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New York
2300 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @Axym [/fancybox2]
Night time in New York city was always a wonderful thing. To the humans of the world, it existed as a place where anything can happen. The busy city roared on in a never ending slumber similar to that of Vegas or some other casino-ridden road strip. But for those who existed beyond the sights of the humans...the night was something different all together.
A hidden library off a dirty side street gave way to a secret underground warehouse where all creatures of the night came to party. Vampires, werewolves, fairies. All creatures who could see the Veil of the truth were welcome here. Though, goblins and orcs and the like didn't really venture this far inward to the busy city. They had their own little slice of the underground with the trolls under the bridges.
This particular venue was named the Fanged Tooth, as it's owner had an affinity for the Faerie blood in his ancestry. Those that personally got to meet with the man swore his teeth were even sharpened to give himself that look. It was all smoke and mirrors as the man barely had a drop of Faerie blood in him to begin with. But he was supportive of the community so no one called him out on it.
A girl in a purple cloak came out of the rain and entered into the hushed library nearing midnight on this normal Saturday night. In the back was an elderly lady clerk who seemed to be reading the same book every night. The girl threw down her hood showing long, dark purple hair. It wasn't natural, though the girl wished it was; she had to dye it once a month to keep it looking fresh. The girl held out a library card that had expired on the sixth day of June. To make things visually accurate there was even a time stamp on it saying she'd gotten the card at six PM.
"You've got overdue books," the woman would ask as she looked up from the book she was reading.
The girl cocked her head to the side and would reply as if droning the words on, "My apologies. I'll go put this one back then."
The woman reached under the desk and clicked a little button that opened a door in the back. The purple haired woman pulled her cloak back up and ventured into the dark corner of the library and entered into the room marked Employees Only. There were two actual doors going in. One normal, and a second made of steel so as to block out sound. The girl walked right up to the steel door and instead of bothering to open it, phased right through it as if it wasn't there. This was something only this girl could do; it wouldn't happen for any other customer coming into the club.
Walking down the curved set of stairs the music hit her instantly. Loud pounding music of some up and coming musician in the underground community blasted out of the speakers. The girl continued downward until she was entering onto the crowded dance club. Not a single person here was human, but a few chose to keep their more human features. One werewolf for example wouldn't bother turning full wolf as they didn't make good dance partners.
The girl would keep her cloak over her head and head around the dance floor to a booth off to the side. The kind of table rich people would sit at for hours and make deals at and things. How horribly cliche. Because that's exactly what brought the girl here. She came up to one such booth where three young boys were sitting. They each looked like they belonged in a fraternity and were dressed in the top most fashions. She'd sit down on the end, but the boy closest to her would lean over and pull her closer; her hood fell off as he did so.
"Emily, Emily, Emily. Why you always got to be so distant?"
The purple haired girl, now identified as Emily, would try to pull away some, but otherwise didn't escape the grasp of the young man who held her close with his long arm. "I don't like making a scene, Dimiti. Do you have my fix or not?"
"That depends, doll. You got the cash?"
Emily looked around as she reached into her hoodie pocket. She pulled back a roll of twenties and tossed it to the man in the middle. He picked it up from the table and shoved it in his pocket, then under the table would pass something in a bag back to her. She then started to get up but Dimitri held her back down.
"Hey hey hey. Don't go nowhere, doll. We're just getting started."
She tried sounding tough, but her tone was barely convincing, "Let go of me, Dimitri. I'm not playing any games with you."
2300 Hours
@EmilyHuene ; @Axym [/fancybox2]
Night time in New York city was always a wonderful thing. To the humans of the world, it existed as a place where anything can happen. The busy city roared on in a never ending slumber similar to that of Vegas or some other casino-ridden road strip. But for those who existed beyond the sights of the humans...the night was something different all together.
A hidden library off a dirty side street gave way to a secret underground warehouse where all creatures of the night came to party. Vampires, werewolves, fairies. All creatures who could see the Veil of the truth were welcome here. Though, goblins and orcs and the like didn't really venture this far inward to the busy city. They had their own little slice of the underground with the trolls under the bridges.
This particular venue was named the Fanged Tooth, as it's owner had an affinity for the Faerie blood in his ancestry. Those that personally got to meet with the man swore his teeth were even sharpened to give himself that look. It was all smoke and mirrors as the man barely had a drop of Faerie blood in him to begin with. But he was supportive of the community so no one called him out on it.
A girl in a purple cloak came out of the rain and entered into the hushed library nearing midnight on this normal Saturday night. In the back was an elderly lady clerk who seemed to be reading the same book every night. The girl threw down her hood showing long, dark purple hair. It wasn't natural, though the girl wished it was; she had to dye it once a month to keep it looking fresh. The girl held out a library card that had expired on the sixth day of June. To make things visually accurate there was even a time stamp on it saying she'd gotten the card at six PM.
"You've got overdue books," the woman would ask as she looked up from the book she was reading.
The girl cocked her head to the side and would reply as if droning the words on, "My apologies. I'll go put this one back then."
The woman reached under the desk and clicked a little button that opened a door in the back. The purple haired woman pulled her cloak back up and ventured into the dark corner of the library and entered into the room marked Employees Only. There were two actual doors going in. One normal, and a second made of steel so as to block out sound. The girl walked right up to the steel door and instead of bothering to open it, phased right through it as if it wasn't there. This was something only this girl could do; it wouldn't happen for any other customer coming into the club.
Walking down the curved set of stairs the music hit her instantly. Loud pounding music of some up and coming musician in the underground community blasted out of the speakers. The girl continued downward until she was entering onto the crowded dance club. Not a single person here was human, but a few chose to keep their more human features. One werewolf for example wouldn't bother turning full wolf as they didn't make good dance partners.
The girl would keep her cloak over her head and head around the dance floor to a booth off to the side. The kind of table rich people would sit at for hours and make deals at and things. How horribly cliche. Because that's exactly what brought the girl here. She came up to one such booth where three young boys were sitting. They each looked like they belonged in a fraternity and were dressed in the top most fashions. She'd sit down on the end, but the boy closest to her would lean over and pull her closer; her hood fell off as he did so.
"Emily, Emily, Emily. Why you always got to be so distant?"
The purple haired girl, now identified as Emily, would try to pull away some, but otherwise didn't escape the grasp of the young man who held her close with his long arm. "I don't like making a scene, Dimiti. Do you have my fix or not?"
"That depends, doll. You got the cash?"
Emily looked around as she reached into her hoodie pocket. She pulled back a roll of twenties and tossed it to the man in the middle. He picked it up from the table and shoved it in his pocket, then under the table would pass something in a bag back to her. She then started to get up but Dimitri held her back down.
"Hey hey hey. Don't go nowhere, doll. We're just getting started."
She tried sounding tough, but her tone was barely convincing, "Let go of me, Dimitri. I'm not playing any games with you."
