OoC - 42° Tessera 81379, no posting order. BiC - She called herself Riot now. She'd gotten tired of her old moniker, its meaning, and its disuse. Now, she had a first name that was memorable, and which others might actually use. It also had a few functions, too. It would rid her of some of the stigma that still clung even months after the episode with Koani Grader, scrub away the infamy she was often granted due to being "Miss Stormwing," though she refused to fully shed her surname. Also, with the rise of hers and Shriker's gang and newfound company, Shadowlack, Inc., her new name was fitting and appropriate. It marked yet another change in the young thill's life, this one most definitely for the better. Said changes were well under way. She and Kakos had dusted off the age old Shadowlack name, and brought it back into contemporary society. It was no longer an underground cult of some sort, nor was it a space racing team. Now, it was a group, as well as a company. Yes, Riot and her partner had pooled some of their court case funds, and had taken the name for a newfound corporation. With their profits and their notoriety, they had then begun to open some of the hottest night clubs ever seen on Ramath-lehi. So far, they'd built three on Swaraj, but Riot knew that her partner in crime and business would soon want to move their label overseas, and begin construction in Bhim. Even now, on this weekend night, Riot could be found in one of their new hotspots — The Panic Room. It was her second favorite, after The Rage, which was an exclusive VIP lounge. It played host to many pendragons her age, and the thill liked the relatively carefree atmosphere. It was properly edgy, but not as wild as its cousin. The music played was tasteful, but funky; it was much more appealing to most teenagers, moreso than The Rage and The Gravedigger, anyway. The brown thill was in the owner's lounge, which was stationed above the dance floor. Unlike the same room at The Rage, the owner's lounge was not reserved for the best of the best, the hottest of the hottest, and the most famous of all. It wasn't filled by smoking, dancing, and the fume of alcohol. In fact, it was pretty quiet in here, and Riot was alone except for some deejays who were off their shifts. They were sifting through a whole stack of records, and weren't paying much attention to the Stormwing female. She didn't mind. She just sat on the plush sofa, and craned her neck a bit so that she could peer through the tinted windows, down to the crowded dance floor. As she watched the goings-on below with her mismatched eyes, Ri spotted a rather attractive male amongst the dancers. He reminded her of Radin, almost, with his dark green fur and his softly spiked black mane. He dressed a bit more masculine than her arden friend, though. He was wearing a white beater, a pair of loose jeans, and a chunky belt that was almost the twin of Riot's. He was fairly fit, with nice biceps, and Riot couldn't help but leap from her seat, open the door to the owner's booth, and descend towards the dance floor. The strobe lights flashed in her eyes as she padded down the carpeted stairs. Dansam in ritmul noptii, Si ne distram cu adevarat, Sa veniti ci totii, La fiesta de la noche, De la noche, Dansam sub cerul instelat, Noi si noi emotii, La fiesta de la noche, Orice, vreau orice noapte sa fie, La Fiesta de la no... de la noche, Si vreau acum, acum O-Zone, La fiesta de la no... de la noche, No... de la noche, No, no, no, no, no, noche, Fiesta de la no... de la noche, No... de la noche, No, no, no, no, no, noche, Fiesta de la noche... Noche... De la noche... Noche... Noche... De la noche... HEY. The foreign lyrics blasted at Riot from various speakers as she made her way towards the center of the dance floor. She was one of the club owners, and she was notorious due to her involvements with politics, but nobody gave her special deference, and she was glad. She was just here to dance, thank-you very much! Before long, she found who she was looking for. The forest green male was quite into the groove, and she paused in front of him, content to just watch for a moment. He noticed her, of course, as she was quite close to him, but he didn't stop. He didn't wink or make any lude gestures, either, which boosted Riot's confidence in him. In fact, it didn't take long for the music to throb through her, and for her to scoot even closer so that they could dance in tandem. She was wearing nothing but a halter top which showed a sliver of her brown belly, and whose straps formed nothing more than a simple ex across her slender back. Her shoulderblades and musculature was bare for all to see, until her low-rise jeans covered the slope of her rear. Her belt matched that of her unofficial dance partner, and speaking of, as Riot moved a bit closer to him, grinding slightly against him, she held onto his belt buckle with one white hand to keep in rhythm with his movements.
Del spun in the barstool, stifling a yawn. some night it had been. He was wearing a pair of stylish, slightly baggy black jeans and a black Tee shirt with a silver sripe from the right shoulder to the left hip, where a book with the same pattern rested on a sterling chain. He scanned the dancefloor slowly, particularly noticing a brightly colored female dancing in smooth motions. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at how odd she looked. he watched with little intrest as she wriggled past a green arden and his brown-ish dancing partner. For a short moment he stared, but quickly redirected his eyes, as he thought he saw the green male glance at him. he sighed, and tapped the bar with a silver-tipped claw. <span style='color:red'>"Something bitter."</span> he said without even looking up at the cute bartender. He put a silver coin on the counter in payment, and then spun to the dancefloor againm slouching slightly, his back against the edge of the bar. His gaze slid once again back to the female and the green male. She interested him somehow. he could have sworn he had seen her before, somewhere. he ran one hand through his shoulder-length silver hair again and glanced around, sighing out of boredom for the hundredth time since he arrived. something was just missing. he didn't feel like his normal, social self. he felt like, for all the cool people, the good music, and... everything else, it was still missing something. He resigned to just watch the pair he spied earlier dance. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>sorry, its kind of... crappy (am i allowed to say that? O.o ) but, its the best i can pull off. I lack energy.</td></tr></table>
It appeared that Riot had found herself a perfect dancing partner. For a good few minutes, they continued to sway together, hips moving from side to side, a bit of gentle pelvic thrusting added into the mix. Then, without warning, the nameless arden spun her around, holding one palm flat against her stomach as he then molded her backside against him. Delighted, Ri found her arms rising above her head, backwards, to gently stroke against the male's face, before they simply rose into the air, her white fingertips wriggling to the beat as the two of them grooved as one. A few more minutes passed, and the song came to its final, thrumming notes. Wanting to see her dance partner's face again, Riot gingerly pried his fingers away from her belly, and spun around. This time, his hand shot to grab her belt buckle, and he tugged her against him. To make room for the both of them in such close quarters, she was forced to spread her legs apart a bit, so that his knee could tuck between hers. Before long, the pair was grinding rather intensely, and a mischievous smile was etched on Riot's face, as well as that of her comrade. Sadly, the end of the song came, and the strange male backed away from the brown thill. Courteously, he gave her a little bow, and a kiss on the cheek, before he melted backwards into the crowd. Riot was disappointed to see him go, but she knew that she'd always treasure the few incredible moments they'd had together, dancing as if they were the only two on the dance floor. Pushing thoughts of the hunter green pendragon to the back of her mind, the club owner turned on her heel, and made her way through the masses of hot, sweaty bodies. She eventually broke free from all the individuals clustered on the dance floor, and found a respite at the juice bar. She planted her rear end on one of the stools, all of which were upholstered in rainbow colors. Hers in particular was blue, but it wasn't the seating that interested her. She just wanted to get an ice cold drink, because her hot-as-heck dancing had left her parched. "Could I get a lemonade?" Ri spoke up when a bartender eventually came to her service. It was obvious that the thill recognized her, and she nodded vigorously and rushed off to grab the beverage. "Thanks," she called after the swift tender. Patiently awaiting her refreshment, Riot peered up and down the bar. When she and Kakos had planned to install a juice bar at The Panic Room, they had no idea how successful the idea would be. It seemed to be a hit, though. Perhaps, like Riot herself, there were many students who were not very interested in alcohol? In any case, there was a bum in just about every seat along the counter, and the Shadowlackian was pleased. So pleased, in fact, that she turned to the arden next to her, and prodded him. He was wearing dark clothes, and had rather long hair. "Hey. So, what brings you here tonight?"
He smiled brightly, seeming almost out of place against his dark fur and clothing. <span style='color:red'>"just... getting away from the dorm."</span> he said slowly. He had already given up trying to get out of study... he always had his little leather book with him. He snapped back to reality suddenly and offered a short nod to the female. <span style='color:red'>"M'names Del. you?"</span> he said, carefully speaking so as to be nothing but polite. he grabbed the drink he had gotten a bit ago and sipped it curiously. He had said bitter, but just how bitter the stuff was surprised him. He thought to himself how awkward the momentary silence between him and the female was, so he unhooked the book from his belt and began flipping pages, his focus obviously still on the female next to him. he didn't even notice he was pretending to scan a blank page.
A new song filled the air, pulsing throughout the club, but Riot wasn't paying attention to the background noise. Her focus was upon this stranger. She wanted to know the demographical variation of her patrons — in other words, she wanted to know who this arden was, what he was doing, and whether he thought the juice bar was a good addition the club. "Good enough," she said to his remark about getting away, giving the dark male a knowing smile. Even as she voiced the two words, the bartender returned, and slid an ice cold glass of lemonade to Riot. The ice cubes chinked against the opaque glass, a sound almost lost in the beating music. Without wasting a moment, the female lifted the drink to her lips and took a long gulp, glad for the refreshing liquid which poured down her throat and slaked her thirst. The beverage was halfway gone when she placed the cup back on the countertop, and she nodded appreciatively at the bartender, who was still hovering nearby. "Thanks, it tastes great," Riot said. She didn't have to pay, seeing as she owned the place, so without further adieu, she refocused her attention upon her new acquaintance; Del, he called himself. "It's nice to meet you, Del. My name's Riot Stormwing. I'm one of two owners of this club and a couple of others around here, which are collectively owned by Shadowlack, Inc. My..." Here, she faltered, an amused grin flashing across her muzzle. Referring to Shriker as a 'partner' was just too ironic. "...partner and I weren't sure if the juice bar was a good idea, but it looks pretty popular, yeah?" Riot motioned towards the jam-packed bar, before returning to her drink. Once more, she lifted the chilled glass to her lips, and this time, she drained it.
Character:http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=765Taverius Voitsverg</a> The older Lukou entered the Panic Room via the front doors, his crimson eyes scanning the occupants faces--though most were in their teen years, he could easily point out a few that, like himself, were a few years older than most. Nostrils flared as they took in the musky odor of the room. <span style='color:green'>"It's odd,"</span> he told himself as he made his way toward the bar, <span style='color:green'>"how teenagers, although seemingly cleaner then us adults, smell twice as bad."</span> A light chuckle would escape his parted lips as he sat down on a stool, his elbows idle upon the table's top. A tender walked over to him, polishing a glass in his left hand, putting too much effort into looking like an actual bartender. <span style='color:green'>"Give me something that'll hype me up, 'tender."</span> Sarcasm was hinted in his order, whether the young tender caught it or not was not known. With a light flick of his tail he was now facing the dance floor, the music blaring into his highly sensitive ears. Teens and adults alike pressed against one-another, although not as if they were Dirty Dancing, their seemed to be some boundaries to what they could do. <span style='color:green'>"Ah, the simplicity of this club, I love it."</span> Glass tapped against the wooden bar, signaling Taver that his drink was now ready to be consumed. <span style='color:green'>"Thank ya, 'tender."</span> He stood from the stool and patted the bartenders left cheek lightly, soon after placing his payment on the table. Sipping at his drink as he stood and gazed at the dancing figures, he shrugged and walked toward the masses. The neon blue liquid that rested in his glass quickly disappeared, along with the glass, which was slipped ever-so-slyly into the inner workings of his cloak. Soon after the bagging of the cup, the cloak would come off, being placed on a table only a few feet away from the door; he would hope that the punk clique of teenagers would stay away from his belongings. Now making his way once more into the large crowd, he would smile to himself--everyone here would appear to be in their best physical condition. His simple leather wear conformed tightly to his muscular frame as he began to sway from side-to-side, the palms of his hands heading toward the floor and then shooting up to the ceiling, fingers extended toward the lights. The Lukou was enjoying himself, he hadn't gotten out much lately, so this was a change of pace...
He grinned slightly when she introdced herself, his tailflame turning a curious steel color. <span style='color:red'>You own all of this?</span> he said, looking around. <span style='color:red'>Well...</span> he said, obviously impressed, <span style='color:red'>I would think you would want feedback... yes, the juice bar is... a creative idea.</span> he said, smiling slightly. He took another tiny sip of the bitter... whatever it was he had been given, then ran a hand through his silvery hair with a tiny grin on his muzzle. He shifted in his purple stool and swiveled an ear, listening to the music while his eyes went over Riot's clothing quickly. He made a mental note how kind she was to a complete stranger. He considered asking her to dance, but he decided to put it off for a bit. Timing is everything in these sorts of things, after all. He turned in the stool and scanned the crowded dance floor, his silvery eyes picking up many minute details. He noticed an older 'dragon... curious. He watched for a moment, before turning back to his new friend. <span style='color:red'>If you ever need a hand around here, I would be more than happy to help out.</span> he stated, turning once again to the "stuff." (that being the only word he could think to describe the bitter juice he had gotten.) He gulped the rest of it and slid the glass away slightly, licking his lips. his tailflame changed to a pale grey color of calm happiness, and he studied Riot's face for a moment. before looking to the dance floor again, wishing he could dance as well as some of the 'dragons there.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ah... c'est magnifique. Or how ever you spell it. o.O This post shall prolly suck.</td></tr></table> Remaining unnoticed had proven difficult for the draconic arden, for in the dimmed lights of the club his markings were as bright as neon lights. He’d remedied this by throwing on one of his rare long-sleeved, opaque shirts. His ‘hawk was down for the occasion, and it hung in soft spikes over the right hand side of his face. However, the lure of intertwining bodies gyrating to the heavy beat proved too much for him to resist, and he stripped off the heavy black shirt, keeping his normal mesh mid-riff tank, and maneuvered his way down to the dance floor. Illuminated both by his own body and the ever-changing lights above, Zengeis was an interesting sight, to say the least. His eyes half-lidded, arms raised with his hands hanging loose behind his head, he let himself first sway to the beat, slowly shifting into his trademark serpentine undulations. His pants hung from his narrow waist, only his wide ‘bullet belt’ and tail strap keeping them up. Even so, they were perilously low, but he didn’t seem to mind. As he danced, changing his pace to match each new son, he drifted through a series of partners – a couple of thills, even an adventurous arden- but none seemed to be able to pick up on his fluid twists and slow, methodical movements. Mentally, he sighed. It seemed that all anyone wanted to do was grind with the opposite –or even same- sex. He cast a curious glance about the room, his gaze lingering on a few of the more attractive patrons. There was the viridian arden who’s dance partner had gone off to the juice bar, the tawny thill who had been his partner, and another scaled arden like himself, lacking the coloration but still standing out with his rich indigo scales and vibrant red mane. Unfortunately, he seemed to be occupied with his current dance partner, a kosa whose gender he couldn’t quite determine. As his markings flared and dimmed in time with his movements, he began to increase his speed, the music having switched to a fast paced track that seemed to have been recorded in Ramathian. His ears twitched and drooped slightly, for the song quickly degraded into a highly irregular pitch and beat, one that he couldn’t quite synch into. Retreating from the moving throng, he paced over to the juice bar and lightly rapped his claws against the glossy surface. <span style='color:green'>"Something sweet and sour, please."</span> As he spoke to the bartender, his eyes flicked to the side, Zen having picked up on a few snippets of conversation nearby. Although it wasn’t polite to eavesdrop, when the ‘keep brought him his drink he stuck around, leaning on the bar –careful not to scuff it with his elbow quills- and sipped methodically at his cup.
It took only a few seconds for a bartender to retrieve Riot's glass, as well as Del's. This one, an arden, then conjured up a clean white towel, and wiped the countertop free of water rings. Once he was satisfied, he then winked at the club's owner, and moved away towards the kitchen, the cups grasped in one paw and the damp cloth in another. "It looks like my employees like their jobs. Then again, they could just be trying to impress me," Riot remarked to Del. She'd been watching the retreating barkeep, but now she turned back to her newfound acquaintance. "Yes, I own this, as well as The Rage and The Gravedigger, both of which are in Watani. My best friend, Kakos, is my business partner, and the clubs are all opened under our company label, Shadowlack, Inc. Ah, and I'm glad you and so many others seem to like the juice bar. We wanted to appeal to the relatively young crowd here." Spinning on the blue stool, Riot turned so that her back was to the bar. She crooked her elbows behind her, and leaned backwards, as she calmly surveyed the throngs of dancers on the floor. They all certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves, and though the club was for relatively younger and tamer crowds, there was a lot of diversity going on. The hybrid thill saw pendragons as young as fourteen and fifteen, clustered in groups, dancing, their arms linked. Not too far from them, there was a few adults, obviously much more confident in their individual dancing skills as they grooved to the beat. And all around, there was more uniqueness: fat, thin, attractive, ugly, straight, gay, bisexual, and plain old weird. "I like the demographics here," Riot noted to Del, and she turned her head sideways to glance at him. "So many different pendragons. Hm... and as for your earlier question... I don't personally hire. I can grab you an application, but we have a hiring manager for most jobs. And if you're interested in bouncing and security, you'll need to see one Reveri Silvent." Ri turned her gaze back towards the floor, and as she did so, her mismated eyes noticed an older arden moving away from the juice bar, a glass of bright blue liquid tucked into his hand. Though she didn't know him, had never met him, and probably never would, Riot couldn't help but feel that he had a smug air about him as he melted into the dancing crowd. She would've had the opportunity to speak with him if she'd seen him slip the cup into his coat — as she would have personally confronted and apprehended him — but she didn't take notice of his misdemeanor. In fact, her eyes were already sliding back to the bar, towards Del once more. "Do you want to dance?" Even as she spoke, Riot took notice of a male beyond Del, leaning against the bar. He was scaled, with what appeared to be a downed mohawk. His neon appearance intrigued the thill, but she focused her gaze on Del. "I mean, we're in a night club after all."
Temyc entered silently, dead silently. He was here only to check the area out..he heard better things about the rgavedigger...but his truck was in the shop and he didnt feel like walking. He looked around tapping his foot to the hard ass techno that was going on...well maybe the dance he came up with could go here, hanging his heavy leather trench in the coat check he moved to the dance floor...lightly pushing some people aside and he began to dance.....smoothly, his eyes closed, yet he didnt touch a single person, his martial art senses guiding him. Slowly he began to get faster and he slowly began to incorporate interesting mvoes from his martial arts classes into the dances, still yet he touched no one, his eyes still closed. His tounge sniffed the air around him, smelling how close the people were. He said nothing, made no sound as he moved, falling top the floor onto his back and began to spin at the base of his neck before pushing himself back up in a kip after swingly his legs foreward to get momemtum. He stood back up then did a fluid backflip which he twisted his body for before landing, after doing that he finally opened his eyes.
He smirked slightly. <span style='color:red'>I meant just a free pair of hands if your janitor is ever sick...</span> he said, his gaze turning to the crowded dance floor for a moment. He nodded at her statement about- what was that word? Demographics. he wondered what that meant for a moment, but put it to the back of his mind and returned his silver eyes to Ri. a girl asking him to dance was a new thing. He felt a bit awkward at it, but nodded and smiled. still, his eyes showed how he was feeling, and he hesitated a moment, waiting to see if she would lead him onto the dance floor. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>yes, its short and cruddy, but its late and I'm dumb. XD</td></tr></table>
"Okay, c'mon." Encouraged by his smile and nod, Riot reached out one white hand and wrapped her slender fingers around Del's wrist. She then stood, and tugged him, too, into an upright position. Without hesitation, the caramel thill then led him towards the pulsing crowd of dancers, dragging him right into the heat of things. Just seconds ago, they had been in the relatively uncrowded bar area, where personal space was minimal but nevertheless present. Here, though, they were packed against other bodies, all hot, some sweaty, and Riot barely had space to move about as she tried to position herself and her makeshift partner. "This place is a little too popular," Riot remarked drily, but she was eventually able to jostle a nice little square foot of space for her and Del to find the groove. She was still being jabbed and bustled about a little, but at least there was room to get her shake on now. "Right, so... would you prefer just to fast dance, or grind, or what?" Even as she asked this, an odd movement nearby caught Ri's attention. She turned her head sideways, and noticed an arden doing some break-dancing with his eyes closed. At first, she thought his moves were kind of cool, and she bobbed her head appreciatively. But then the fellow exceeded himself with a back flip, and Riot was immediately disenchanted. "Show-off," she mumbled, before turning back to Del. "Well?" she asked, her tone a bit impatient, but her mismatched eyes dancing with a friendly, excited light.
He frowned slightly. <span style='color:red'>"I... don't really know what any of that means."</span> he said truthfully, knowing that he would seem dumb for being so out-of-style, but he wasn't going to lie. He felt stupid, moreso that he was invited to dance and scarcely knew how. He glanced around a little, and look back at Ri. He was sure she thought he was some kind of idiot, now. He snapped back, and thought for a second that he was not trying to impress anybody, just to have a good time. still, he could not help but feel awkward that he was unable to identify with common style. but, he was always one-against-the-grain, so to speak, and never fit in quite right, anyways. He snapped to reality and waited for Ri to do something that might help him understand. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>...later... dumber... oO;</td></tr></table>
For a teenage night club, it seemed to be pretty crowded. Bodies would commonly run into Tave's body, nearly sending him off beat. His bare feet would travel across the floor smoothly, elongated toenails scrapping against the floor lightly. The little black puffs of hair on his ears would bounce as he grooved with the music, muscle rippling beneath a thin layer of white fur. Those scarlet eyes he called eyes would peer around the dance floor once more, looking for a persona that would keep him interested for a while. People seemed to stop for a moment as they watched the teen (Temyc) who was performing martial art techniques to make some sort of odd dance. <span style='color:green'>"Huh,"</span> shoving his way through the crowd, he got close enough to the martial artist to be within shouting distance. <span style='color:green'>"Y'know, Kid, you oughta slow yourself down a bit. Too much flash will make everyone think you're trying to own this place, are you? Because I'm sure there are a few of us older peoples who would enjoy showing a kid like yourself a few things or two."</span> As usual, the broad, obnoxious Lukuo had found another person to swing verbal attacks at; not caring at all that this Kid may be ten, or more, years younger then himself. A snug smile was worn on his face as he waited for the Kid's reply, his arms crossing arrogantly across his chest...
Temyc stopped dancing and looked at the male who was 12 years older than him and he could sniff the age. He overlooked the male with slightly narrowed eyes. Normally he wouldnt care..but this smugness of this male was.....disgusting. "What are you...30 years? Bloody hell...thats basicaally 6 extra years you should be here...momma hold you back a few times now did she?" He smirked and laughed "Jsut because i dance this way means nothing to you old man..i dont often get to dance at all... let alone have a good dance"
Riot found herself smiling at Del's bashfulness, and she let go of his wrist. She moved her hands, both of them, upwards so that she was gripping his sides, and then she pulled him closer to herself. If he didn't know how to dance, or how to grind, the best thing she could do was show him how things were done. "Fast dancing is, well, just... dancing. Moving, shaking, swinging hips. Usually in tandem with a friend or two, a few feet away. Easy enough, right? I think you can do that without my having to show you. Grinding, however..." Here, Riot nudged at Del's legs with her own, so that his feet spread apart. She then moved forward so that she was straddling one of his legs, and he hers. "Is fast dancing, only... pretty much on top of each other. It can get very intense, and it's very much an intimate dance style, so just tell me if you're uncomfortable." Not usually so open to close quarters with others, Riot was nevertheless enjoying showing Del how to position himself in order to dance. The thill offered him an encouraging smile, then, still interlocked as they were, she began to move. She flicked her hips side to side, her inner legs indeed grinding against Del's, while their torsos touched in light contact. Riot still had her hands on his sides, but she now moved them up along the arden's rib cage, before loosely slinging them around his neck. They were very close together, but she wouldn't put too much pressure on him by putting their heads too close. Besides, she hated having anything or anyone too near her face — and having it touched was a major peeve of hers. This was a safe enough distance. Even as the two picked up the pace, Riot looked over her shoulder, just to take a gander at the throngs surrounding them. Her two-toned eyes found the same adult she'd spotted before, and she still sensed a coquetteish attitude about him. She didn't want to concern herself with him, though, so she went to turn her head away... only to snap it back when she heard the arden yelling at the break-dancer. So, the vibes she'd been getting were right on the money. The guy was priggish, and intolerant of another's flashy dance moves. Riot had found the break-dancing and back-flipping to be quite hoity-toity herself, but she hadn't had the audacity to confront the male about it. Oh, well. She wouldn't get into it unless things got really messy. The adult and the break-dancer could bitch at each other all they wanted, but the second they went beyond that, she would personally see both their asses kicked out of The Panic Room. "Dramatic pricks," Riot whispered, finally turning back towards Del. She studied his face momentarily, to see if he was discomfited, and her white-tipped ears flicked. "I mean, the break-dancer was overdoing it, yeah, but who's that guy to stomp around as if he's all that? Hm, he seems a bit old to be calling on others."
Sharpened canines were revealed further as he smiled, his lips being pulled black. <span style='color:green'>"Seems like you have a quick mouth, Kid,"</span> white dreadlocks shifted from the right-to-the-left as he walked toward the Kid a bit more, his hands placed flaccidly on either hip. <span style='color:green'>"Good thing, too, I wouldn't want to be bored now."</span> Heated air passed through his lips as adrenalin rushed through his body--it's what happened to Tave when competition pops up, no matter the age. <span style='color:green'>"And, Kid, do you really think my age matters? Just means I've had a bit more time to work my funk,"</span> he laughed at the words he used for a moment, shaking his head as he spoke again, <span style='color:green'>"let's see what ya can do."</span> Muscles tensed throughout his whole body as his hands fell heavily to his sides, fingers curled inward to his palms. <span style='color:green'>"You said you like to dance, so let's see how you do against an old man like myself."</span> Tave pulled up a chair and took a seat in the middle of the dance floor, his elbow leaning against a table and his left cheek resting in its palm. He'd have to see what the Kid had in him, because he knew anythin' could happen... Out of Character May need to fuel my brain here in two or more posts. >.>;
Temyc grinned and then suddenly he closed his eyes again "What i got is more than i can tell...." he leaned back his tail stiffing slightly and he rolled on his backwards till the tail had no more space to roll on and he flopepd to his belly but with style. He breathed for a second, sensing who was around and then pushed himself up with his hands, powerfully, up a few feet in the air, spinning horzontially while doing so and then landing on a foot then teatering backwards with grace once more. Once on his back he began to spin using the momentum ofhis legs to keep him going and only doing minor pushes with his hand. Thats when it began to get wild. The people spread out for him once more and he pushed up with a hand as he span so once more he was on the base of his neck and his head, spinning right there. then finally pushing hard with one hand and standing on it. He breathed and then pushed off it, spinning int he air and landing on his feet once more. "Thats just for warmers, old man....."
Cilea bobbed and swayed with the small dancing group she had found herself hanging around with since hoping into The Panic Room. She had been paying attention to the club ever since it popped up conveniently close to Janardan, waiting for a night where she could go and have fun and not have to travel to far from her dorm. Even though she had to wait a while after the club had open she found it defiantly worth it. When she first came in she found the lack of the smell of alcohol rather refreshing and the range of music made the dance floor that much more interesting, with ‘dragons who could perform dance moves for the different style of music that came with it. And just the whole overall feel of the place of more comfortable then some of the clubs she had snuck into, being only seventeen herself. Sporting a green long, lose, light skirt and a pale blue tank top, lime green hair done up in pins to not get in her way, Cilea moved with the rhythm of the music between the ‘dragons she was currently dancing with. Her arms where in the air at times and other times they were interlinked with any random pendragon who was in reach a willing to dance. From her recent times spent at the Notek Festival she was pretty confident in some of her newly learnt dance steps. As a newcomer came into the club Cilea and other moved out of the way of the brake dancing martial artist, giving him room. It seemed like a small crowd had slowed there place to see what kind of talent he had. After he was finished his trick Cilea cheered with the other and took the chance to slip away from the dance floor towards the juice bar. When she turned around, for a split second she thought she recognized one of the ardens being pulled out to the floor but quickly dashed it away as a trick of the light. Finally making her way up to the counter she found some space between a highly reflective male and a small group of quick talking young girls. For a second or two she took a look at the mesh clad male, finding him very unique to most of the other ‘dragons currently in the club. Realizing that if she looked for any longer it would soon be considered staring so she pushed her way up to one of the stools, and asked the nearest bar tender for a glace of water with ice. When the drink arrived she was ready to down the refreshment and head back out but hearing the jock-like calls from the floor she decided to make herself more comfortable on her stool. <span style='color:green'>“Looks like trouble in paradise tonight."</span> She mumbled to no one in particular. With the glass in her hand she turned to see if this “dance-off" was really going to happen.
Scarlet eyes would surely give away the competitive side of Tave as he watched the young Pendragon dance. As he finished with his first set of dance movements, the albino-ish Lukuo placed his hands on either side of the chair and pulled himself into a handstand with one quick motion, his deltoids straining to keep his weight placed parallel to the chair. Swinging downward until his feet touched the ground, the chair still in his hands, he now stood in front of the Kid. The chair calm crashing down in front of the man as he pulled himself up onto the back of the chair, pressing the heels of his feet into the hard back, fingers straining to keep him balanced. Deep nail marks were left in the chair as he let go and did a backflip into the air, his hands now wrapped around his ankles. He would hit the ground hard on his back, seemingly knocked out--but just as soon as the closer people would begin to wonder he rolled onto his buttocks and pushed back, sliding into the middle of a crowd, people making space for him to move. The palm of his hand now pressed against the ground hard, sending him into the air for a moment, he landed on his feet with his knees bent, his body weaving upward, his head turned to the side. Fingers were brought together, a loud snap filling the air as he now stood full erect, his hand above his head, an index finger pointing toward the roof. He brought it downward quickly, moving his body with the movement of his hand. Spinning in the air for a moment, it would seem as if he would hit the ground and break a bone, but before he came down he would bend his knees to his chest and kick of the ground before he hit. His body did a few more backflips in the air, and he landed on the ground for a bow. <span style='color:green'>"You willing for a few more repetitions, Kid?"</span>
