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Post by Jψηκσ on Mar 1, 2011 15:14:20 GMT -5
Last time Vio was here, a couple weeks ago, she had been humiliated by some kid with her crazy steroid pokemon. As Vio walked into the club, she looked around, wondering if anyone would notice she was that "one girl who got her ass kicked". As she watched the sluts dance and the guys drink momentarily, she deemed it safe, and closed the door behind her.
Walking into the coat room, she took off the long, white trenchcoat she had acquired from traveling in the route. It was a long story, but this guy lent her his jacket, and well, she never had a chance to return it. Underneath, she wore her black, furry-hooded jacket. She unzipped it, revealing a black, revealing halter top. She hooked both up on the same hook. She laid her black tote bad underneath, but kept her poke'belt on. Her dark wash jeans hung low on her hips, and of course she wore her black boots. She laid the fedora down on her bag, and ran a finger through her short, blond hair. If she was going to dance, she was not about to let her signature get lost or stolen.
Vio walked out of the coat room, and into the dancefloor. There were a lot of people this time, and it smelled of cheap beer and fancy perfumes. Things were crazy, and she felt herself swaying to the beat as she moved through the crowd to the bar. The bartender was cleaning a few glasses when she had approached him. "The usual?" He asked, and Vio nodded. She sat down on the counter, and waited as he mixed up her drink. He laid it on the counter in front of her, and she took the beverage and sipped it. Mmm fruity. Vio always drank before dancing. It made things a whole lot more interesting.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Mar 3, 2011 14:16:33 GMT -5
Moments after the beautiful, sort-of cold Vio took a seat at the bar, a big man is apparently thrown through the entrance. He has the appearance of a common thug, and to many people would appear threatening. However, as he bounces off the floor he is audibly whimpering. One side of his face is slightly bloody, mixing with tears streaming out of his eyes almost comically. His pupils retracted. One couldn't help but wonder who caused such fear in such a terrifying human being? Who else could it be but our friendly hero, Atrum Vulpes? He breezes through the doorway, closing it quietly behind him. He wears a black vest alone, and his arms glisten with rain, giving definition to his well-built muscles. Something is different about our hero from the last time; he is still kind, but his temperament has changed. What was that phone call about?
Probably something to do with family. I'd think so, anyway.
"See, lookit, you've embarrassed yourself. Now scram," Atrum hisses, thrusting his hand above his head and using his thumb to point behind him. The thug, unsure of whether to try and regain his pride or scramble, remains motionless on the floor. Until Atrum bares his teeth.
He ran like his stomach had suddenly decided to drop everything, to coin a phrase that I just made up.
The barman, who was watching the scene, goes back to cleaning a cup after Atrum gives an apologetic wave and starts towards the bar. He hadn't yet noticed anyone familiar in the room, which was an oddity. But then, this strange attitude was bizarre. It was almost like he was caught in the tornado, and baby, he wasn't going to land in Kansas. "I'll have a straight vodka. Uncontaminated, as they say where I come from." He says, with a wry, somehow odd tone of voice.
What has got into him?
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Post by Jψηκσ on Mar 3, 2011 21:39:56 GMT -5
Soon after finishing her first drink, something interesting happened. Vio abruptly turned around to see what had happened, but it went down so fast. The bartender refilled her glass, then went back to cleaning. Instead of stopping the fight, he nonchalantly continued doing his job. Of all her years living in Verona, she had never seen an actual fight brought into the club. Vio took a sip of her drink.
The thug had ran out of the club like a scared little kitten, and the attacker seemed to be approaching Vio. Her heart beat, scared of people who were stronger than her now that she was not mugged once, but twice now, but something about him looked so...familiar? Something about him seemed safe, but Vio could not put her finger on what it was. Something bugged her; she needed to know.
Vio slid over the couple seats to the man, but she scrambled for something to say that would not make him punch her in the face. "Do you usually make such a grand extrance?" She asked, crossing her legs toward him. Life resumed at the club like nothing ever happened, people danced and drank. No one seemed to care except Vio. She took another swing of her second drink, finishing it. "Another one, please," She said to the bartender, who quickly fixed her another drink.
Suddenly feeling like this was a bad idea, Vio bit her lip. She looked back at the man, then decided that after a few more drinks she would not care. She slid off the seat, "Nevermind..." He did not look too familiar. Chances were, he was pissed, and Vio did not want to feed into it. Fighting him would be a battle she would lose, and if there was one thing she learned since starting her journey is to not pick unbeatable fights.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Mar 6, 2011 14:41:14 GMT -5
"Do you usually make such a grand entrance?"
Atrum swivels around in his seat, eyebrows furrowed. The fuck? That voice was very, very familiar. He'd heard it the last time he was in Cheyenne, sure, the moments before he'd had to leave. It was the woman... the woman who had her pants stolen. Vio or something. Nice legs, he recalled drunkenly; fortunately he kept this to himself as it might not have came out too well.
Yeah, definitely Vio. He might be slightly pissed, but he would NOT make a fool out of himself in front of someone he knew, if only momentarily. Anyway, he'd only had five straight glasses, and the fight had sobered himself up a little. He looks at Vio's eyes, and doesn't see much recognition in them; maybe a little, but she didn't recognise him by name.
Well, she had been freezing her tits off.. and had just been mugged... by some asshole. He felt his anger rising once again, this new demon on his back plunging it's hands into his once-calm mind. People like that deserved pain. If he had a chance, he would no doubt cause it.
But for now, he would answer Vio's questions. He allows his eyebrows to unforrow, and offers up a wan, cool smile. "No, it's not a problem. I try to keep myself to myself, but, well, the lad thought I was looking at his girlfriend and then he drew a knife."
He took a sip of his shot of vodka, before gazing back at Vio. "He didn't know, however, how to use it. I disarmed him then threw him in here. And here I am now." He offers another smile, still managing not to slur. How much alcohol can one man take?
"Yeah, I'm sorry about.. running off. The call..." he begins to say, before turning away and appears to wipe his eyes. "My father."
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Post by Jψηκσ on Mar 7, 2011 21:21:25 GMT -5
As soon as she slid off the stool, the bartender had put down another rather fruity drink her third. She blinked for a moment, wondering if the intoxicating substance was taking effect. Then again, with all of the blinking, colorful lights and the vibrations from the music, it was incredibly hard to tell. She turned back to Atrum, grabbing her drink, and found herself listening to what he had to say.
There was a familiar air about him, and as she listened to the voice, the more it began to register. She knew him, somehow, but then again she has met a lot of people in Verona and her journey in Cheyenne. A lot of really bad people. However, he did not seem to match that criteria. If he was, she would have noticed right away.
It is funny how people only remember the bad, but never the good.
Vio furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember, but her memory came up short. All she got from him speaking that he was defensive...protective of himself. He knew how to fight, and think in those kinds of situations...god, why was it so hard to recall who this person was? She took a sip of her drink. Maybe she was getting drunk already?
"Yeah, I'm sorry about.. running off. The call...my father."
Now that was a shocker! Vio stared at him wide-eyed. How could she had not remembered before? Actually, a better question would be how could she not remember that body before? She recalled the contours of his muscles when he gave her his jacket. How awkward, and embarrassing... "Wait...the call. Are you...you can't be...?" She stuttered. It was Atrum, the boy who had helped her in the route. He turned from her, and she slipped back onto the stool.
"You're Atrum. Route One?" She asked, not noticing the tears, though she could feel something was wrong. The way he spoke... She may be blond, but she was in no way dumb. She was in no way sympathetic either, but she needed to repay him somehow. Vio was a hateful person, but only to those who deserve it. "Hey, you alright?" She asked. Not out of curiousity, and not that she really cared other than how she was going to make things even between them.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Mar 8, 2011 13:26:01 GMT -5
"Hey, you alright?"
These words struck something deep within Atrum, a chord that hadn't been played in his body for song long; care. Somebody was asking how he was - in other words, caring. He tried to maintain a straight face when he glanced at Vio, but something about this irresistible blue eyes caused his back to shudder. He pressed his head into his palms, rubbing his temples.
"Not really," is all he manages to say, before he once again rubs his eyes and looks at Vio. They were slightly red but he manages to smile, and a proper smile too. He would save the explanation for some other time; he didn't feel like telling some person who he hardly knew, even if she seemed nice. Perhaps they should get to know each other first...
"Yeah, route one. How're you?" He asks, his small smile still on his face. He wanted to hear about what had happened to her after their brief encounter, and if he had helped at all. He did feel immense guilt for rushing off that night, but the call was quite urgent and in fact related to the region of Cheyenne. [/blockquote]
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Post by Jψηκσ on Mar 9, 2011 19:28:48 GMT -5
This sympathetic Vio act was making her feel uncomfortable. Ever since she was a little girl, she only really cared about herself and her independence turned into pride most of the time. She really did not know what to do. She only sipped her drink, letting silence fill the void between them. She was on her third drink, and it would not be long until she was drunk off her ass.
"I'm sorry, I blow at these things..." She gave him a halfsmile. He really was the only guy who was nice to her in Verona and Cheyenne combined, and she did not want to give him a reason to kick her ass too. Something told her he would not, though. "So all I can see is have a drink and try to have a good time?" She shrugged, taking another sip of her fruity deliciousness.
"Yeah, route one. How're you?"
Although she had already answered her question before she even asked it, she was excited to have confirmation that this was indeed the man who had saved her from hypothermia long ago. She smiled, "I bought a new pair of pants. If you haven't noticed." Her smile turned into a smirk after sharing this little "inside joke", hoping this would somewhat lighten the mood. "Eh, in all seriousness, I'm still standing." She shrugged once again.
What Atrum did not know was that she was not just mugged one time, but twice. However, Vio was not the type to get into a pity story about how this one punk ganged up on her after she toyed with him a bit. With a free hand, she rubbed the forearm of the opposite arm, looking down at the slight burns on her upper arm. She had worse burns on her stomach, but Vio was not about to pull up her shirt and say Hey look! I'm just a magnet for horrible men!
Vio opened her mouth, and then closed it. She was about to ask him how he was, but that would be redundant, now wouldn't it? Scrambling for something to say, she downed the rest of her third drink. Maybe if she was drunk she would not care so much. She could already feel a slight buzz. "I know exactly what would get your minds off things," She really did not, but it was worth a try. "Dance with me," She said, putting down the empty glass. She looked at him with a smirk on her face.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Mar 11, 2011 12:02:18 GMT -5
"Yeaaaah, I noticed," He said, with a wry grin. Something about this Vio seemed... damaged. More-so than before. Something nagging away at the back of his mind with the subtly of a screaming horde of locusts.
Dancing? With Vio? Atrum was momentarily taken aback, but didn't let the look show on his face. He hardly knew the girl; but he did not care. It would definitely take his mind off of.. things. A beautiful (if occasionally cold) girl such as Vio offering to dance would not be a situation he could pass up on. Maybe she was more drunk than she looked.
"I guess I could," he murmurs, with a small smile slowly growing across his face, his blue eyes brightening in the dim room. He stands up and faces the girl, nodding, before turning and heading towards the dance floor. How interesting this evening could turn out to be.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Mar 13, 2011 16:26:42 GMT -5
Surprised he even said yes to her invitation to dance with her, a smile crept on her lips. Of course, he should feel honored that Vio even wanted to get that close to her. It was a privilege, but it was the least she could do for someone who practically saved her from hypothermia. At least she would have a little fun too. Now, Vio was not the best dancer, but she was not the worst either. If she had better assets and revealing clothing, she could probably be the spotlight of the dancefloor.
"Great, I hope you can handle it," She smirked. He blurred slightly as he moved, but she kept her eyes on him. Maybe she drank a little too much? Following him, she found herself engulfed by the group easily. She could feel the warmth of the bodies around her, and Atrum's as well. Something high energy was on, it was mainstream, but the bass reverberated in her ears and she could not make out what it was.
Vio's body quickly moved to the music. She moved closer to Atrum so that they were nearly touching. Her body popped, rocked, and her hips swayed to the beat. She looked up, smirking. All around her, everything blurred and all she could see was Atrum. She quickly moved so her back was towards her, and she swayed her hips as she moved down his body. Yep, the alcohol definitely got into her system.
OOC || dancing, and writing about dancing are two separate things. D: sorry it blows.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Apr 1, 2011 14:06:59 GMT -5
Atrum smiled, and his blue eyes twinkled at the woman. He strolls out into the dancefloor with her, and felt the mainstream throb in his mind. His vision too was blurry, but not very. He had a fairly high tolerance for alcohol these days, built up in the past month or so. He felt drums pulse through his body, and when he closed his eyes he could see the colours of the rainbow fluctuating behind his eyelids.
"I would think, my dear, that the real question is; will you be able to keep up with... the groovinator?" he smirked, his voice joking. Yes, he did realise how cheesy that sounded but that was most definitely his intention - and in all fairness, he was a pretty good dancer (although he wasn't that good in crowds; previously he merely moshed in his bedroom).
As he became one with the crowd, his hips began to sway. He moved closer to Vio until they were almost touching; he was struck by how nice she looked, even under the dark lights of the nightclub. He smiled, forgetting his past worries, and slipped into the beat. OOC; not a problem, and my apologies for holding this up so long. RL exam issues and all
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jun 29, 2011 19:49:38 GMT -5
"I would think, my dear, that the real question is; will you be able to keep up with... the groovinator?"
"...whaaat?" Vio yelled rather loudly. She could barely hear Atrum over the beat of the music, and the DJ was not going to let down on the beat anytime soon. All ar ound her, girls were grinding on their male partners, and strangers alike, and men fistpumped and scouted the dancefloor for potential booty call, and many wandering eyes watched Vio as she moved to the music.
The space between the two of them began to close slowly, facing away with him. Her back pressed up against her chest, and the two of them danced in perfect time. Everything blurred. There was nothing else but the two of them and the horrible remix of a Lady Gaga song, but for a horrible remix, Vio was having a pretty good time. There was something about Atrum that was tolerable, and blaming the alcohol was an excuse.
Vio moved so that she faced him once again, this time moving down his body in a sensual way. He was considerably taller than her, so she looked up at him in a flirtatious way as she moved back up. Usually, her icy blue eyes were filled with anger or revenge, but this time, her eyes were inviting. That was, until a pair of hands grabbed onto her waist.
"Hello beautiful," A deep voice slurred into her ear, pulling her away from Atrum.
This was not Atrum's voice, and as she tried to pull away from the male, the harder he held onto her and the harder he tried to grind on her. "Ilikeachalleeeeenge," He slurred, then hiccuped and he tried wrapping his arms around her. Vio struggled to get out of his grasp. Atrum's hair isn't green, she thought, as she turned to face the stranger. "Get offa me..." She scowled at the intoxicated boy, trying to push him away with her twig-arms.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Jul 12, 2011 11:59:01 GMT -5
Atrum allows a small smile to surface as the distance between the two people, pressing against Vio while dancing to the horrific Gaga. Who'da thought it, eh? He would like for a little Depeche Mode, maybe a remix... But for now, it was fine as he felt excitement begin to bubble in his chest (and perhaps various other places of interest).
He gazed coolly into her eyes, feeling some deep-rooted intensity... which was then broken by the intervention of the green-haired goon who couldn't handle his drink. He begins to feel his inner tensions building again as he clenches his fists, his calmness erased in a mere instant by some drunkard.
Calmly brushing past a couple of people, he stands behind the green-haired, observing for a moment as he appeared to rub himself against the beautiful Vio. Not on my watch, says Doctor Destructo (also known as Atrum Vulpes). He places both hands on the shoulders of greenie, and squeezes. Hard.
Just as the song changes to a remix of Depeche Mode, 'Never Let Me Down (Digitalism Remix)'.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jul 12, 2011 12:31:01 GMT -5
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Vio’s head spun around and around, her vision slowly worsening as she stared up at this green-haired boy. He would not let her get away as he grabbed onto her wrists. She twisted and pulled, but it was doing her more harm than good. This boy had a grip on her, and she did not like it. She turned her head, looking for that blonde hair and ripped body in the crowd, but the only thing she saw were blurred figures dancing. The green haired boy leaned forward, and whispered into her ear, ”Yer not goin’ anywhere.” The song changed.
A pair of warm hands grabbed onto the boys shoulders, he shrugged them off and turned his head, a flash of blonde entering his line of vision. ”Hey, you snooze ya lose,” He grumbled to Atrum, and Vio used this opportunity to escape. She lifted her knee, hitting him right where the sun does not shine. He reeled over in pain, grabbing at his manhood. Vio saw the faint figure of Atrum. However, she was not done as she scowled down at the boy. ”What makes ya think…” She began, her voice slurred, ”That I’m a toy you can just grab?” She spat at him, and he looked up at her.
wham! The back of Vio’s hand hit his cheek so hard, that it had already begun to redden just moments later. ”Little bitch…” He slurred, as he brought his hand to his cheek. Vio called out for Atrum as he boy lunged forward to grab her. He had fallen on top of her, and reeled back a fist. Vio winced, bracing herself for the impact. People who had previously begun dancing stopped to watch this drunken fool. He had both of her arms pinned down and then he swung a punch directly at her.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Jul 12, 2011 12:59:12 GMT -5
A frown erupts on the normally-handsome Atrum as greenie manages to shrug him off. However, he then breaks out into a grin as Vio gave the sonofabitch a beating.
Stepping in just before it appeared the scrote might be able to deal some damage, the semi-sober blonde muscle machine (oh god the descriptions) slams outwards with his right foot, knocking the monster or villain away from the princess or damsel in distress, respectively. Some of the clubbers whoop, and some feminine cat-calls arise from the crowd. The song pulses through the air, already half way through.
The green-haired man lunges at Atrum, but stumbles over something and merely lands at the muscular blonde's feet. Master Vulpes picks him up by the scruff of his shirt, gives him a silent glare, before he walks towards the exit. The green haired man could be heard to say something that rhymes with runt, and Atrum barked a hollow laugh before merely throwing the man outside.
He turns back to the gathering crowd and smiles slightly, just as the song changes again.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jul 12, 2011 13:55:31 GMT -5
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This was not the first, but the second time Atrum has pulled Vio out of a shitty situation. She leaned on her elbows for a moment, now the green-haired boy off of her. She clumsily scrambled to her feet, nearly knocking over a few bystanders. Being the damsel of distress was not a title she was proud of, but she was almost always thrown into the role. Her bad attitude surely had something to do with it. A dark skinned girl held Vio steady as she tried to stand, and once she got her balance the girl let her free.
Looking around the club for Atrum and the green-haired boy, she caught a glimpse of him at the door. There were, of course, cheers. Atrum had a knack for throwing strange men out of clubs, and Vio did not want to internally debate about whether that was a good talent or not. Right now, all she wanted to do was find him. She stumbled through the crowd, nearly tripping over some feet. The crowd slowly went back to its typical vibe, and people began to grow bored now that the fighting was over. The song had changed had changed. Girls went back to shakin’ their thang, and boys eyed them as if they were pieces of meat.
Vio quickly walked over to him, and watched as the blurred figure of the green-haired boy was gone, and Atrum had turned, she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace. Okay, maybe her lack of inhibitions had something to do with it. Vio was a prideful creature afterall. She stood on the tips of her toes, since he was taller than her by nearly half a foot, and she turned her head slightly to whisper in his ear, ”I could have so taken him down.” She slowly loosened her grasp, creating a small space between the two. There was a playful smirk that crept up one corner of her lip.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Jul 12, 2011 15:31:15 GMT -5
Atrum merely smiled as he felt the girl wrap her arms around his neck, feeling his tension, his usually undeniable rage... being denied. He grinned as she murmured that she could take him down, his arms wrapped around her waist.
"That would be amusing to watch.. I have no doubts in you," he murmurs, with a award-winning smile. He felt like kissing her... he didn't know exactly why. The song was now Idealistic, by Digitalism.
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Post by Jψηκσ on Jul 12, 2011 17:14:03 GMT -5
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"That would be amusing to watch.. I have no doubts in you,
Vio returned the smile, melting under its beauty. Was that sarcasm, or did he really believe it? The wanted to think the latter, but she never questioned it. There was a bubbly knot in her stomach, and she could not shake that feeling. The way he looked, the way he smelled, she found herself undeniably attracted and wanting more. This feeling, it was strange and it has been a long time since she felt this way. "I'm glad someone still believes in me," She whispered, half-jokingly. If she was not so drunk, she would have a wall, but now with her inhibitions out of the way, she mentally said fuck it. Leaning up on the tips of her toes, she closed her eyes and brushed her lips against his.
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