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Post by gravity on May 23, 2011 11:53:47 GMT -5
"He was either part of the weirdness or he's around here somewhere," Violet said as she turned to begin pushing her way through the crowd toward freedom. She stopped and looked up at Alex, "Are you sure you don't mind leaving?" She asked, feeling bad for possibly ruining his evening.
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Post by Havok on May 23, 2011 12:13:19 GMT -5
Alex sniffed shortly, pausing to think. "Not really," he said. "At first I thought that I wouldn't want to miss the fire show, but then I was like, hm, I've already seen the damn fire show..." He looked at Violet. "Enough impressions for one evening, don't you think so?"
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Post by gravity on May 23, 2011 12:17:02 GMT -5
Violet nodded, but didn't move. "Are you okay?" She asked warily. She wasn't used to him swearing. She was still a little overwhelmed and confused by whatever it was that had happened to them and the reaction she'd had to it.
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Post by Havok on May 23, 2011 12:46:04 GMT -5
Alex nodded. "Yes, I am," he replied. He must have been sending mixed signals all evening because this hadn't been the first time she'd asked him this. "Let's go?" he extended his hand to take hers and to lead her out of the club already.
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Post by gravity on May 23, 2011 13:13:44 GMT -5
Violet took Alex's hand and kept her head down as they pushed through the crowd. She realized she no longer cared what she looked like in her costume. She was tired, both physically and emotionally, and she was ready to go.
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Post by Havok on May 23, 2011 13:27:00 GMT -5
For some reason, maybe because the music and the crowd were overwhelming and the events they'd just experienced in an alternative setting had been quite taxing, Alex felt like he was rescuing Violet from the Hellfire Club now, leading her away from it all.
As soon as they were outside and put some distance between them and the small groups of the club's patrons smoking and chatting outside, he finally and fully breathed in fresh night air. "Whew, free at last," he joked.
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Post by Gambit on May 24, 2011 4:26:50 GMT -5
Betsy remained passive during this exploration, reveling in the excessive attention. Passivity, for Betsy at least, did not mean being boring or inactive. She reacted when she felt appropriate and let this man know that she was enjoying him. Gambit was, too, enjoying this a lot. It had been a while since he'd treated himself to a random nameless sex, and this time he found he was lucky enough to meet an experienced, luscious lover who knew how to act and how to react, and their duo was excellent. The show Mirage was creating behind her one-way window was amazing and it added a lot to the incredible sex. |
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2011 6:33:47 GMT -5
Betsy closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the stranger. When she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the dancer and the strange glow in the room. It was all quite magical, though Betsy rarely thought in such romantic terms.
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Post by Gambit on May 25, 2011 17:06:45 GMT -5
Had Gambit known her thoughts, he would have insisted on the term 'mystical', not 'magical', but then again he was just freshly from Tante Mattie's voodoo hideaway and his mind was still magnetized in the direction of all things esoteric. It could have been one of the reasons why he had picked this particular girl to spend the evening with - Tante Mattie believed that when strangers accidentally catch each other's eye, it's no accident at all, and though he didn't quite agree with this, it lingered somewhere in the back of his mind.
And this definitely was the reason why he gave in to sex with her with such intensity, being dominant and demanding and taking from her as much as one could at all ever ask during the sex with a stranger. It turned him on even more that, even though he hadn't said a word yet, she seemed to be responsive and adapting quickly to his unspoken demands.
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Post by Avalanche on May 25, 2011 17:14:04 GMT -5
Lance was a kind of guy Shade usually might have thought to be funny. He seemed to have something goofy about him and Shade would be the least person to call anyone weird because of something like that. But right now, even though she was still in a good and somewhat hyper mood from the lights and the music, it didn´t amuse her the way it usually might. It was quite obvious he was flirting with her, making it all the more obvious to herself that was merely looking for a relaxed, fun conversation even though she had possibly given signals that pointed another direction. "We´ll go google it for you later, monster boy," she said with half a smirk. "Don't hurry with that one," Lance chuckled. After he got himself another cocktail, he looked at the woman, noticing she was deep in thought or something. He waved his hand in front of her eyes. "Earth calling Wonderwoman," he said, "it's an emergency, a cute guy has been swallowed by a Predator costume and needs rescuing." |
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Post by Smiler on May 26, 2011 13:14:27 GMT -5
Emily staggered as she was pushed by someone while dancing. She frowned, but then saw who it was. "Michael!" she said, surprised, then leaned over to him. "Are you okay?" He didn't look like he was. Michael looked at Emily for a couple of seconds. "I am," he replied at last, considering this to be true. "I think I better go. Have fun." Giving her a friendly nod of good bye, he headed towards the exit from the club. |
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Post by Shade on May 28, 2011 17:46:04 GMT -5
The transition from the dust, noise and chaos of the illusion to the noise and the flickering lights of the Hellfire happened abruptly, so abruptly that it sent Shade´s senses spinning with sudden nausea. She blinked when her gaze focused again instead of staring into emptyness and instead she turned her head to find the guy she had been talking to her earlier waving around, talking to her. "What?" she asked, completely confused, giving him a look that told everything about her not having been aware of anything going on around her, What the hell had just happened? Where had she been? She looked around. Nothing seemed to have changed, but her heart was still racing like mad and when she tried to recall what had been going on she suddenly noticed that the memory was blurry. Like that of a dream.
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Post by Morph on May 28, 2011 18:04:24 GMT -5
In an instant, Morph found himself back at the Club, the same place and same (or so it seemed) moment he'd been abruptly taken from it. He also noticed that he looked himself now, the way he'd morphed in the ruined world, with the same cat-like eyes that now reacted painfully to the flashing club lights. Startled, he shut them close, thinking about what had just happened.
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Post by Avalanche on May 29, 2011 17:11:01 GMT -5
"So deep in your thoughts?" Lance asked with a small smile of exaggerated concern. "Or am I making you confused?"
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Post by Shade on May 30, 2011 1:22:57 GMT -5
Under under circumstances, Shade would have had a witty reply at the ready for him; she usually wasn´t one to be lost of words. But right now all she did was stare at him, confused, needing a moment to sort in what was happening, before she blinked. "No." she then said, shaking her head slightly. "I...I´m sorry, I have to go."
She noticed she had still been holding her drink and placed it down, suddenly not in the mood for partying any more and stepped away from the bar, looking around.
What had just happened was already feeling rather distant, yet she knew that it had happened, that it was not just a trick her mind was playing on her. The images, even though blurred all of a sudden, were still there. As was the memory of the noise. What the hell...?
She noticed herself looking around and only when she wondered what she was looking for did she know she was trying to find people she had seen ... at that other place. As if she needed some confirmation that it had not been her. Violet had been there, she thought and some... guy with blonde hair or maybe two whose name she had forgotten or never known. She couldn´t see any of them, not even sure she would have been able to identify them now. But there had been someone else. Another man, dark hair, her age maybe. She looked around the club, trying to make out faces in the hectic light .. and spotted him on the dancefloor. She made her way towards him.
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