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Sept 24, 2006 18:33:27 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 18:33:27 GMT -5
*The techno music blared from the speakers on the walls of the nightclub as the strobe lights flashed around the room, illuminating the dancing mass of people in an eerie, indistinct manner. A young man stood in the dark shadows against the wall, leaning against it casually with his arms folded against his chest. He was attractive, not overly masculine, with a lean and slender figure accented by his tight black leather pants and black mesh, long-sleeved shirt. Damien's violet eyes watched the dancing figures from beneath the shadows cast by his dark, spiked, blue hair... He was looking for someone... someone he could lead away from the crowded dance floor... someone he could get alone and vulnerable... the perfect victim... but he only chose the most attractive prey...*
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Sept 24, 2006 18:49:57 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 18:49:57 GMT -5
Varan tossed his head a little, moving the hair from his eyes.
He loved the club scene, it always made it so easy for him to feed.
The young looking man pushed his way through the crowd, making sure to touch a few of the more energetic people with his hand so as to steal a portion of his energy.
This was what kept him alive. The energy, almost the souls of others. He had caused many early deaths by keeping physical contact with a mortal too long, but you took chances when you were a deamon such as him.
With the dark lights, it made it easy for him to go straight through the crowd without any of them noticing his strange eyes or facial markings.
One man bumped into him rather roughly and Varan set his hand against him, partly to steady himself, partly to take his energy.
The man glared and started to yell at Varan, but he just tightened his grip on the humans arm, taking more energy and glaring into his eyes.
The human gasped and backed away, considerably less energetic and more frightful.
Varan then quickly turned and made his way to the edge of the room, leaning in the shadows feeling quite fulfilled.
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Sept 24, 2006 18:57:36 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 18:57:36 GMT -5
*Damien's eyes scanned the room constantly, searching for someone he could seduce... Finally, he caught sight of one, a young man alone against the wall just as he was... A very slight smirk played on his lips as he walked over to the bar, ordering two drinks and making his way over toward the man against the wall. His smirk faded, his face rather serious and blank as he leaned against the wall beside the man, making sure that his slender figure was bent in a very attractive manner. He casually extended one of the drinks to the stranger, sipping from his own glass.* "Tired of dancing or is it just not your thing...?"
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Sept 24, 2006 19:04:33 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:04:33 GMT -5
Varan took the drink, looking at it for a bit, "just not my thing." he took a drink as he looked at the man next to him.
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Sept 24, 2006 19:08:43 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:08:43 GMT -5
"I see... And what is your thing, exactly...? Odd to come to a club and not dance..." *Damien's violet eyes locked on the stranger's in the same seductive and almost hypnotic way he always used...*
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Sept 24, 2006 19:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:10:39 GMT -5
"The people." he locked his red eyes with the mans violet, not blinking or anything.
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Sept 24, 2006 19:15:30 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:15:30 GMT -5
*Damien took note of the unusual eye color, though he was used to clubbers with interesting contacts.* "Hm... yes... the people are definitely worth coming here..."
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Sept 24, 2006 19:17:19 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:17:19 GMT -5
"they're the only reason I come." he looked at the man again before turning his head away and taking another drink, closing his eyes.
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Sept 24, 2006 19:19:01 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:19:01 GMT -5
*Damien nodded, still watching him.* "The only reason I'm here as well..."
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Sept 24, 2006 19:24:38 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:24:38 GMT -5
"Well, what a coincidence." he chuckled, opening his eyes again.
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Sept 24, 2006 19:31:54 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:31:54 GMT -5
*Damien smiled a little, quickly finishing his drink.* "I prefer to call it luck..."
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Sept 24, 2006 19:34:21 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:34:21 GMT -5
"and what's so lucky about it?"
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Sept 24, 2006 19:36:03 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:36:03 GMT -5
"Oh I don't know... Two men looking for people... who just happen to run into each other in a crowded club..." *Damien eyed him rather suggestively.*
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Sept 24, 2006 19:43:31 GMT -5
Post by Ze on Sept 24, 2006 19:43:31 GMT -5
"Ah, and you view that as lucky... seems more like... coincidence or chance, and if you believe in something higher, fate."
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Sept 24, 2006 19:46:50 GMT -5
Post by Kait on Sept 24, 2006 19:46:50 GMT -5
"You took the words right from my mind... though I thought the word fate might make you run for cover..." *He chuckled softly.*
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