The wolf's hunt had come to its apex -- her target was acquired. Said target would be stripped of her movement as the wolf's claws would quickly acquire the feeling of the other's skin. She was now in control. The other would be spun around, her movement controlled like a puppet. Back against chest, the wolf's claws circled the other's body, examining every nook and cranny as both of their hips still rocked to the rhythm of the beat.
Lips touched neck, then. Feeling warmth, skin, sweat. The feeling was just as intoxicating as the poison that now flowed through her veins, fueling her with lack of thought and an overflow of desire. A small smile came over Jasmine as she'd heard the other's voice again, temporarily cutting through the haze, yet at the same time forcing the wolf deeper down the rabbit hole. Teeth were barred as that very same smile widened... only to sink into the skin of the other's neck, taking a good, loooooooong taste as the two of them continued to move in sync, slaves to the beat and the woeful feelings of desire that came with it.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Jun 7, 2020 14:51:42 GMT -4
Music pulsing through her, she was already dancing sensually, the only way she knew how to dance, and with her mind fogged, she barely noticed, let alone paid attention to whoever or whatever she danced with... or against. Hands flowed up and down her body, her hips shook left and right, grinded and shook; she was young, but she knew how to party. Murder and assault were all well and good, but this was her element; partying, playing with people, feeling their touch, glowing with the best of them, being visible.
Luzia growled playfully at the white wolf, smirking up at her, seeing nothing but darkness and a wolf's face. Even with all the glowing lights in this place, it was so dark tyhat it was hard to see details, and even then, all the lights meshed together, pulled apart, and moved in a dancing painting that they and the darkness were the only things that existed, and the darkness only existed to make the light even more beautiful.
A willing victim, an animal that wanted to be preyed, she was pulled closer and closer to the predator, purposefully ignorant and beyond; as one pulled, the other pushed, and there was no shortage of contact, her hands exploring her new dance partner instead of herself. Her movements were guided, and as she saw the predator's maw open wide, the prey offered her neck as her hands reached back, exploring far more than was polite.
She did everything but scream as she felt teeth in her neck, and her tongue ran along her lips as she reached back, grabbing her hair, letting the wolf dig into her neck as much as it wanted. Her breaths came out even more heated as she felt it, her dancing fueled even more by desire, mot genuine, desire that was there instead of a facsimile. She did everything but scream as her neck pulsed with her beat, the objects of desire and adoration turning to a mask of ferocity and skill, a grin on her face as she knew nothing but excitement.
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Post by Jasmine Noir on Jun 22, 2020 2:14:17 GMT -4
In the dark limelight of the percussion throttling against her entire being, the wolf had found herself in a trance. Reasoning was still there, yet severely hindered by poison. Enthralled by the beat her body moved to greet it. Encapsulated by the prey in her arms, she feasted. Lights flickered around them as bodies moved, a cacophony of depravity spilling over as muscles tensed. The sound was getting progressively louder, each sensation digging prowling along her skin like a predator ready to pounce.
Until there was nothing.
Her vision was foggy and her muscles ached. The very first thing she could feel was how dry her throat was and how it felt like a skunk had decided to nest inside it... then came the headache. One for the ages, Jasmine felt like someone was trying to stick a searing hot pike into the back of her head. She groaned quietly as a hand rose to rub at her temples. She turned onto her shoulder, only to see a nightstand she couldn't recognize.
Then it hit her.
She blacked out.
Jolting a little, Jasmine half-leaned up... and immediately fell back down when the hangover-induced headache got worse. She felt so dizzy she thought she'd vomit. Heart rate a little elevated, the wolf couldn't recognize where she was. Her clothes were strewn about the floor next to the bed -- and what she could tell were someone else's clothes too.
She felt it, then. A soft rumble on the bed frame. Warmth. Blinking, she glanced to the other side of the bed... only to meet the silky smooth skin of a female back and a mop of messed up pink hair. So that's why I feel sore... she thought, sighing to herself. The more she thought about it, the more flashbacks she'd managed to get through the miasma of the migraine that was now effectively trying to kill her.
This was the girl she was dancing with back at that club and this was the very same girl that took Jasmine home with her. Was this her home? She couldn't tell. But what she could tell was that she'd gotten exactly what she had wanted, and while she couldn't deny that the act itself had been quite blissful...
...she felt hollow.
A soft sigh left her lips. As much as she hated dipping the ashen haired third year really wanted to avoid what came next. She had neither the health nor the emotional energy to go through with it. Carefully and quietly, almost like a mouse caught in a trap, she moved. Legs over the bed, feet touching the cold floorboards. The girl winced a little as she leaned up again, rubbing her face with her hand.
This was bad.
As quickly and quietly as she could Jasmine collected all of her clothes and got dressed. Darting into the kitchen, she'd poured a glass full of cold water and downed it in one go... only to almost barf everything out.
She washed her face as best she could and was just about to head out the door... when she gave one more glance to the girl she'd spent the night with. If melancholy had an expression, that would've been it.
Under different circumstances, Jasmine was pretty sure she would've asked if the girl wanted to grab breakfast together.
Or at the very least asked for her name.
The wolf didn't wait up. She'd slipped into her jacket and bolted, still fighting off both a migraine and nausea as she hauled ass. The second she was outside, she felt it. Her stomach screeched at her and she ended up bending over the side of a dumpster. Gotta love the aftermath of a good party.
She wiped her mouth, her throat dry and irate. There were still a few cigarettes left in her jacket and she quickly fished one out. Clearly a bad idea considering the nausea immediately got five times worse, but she really needed a smoke.
Her little idea of a rebound ended up having the opposite effect, much to her chagrin. As grey smoke rose up, so did her eyes, staring on to the gradually brightening 6AM sky.
Where are you, Rin?
Jasmine groaned as she tossed her cigarette and rubbed her temples. She needed to get back to the dorms before the students started waking up. The trains were still going -- she could make it there within the hour, though would definitely have to be careful.
She snorted to herself as she started walking.
What a life.
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Post by Rubber on Jul 5, 2020 7:04:56 GMT -4
Jasmine Noir: 1583 + 27 = 1610 exp, total: 6100 exp
Luzia Gottschalk: 243 + 15 = 258 exp, total: 4558 exp
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