Panic at the Panic Room

Who? Exalok Shiruki // // pendragon.
Wearing? Her usual wild assortment of earrings, as well as a loose pair of black pants and a tan shirt.

Noise.
Maybe too much, the lithe thill told herself, fingering a safety pin she had stuck through her ear. Pale white fingers rubbed the metal object thoughtfully as firey amber eyes observed the door, and the 'dragon shrugged slightly, her movements slow and controlled. It was almost as if she would split open if ever she made a wrong move, an impression given because of the infinite care she took with each step, each twist and turn of her fingers and hands. She twirled a strand of loose black hair around her agile digits, wondering exactly what to do. She hardly knew why she'd come here. What was the point, anyway? She never socialized, never danced and never tried the drinks they served at the bar. Maybe it was the music. She did have a notebook under her arm. Maybe she'd thought it would help her think.
Whatever, she thought to herself, inwardly smirking. That frikkin' beastial noise is going to disconcentrate me more than anything.
However, something in her told her to simply shove those thoughts away and stick her head in there. Shrugging again, she stepped forward, still walking with that obvious care, and her hand went up to comb through the long hair of her ponytail. She'd have to cut it soon. It was getting too long.
A single pale hand stretched out to grasp the door's handle, and Exalok couldn't help noticing how every vein inside it could be seen clear as glass. Not many saw it, sure, but most of the ones who did were always amazed at how clear her skin was. It was true, she guessed. Seeing the muscles and bones of another without cutting them open isn't something you do every day. Unless you're me, she told herself, smirking again.
A single light push, and the door opened. As soon as it had gone an inch, the sudden noise assaulted Exalok's ears, and she smacked the door closed, cursing under her breath.
"<span style='color:orange'>Godfrikstupidfrikurgh. Vokc. Vokc. Vokc.</span>"
Her ears had flipped backwards as soon as the sound had boomed out, and half of the jingling things adorning them were now stuck in her hair.
"<span style='color:orange'>Vokc,</span>" she swore again, pulling the things out. "<span style='color:orange'>Dammit.</span>"
At least she knew what to expect now. Readying herself again, and feeling as if the Panic Room had cheated her when she'd slammed the door back shut, she eased it open again. She wasn't as surprised this time and easily entered the inside of the place, the air sticky and hot from the mass of moving bodies. At least there were tables. She could write in relative peace over there.
The pale white thill headed to a table, the ends of her baggy pants brushing the floor, fingering her safety pin again. There were too many 'dragons in here. But she still settled herself down, sprawling her notebook in front of her and readying her pencil.
"<span style='color:orange'>If you don't frikkin' start, I'm getting out of here,</span>" she muttered to herself, glaring at the paper with furious amber eyes.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td> Hope you all don't mind if I join. :)
Kwerty: Usual Attire
Ygeusa: Same old rags. </td></tr></table>


<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'> Ygeusa had been around campus for a while now. Probally too long. But he had made a couple friends. And that's about all he had anymore... But he had never been to an 'event' like this before. His eye got him some attention, as he scanned the door with it. The door man hadn't let him in just because he looked... quite creepy. But his squirrly companions had made it in when the bouncers weren't looking.

They were going 'round making mischief. They got a couple male 'dragons smacked for, reasons. They stole some snacks, and drinks. Not much. But all in all, they just weren't being noticed.
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Kwerty was sitting laid back in a rafter high above the crowd. He loved being in these kind of places. He seemed to be the only one up this high though. He didn't mind though, he was pre-occupied. For beyond the lights, and all the flashy things going on down below he was making something a bit more beautiful.

He was listening to the music, enjoying everything that was going on. Watching as people danced, some looked great. Some were laughable. Either way he took it all in, and sat there starting to weave. It started small, and grew with the speed and loudness of the music. A couple times with the bass booming and moving the air particles, you could actually see the music in the colors above.

High above the crowd, with the music, there was what looked like fire now... dancing. Not just dancing but telling a story. With colors, and motions. He didn't know if a soul was watching, but he didn't care. He was amusing himself with this show. He adjusted his beret, and the colors dissapated. In an upward motion, like smoke now instead of something more.

Slowly he lit a match, and stared at the sprinkler system... </span></span>

 

Exalok was still staring down at her notebook as the previous music slowly died off, like some dieing animal's last cries before eternal oblivion overtakes it. A short bout of silence ensued, in which anyone standing near the semi-transparent thill could've heard the imaginary cogs and wheels of her mind turning at reckless speeds. But the silence wasn't to last. It never did, she knew, in the Panic Room. All she could do was hope this would be some proper music.
Bad luck on her. The worst thing heard on the surface of any planet had started up - rap, of all things. Disgusting. She really felt like kicking something.
Her glare hardened as she continued staring at the paper, if that could be possible. Amber eyes narrowed dangerously, threatening to burn right through the notebook she had sprawled on the table. However, since this attempt at evacuating her anger wasn't working, she decided to simply glare upward and not pay attention to anything at all. Throwing her head back, ebon hair still caught in that ponytail of hers, she gave the ceiling a good eye scrub.
And, of course, immediately found something worthy of her interest.
A 'dragon was sitting high above the heads of the Panic Room crowd, enveloped in a black cloak. She couldn't actually see much of him. Too high, and too dark, except for a pinpoint of light she supposed was a flame. But it immediately got her mental nerves going.
She turned straight back to her notebook, grabbed the pencil she'd left on the table and quickly began to scribble down words. Sometimes they made no sense to anyone but her, and sometimes she didn't finish the hundreds of poems she began, but a start was a start, and you should never miss it.
Tall and winged, she wrote down.
Sure, the 'dragon up there wasn't particularly tall, and she couldn't see any wings to speak of, but high places meant wings to her - and somehow, the 'dragon up there looked taller than average. Mebbe he's a Feydragon. They're sorta short, she thought to herself, tapping the table with her pencil, and started off again.
Dead as dust, the pale-skinned thill continued, a smirk appearing on her features. That's what he's gonna be if he doesn't shove his butt back down, she commented again, though still mentally, and went on.
The pantomime angels were the next words she put on paper. Wings reminded her of those mythical beings from the planet called Earth she'd learned about. Angels. Weird things, but poetic. And anyway, pantomime meant fake.
Are covered in rust.
She was done. All poems had a hidden meaning, she knew, and she always tried to find the meanings of her own. But for now, she couldn't. That frikking rap could spoil proper thoughts better than anything, even if it was spoken words.
She was still bent over her paper, hand poised in the air, a wisp of ebon hair falling down by her face. Blazing eyes of amber stared at the notebook, wondering what to do next. She'd got her start. And now? Wait for more?
She didn't have to answer - another 'dragon did so for her, sitting down in the chair opposite her. However, as she straightened to look at the one who had bothered her, she realized that it wasn't one of her species at all. An Aquabat - wasn't that what they were called? And a blind one at that, she commented to herself, amber eyes looking into the other's white ones. It must be strange being blind.
Agile fingers settled the pencil back onto the table, and immediately began fiddling with the pins and clasps adorning her ears.
"<span style='color:orange'>Exalok,</span>" the thill answered coldly. Even though this girl was blind, it didn't mean Exalok had to be all kind and gentle to her. Burning gaze flickered over the Aquabat, registering her appearance in Exalok's wide memory. If this encounter turned sour, she'd know who to get revenge on.
The Aquabat had a strangely fox-like face, and her navy coat was speckled with small black stars. One star, bigger than the rest, encircled her eye. A thick leather collar had been placed around her neck, and a gemstone twinkled from its loop. At least this one had pleny of traits Exalok could remember her by.
[I suppose the last part is true, since it said she always wears the collar on her bio. If not, I'll delete.]

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Kwerty sat and thought as the rap started up. <span style='color:purple'> This'd be a great time to set the sprinklers off...</span> Instead he just made the match dance slightly. To and fro. He put it out and threw it to the crowd below. He didn't like rap, but it was tolerable. To a point. This song portraying what he held fond as just objects. He jumped, landing on the edge of the stage without a thud but a slight wobble. With a bit more finesse than he should've had, he hopped down from the stage with a glace or two from the people on stage. He made his way through the crowd. Most of them not knowing where he had been, they showed some form of respect... As much as you can get from just jumping off of something really high up. Which seemed to be increased by the situation at hand. And with that he was out in the parking lot.

He looked over at the dragon that was amazed at so many people being in one place at once. <span style='color:purple'> "Go in." </span> He yelled, <span style='color:purple'> "They don't bite." </span> With a smile he made his way through the parking lot far enough back to pull out a pipe of sorts. He stuffed in some Nujeq, and with a snap the pipe was lit. The smoke filled his lungs. And rolled out of his mouth after a moment or two. He colored and played with the smoke as it rose above his head. The first puff was a hard one, so he took a seat and started to look around a bit.
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Ygeusa looked inside fondly... <span style='color:seagreen'> They don't bite... </span> Though the other arden meant it as a joke. He took it in all seriousness. And he walked in. His eye shone, through the darkness. Where the lights weren't. He sat in a darker corner, just looking around. The only thing noticable about him, was his eye now.

With that a squirrel jumped up on the table of the two ardens that were talking to one another. It looked the bat up and down, and shyed away from the irratable one. As it searched the table, for something to take. </span></span>

 

Exalok had slowly returned to the page she'd been writing on, wondering what to put next. It was an okay start, she supposed, but what would really make it proper or not would be if she was able to go on. And to do that, she'd have to figure out the meaning of the poem and go on with that topic. The rap wasn't helping. She closed her eyes, and her hands moved from the jingling mess on her ears to her pale temples, smoothly massaging these, small veins changing position under her agile fingers. She needed to get thinking, block the rest out.
But that would be a hard thing to do with the Aquabat - Raden-Maf summat or other, she'd said - blabbering on in front of her. She had a great desire to simply stand up and frostily move to another table, clearly expressing her want of being alone in her little corner, but that would look a bit too childish to the pale thill, and so she instead decided to simply stare at her paper, willing the other female to shove off the place.
She tapped her pencil against the table, mind suddenly blank of ideas. This happened occasionally. It would be virtually impossible to write any comprehensible things that night unless she got a truly sudden burst of muse. Frikking lack of imagination.
Her pencil suddenly skidded off, flying out of her fingers. She may have cut her claws the day before to aid her writing, they grew back a bit too quick for her liking, and her scribbling pose was less and less handy for sketching down her poems. Her pencils jumped out of her hands, flew off into the air or simply slipped from her grasp and always landed on the floor. Trying not to scream in exasperation, one of her agile-fingered hands began pulling at the safety pin attached to her ear, and she reached down to spear the pencil through with a particularly massive claw. As she pulled herself back up, she realized that Redam - Redem - Radam - whatever had spoken. Names annoyed her, particularly when they were long or difficult. She hardly ever remembered them properly. But for now, she supposed she'd have to talk to the female - or have another annoying someone pestering her.
"<span style='color:orange'>I don't think so,</span>" the partly-transparent-skinned thill replied under her breath, feeling resigned to make this meeting as bad as she could. If Redam - Radam - whatever started getting angry, it would just mean she was like all the others. As for the comment on the Aquabat's being blind, Exalok took her most expressionless voice and inspected her claws as she replied in an obviously relaxed way, as if the other wasn't all that significant in the ebon-haired girl's world.
"<span style='color:orange'>I never said the opposite.</span>"
Exalok glanced back to the navy-colored girl, but even in that nearly inexisting look, she noticed a flicker of something in her frost white eyes, as if they'd been moving. Why would a blind Aquabat's eyes be moving? There wasn't any use to it. However, in simple curiosity, Exalok turned to look at what she had glimpsed through whatever way she used to 'see' the world around her.
An eyebrow raised in surprise as she saw the 'dragon - be it Fey or anything - that had previously been on top of the rafters drop down and land on the edge of the stage - without breaking a bone or falling on his - her? - face. Because of this, Exalok seemed to be considerably disappointed. He hadn't fallen. He'd jumped off deliberately. But oh well. That didn't matter much, since he walked out of the door, anyway. Another 'dragon entered soon after he left, but Exalok payed no attention to that one. 'Dragons were always coming into the Panic Room - a detail she didn't particularly enjoy. Why'd she have to come on such a busy day?
As she turned back, the amber-eyed thill saw that the Aquabat in front of her seemed to be inspecting her notebook. This was getting stranger and stranger. A blind Aquabat who could 'see' anyway, moved her eyes even though it wouldn't serve to anything and looked at notebooks she couldn't read? Perhaps the pale thill would stick around anyway, just to see the next thing the Aquabat would pull out of her hat.
Then came the question. At least she wasn't only speaking questions. That was one good point. Exalok loathed questions above all - particularly directed towards her.
She hated tests as well. Made sense, really.
"<span style='color:orange'>Why would you respect people who write down things usually incomprehensible and with no meaning - at least to you - that you can't even read?</span>" she answered back, tactfully avoiding the Aquabat's question. "<span style='color:orange'>And what the frik are raising-pens?</span>"
Exalok leaned back in her chair, slim arms crossing on the tan shirt she was wearing, the pencil still speared on the end of her claw. She was waving this around as she waited for an answer - but soon found another occupation.
A squirrel - frik, a stupid squirrel! - had clambered up onto the tabletop, and was now being shooed gently away by the Aquabat with the leather collar. She was missing its precise direction slightly, but not enough to be actually noticed as a grand mistake. However, Exalok would have operated quite differently from the passive way she was using to tell it to scram. She would've menaced it with one of her still-growing claws, and then, if it hadn't cooperated in the next five seconds, flicked it harshly off.
She hoped it would break an arm.
You could accuse her of being aggressive, but that wasn't quite it. She was just extremely short-tempered - and massively unpredictable.

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>Kwerty sat outside still, still playing with his smoke, and smoking what he was smoking.
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Ygeusa looked around more and more. Almost to the point of an anxiety attack. He stood, and took a couple needed deep breaths. He noticed a couple of his squirrels, with fruits, and personal music players. This made him smile. And slowly he got more comfortable. He began to walk around, only the walls of the room. He made his way over to the table where the two were sitting after a while, hugging close to the wall. Not up against the wall, but never too far from it.

The squirrel had jumped off the table, and he picked it up. It looked into his eye, as if kind of talking to it. He walked on a little bit more, his eye still giving off an eerie glow that was noticably different from all the other lights in the Panic Room. </span></span>

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td> Pretty short... Sorry. ^_^ </td></tr></table>

 

She glared harshly at the squirrel as it leaped off of her - their, she corrected herself, since they were two now - table and ran off somewhere else, and turned her bright amber gaze back to the white-eyed Aquabat sitting in front of her. She was still waiting for an answer, leaning far back in her chair, the pencil speared on one of her twelve claws being waved about madly as her impatience grew. She wasn't one who always waited without having a word to say about it.
However, for once, the girl didn't take very long to answer. She raised an eyebrow at the query, almost as if she was saying everyone knows what it means, and swiftly replied. Exalok's lip twitched at the girl's skeptical eyebrow movement, threatening to rise and bare her long, vicious fangs, but it didn't last long. If she'd been fed up with the day's previous events, however, she probably would've menaced the Aquabat. That was just how she went. But since it looked like she felt peaceful enough that evening, though rap was playing and she was missing out on her sleep, it probably wouldn't happen.
Probably.
The girl shifted position, and her tongue flickered out. Immediately, Exalok's protectiveness of her own precious ego rushed through her like a devastating wave, and anger started bubbling inside her mind. Had that been some weak attempt at insulting her for not knowing what the frik a raising-pen meant? Hey, she wasn't the blind one here! Why would she care for some thick-inked pen, or even bother finding out what it was, if she could just ask on the spur of the moment? Her ears had begun to twitch, the bangles and safety pins speared through them jangling aggressively. Bad sign.
Exalok's head jerked into another direction, letting her angered gaze scour the wall furiously - and found the 'dragon standing there, almost as if he was ready to jump through the wall if she so much as took a step towards him. Another visitor, she thought sourly, her lip twitching again. Great.
She didn't notice the squirrel in his hands, or anything else. She was too angry.
The pale thill turned back to the Aquabat, a scowl adorning her features. The girl might not be able to see it, she probably had some other trick up her sleeve. This had stopped being amusing to the transparent-skinned 'dragon.
And the Aquabat was making another comment. Exalok didn't particularly care about the last part of her remark, but her ears had already started to swivel around at the first part. She didn't like under-handed suggestions, and if insinuating that she should read her work aloud wasn't one, then it didn't exist.
And she knew it did.
"<span style='color:orange'>I'm not going to tell you what I wrote, if that's what you're asking for. It's not finished.</span>"

 

<span style='font-family:times'><span style='font-size:10pt;line-height:100%'>With a jolt, the squirrel knew what it wanted to do. Geussy didn't have a problem with it either, so he leaned back and tossed the squirrel in the direction it wanted to go. It fell behind the crowd and out of sight. Geussy sighed, getting more and more comfortable in this environment. No one noticed his eye really. He guessed they just thought it was a glowstick taped to his head. He then started debating within himself which would look more odd, the glowstick or his eye now.

He walked on a bit, and stood. Still looking around, now not in a worried fashion but more of a seeing what's here. He payed no attention to the music at all. This was more people than he'd been around, in his whole life. He walked up to a big group of dancers, and just looked. He watched as they twirled, and moved their bodies in ways he'd never seen before. His organic eye seemed to just stare, but his bionic eye looked as if a brighter green pupil were darting back and forth taking all of this in at once. Suddenly, someone stumbled, and fell. Right on him. Being the smaller of the two, he used his whole body to catch the 'dragon. But at once, when he had caught them. He let them fall softer now, and stepped up into the crowd. He stood, in the middle of all these people. Perfectly still, he watched the speakers now. How they thumped and compressed the air. He knew all about them, maybe not all about them. But they were simple enough to figure out by just looking. He was getting a feel for the beat of the music slowly. People began looking at him, the only one in a crowd.. not moving. He glowed there on the dance floor, casting light on most of the other dragons. But still, he stood, more and more people began looking at him.
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Kwerty had had enough for the night, and walked off from the Panic Room, to find a place to crash for the night. </span></span>

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Taking Kwerty out of this one. :) </td></tr></table>

 

[Umm... where's Toxemic?]

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>No idea, Hurry up toxy. ;) Lol. </td></tr></table>