<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Alright, I'll be playing three characters, <span style='color:purple'>Myr</span>, <span style='color:orange'>Twitch</span>, and <span style='color:red'>Stryx</span>, secret_destiny will have Vollnyymt, and chocobeans with Cube. Drakyon will be playing <span style='color:blue'>Drouger</span>, as they expect he'll be approved tonight. Anyone else who feels like joining can hop on in at any time, m'kay? Please go http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=2508here</a> for details before posting though. Please try to make posts at least a paragraph or two, posting order will be determined by the order in which people arrive. <span style='color:red'>This thread will almost certainly contain R-rated material. Foul language, substance abuse, possible conspiracy to over-throw authority, and as a side note, more than one character being played has a trade in seduction, so be prepared.</span> 42 Tria 81378 12:05 am Room 251 </td></tr></table> A young male pendragon sat amidst the dust and graffiti on a student desk they had pushed up against the wall. 'They" being Sylverstryx and the two sisters, Myrwynn' inez and Tyrwynn' izah. They had been here for over an hour, moving desks and chairs aside, clearing most of the room. The room was perfect, an old abandoned classroom, large and in relatively good condition. It obviously hadn't been used for years, at least, not by pendragons. A few spider webs clung to the corners of the ceiling, a few small moths fluttered around the single candle they had lit on the teachers desk, the only piece of furniture they hadn't moved. Shortly after arriving the trio had discovered the power was out in the room, rather than give up and find another, Twitch had produced a large red candle from somewhere on her person. The light cast eerie shadows around the room, turning mundane objects chairs into strange creatures ready to pounce. It was on the teacher's desk that Myr leaned, her carefully manicured nails picking at the worn finish, a lit cigarette held beteen the fingers of her right hand. The flickering light of the candle reflected in her dark crimson scales, and illuminated the gentle curves of her body. Her deep crimson scales glowed in the soft light, her dark hair catching and relecting the light like a raven's wing. She had worn her usual attire of all black, tight jeans, halter top, and mesh shirt. She tapped the toe of her boots against the floor, idly playing with the studs that pierced her tongue in three places. Colorless orbs glanced between her sister and the door, ears perked for the slightest noise. Unfourtunatly, all she could hear at the moment was a loud thunking, punctuated by a series of quiet footsteps, then another thunk. <span style='color:purple'>"Twitch!"</span> she hissed through her teeth, glaring at her sister<span style='color:purple'> "Quit jumping around like a fucking frog! Someone might hear you!" </span> The aforementioned femme 'dragon climbed down from the desks where she had been hunting dust bunnies out of boredom. Stomping her foot down on one such ball of fluff, she sighed. <span style='color:orange'>"What am I supposed to do then, huh?"</span> she kicked a heavy text book lying next to her foot. <span style='color:orange'>"I thought you guys told them to be here at midnight."</span> she grumbled. Her attire was the most vivid of the three. A pair of orange and black vertically striped pants hung from her narrow hips, and a slightly oversized black and white t-shirt was half-hidden by a khaki vest, the six pockets the graced the front bulging with odds and ends. Her armwarmers (actually a pair of mutilated socks) reached up to her elbows, the rainbow striped material fraying at the cut end, where her highly dexterious hands emerged. A veritable rainbow of jelly braclets encirled her wrists, along with a thick matte black chain that swung from her neck. The bangs of her silky white hair where dyed a bright green, a leftover from the last party she had attended. As well as the youngest 'dragon present, she was also the smallest, barely reaching 4 feet in height. Sylverstryx rolled an virgin cigarette between his fingers, the white cylinder bright against his dismal surroundings. <span style='color:red'>First thing we're gonna do when we clean up this shit hole is get some juice runnin' through the lights.</span> he thought darkly, sticking the unlit coffin nail between his lips. He turned to Twitch and stared at her blankly,<span style='color:red'> "We did,"</span> he said dryly, <span style='color:red'>"They'll be here soon." </span> <span style='color:red'> I hope.</span> he added silently. His dark gray cargos stirred the dust, and the buckles running down the chest and arms of his shirt reflected the pinprick of fire that warded off the worst of the darkness. His thumbs stuck out through small holes he had cut in the long sleeves of his shirt, tracing small patterns in the filth and grime that encrusted his seat. He sniffed the air, trying to pick out any forgein smells that could herald the approach of a stranger, but ended up sneezing wildly. The air was thich with the smell of mold and mildew, combining with the smoke from Myr's cig to form a heady miasma that tickled his nose. He shook his head slightly, clearing his head from his sudden outburst. He grimaced as he tucked his long black bangs back under the red bandanna that covered his head, which (as usual) didn't seem to be doing a very good job of keeping his hair out of his face. Stryx was gettin gimpatient as well, even though it was only 5 minutes past the designated time of arrival. He sighed and played with the yellow and black goggles that hung around his neck, tapping his fingers against the red-orange tinted glass.
Cube walked in the dark room, cig hanging from his mouth. He sat down and eyed the other pendragons in the room. Then he saw Myr. "Ey Myr, so this is the place?" he said. His bag was slung over his shoulder, in a manner that looked painful. He placed it down on the table which was peeling and faded. "Eyre, I brought some booze" he said removing a six pack from it. He took a beer from it's case and took a sip, sitting down at a chair. He looked inside of his bag, for his spray paint. He removed a few cans of it. "You guys mind if I, er spray this room?" . He took a sip of his beer. Mhmm...the effects of his high were just wearing off, he needed another joint.
The note had said be there at midnight.... she would just have to be fansionably late then.. vollnyymts hair was hanging down her back as it always did. she was wearing a tight black mini skirt that couldn't possibly be any higher. she was also wearing a white tank top which came down very low in the front. she stood looking at some old doors while comping her gum. her dark blue eyes scaned her surrondings she started to walk again. her hips swayed as she strod down to the right door. her knee high boots lightly taping as she walked. she got to the right place and swung the door open. then she said this the place? she walked into the room not waiting for an awnser and sat on the desk in the front of the class. she smiled and waited for them to speak... well? what am i here for?
Drouger had recieved a strange note during the end of his last classes, having been approached by a strange male. He had said nothing, just handed him the scrap of paper and disappeared into the crowd milling about in the halls outside the classrooms. The note had perked up his curiousity, and now he was making his way down the dim halls of the lower levels. He was dressed in a simple dark green mesh shirt that showed off his lean chest and stomach, as well as a pair of tight black leather pants. He moved quietly, his heavy black boots making almost no noise against the scuffed linoleum floor. His eyes gleamed bright blue-white behind his bangs, his long black hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. He counted the room numbers in his head as he passed them. <span style='color:blue'>247, 248, 249, 250-</span> <span style='color:blue'>"251." </span>he said aloud. He stepped through the doorway, into the dimmly lit room. His gaze took in the pendragon's that had already arrived, lingering slightly on the females. A small smile graced his normally somber face. <span style='color:blue'>This could prove interesting...</span>
Ekslik walked through an abandoned hallway down in the basement. It had said to be in the basement at midnight. His steps were silent and his face emotionless and cold. He wore baggy black jeans with the knees cut out of them. They went down to the floor, dragging dust as he walked. He wore a t-shirt much to large for his small frame. It was black and across the front there was white lettering, written in a spindly hand “Shades of Black". The shirt was half covered by an open light olive green vest. He was a thin pendragon, thinner than most but he made up for this in his manner. The way he carried himself made him seem like someone to steer clear of. His hair was out of its usual ponytail and stuck out at odd angles from his head. His ears were weighted with small silver rings. His black marble eyes where fixed on the ground just before him, his head hung. In one of his six-fingered paws he held a small piece of paper, something he had written before he had left to come here. He continued to walk, the pathway only illuminated by his own tail flame, though this was not to say he needed it to be able to see. He kicked a nearby wooden board that had fallen down and a dull thud issued from it as a cloud of dust floated down about his feet. He stopped, slowly lifted his head and looked around, he was near where he was supposed to be going, he could hear other’s voices. He walked into the abandoned classroom, his eyes glinting in the candlelight. Looking around he saw that there were others there before him.
Myr was the first to agknowledge the newcomers, her milky white eyes giving them all a once over. She smiled when she saw Cube, carrying what looked to be a rather heavy bag. She trotted over to beside him, and slung her arms over his shoulders. <span style='color:purple'>"Yeh hun, this is the place,"</span> she muttered into his ear, lightly kissing the side of his neck.<span style='color:purple'> "And feel free to spray the fuckin' walls as much as yeh like, this place could use a little color." </span> She played with the neck of his shirt as she watched the other newcomers through half-lidded eyes. So far there had been two males and one femme, all of them arriving within minutes of each other.<span style='color:purple'> "You're here because we asked you here." </span> she muttered to the female. Stryx gave Myr a quick look of warning, <span style='color:red'>"We asked you here because we thought you might take interest in our little...organization."</span> he said to the female Myr had been talking to. He raised an eyebrow has he took in her attire, from the short skirt to the low cut top. He didn't recognize her, Myr must have been the one to give her the message. Stryx recognized The dark blue pendragon who was now standing the door from around the school, but the other one, who was holding a small piece of paper. <span style='color:red'>"Heh,"</span> he said to him, sliding from his seat and walking up to him, <span style='color:red'>"What you got there?" </span> he asked, pointing to the paper. Twitch practically bounced when the guy her sister was leaning on mentioned spraying. She reached down underneith one of the ancient chairs against the wall, pulling out a large backpack. She unzipped the main pocket and pulled out a large can of bright blue spray paint. She twirled it in her hand. <span style='color:orange'>"Yeh spray?" </span>she asked, shuffling over to him, having to step carefully to avoid tripping on her overly-large pants. Her red and yellow skate shoes left distinct marks in the grime thickly coating the floor.
vollnyymt looked at the male who had spoken to the other one who was standing in the door. she gave him a seductive smile. i guess i'd be up for it.. theres nothing else do to in this school. she winked at him then turned to the others. well i guess i otta tell you my name huh? we are going to need to know them. im vollnyymt don't ask about the last name.. as far as im concerned its not mine. he face went to a more hatred filled one as she thought of her father. and what are your names? she said in a slightly aggerasive tone.
Cube grinned at Myr who was happily playing with his shirt. Mhmmnn...more chicks have arrived... He looked at he pendragon who had asked him something. "Yeh, I spray" he said starting on a wall. He drew a rather large picture of Myr, who seemed to be his new inspiration. He looked at the girl who had asked him his name, "Names Cube". He walked back over to Myr and kissed her on the cheek.
Ekslik held out the piece of paper to the approaching pendragon. It was torn from a notebook and read simply: “Ekslik. I’m mute, not deaf." Apparently he wrote as much as he talked, as little as possible. For whatever reason he was here, he had found it necessary to include his name and the reason for which he had written the note in the first place. The last bit he had added more for his own benefit than anyone else’s. People tended to talk loud and slowly when they where addressing him, as if he were deaf. He had perfect hearing, it was just that he did not talk. This last part was also to hint at the fact that it was still possible to communicate with him, he could nod and shake his head, and he had a small notepad and pencil tucked into his back pocket just in case. Ekslik smirked slightly, but in an instant his face was back to it’s emotionless state. The word organization made his mind skip to some sort of mafia. Then he figured, since this meeting was held in a school, and the attendants were not a “mafia looking" bunch, his mind settled for the next best thing. A gang. His mind laughed happily at the thought, though he showed no signs of it. This was his type of thing. He walked over to an empty desk and ploped himself down in it, a cloud of dust bursting from the chair.
Drouger smiled darkly, <span style='color:blue'>"Drouger,"</span> he said quietly. <span style='color:blue'>"And unless I'm mistaken, our three hosts are Mywynn'inez and Tyrwynn' izah Tcollvokc, as well as Syvlerstryx Rymapumkaj."</span> he added. His smile grew slightly smug, before disappearing back into his usual blank expression. He silently crossed the room and pulled a chair from a small stack in the corner. He sat down and leaned back, arms crossed infront of his chest, eyes darkening to cobalt blue in the uneven light. His attentive gaze swept over each pendragon, they all looked slightly familiar, but then again, it was exceedingly rare that his ever watching eyes missed a face, and even rarer for him to forget them. Drouger's training in assassin and seduction had tought him to memorize the smallest details, features, and behaviours, so that he might take advantage of them later. This moment in time was no different, he was already paying close attention to the other 'dragons' mannerisms and attitudes, locking each detail into his keen mind. <span style='color:blue'>A gang...</span> he thought his brain automatically pieceing together everything. A tiny smile flickered accross his features. Normally he tried to avoid working in groups, it left to much room for errors, but he decided to go along with it out of curiousity. <span style='color:blue'>Besides, who could turn down such nice company?</span> he smirked mentally, his eyes raking over the female who had just introduced herself before demanding his name, lingering on her rather reveiling clothing.
vollnyymt noticed looking at her outfit. have they never seen a girl in a short skirt before? theres enough of them walking around. she smiled at the male named douger. she didn't really like males but she could stand them at some points. and she simply loved to let them thing she liked them. it was so fun messing with thier minds. she got down from the desk and leaned agenst it instead. she decided to speak. i agree it does need color... it look too much like a class room... i know it was one but i'd rather not feel like im n one... there bad enough as it is... she reached into her purse and took out a small battary powers lamp-like thing. she turned it on. it was a little lighter in the room. she always carried something for light. she tended to go out at night and her night vision wasn't at its best.
Cube sat content. He put the spray cans back in his bag and took a sip from his half empty beer. He began humming a song, thinking the words in his head. It's so easy, easy, when everybuddy's tryin' to please me baby, turn around bitch I got a use for you, besides you aint got nothin better to do...and i'm bored... He leaned out on his chair. Hahaha, these people look so pethetic, accept for Myr they all are worthless fools who don't know the streets...but i'll fuckin' show them the fuckin' streets...ahhha nevermind...to lazy he thought contently. He smiled at Myr.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> Would you guys please stick to the posting order? It goes: me, chocobeans, secret_destiny, drakyon, pirateferret. Danke</td></tr></table> Stryx gave the paper a quick read, then turned to the other 'dragons in the room. He made a quick assumption on what the note meant, and sighed. <span style='color:red'>"Uh heh, this is Ekslik, and he says "I'm mute, not deaf, so none of that retarded type talking around him, 'kay?"</span> he said, sticking his thumb over his shoulder at Ekslik. Stryx nodded to the blue pendragonwho had just listed off their names. <span style='color:red'>"Uh...yeah...hey."</span> he muttered, shaking his head. Stryx stalked over to Twitch's bag and snatched it up, from inside it he produced an assortment of green and black candles. He walked around the room, setting them on desks and then lighting them with his lighter. Myr wrapped her arms around Cubes waist and giggled girlishly, flashing a sultry grin. She brushed her dark hair out of her face and sighed happily, <span style='color:purple'>"It's lovely hun."</span> She said, admiring his artwork. <span style='color:orange'> "Yeah, tis nice enough."</span> Twitch huffed, a cocky smirk plastered on her short muzzle. She gave the can in her hand another quick twirl before bouncing over to the wall. <span style='color:orange'>"But yeh know, i think it's missin' a wee somethin'." </span>She reached up on her tiptoes, and a few hissing strokes of paint later, Twitch had added a large shadowy figure looming behind the painted Myr, a dark demonic, yet still feminine outline, complete with wings, horns, and a three pronged barbed tail. <span style='color:orange'>"After all, tis the queen of the devil bitches we're talkin' aboot."</span> she giggled. The resulting death glare Myr gave her and the cig she threw only made her laugh harder. Stryx rolled his eyes and sighed, lighting the unlit cigarette he had been carrying around. He took a small drag and grumbled, <span style='color:red'>"Will you too cut that shit out?"</span> he growled, flicking the ashes that accumulated on eht end of his smoke to the floor
OOC: Sorry, Ã'll post again then...cuz i gotta go watch a KISS bio lol... He grinned at Myr, and ran his hand down her waist. "Mines well draw the king of demons then" he said getting up and drawing himself. The picture seemed to have a demonic eiriey glow. He took a sip of his beer and sat back down, putting his arm around Myr.
vollnyymt was getting bored. no one had said much to her. she decided to make an effort of not being so... so her. she sighed. she walked over to drouger hi. she said trying to make small talk she gave him a not so inoccent smile. so what are your trades? she said twirling her hair... she wanted people to underestamate her as a not to inoccent but ditzy one. then they would be suprized when she did something that she would never hesitate to do...
Drouger tipped his chair back and sighed. The female, Vollnymmt, was talking to him. He idly reached down to his waist, following his beltline to the small of his back, he flipped open the top of a hidden sheath, and pulled free a small stiletto blade. He slowly brought it infront of him, holding it before his face, tilting it back and forth so it caught the candle light.<span style='color:blue'> "Cryokenisis and seduction," </span>he purred. With a tiny flick of his wrist he sent the silvery blade flying through the air, to bury itself into the teacher's desk with a dull thud. <span style='color:blue'>"And I dabble in assasination." </span>he smirked slightly. Of course Assassin was his primairy trade, but he enjoyed toying with peoples minds, it always made the hunt far more enjoyable...
Ekslik's face twisted into a wry expression, but was gone in a second. He did not appreciate the announcement of his note, but then again what had he expected? He could not expect all of them to just suddenly know what he had written. He relaxed a little, at least it was over with and it had not been too big of a deal. He looked around and took in the scene. He liked this, the seclusion from the rest of the school, the lack of order and authority. Things he truly appreciated when they came his way. He leaned back in his chair examining the spray paint masterpiece on the wall. He decided to try and at least be a little outgoing. He lifted his paws and softly clapped them together with barely a sound issuing from them, as if to say “nice work".
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> gah, you guys can skip me for this round of posts, i'll be pretty busy all today and tonight, plus, writer's block is the ick</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>awww man, i hate writers block...</td></tr></table> Cube got up off his lazy ass (taking his beer of corse) and walked over to vollnyymt. He grinned. "Hey sup?" he said noticing her boredness. She seemed to be talking to this Drouger fellow. He took a big sip of his drink and grinned.
vollnyymt smiled at cube. hi... i like your drawings.. they're cerative. she said as she stopped twirling her hair. she looked at the walls. she looked back at him smiling... is drawing one of your trade? she fought to keep back a sigh and schooled her expression so she didn't look bored. it was so hard.. she had nothing to do... she needed something new and interessting to do.... like hmmm... well she had done mostly everything... killed her father stole seducted... gotten drunk on way more then one ocation... no she needed something new... something fun...
