Ace of Hearts
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This thread will be no kill and no maiming.
Meaning of title: fire is destruction, black can mean sinister. So "black fire"="sinister destruction"
OOC Thread
Location: Club Arek Lower Levels of Denon's Underworld
Date: Late 1014 ABY
Club Arek was not a well known club, and by many's opinion would never be. It had very few regular patrons and low quality drinks and entertainment. The only plus was that it was secluded. It was dark, dimly lit by neon lights on the ceiling. The stage where skimpily dressed women danced raunchily was magnified by a 360* screen. Being in the lower levels of what had become the second Coruscant ensured that crime was abundant, police patrols were few, and nobody batted an eye at the exploitation of females.
To sum up, Club Arek, or even Denon as a whole, was not Angerona's cup of tea.
Research had brought her to Denon; her "work" had sent her to Club Arek. Time had slipped away as she prowled the clubs, nicely dressed and, to everyone else, ready for a night of fun. Their fun and hers were vastly different.
Sipping on her water and unabashedly flirting with the bartender in a accent not her own, she eyed the other people in the club. None were near her and none really caught her eye. Her leg began to bounce impatiently. She stilled it with a hand. She did not wish to leave here without achieving her goal for tonight. Her head ached from the pulsing music. Chewing a piece of ice, she watched the entrance like a hawk. If the room had not been so dim everyone would have startled at her wild-eyed stare, but no one could see her. She was safely concealed in the dark, ready to pounce when she spotted her chosen prey.
Meaning of title: fire is destruction, black can mean sinister. So "black fire"="sinister destruction"
OOC Thread
Location: Club Arek Lower Levels of Denon's Underworld
Date: Late 1014 ABY
Club Arek was not a well known club, and by many's opinion would never be. It had very few regular patrons and low quality drinks and entertainment. The only plus was that it was secluded. It was dark, dimly lit by neon lights on the ceiling. The stage where skimpily dressed women danced raunchily was magnified by a 360* screen. Being in the lower levels of what had become the second Coruscant ensured that crime was abundant, police patrols were few, and nobody batted an eye at the exploitation of females.
To sum up, Club Arek, or even Denon as a whole, was not Angerona's cup of tea.
Research had brought her to Denon; her "work" had sent her to Club Arek. Time had slipped away as she prowled the clubs, nicely dressed and, to everyone else, ready for a night of fun. Their fun and hers were vastly different.
Sipping on her water and unabashedly flirting with the bartender in a accent not her own, she eyed the other people in the club. None were near her and none really caught her eye. Her leg began to bounce impatiently. She stilled it with a hand. She did not wish to leave here without achieving her goal for tonight. Her head ached from the pulsing music. Chewing a piece of ice, she watched the entrance like a hawk. If the room had not been so dim everyone would have startled at her wild-eyed stare, but no one could see her. She was safely concealed in the dark, ready to pounce when she spotted her chosen prey.
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