<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Character: Sojnyel "Turmoil" Dletsaj Timestamp: Tessera, 16, 81379, 8 PM Location: The Gravedigger Reason: I was randomly inspired to RP when I took notice of the new clubs... Also, I get the chance to break "The Gravedigger" in. :P</td></tr></table> Turmoil blended with the crowd, simply by standing out. If any of the people in this place where to walk the streets in broad daylight, they would instantly catch attention. Turmoil stood out in a regular crowd, by being a lot like those present now, and stood out here, by being a lot like those "on the outside." He stood out in a collection of sore thumbs, and thus, he was practically invisible. He chuckled at the thought, taking another sip from his poison viper. Something had inspired him to come here, and now the drinks where inspiring him to stay. Usually, he didn't drink. Usually, he didn't leave the Janardan area at all. But then again, "usually" ceased to be a factor a month or two ago. He had gotten a few odd stares from the bouncers and guests, arriving in plain black clothing as he was. A few psychotic stares and a wicked smile had cleared that up. Now, he drained the last of his drink, and leaned his head back against the chair, singing along with the song booming out of the speakers. "Another dream that will never come true, just to compliment your sorrow. Another life that I've taken from you, another gift to add on to your pain and suffering. Another truth that you'll never believe, has crippled you completely. All the cries you're beginning to hear, trapped in your mind and the sound if deafening." He chanted, even though it was drowned out by the original sounds. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Lyrics belong to Disturbed. The song, in case you're interested, is called Prayer.</td></tr></table>
<justify><blockquote><font face=tahoma>out of character This looked lonely. Hope you don't mind me popping in and that this is all welcome? :] Character: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=376Iriks "Eject" Altarvine</a> in character Iriks had come here with a date. A fine young gentleman who owned a ship she had wanted to purchase. Not to replace her fine Veamp - which, though mutilated terribly in the past, was now slowly being repared - but to compliment it. The Veamp was still being pieced together, after all, and a pilot with itchy fingers such as hers couldn't stand to not fly until it was completed. So it was that she had pursued a smaller, fleeter craft to race around in. It would fit neatly in the cargo space of the larger Veamp, so once it was repaired, she could bring both with her. Heck, Eject had even gone so far as to borrow money from her favorite brother, Mon', to afford the thing. Usually she avoided her family, but this was an exceptional prize. A fleet ship for a simple price. Very straight forward, no haggling. Except that the male had throatily insisted that, along with the money, she accompany him to the newly opened Gravedigger. A more morbid place than she usually went, but... Of course she couldn't resist. Not because she was terribly attracted to the guy, but because he was cutting her such a good deal. Unfortunatly, gentlemanly though his manner had been when he was selling her his ship, he didn't hold his drinks very well. After a few quick shots, he was already drunk. Eject had quickly convinced him to hand over the keys and rights to his ship - thankfully he had signed the document prior, as his drunk signature would have been too sloppy to be accepted - then gave him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving. In his state, the male had barely registered her leaving, waving happily at her back before turning his eyes to some imaginary friend beside him who he felt the need to talk with. With a sigh, she plopped down onto a stool, grinning madly at the paper in her hands, jingling the keys to reassure herself they were there. The Veamp and the... well, it didn't have a name right now. The guy who had owned it before just called it "The Ship" and didn't bother with a proper name. That would soon change. She looked over at a guy who was nearby and bobbed her head at him, companionably, before picking up the lyrics he was saying. It had taken her a second to catch them, with the pulsating beat, but once she did she smiled quietly. Interesting. <font color=darkred>"Interesting lyrics. Yours or someone else's?"</font> She said to him, always the sociable pendragon, though she assumed most here... well, er, weren't.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>If you're lonley can I join? Who: Davros Silversword</td></tr></table> Davros was sitting quietly, and looked around, not a very social group, but then again he wondered if any could tell he was a weredragon, because they avoided him, he brushed that off and noticed Turmoil and Irikis, they seemed like the only non-drunks here, he lisend to what they were saying, planning on introducing himself later.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Just thought I'd let you know that I can hardly read what you're writing with that font/size/thing, Fused... And of course both of you can join. :P</td></tr></table> At first, Turmoil thought the track was messed up or something of the like, because he didn't recognise the lyrics. It took his brain a few seconds to comprehend the fact that the words being uttered weren't part of the song at all. He returned his head to a somewhat more natural position to look at whomever was, in fact, the source of the communication. "No, they're not mine. I'm not exactly a performer by nature." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>It's shortish. I've been experiencing problems with that, lately. ><</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Blarg. I'm a terrible person to roleplay with. Sorry about the delay, guys. :|</td></tr></table> <blockquote>Eject didn't notice the pendragon watching them. Which probably meant he wasn't currently a threat, as she had rather finely tuned survival instincts. One had to have them when they were a pilot. Reactions had to be second nature, as a mere second's pause could result in death. Without thinking, the Altarvine 'dragon flicked her wrist, the charm bracelet hanging off of it jingling and twinkling in the faint lights. A smile curled her lips at the arden's words and she nodded, agreeing, though she didn't know him well enough to really say. <font color=brown>"Ahh. Me either. More of an action 'dragon, myself. Can't say lyrics have ever stuck in my head unless they were particularly good ones, though. You have a better memory than me."</font> Only partially true.
He sighed, stood up and walked over, he didn't want to scare them. "<span style='color:orange'>Hello</span>" he said when he got to the two 'dragons. They seemed to be the only social 'dragons here, so he hoped for a good conversation. "<span style='color:orange'>I couldn't help but hear your conversation, and I was wondering if I could join?</span>" He waited for a response.
Turmoil moved his hand to cover his eyes in a peculiar fashion, chuckling lightly as he did so. He looked disbelieving, yet amused. He came here expecting to find himself alone in a corner, listening to music and drinking. And what happened? Two complete strangers just walked up and started talking to him. Amusing, indeed. "I apologize. It's just that this happens to be the last place where I'd expect to find someone who would just walk up and ask a question like that..."
<blockquote>Eject smiled in a friendly fashion at the newly approached male, but her eyes darkened and her smile froze as the other male, the lyrical one, started chuckling. A rather serious frown darkened her features and she quirked a brow, looking over at the stranger with a somewhat irritated look in her eyes. She didn't like it when other 'dragons burst out into random laughter, especially not when she figured it was at her expense. His explanation didn't make her feel much better, but she smiled slightly and shrugged a shoulder. <font color=darkred>"Shouldn't stereotype like that, mate, you're bound to be proven wrong."</font> Iriks replied, settling slightly and looking back over at the male that hadn't laughed. <font color=darkred>"I'm Eject."</font> Introductions were always good.
He stared for a minute, a somewhat rude aproch by one, and a polite by the other, how could they be chatting, he sighed and then said "<span style='color:orange'>And my name is Davros</span>". He looked around the area and said "<span style='color:orange'>I came here to relax, boy was I wrong, this place is noisy, but I guess thats the point.</span>" He bit his toung, "<span style='color:orange'> Oh great Davros</span>" he thought <span style='color:orange'>You are starting to prattle</span>" He simply hatted it when her started to prattle because the people got bored, or annoyyed.
Turmoil didn't seem particularly bothered by her reaction, keeping a smile as he still tried to explain himself. "I'm not stereotyping. At least I don't think so. It just happens that the people who are attracted to places like this aren't looking for conversation. It's deduction. That said, stereotypes, while not always appicable, ar terribly entertaining." He tapped his fingers against his empty glass, then decided to add further onto his comment, with something related to the new topic of conversation. "However cliché it might be, I'm Turmoil."
<blockquote>Iriks quirked a brow, shrugged her shoulder. <font color=darkred>"No harm, no foul, mate."</font> Was her simple response. She had already moved on past his rude behavior of before and was back into a casual, social swing. The pilot didn't particularly hold it against her peer that he had chuckled, it just seemed a bit presumptious. <font color=darkred>"Not as loud as some places I've been. There are some clubs out there where you can't even hear yourself think, much less have a conversation."</font> She continued, white teeth flashing in the light as she smiled an easy smile.
He sighed, Turmoil had a point, but what was it, his brain had been dislocated in this noise, she he simply nodded. He also knew Ejkect had a point, same gos for her point. He coughed a littled as he thought he inhailed a bug, he hated bugs. After that he said "<span style='color:orange'>Would bugs be able to get in here?</span>" he didn't know Turmoil and Eject heard, but he ment it for himself.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for being dead. I kinda do that at times. Also, I've been moving, so I haven't had an internet connection. The one I use now is actuallyu semi-temporary.</td></tr></table> "Noise can be good. Noise can be good. It depends on your mood and personality, really." He stated, tapping his clawed fingers against the glass he was holding, making a distinct "clink-clink" noise. Even if it was somewhat drowned out by the music, the high pitch of the sound carried it above the more melodical sound. "And, did you say something?" He continued, turning towards Davros.
<blockquote>Eject had experience hearing over loud noises, having been in a plane the majority of her teen life. So it was that she heard what Davros said. An eyebrow shot upward as she looked at the ceiling, then down at the table. She shrugged. Bugs had a tendancy of getting everywhere, they could sneak through crevices into places that seemed inpenetrable. Turmoil's words made her shrug again. The repitition of something he had said a mere second before made her wonder if he was a bit out of his head, but she didn't comment. Except to actually state what she thought about the question Davros had posed earlier. <font color=darkred>"They might be able to. Never seen a place that bugs couldn't find a way into."</font> She replied. It was boring just sitting there, so she stood up, leaning her slim frame against the side of the bar, tail swishing behind her. Her tendancy to not like sitting for long periods of time was what had gotten her into trouble at Janardan and, ultimately, led to her leaving school for piloting. Something her sister would never let her forget.
