Beautifully Deadly(open)

[¡мuş℮!]

You could consider her a creature of the night, if you wanted. But she was far from being hungry for the flesh or blood of another being. The thought of devouring another human gave her the creeps. Her own blood spilling in small amounts did not bother her, but other people’s blood gushing out upon her would probably send her into a screaming fit. That is if she could not contain her cool and maintain a calm exterior. It was nearly dust as she walked along the now emptying streets. Normal people were walking back to the safety of their homes after a day out on the town. But not her, her day had just begun. Long auburn hair was neatly curled in loose ringlets with the top half pinned in a nice honeycomb look. Makeup delicately accented her tanned features, black lined her eyes and a dark rose color adorned her lips. The knee length over coat covered her vibrant black and red work ‘uniform’, and four inch red velvet heels completed her look. Evangeline was not necessarily proud of her occupation, but she was proud of who she was.

Taking a turn off the main sidewalk and down a back alley behind the club she called workplace, and proceeded towards the EMPLOYEES ONLY door. As usual a very burly man stood in front of the door way, that was until night fall then he would position himself inside the doorway. A gentle smile graced her painted lips as she approached the masculine figure.

“Evening Charles.” Her voice stated melodiously. The gentleman grunted as she stepped up the stairs, and quietly moved out of her way. “Always a pleasure talking to you.” Evangeline stated before she passed through the door. Again Charles grunted and moved back to his position in front of the door. Giving a slight grimace she walked through the backroom and towards the make-up area, where each employee had their own mirror and station. Reaching the one that had a sign that read ANGEL she set down her purse and slid the coat from her shoulders, to reveal a skin tight velvet spaghetti strap mid thigh length dress that was delicate outlined in black lace. It was in a matter very flattering to her toned physical appearance. Laying the coat over her chair she glanced at the mirror fluffing her hair a bit.

After situating herself and touching up her makeup one more time the Native American maiden moved out to prowl along the floor. She was there to dance of course, but she also worked with the club protection service. It was a little knack she had, picking out people or things that could cause trouble stuck out to her. It was all in reading the atmosphere. But for now she was just the dancer waiting for her next show time to come up, and decided to entertain herself by scanning the crowd and bar till the manager cued her for stage duty.

[Bucks23]

The air in the club felt close and stifling and the smell of human sweat and excitement threatened to overwhelm the senses as lewd male voices called at the girl's dancing on stage, clashing with the throb of heavily based music.

Asim Ausar watched everything from the bar where he leaned against it with en elbow and scanned the room with his gleaming black eyes. He wore a grey hooded-top, black jeans and white sneakers. The vampire's angelic and lightly stubbled face revealed his boredom for such entertainments as the woman currently on stage clearly didn't know exactly what she was doing, but her male audience didn't seem to mind. He had a bottle of becks close by though it was mostly for show as he wasn't in the mood to get intoxicated at the moment. He was in an unhappy mood from recent events and brooded moodily in silence. He tilted his head when he saw a young woman arrive on the floor for a moment who seemed to stand out from the rest. She possessed an almost impossible beauty. She had auburn hair and a revealing red dress and for a moment his dark orbs met her black lined eyes before he looked away. That was when he felt a slight nudge in his side. "Assassin?" Whispered a harsh voice.
Asim nodded, not looking at the man. "The contract?" He asked quietly, his voice slightly accented.
"Here." The voice replied and a paper envelope was pushed into the vampire's hand.
Asim tucked the envelope into a pocket of his grey hoody-top and reached for his beer. He took a long gulp, already knowing his informant would have departed. A new contract, good. Just what he needed to take his mind off things. He was about to leave himself when someone over a mic announced the next girl coming on stage. From the sudden howling of the crowd it seemed she was quite popular. He folded his arms and looked towards the stage, deciding to see for himself what the fuss was about...

[unseenscholar]

Ozlemek sat at the bar in the club, sliently sipping whiskey. the barman had resolved to leave the bottle, so Ozlemek sat alone.
he stared at the bottom of his glass, reflecting on his failure to discover anything about his past.
someone announced another girl was about to perform, but he cared not. from were he sat his back faced the stage. he was the only one in the room not gauping at the temptress.

[Duke Bippwatt]

She walked in, a walking fountain of power. Anyone with any power sense about them would see it.

The black skined, silver haired woman who went by the name of Azkadellia sat down at one of the tables as a man announced the next performer.

She looked about as she heard the crowd reaction. Hmm. Should be intresting.

[¡мuş℮!]

The air hung heavily, but already she could pick out who was what. Her eyes danced cautiously across the faces trying to read their personality. So far no one seemed malevolent, but as the night progressed that could change. Angel hoped not though, it was much more pleasant for all parties involved if everything remained as peaceful as possible. Of course there were to be a few bar brawls, but nothing too extensive that Charles’s henchmen could not handle. Built like brick-sh*t houses they were. Guess with a Bouncer’s profession it was best to be as big as possible.

Someone came through the doorway. An instant wave of supremacy flowed into the room. The smell of it almost made the female nauseous. Her hazel orbs darted to the lady whom stationed herself at a table. A small tweak of a smirk curled the edge of her lips. Well it was a change to feel something like that from a woman; normally it was something big and ugly. She let out a sigh and shook her head to relax all the tension that built up in that instant before understanding what was going on.

It was then that the manager’s voice came over the intercom. “And now might I introduce to you. Our very own divine beauty... Angel!” Evangeline rolled her eyes. Figures she was not in the door fifteen minutes and he was already telling her to get to work. No respect. Gracefully as possible she stepped through the tables towards the stage. A delicate smile placed upon her facial features. Silently she stepped upon the platform. The lights lowered as she got into a starting position. The music was a slight mix of club with Native American inflections.

Her steps were smooth and graceful. Hips swayed with the music as hands caressed the air and sometimes teased the end of her dress. Though she never revealed anything, the dress was never moved. It was very un-lady like to do such a thing. But her boss liked it; it made her like a mystery to the clients something to dream about but never see. As the music intensified she moved to the dancing pole stationed on stage. Muscles flexed as her legs and hands wrapped about the metal item, and her movements melted together like water.

It did not take her long to finish the segment, but towards the end she had a surprise. A little help from the other side. Stepping skillfully off the pole she moved to stand with her arms spread open, feet together and head tilted back. From the flooring a silver smoke curled about her figure until it engulfed Angel completely. When the music stopped the mist dissipated and the woman was nowhere to be found. Little did the outside audience know the mist had pulled her down through the floor boards and back through to the dressing room, where she sat staring into her mirror, fixated upon and invisible point in the reflection. Whatever or whomever had helped her with her little stunt from the spirit realm carried with them something to be digested and thought about. So her mind was organizing those thoughts in her own little world, while her body stayed in the here and now.

[Bucks23]

A half-smile crossed Asim's features after the woman on stage vanished and the room was filled with the sudden cheer and shouts of the drunken men again. The woman who had been introduced as Angel had put on a terrific performance that had actually kept the vast magority of the patrons in silence during. Asim was impressed. He downed the last of his beer and pushed the bottle away from him across the bar as he continued to lean against it and survey the room. He had noticed the drow walk in earlier and glanced at her now to see her still sitting there. A very delicate and beautiful looking creature but he could feel the power she exuberated. He wondered what would bring someone of elf kind in here...

[Duke Bippwatt]

Raising an eyebrow, Azkadellia thought about the myriad of ways the woman announced as Angel could have pulled off that little stunt, both mundane and magical.

She stood and moved to the bar, ordering nothing but water. She gazed into the glass and her purple eyes flashed as her sight shifted to her healing sense. She could then tell that this water was about as dead as possible. No bacteria or poison. She drank it in one swallow and asked for more.

She felt astute eyes fall upon her. They had an inquisitive energy to them. She wove a quick power and found that the one who was interested in her. Perhaps he could be of some....help.

She walked, nay, almost glided over to him. "I hear your babbling and all I hear is "Zero". I find the thoughts of some people odd and simple. You, I see, aren't much different. Only more forceful." Her voice is almost as if listening to a light waterfall speak. It flows liquidly off of her tongue, almost as if speaking were an art to her and she slides onto one of the stools next to you.

[Bucks23]

Asim had looked away but was aware of the drow moving gracefully towards him through the baying mob. He smelled her fine perfume as she helped herself to the stool next to him and spoke with a magically entrancing voice, so typical of her kind. At the mention of the other vampire's name, he felt his temper flare but not a hint of his outburst was revealed in his body language. Only a slight fire in his black eyes that faded as quickly as it had appeared. In truth Zero mattered little to him anymore, as long as he kept his end of the bargin and stayed away from Faint Shadow (OOC: Events covered in the 'A scream in the night' thread in the 'Time of Romance' Board.
His sudden anger had stemmed from the memories that vampire's name brought to his mind as well as the rage and passion he'd endured while being involved with his company.

Asim raised an interested eyebrow at the elf that had read him like an open book. She had a youthful appearance for someone with such powers but he knew with elves it was hard to tell. Sometimes a couple thousand years could be young to them. She certainly had a direct way of speaking that he appreciated.

"Forceful... for a vampire," He replied in his low slightly accented voice. "So which is it, do you find my babbling 'odd' or just 'simple'?" He smiled slightly and inclined his head towards the bar. "What are you drinking?"

[Duke Bippwatt]

((OOC: Yeah, I need to ask Amira for the password to that board.))

"Ah, see, that is a trap." She moves a hand through her hair, as though she were untangling an invisible knot. "You ask me what I'm drinking, I tell you, you buy me a drink, we keep talking and next thing you know one of us is in an alley way with out any idea how we got there." She smiles, showing rather sharp canines. Not a nice smile. "But I'll risk it." Her smile turns genuine and bewitching. "Water. No ice." She settles into her stool more, as though she's readying herself to stay there for awhile.

((OOC: lol! Just realized that with my character here, the topic to this thread just multiplied.....))

[unseenscholar]

ozlemek finished the last of the whiskey, but like always felt none of its effects.
emptying his wallet into the bar-mans hand, he spun on his stool and scanned the room. he recognised none of the bars patrons, supernaturally or otherwise. with a sigh he checked his watch. he estimated that it would be 3 hours before he transformed into his alter egoand had to feed. he hoped to be far from the bar by then.
rising from his seat, he made his way to the back rooms of the bar, where the restrooms were located. he felt eyes follow him but ignored them.

[Bucks23]

(OOC: lol aye indeed)

An amused glint played in Asim's eyes as he ordered the drow the water she had requested and got himself another bottle of Becks. Her quick wit was interesting him more and more by the second. It had been decades since he had last encountered anyone of elf kind. He watched her over his beer as he tilted the bottle back to take a deep gulp.
Lowering it again he said, "If you can read my thoughts you probably already know my name, but I don't know yours."

[Duke Bippwatt]

"Indeed I do. The name is Azkadellia...Castrata." She smirked a bit as she paused on the last name for just the bare hint of a moment. "Asim. An odd name for modern times, but not for one as old as I. Possibly older. It does become hard to tell after so many hundreds of years."

She turns to the barkeep and orders another water.
"Listen carefully. What you seek lies in the Shadows. But what are Shadows without daylight? Nothing but Faint memories....." She smirks again. "And with that cryptic message cryptically delivered, I bid thee a farewell. Be True, creature of the night." She finishes her water and slips off her stool and walks out of the club.

[Bucks23]

Asim stared at the beer in his hands as the drow spoke in a riddle that he understood the meaning of. "Well met and farewell, elf-kin." Asim said with a respectful bow of his head as the female drow made her exit. He watched her leave then decided to perch himself on a bar stool and mulled over his thoughts...

[Bucks23]

Asim finished his beer. The human beverage did nothing to even slightly dull his senses as he got up. Nothing else seemed to be occuring in the club so he took his leave...