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Post by kenpachi on May 20, 2013 0:03:34 GMT -5
when: 16th Aug
time: 11:30PM
where: Green Sky's. (famous nightclub)
The music was pounding so loud it felt like the beat had replaced his heartbeat. the neon lights cutting through the darkness of the dance floor that was full to capacity with young men and women dancing, drinking far too much, and generally living it up.
Shinji was grinning as he brought the back of his hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. twisting the same hand around he was able to bring the bottle of beer held there to his lips and take another long drink. he wasn't drunk yet. or rather he was still perfectly able to walk in a straight line, even if his words occasionally slurred together with longer sentences. and really that was barely anything, as earlier noted, the music was far too loud for conversations held below a shouting volume. so who gave a damn?
Shinji was moving to the music, his skill meant that he was actually good, even if not quite the god of the dance floor that he was picturing himself as. that being said, he was young and handsome. his expressions and movements made it clear he was confident to the point of being cocky. that plus the fact that his leather jacket was unzipped with nothing under it, showed off his extremely well toned muscles and long scar. so he was indeed getting a few looks from females present.
Something Shinji knew and loved knowing, his ego swelling with every woman he caught the eye of and winked at. this was fun. this right here? tonight? this was what made life count as living, rather then just existing. and he was loving every second of it.
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Post by Rachel White on May 27, 2013 15:41:27 GMT -5
Rachel had been scheduled to play this venue with her band that night, being a group of mutants with considerable more subtle mutations than the ones that would frequently brand her friends as "freaks", the band had still managed to out themselves as a group of superhumans when someone had accidentally used their powers right in the middle of sound-check. It just so happened to be that the someone in question was Rachel Summers herself, telepathy could be a very tricky ability at the best of times. After all, how was she supposed to know that the manager's comment was mental and not verbal? So the band had been canned for the night, and now everyone was being subjugated to this cookie-cutter Skrillex crap while the group of teens waited for their ride to arrive.
So here the orange-haired teen was, basking in the intoxication that nearly everyone else in the club was experiencing, the next best thing to actually imbibing in the demon itself for a telepath. Watching all of these drunken fools do what they believed to be dancing was actually quite entertaining to watch. One of the center points of the entire party was a Japanese man who was slowly herding girls towards himself, and seemed to be enjoying every bit of attention he was getting almost far too much for his own good.
Not long after Rachel had rolled her eyes sarcastically at the entire spectacle was she surrounded by a group of knuckle-draggers who were clearly jealous at all the attention that the dancing man was receiving. Why they had decided to congregate around the only girl who wasn't apparently mystified in her drunken stupor by him. The intent behind them was clear, even though she couldn't hear the words over the loud pulsing of music that was playing at a level that COULDN'T have been healthy for the other patron's ears. Rachel didn't need to hear what they were saying though, as what they were thinking was more than strong enough an indicator to give it all away. And from what she saw it wasn't anything that Summers wouldn't be interested in at all. Soon one of the men was dumb enough to attempt to reach for the young woman's small frame with his ham-like hands. This was when shit proceeded to be brought down.
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Post by kenpachi on May 29, 2013 19:09:24 GMT -5
so maybe he had a little bit of a problem, Shinji reflected as he downed the rest of his drink without the pause for him to taste it, but he really couldn't help but be attracted to the ones that weren't into him.
part of it was the ego trip of turning them around, part was the fun of figuring out exactly what would get such a chick to give him her number, and part was that he really had a problem with wanting anything and everything he saw as soon as someone told him he couldn't have it.
hence giving a certain red head more then a few looks over when he could. plus the fact that she really was beautiful and clearly confident helped. Shinji smirked. this would be fun, win or fail.
and then there was some worthless waste of meat, that was trying to make all the wrong moves on her. Shinji clicked his teeth in annoyance at that, even the women that had been murdered by the assassin had been given respect from him until the end. whelp, time to play 'knight in bright amour' or however the phrase went. huh, maybe he was a little drunk.
Calmly, Shinji moved across the club floor, pushing those in his way aside with gentle pushes, until he reached the group of Apes and the one human that made up his target. they were all paying so much attention to the red head (okay objective one: get her name.) that they didn't even notice when he walked up behind one of the idiots and grabbed him by the back of his hair.
they managed to notice when he pulled the bastards head back enough that Shinji could look down to meet his eyes, and the ape could look straight ahead and see the roof. "You. off the Lady." he called out, pointing with his empty bottle at the one who had grabbed her. he then shoved the man in his grasp towards the others, walked one step forwards and handed Red a ten dollar bill.
"if you'd be so kind as to get us each one of whatever it is you're drinking?" he told her, a wide, cocky, and borderline arrogant smile accompanying it. he then turned towards the group of very pissed off men and settled into a defensive pose. "rest of you? try to entertain me here." he quipped, his smile turning to a near manic grin as he felt his blood pumping. this feeling of knowing he could go through a hell of pain and not care for an instant as long as it was fun. this was better then any drink, drug or woman in the world. he was totally in love with his own violence and laughed as he threw himself at the closest one of the gang, effortlessly blocking a wild jab with his elbow and returning in kind with a quick foot to the knee.
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