Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *There is a setup going on on the stage. From the mics, to the git set up on the stand... yes, things are beign done, as the band is setting up. The great comeback, really. After a staggering attack on her career, AND her band, Eternity stands on stage. Fans have showed up from all over. And with so little advertising too. She looks the same. Though the rest of her band is different, she still has the same commanding charisma she always has.*

Felisa Espinosa: Another night, another club, another chat with another bouncer, another joke and a smile that would melt an ice cube in the space of a second. She's making the rounds, and this time she'd found a new place, figured she'd dicker around and see what the deal was. You can never know about too many clubs.
The usual attire, as always. Gangbanger with a hint of biker due to the scorched but patched up and well loved Ching-A-Ling leather jacket.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: man+sub: 10,6,7,8,5,9,9,

Felisa Espinosa: d10: Multi-ball! : 1,

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *Felisa is let in, and quickly. By the time she's done, the bodyguard has already insisted on buying a couple drinks for her.*

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: There are not any words in the English language 100 letters long.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: There are not any words in the English language 100 letters long.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((Grrr...)) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name= Forums&file=viewtopic&t=958&sid=59e01b0dc30120086953748f339d40ee ((Take out the space between name= and Forums))

Lexington James Metcalf: She wasn't really here for the band. She was on the prowl for something more interesting. Tall and leggy, but definitely the eptiome of fit and trim--not overly bulky, her body is quite well toned and noticeable even through her casual wear--she stands at an even 6 foot. Wavy auburn tresses fall loosely to the side, and are often tucked behind an ear, when they aren't falling into her icy blues, that stand out even more with long thick dark lashes. Most of the time she likes to wear casual sports wear, but on occassion, she has been known to slip on a nice slinky black number, this being one of those times.

Felisa Espinosa: And you have thought she was 30 years old. Or the jokes had the fellow in stitches. Felisa was good like that, on some nights, and she slid through with a grin. No drinks for her, although if he wanted to buy her a couple of packs of Camel Wides... hey, she wouldn't stop the man.
She slid up to the bar, her usual spot, to have a look around, see who was there and see about this wacked out, crunked up band she'd had heard of.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *Yes, it's definitely her, with that big grin. Though only one familiar face in her band, the others seem to have been replaced. Believed to have been killed in a tragic car accident. but what a comeback! There she is, in broad daylight, murmuring "testing" into the microphone as if nothing happened. The crowd is reared up.*

Briar Kennedy: She has a beauty about her, her naturally thick red hair falls straight down to her mid back, framing her face. Her milky white skin is sun kissed with frekles across her cheeks and nose, pale eyebrows frame violet eyes, which seem bigger by the pale lashes that surround them. Slightly slim lips hold a poutiness that gives her a kissable look. Her tall frame, is supple yet holds a strength in it, freckles dot her skin where the sun has touche her skin. She holds the impression of a true Scottish lass in her looks, and build. Although if you are expecting a Scottish brogue, you will be disappointed, as she has the accent of someone who has spent their lives in the United States. Tonight is a bit different. Blue t-shirt with a care bear (sleepy) on it. Well worn blue jeans that seem to be a sixe too big on her, as they ride low on her hips. Tenis shoes that have definatly seen better days and have duct tape holding them together in spots. Her hair is loose and straight, a scrunchie around her wrist. A ring that is twisted into a rose on her left hand, with red stones making up the rose. A choaker around her neck with 12 charms hanging down from it, sun moon stars and some zodiac symbols. A pocket watch is tucked into a pocket with a chain attacked to her belt loop.

Lexington James Metcalf: Though she's not into the local band scenes, and hasn't been here in town that long, she does give the lead a second look. Damn shame she wasn't a hunky man though.

Christian Gallagher: He, on the other hand, IS here for the band. Eternity Sheyd was one of the batter bands in New York before that...thing that went down, after all. He slips into the club, nodding to the bouncer as he makes his way through the crowd.

Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that reads "Talk Nerdy To Me" and an open red button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear. (Fame 1: Professional DJ. Check Who's Who for Details)

Charleston Sinclair: Charlie's trailing after Christian, trying to slip unnoticed through the crowd.

Felisa Espinosa: So that's the one huh? she thinks, and smiles sweetly as the bouncer gives her three packs of Camels and a wink, which she returns. Felisa had to admit that the woman had a certain something about her, a commanding air that was hard to define. Kinda majestic in a strange way.
Nothing to do but wait.
And pack her ciggies of course.

Lexington James Metcalf: ((PM if fae/enchanted))

Briar Kennedy: No no weapons on her, but those cold violet eyes seems to say she is not one to be messed with. But once she makes her way into the club. She looks to be in her teens/twenties.

Charleston Sinclair: He’s not an awe-inspiring vision of masculinity and virility, but, to his credit, he is very good-looking, albeit a little on the thin side. Life hasn’t seen fit to bless him with bulging biceps or anything of that sort, but his arms are defined from a great deal of time spent behind a drum set. His hair is sandy-colored and haphazardly cut to give him a sort of edgy, careless look. Rimless glasses that are perched on his nose hide his intelligent gray eyes and there always seems to be a bright smile on his lips no matter the occasion. A belt keeps his jeans from sliding down his hips and a ratty t-shirt and worn jacket completes the outfit. He always dresses comfortably and moves casually as if he has all the time in the world. [Appearance 4: Lambent, Fame 3: See Who’s Who for details; PM if Fae/Enchanted]

Christian Gallagher: "This is gonna be good...I hope," he says over his shoulder to Charlie. "You should've seen the original line-up...they were incredible."

Lexington James Metcalf: Now she remembered why she didn't do this club scene much. Nasty cigarettes. She growls slightly under her breath about this too, considering her options for the night.

Jez: Eager to see the band, he happily pays any cover charge and slips in.

Charleston Sinclair: "I can imagine." He grins broadly at Christian, a slow grin spreading over his lips as his gaze is drawn to the woman on stage. So...shiny...it takes him a moment to look back over at his roommate.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Description: She's Puerto Rican, and the mixture of african, indian, spanish and french bloodlines mixed together to form a olive-skinned melting pot of a woman. She's pretty but not overly beautiful, the type of woman that you would try to continue conversation with if she walked up to you and asked the time, not that she would do such, or that you would ask her once you saw the hip-hop clothes, baggy pants and hoodie, an overall thug look. She's fairly avarage in height and weight, perhaps a touch taller than the typical Puerto Rican, with dirty brown hair and dark eyes that hint at a savage intellegence. App:3))

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 3,3,5,4,6,

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *The music blares, but from some random radio stuff. A bit of techno, anything that's not remarkably overplayed. It's not unpleasant. Cleverly placed speakers. The murmurs in the crowd indicate they're waiting for something just as creepy as last time to happen. Freaks.*

Felisa Espinosa: Doesn't notice a soul that she knows, that one. Probably due to the victory over the law. Always a good feeling when you pull one over on The Man, and three packs of ciggies to boot? Aw yeah...
She lit one up and inhaled deeply, then blew a few smoke rings as she waited for the band to start up.

Jez: ((DLP - sorry. I thought of a better character for this...))

Briar Kennedy: With a limber grace she makes her way throughout the club, eyes looking around eyeing the band from time to time. She makes sure her shirt covers her stomach. A set of penticle earings in her ears.

Christian Gallagher: He raises his eyebrow at Charlie's long look at the lead singer, and then chuckles a little bit. He gestures with his head toward the bar, and makes his way there.

Terrence London: ((*ahem*)) He strolls into the place, peering around as if searching for someone. A sudden grin and he walks over to a table, then frowns as he realizes he doesn't know them. He stands awkwardly there.

Charleston Sinclair: "She's really pretty." He explains to Christian. "It's not like I'm thinking of having my wicked way with her or anything." A slow grin as he follows along to the bar.

Lexington James Metcalf: d10: : 4,7,6,3,7,

Terrence London: Tall and lanky, he is virtually a beanpole but with some sinewy muscle to save him from weakling status. He hovers between plain and attractive, his long face drawn in times of stress and animated with a manic energy when free. He has ordinary brown eyes beneath arched dark eyebrows, his light brown hair long to his shoulders and generally limp and uninteresting. He appears to be in his mid-20s. [http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Terrence.jpg]

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *The guitar player strums a bit. Amazing, how much he looks like her. Not in that blindingly commanding way, but still very impressive. He sets the guitar back up. Still setting up, it seems, and waiting for the room to be full.*

Charleston Sinclair: d10: per+alert: 7,9,9,2,

Terrence London: He tilts his head as if listening to something other than the music. A frown crosses his face, and he rubs his jaw agitatedly.

Charleston Sinclair: He recognizes Felisa and gives her a cheery wave, his gaze lingers briefly on Lexington with a slightly bemused expression before he looks back over at Christian. "Big crowd tonight."

Felisa Espinosa: "Fucking clones..." she says, not really meaning it but maybe, just maybe, because when she considered all of the strange shit that had happened to her and around her this year you never could tell, anything was fucking possible these days. She slid an ashtray over and tapped her Wide at it, watching the ashes as they fell.

Christian Gallagher: "Fair enough." He says that to Charlie's comment about the singer, then chuckles and moves along. "Yeah, the crowd's pretty nice tonight. Wish I could attract this kind of a crowd." Said with his casual, friendly sort of joking nature. He slips up to the bar and orders a beer, then leans against it and looks over to Charlie. "Here's to a good, stress-free time tonight, eh?"

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 3,8,9,4,7,

Briar Kennedy: Weather or not people are not dancing to the current music that is playing, she is the oddball, not one to take advantage of music and NOT dance, she has made her way out there and will dance for a while till the real music starts up.

Terrence London: "I don't want to," he mumbles, though likely no one can hear him, just maybe see his lips move. He runs a hand over his face.

Charleston Sinclair: As usual, he's ordering water and lifting it in toast to is friend. "I'll drink to that." He grins. "And you'll get that kind of crowd one day. I'm just sure of it."

Felisa Espinosa: "Hello Charleston, Christian, hope you're well. Hope you've stretched out, got the muscles all limber too, last time this woman played all hell broke loose," she says, smiling a bit. "Perhaps lightning won't strike twice in the same place, yeah?"
Still. One never knew. It paid to be prepared.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, we'll see. Need you to start doing my PR." He grins a bit and takes a swallow off the bottle.

Terrence London: He walks with slightly jerky movements to the dance floor, walking reluctantly to the middle of the dancing bodies. He stands there as everyone dances but him.

Charleston Sinclair: "Hey, Felisa." He grins at her. "I'm fine, thanks." Then, he looks over at Christian. "I could pay for a professional to do your PR if you want."

Lexington James Metcalf: She does give Charleston a smile, and quite annoyed about the smoking, she finds something that manages to keep her here for the moment.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *The doors close, finally, as the group piles in. Security enters as well, one remaining outside. And the music fades from the place, slowly, as the murmurs become faint sounds.*

Briar Kennedy: Sometimes it doesn't help at all to be out of the loop, sometimes it does, who knows about tonight. As she dances the tatoo on her stomach can be seen poking out from beneath the t-shirt, hinting at what may lay beneath.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well, lets see what the night has in store, yeah?" she asks as the music dies down and the crowd starts to turn their heads, looking expectant of something strange and wonderous. Felisa, knowing better, would have bet the farm on strange.

Briar Kennedy: She stops and looks to the stage. She pulls her t-shirt down a bit more.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *The lights blank out. And her voice rings through the mic, the speakers. All around, a powerful sound.*

Christian Gallagher: "Hey, Fel." He nods to her with a friendly smile. "Good to see you." He's about to ask how she is, but the band's about to start.

Terrence London: He stands where he is, a start as the lights go out and the voice is heard.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *Completely a capella initially. A verse, of the last song they played at the Fading Darkness. A heart-wrenching verse, melodic in remarkable ways. And then a pause, and the lights on stage come on.* Two, three, four! *And THEN it really starts getting interesting.* ((Changelings - roll Per+Kenning. Anyone who has Awareness can roll that too.))

Lexington James Metcalf: d10: : 5,6,3,7,

Briar Kennedy: d10: Awareness: 10,9,9,10,2,

Felisa Espinosa: "Well it sounds nice..."
She put the ciggie out and leaned over to concentrate on the band, see if they were worth a damn. If nothing else the ciggies would have made the night a rousing success, so the Puerto Rican was pretty open to the whole deal.

Terrence London: He shudders, watching the stage, captivated for his own reasons.

Lexington James Metcalf: Her blue eyes narrow slightly as she watches something up on the stage, suddenly she takes more a defensive stance as she stands where she is, arms crossing over her chest.

Charleston Sinclair: He's bobbing his head to the beat, no matter how slow he is. There's a beat in there and he's onto it.

Christian Gallagher: Whatever's in the process of happening, he's blissfully unaware. Ahh, ignorance. He keeps his eyes on the stage, watching Eternity with a smile on his face. Sure, she's attractive, but he's focused on the music.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((Christian and Terrence, roll me WP.))

Christian Gallagher: d10: Willpower: 3,7,3,2,8,

Briar Kennedy: Her eyes widden, the cold in her violet eyes glitters.

Terrence London: He sways back and forth to the music, totally not with the beat, as if he hears something else.

Felisa Espinosa: She narrowed her eyes a bit, looking at the crowd, seeing behavior that shouldn't be quite the way it is.
"It's uniform," she muttered, tilting her head slightly. "That's not right, too much order in that."

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club] -> Christian Gallagher: *It's like the music has a pull on you, but you resist, with a bit of brief surprise. Like being tugged in by a rubber band. The emotion overwhelming, near controlling.*

Terrence London: d10: : 9,10,1,7,

Terrence London: ((sorry, had to bring up the character sheet *G*))

Christian Gallagher -> Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((What emotion, specifically?))

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club] -> Christian Gallagher: ((Sadness. Heartbreak.))

Terrence London: His eyes widen and he laughs aloud in delight, not that it can be heard. He jumps a couple times in place, clapping his hands together once.

Christian Gallagher: He twitches, blinking suddenly, sitting up straighter. His breath catches, and he leans back against the bar, staring at the band, soft blue eyes sad.

Briar Kennedy: Continueing to stand there. No dancing for this one. She pulls a key from her pocket, it is very old, and a very unique looking key. She runs her fingewrs over it, as she stares at the stange, at the lead singer in particular.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 7,8,5,7,4,

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete(WP): 1,7,

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete: 1,8,

Charleston Sinclair: He looks aside at Christian, a hand lifting to pat his shoulder gently.

Terrence London: He spins wildly in place, laughing.

Felisa Espinosa: Well there's Terrence, he looked as if he was having fun. Of course he was stone cold zany so there you go. Make a note of that, she thinks, as her eyes wander through the crowd.
Someone fiddling with keys. Weird. She turned to look at the other two, seeing how they were doing.
"Christian? You aight man?"

Terrence London: He is in direct contrast to most of the audience, seeming to find some delight in the music, though he finally stops spinning, dizzy.

Briar Kennedy: She growls low in her throat, eyes narrowing. And she attempts once more to do the same thing.

Christian Gallagher: "Huh?" It takes a moment for him to pull his eyes away from the stage, to Felisa. His throat clears, and he nods a little, speaking with a quiet sort of voice. "Yeah. Fine." He raises his beer to his lips, taking a good, strong drink as he looks back to the stage.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete (Q, WP): 7,8,

Briar Kennedy: ((And opne more))

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete: 8,5,

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *The crowd is starting to look mournful, drawn into the sounds. Though that's no big surprise - over half of them young gothic kids.*

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *About half the crowd finally looks puzzled, and around. One even tries to run towards the door. He is stopped.*

Felisa Espinosa: "You don't look aight, you look as if you're about to cry in your beer," she says, and keeps an eye on everything, wary, before she turns to look at him again. "Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it?"

Terrence London: He stands and sways to the music.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club] -> Christian Gallagher: *It is like something snaps within him, and emotion is within his control again.*

Briar Kennedy: A light shean of perspiration breaks out over her skin, although she is doing nothing more than standing there. She says something low in romani under her breath, her eyes close an instant and then back to the band.

Charleston Sinclair: He actually reaches to give Christian's hand a squeeze before he picks up his water for a sip.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: d10: per+Kenning: 8,10,10,1,1,

Christian Gallagher: He blinks again, looking up and around for a moment, brow furrowing. He ignores Felisa's comment, but for a shake of the head, and starts to move away from the bar, heading toward the bathroom.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *She pauses in the song, a faltering, but her focus goes into the crowd. And she picks up her guitar, to jam with the band.* Couple of non-believers out there, huh? *she calls out with a laugh.*

Lexington James Metcalf: She doesn't move still, almost like a statue, mostly just her breathing and her eyes as they blink normally.

Felisa Espinosa: "Charleston, see to him. I think he's in a bad way."
And we may all be in a very bad way, she thinks, raising her eyebrow and looking at the behavior patterns of the crowd.

Briar Kennedy: She starts to dance, totally off from what everyone else is, in her own way. As she says something in Romani.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Dance: 4,8,7,8,5,4,7,5,

Terrence London: "I believe!" he shouts, though his voice may well be swallowed up by the crowd and noise.

Charleston Sinclair: He stares after Christian, frowning a little before looking up at the stage again, tempted to follow his roomie.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete: 5,8,

Charleston Sinclair: At Fel's words, he's spurred into motion and chasing after Christian.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete: 2,4,

Christian Gallagher: He pushes his way through the door to the bathroom, slipping out of view.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: Amen! *she calls out, with another laugh, and it seems Terrence has started a frenzy. Of I believe's! And Whoo's! And cheering.*

Terrence London: He laughs and cheers with the rest of them.

Briar Kennedy: She stops dancing with a few blinks. She backs up a few paces bumping into those around her that are trying to get towards the singer.

Charleston Sinclair: He pushes into the bathroom after Christian.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((Dex+Ath, Briar.))

Felisa Espinosa: "Hear hear!" she says, raising her hands up in the air, going with the crowd.
That, of course, was a fallacy.
Because she knew something was wrong, and for being seventeen years of age, almost eighteen, literally in hours (Happy birthday), she had a damned keen mind. And this... this sudden obsession that she was seeing, coming out of nowhere, for no discernable reason...
She watched, waited.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Dex+Athletics: 5,7,5,2,9,8,6,

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: He's inside the bathroom, hands on the counter, staring at the mirror and trying to get his breathing under control. He doesn't notice Charlie enter, just hears the door open and shut, and he jumps.

Briar Kennedy: Managing to keep her ballance she uses the ring on her left hand to slice into her right arm, to draw blood, as she speaks in Romani.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete(Q,): 5,2,

Briar Kennedy: She says the words in the other language a bit harder this time.

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: Without thinking, he just moves behind Christian and wraps his arms around his mid-section for a hug. "Are ya okay, buddy?"

Briar Kennedy: d10: Arete(WP): 3,3,

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *A few of the speakers fry out, and there is a bit of dissention in the ranks.*

Terrence London: "Show us the Wizard!" he shouts, whether he's heard or not. He laughs wildly. "And the flying monkeys!"

Briar Kennedy: Seating good now and with blood running down the cut on her arm. She contiunues to back away. If she get's or comes close to Terrance, she is gonna clock him out.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *And Eternity pauses in her singing. And a sigh.* Now REALLY, *she says, tsking lightly. But she grins.* Looks like we've got electrical failure. Let's get the fuck out of here, boys.

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah, I'm fine," he says...as obvious a lie as he's ever told. But he certainly seems committed to it.

Briar Kennedy: (Sweating and knock.....*Hands out translations*))

Felisa Espinosa: Now that's interesting. Seems that the Romani chica (and yeah, she's starting to pick them up, thanks to two others she knows) wants to play the hero, or at least the disruptor. And the loon, god bless 'em is doing what he does best. Questions remained though. Why did she cut herself, and why did the speakers fry out when she cut herself, and what the fuck is all this about, and how are those two doing in the bathroom?
She was tempted to check, and she hopped off the stool but didn't go anywhere.

Terrence London: "Don't stop!" he calls out to Eternity.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *A few avid fans remain completely on her, and Eternity blows a kiss to the crazy man in the crowd.* Sorry, looks like this is gonna have to be another reschedule. *She moves quickly towards the curtain, taking her guitar with.*

Terrence London: He grins and reaches up a hand, snatching the 'kiss' from the air and putting it to his lips.

Lexington James Metcalf: She watches still, very stoic, but definitely eyeing the lead moreso than anyone else right now.

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: His arms tighten around Christian's waist and he gives him a nuzzle. "Talk to me, buddy."

Briar Kennedy: "Oh shut up." she says to Terrance. Now is as good a time as any to start a fight, maybe she can go after them if she can cause enough chaos. She will throw a punch or two at random people then attempt to follow, maybe get a licence plate or something.

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: "I said...I'm FINE." His shoulders tense, eyes shutting.

Terrence London: Briar: "That's my fiance up there," he says to her with a petulant look, pointing to Eternity.

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *A fight? Security is on it, very quickly. The lead singer moves, her eyes flickering in amusement. Maybe she LIKES Chaos. She moves behind the curtain, and quickly, the band following.*

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: He deflates a little, shoulders slumping as he pulls away from him. "I just..you don't want to talk, do ya? I'm here fer ya. Y'can say anythin' y'want."

Briar Kennedy: She will attempt to find a way to get out of there. To at least catch something she can use later to find the band.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well. I do believe that you're something entirely freaky deaky," she muttered, a slow grin coming. "Thank you my dear, you're one to watch if you stick around this place."
That's not including Madame Self-Mutilator, but that... would be put in the Maybe file in her head. Felisa walked over to the bathroom and knocked.
"Yo. It's Fel. You guys okay?"

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((Briar, Per+Alert))

Briar Kennedy: d10: Per+Alert: 9,6,3,5,4,

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: "Not right now, no," he says, turning to the side and stepping backwards away from Charlie, toward the door. "Maybe..." He sighs and shakes his head, staring at Charlie with that soft, mutely sad star. "Sorry." He turns to slip out.

Terrence London: He looks so downcast as the band doesn't continue.

Christian Gallagher: The door opens moments after Felisa knocks, and Christian tries to push past her. "Fine." It's his word of the night. He seems headed toward the door.

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: He watches Christian go and then he just sighs, following out after him.

Charleston Sinclair: He just looks over at Fel and shrugs. "I dunno. I think I'm gonna go home. Looks like things're goin' downhill here."

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: *There is a milling of the crowd, and the front doors are opened, the lights turn up. Briar can see a path leading outside, but the band is already gone.*

Eternity Sheyd [Night Club]: ((And end scene... feel free to continue to react, thanks for quick responses.))

Felisa Espinosa: "You aren't fine," she says, and there's a hint of a frown there, something she's learned to do, but she doesn't stop him from going if he really wishes to go. Odd that he acted differently from the others.

Christian Gallagher: Straight for the door he heads, shouldering his way past people. He's moving to get the hell out.
Briar Kennedy: She pushes and shoves anyone out of the way to get to the door, a hand now pressed toher arm, not the best in sanitation or steming the cut but she is not taking off her shirt to make a makeshift bandage.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 1,3,7,6,9,

Charleston Sinclair: He shrugs at Felisa and then he's gone.

Lexington James Metcalf: She watches for Charleston, though if the other guy was with him, she'd likely not talk to him right away.

Felisa Espinosa -> Christian Gallagher: ((Meh. Anything?))

Terrence London: He sighs, bereft. "I'll soon you at home, honey!" he calls to Eternity.

Terrence London: ooc> soon=see

Christian Gallagher -> Felisa Espinosa: Confusion. Sadness, and frustration. He's not sure exactly why he's sad, and feels like he was struck by the music, bringing thoughts he doesn't like to think about up. And he desperately wants to be alone right now, and is approaching anger at the fact that Charlie's following him.

Briar Kennedy: ((Thanks for the scene Fang *Hugs*)) She looks around once outside. A narrowing of her eyes and a muttered string of curse words.

Christian Gallagher: ((*Hugs the Fangy one*))

Terrence London: ((*hugs*))

Lexington James Metcalf: And since he just flies out of there, not much more to see, so she takes off too.

Felisa Espinosa: She walked out calmly, pulling out a ciggie and lighting it. It wasn't even her birthday yet and things were already getting weird.
"Might wanna see to that," she says, looking at the arm. She sniffed, then exhaled. "Strange show I'd say."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Huggies))

Briar Kennedy: She looks over to Felisa, then down to her arm. It is amazing what endorphins could do, feeling no pain for the time. "Right. Seems normal to me." she says another look around and then a shake of her head.

Terrence London: He sits down on the floor.

Christian Gallagher: Along he goes, down the street. He seems to be ignoring the man following behind him.

Felisa Espinosa: She looked at the ground, her face a blank, and then started walking down the street. Normal my dimple asscheeks, she thought.

Briar Kennedy: Her head stops shaking and she blinks her eyes hard once more. "Fucking stupid." she mutters as she turns to head back inside eyes looking around, her arm forgotten.

Briar Kennedy: She looks for Terrance. Eyes scanning the place.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Per+Alert: 4,6,2,6,2,6,

Briar Kennedy: ((One too many sorry. *winces* drop off the last success))

Terrence London: He's sitting on the floor. The dance floor. Legs crossed.

Terrence London: ((She'll find him with a bit of searching. *S*))

Briar Kennedy: Eventually after some time looking for h9im she spots him. Bending down and pulling him up to stand. "Come on, buddy boy." she says with a none to humerous smile.

Felisa Espinosa: "Hey, Christian, you can slow down now man, he's not following you anymore, yeah?"
Not that she was, but they were going in the same direction.

Terrence London: He stands up, peering at Briar intently. "You're not her. I thought she was coming for me." He sounds relieved.

Briar Kennedy: "Nope not her." she says violet eyes glittering. "Nothing to worry about." She leaves off the excpet me, part. Oh well now Terrance has some blood on his clothes, nothing that won't eventually wash out. She escorts him to the door.

Christian Gallagher: "Good." He says it over his shoulder as he continues to walk.

Felisa Espinosa: "Goddamn man, shit happens. So the music struck a chord in your soul, no big deal."
She stopped at the intersection and waited to cross, looking at the traffic.

Christian Gallagher: He gives a derisive snort and stalks off, not stopping when she does.

Terrence London: He stops suddenly, looking at her. "Where are we going? I don't want to feed the gremlins."

Briar Kennedy: "Outside." she says. "I will keep the Gremlins away, they do not like me."a grin as she keeps on walking, guiding Terrance outside.

Felisa Espinosa: "Just because you can't deal with certain things doesn't mean that you can blow off the people that give a shit," she muttered, and then, louder, "wait for the light. You'll get run over..."

Briar Kennedy: ((Sorry missed that he stopped)) She stops and says what she does, then stars to pull him along with her once more.

Christian Gallagher: ((Sorry. I meant he turned the corner and is continuing down the sidewalk. :P))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Well, er...)) "Just because you can't deal with certain things doesn't mean that you can blow off the people that give a shit," she muttered.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, let's see you deal with it," he mutters himself, quieter, and off he goes. Away from the woman is good right now.

Terrence London: He frowns, pulling out of her grasp. "I can walk on my own."

Briar Kennedy: She looks over to him. "Then let's walk. We can have a little chat while we do." there is no warmth in her voilet eyes as she says this but she smiles none the less.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well fuck you too cocklicker, next time when you're in the park, aching because you're too goddamned afraid to reach out and touch someone over some past slight... god, why the fuck do I bother. Stew in your juices, it's what you're good at."
She turned on her heels and started moving off. Better to deal with it another night then do something she'd really regret.

Terrence London: "I don't like your eyes," he says softly. "Your eyes are cold."

Briar Kennedy: "No one likes my eyes." she says with a shrug. The cut on her arm has slowled it's bleeding. Although blood is on both of her hands and down her arm. She doesn't seem to take any notice of it. Once they are outside. "You said she was your fiance right? You live together?" she asks.

Christian Gallagher: He winces at that, pausing, but only for a moment, before he's gone.