<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Dyo 21, 81379 Dyslexia Rymapumkaj Female, nineteen wearing- low rise cargo pants fitted with a large assortment of straps, buckles, zippers and d-rings. a tight long-sleeved mesh shirt, dog collar and matching arm-belts, a bright orange and black midriff-cut vest. combat boots, an assortment of black and green jelly braclets, and a large studded belt ._.;; open to all, possible mature content</td></tr></table> Breath was quick and uneven, pupils dilated, adrenaline coursing through every vein. To put it simply: The femme was scared shitless. Her kaleidoscope pelage was attracting more attention than she wanted; cold, hungry glances that made her hackles rise. Where was her brother? Oh right. Bartering parts for that goddamned ship of his off in the market. And she just haaaad to go exploring on her own. <span style='color:teal'>"Smooth move hun, Looks like we're gonna end up one of those statistics on youth death rates. Fuck.</span> Mismatched hues of violet scanned the scared and twisted faces around her, looking for somewhere, anywhere she might be able to catch her breath. That somewhere turned out to be one of Bhim's more popular clubs, The Razor Edge. Soon as she was in the door she became at ease; this was her element. The throbbing bass in the background, the bodies about her moving in serpentine waves. Her plumed ears twitched in time with the music as a snowy hand brushed multicolour bangs away from her eyes. The studded rainbow tongue moved slowly over her dry lips, one hand moving to her vest to lower the zipper; giving any who might pay her any attention view of the tattoo on her chest and the gentle rise of her breasts. Now all she needed was some company.
Rom always had found interest in the places called “Clubs". She loved to sit and watch all the different people that came in and what activities they carried out. Some came to dance and have a good time, some of the older wealthy men came to prey upon the young naive women, and some came to exchange what looked like plastic bags of cooking supplies for money. Why you wouldn’t go to the super market to get your icing sugar or oregano like normal people was something Rom didn’t understand. Most of these people didn’t even notice her watching them, and she liked it better that way. She has noticed people always change behavior pattern when they are under surveillance, like they have someone to impress or something. So there she sat, platinum hair hanging down around her shoulders. She watches though her curtain of soft white with soft honey optics at the creatures of the night around her. She uncrosses her legs and crosses them the other direction. Even though she is wearing tights cut off at her mid calf she still tugs down her black cotton skirt down a bit. She plays with the ribbon that’s laced though the bottom part of her corset style black with soft gray detailing tank top. She sighs and takes a drink from the glass sitting beside her that was another thing she noticed when ever she was just sitting there with no drink some stranger will come and buy her a new one then ask for a dance. When she turned them down they always looked somewhat angry and walked off muttering something under their breath. It wasn’t that she didn’t like to dance she it just got in the was of her observing.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> I made up the lyrics, no stealie o.o </td></tr></table> Dys flitted amongst the crowd, enjoying the band that was currently playing up on the stage. It wasn't long before she found herself right up front, watching the lead singer strut about on stage, even going so far as to take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd; of course, it was immediately pounced upon and fought over by what must have been his female fanclub. It wasn't until they were winding down that the singer made the announcement that he wanted someone to come up on stage and sing with him. Dozens of arms shot up into the air, Dys' amongst them; a writhing throg of vollunteers. Dyslexia had a good voice but she was just one kid in a sea of adolescents with a slim to none chance of being picked, that much she know, but it was a complete and total shock to the colorful femme when the singer grabbed her hand and hauled her up on stage. A mike was put in her hands and the musicians began the opening of the chorus. Dyslexia swallowed hard, shutting her eyes against the crowd and focusing on the lyrics she knew by heart. <span style='color:teal'>"There's a demon in my head and there's a demon in my heart And they've been driving me nuts from the very start. They're ripping at my skin and gnawing on my bones And FUCK, I wish they'd find a better home.</span> She trailed off, glancing to the lead singer who nodded his approval as the next segment came up. For this, she chose to take a quieter tone, let his deep voice complement his own. <span style='color:teal'>"I'm fucked You're fucked We're all fuckin' fucked I'm fucked You're fucked So lets all fuck!"</span> The last words were practically screamed,; Dys throwing back her head as she howled the last sentance, caught up in the moment.
Rom watched the band on stage with their newly selected singer. This was a common occurrence in these places, band grabs a hand from the crowd and they get to sing along with the band for a bit. Most of the time they were some drunken women who couldnÂ’t remember her own address let alone song lyrics, but this girl was different. She looked to be enjoying herself along with the rest of the crowd. Rom finished her drink; she started to feel a bit tipsy but shrugged it off. Going out for a walk in the fresh air will clear her head. Rom turned and smiled at the bar tender, grabbed her coat and tossed it on. She tugged at her skirt again before heading out the door. Finally after weaving though numerous dancing bodies but finally made it out side. It might have been spring but the nights were still brisk, and Rom tugged her coat up a bit more to cover exposed skin. Her pace wasnÂ’t all that fast as she started for a slow walk to re awaken her senses but soon found her self in part of town she didnÂ’t recognize. She stopped and spun in a circle, and sighed. <span style='color:maroon'>Ok I am pretty sure I came from this direction</span> Rom started walking before she realized she was even more lost then she was before. She stopped for a moment and rested against the side of an old warehouse. She didnÂ’t even notice she was breathing heavily until she started feeling even more light headed. She slunk down the wall in a crouching position that wasnÂ’t very lady like but she didnÂ’t care at the moment she needed a sit.
