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Post by samantha rose warrington on Jan 20, 2012 13:19:26 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] night sparkled in the sky in the form of little stars, winking at the ones who stayed out past their bedtime. they were the sleepless, the ones who chose to just about everything else when the moon hung above their heads. a girl named samantha warrington did just this- skulking the streets by lamplight. her eyes were shadowed by eyeliner, and her face was paled with mineral powder. her hair had been dried and straightened, falling around her shoulders and curling inward only at the tips. the milky light offered by nighttime made her flame-colored hair appear almost silver, giving her an almost divine presence- well, if not for her attire.
she donned tight-fitting jeans, washed black so they blended in with the shadows she walked by. she wore a gray tank top, and a white, gray, and black sweatshirt that depicted a compass. She wore boots, not heels, and walked with confidence. in one hand she held a set of house keys, the other hand delicately gripping a cigarette between two fingers. she lifted it to her lips, taking a deep breath and letting the poison seep through her lungs, relishing the feeling until she had to breath out once more. she watched as the smoke swirled around her head with her exhalation, her blue-green eyes following the empty air until it dissipated completely, gone from sight. another two puffs from her menthol, and she was there, standing in front of the club. she dropped the small smoke stick and stepped on it, leaving it crushed and doused, the small embers flickering out.
she fancied her way into the club with words and flashes of smiles. a false id always helped as well. entering the masses of dancing bodies and lights, she grinned as the music blared in her ears, pulsating under her feet. laughs and shouts were hardly audible over the bass, and sam felt herself bouncing to the beat, slipping through the crowd until she found herself a seat by the bar, hopping up on one of the stools and scanning the crowd for someone she knew, or maybe someone she didn't. either way, she was simply in search of someone- strange being as the room as full of people. but sam was picky when it came to people she conversed with, or danced with.
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Post by ellery faith labelle on Jan 23, 2012 2:22:00 GMT -6
 I'LL GO A LITTLE CRAZY BECAUSE I'M LOSING MY MIND As of late, Ellery Labelle found that she was bored. Her typical activities would not do for tonight, as she was looking for something more. Somehow, while getting ready, the blonde came to the conclusion that she was going to buy out the local club owner. What else, besides going to a club, could be a better? Owning it, of course. Ellery knew that business would stay good, as she would make sure of it personally. All of the logistics would be handled by someone who actually cared and knew what they were doing. Team work, really. That and she didn't feel like getting into the heat that would go on between Glitter & Gold and the competition. Dressing up how she usually would to go out to the club, Ellery found herself in a black mini dress, cutting down in between her breasts to reveal a good amount of skin. To top off the figure-hugging dress, heels were naturally matched along with it. Amusement came easy to her on nearly anything thanks to the fact that other people didn't seem to have talents of any sort but the girls that walked around in heels and struggled, oh they made her day all over again. Prey just like that were what she didn't even have to scope for. Half of the time she even left her comments to herself because they were too easy. Leaving her hair to billow down around her shoulders, Ellery left her face all natural. She didn't need make-up, and therefore she left without it. There was business to attend to, after all. Leaving two hours earlier than she would to go to a club, she set up a meeting and just like that, she got her way. The club was now officially hers. Now, if she had been anyone else, attaining the club from the previous owner would have been a harder task said than done but things like this, well, they were her specialty. Smirking, her waved to one of the current security guards and left the room, planning to roam the night before letting the party start. Placing one foot in the other, Ellery listened to her heels make sounds on the ground with every step. clack, clack. To her, it was peaceful. Familiar. The blonde didn't do too well with anything new; at least not when it wasn't planned. The need for control was a must. Listening as she walked aimlessly in whatever direction her feet took her, it wasn't until she heard another set of heels making their way around the night that she looked up. Not too far off in the distance, another girl was standing there with a smoke in her hand. Urg. How filthy. Ellery had lived three hundred and twenty-two days and not once had she touched a cigarette. People really had to get more class these days. Vampire or not, it was deadly. However, when one is a vampire, it was deadly to the beauty of one's self. No wonder this girl picked cigarette's up. She was already trying too hard to look good, so why not top it off with something that was hardly attractive. There were some days where Ellery felt a small bit of niceness creeping up on her. This so called 'niceness' always wanted to do the same thing: teach a listen in how to beautiful, not disgusting and ugly. Or in other words, to be more like her. Simple, but in all honesty, Ellery wasn't willing to watch people try and be her. It was just too hard of a task for anyone who wasn't her. She was just to superior to them. Watching as the smoke was thrown to the ground, Ellery wrinkled her nose at the lingering smell and waited for the girl to disappear. Her appearance would not be hard to recall once she entered the club. Ellery was good with faces- just not names. Minutes went by as she stood there looking up at the night sky. Would she spent the first night owning the club she had walked away from in it with a girl, or would she leave it for teasing an innocent guy for a reason she no other than her own fun and games? At this point, it looked like the girl would win. Her intentions, well, that she wasn't sure of yet. The Labelle girl came off in several different ways. To some, she acted as if she were nice. You see, Ellery had a reputation for being a cruel person and yet, somehow, she was able to convince people that there was a better side to her. It was all an act. Ellery would become human before she found herself being genuinely nice to people. Her heart wasn't a kind one, so why force it in that direction? There need not a reason, because it wasn't going to happen. Wandering back in the direction of the club, the security guard that had been in the meeting was now standing at the door, guarding people from entering before what had to be done was completed. Walking beside the line, she whispered a dirty something in the guard's ear, smiled and then passed all those waiting to get in. The word would not have been around yet that the owner changed, and if it had been, who wouldn't have been revealed. At some point tonight, she was going to reveal just that but for now, her target was somewhere fishing for whatever she had come for tonight. At times, Ellery found herself curious. What did other people come to clubs for? Her reasons were always one of two things. It wasn't complicated in any matter. If anyone really watched the blonde girl, they would see that she had what could sort of be a routine. Sometimes it was changed up, but typically it was always because she had options such as the one she had contemplated on tonight. Perhaps, one day, if anyone intrigued her enough to get her attention, she would watch what they did from the distance. The knowledge was interesting, but in the span of her long life, no one had yet to catch her attention. A disappointment, really. It went to show that people were getting more bland and less worth her time by the decade. Making her way up to the bar, she took a shot before continuing her search. To outsiders, it would merely look like she was wasting time, looking for someone to approach. However, that was always how it looked. Ellery knew what she wanted at t his point and although it was early in the night, this was not abnormal. Her adventures were premeditated and rarely did she just pick out of the blew. Somehow, somewhere the person of her interest would have been spotted before, maybe even encountered with. Excluding the favourites she had picked up over the years (most of them guys, few girls that were harder targets, yet still so easy), new people were what would endure her night's time away. Simply looking at the ground, she wondered for a moment why she had yet to spot her. Vampires tended to stick out to her. That's when it hit her; had she misjudged out there? Was the girl she was looking for a human? Pausing in spot, she didn't care if others close to her were dancing, she just cared that she had actually spent her time looking for a human. Deep down, humans scared her for a reason she was never able to explain. It was then that she saw those god awful boots in front of her again and surely enough, upon taking a real look there she was. Oh whatever, maybe tonight was a night to go out of her comfort zone. Looking the opposite way that the girl was, she stepped forward and "accidently" bumped into her. "Oh, my apologies." she spoke, smiling that oh so believable, fake as hell, smile. credit to bittersweetworld for graphic. template by eliza @ shadowplay |
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Post by samantha rose warrington on Jan 24, 2012 16:01:17 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] the scene was good tonight. there were people dancing, drinking, spilling, laughing, talking. sam felt her feet tapping to the beat of the music, her feet itching to get on the dancefloor. but she waited, keeping herself in check until she was sure she saw an opening. the thing with sam was that she whiel she was reckless, she thought a lot. she wouldn't jump into a situation. the problem with that was, she aws ignorant to all the situations that she found herself slipping into, thinking she was smart about it. by believing she was superior to all that could have gone wrong, she left her guard down to the things she couldn't even fathom happening.
grinning as an opening appeared on the floor, next to a good looking guy no less, she jumped down from her perch on the bar stool. she was about to take a step when she was bumped, lightly enough to sustain balance but firm enough to have noticed it. she cast a sidelong glance at a young woman, who was already flashing her a smile with a quick apology. sam offered her own litling sort of grin, crooked in manner. her light blue eyes took in the woman's appearance- a classy sort of lady. she wore a black dress, short but tasteful enough for a place such as this, and her golden hair cascaded around her face, framing it in an appealing manner. sam quirked a brow, and shook her head, arms folding over her chest as she shifted her weight to her left hip. "no trouble, yeah." she replied smoothly, her voice naturally sharp but her tone cool and committed to what she was saying. "i've seen you here before." she added, nodding and lifting an arm to gesture around the place. "you seem pretty important to the establishment." sam's voice grew a bit more curious, a bit darker in tone.
that's right. nothing escaped the redhead's notice. she had indeed seen this young woman here much of the time, often weaving her way through the crowd with a look of disdain on her face, only to have it enveloped by a smile when she was caught in the sight of another. the staff here approached her with respect, as if she had a position, a job, in the higher ranks. quite frankly, sam wouldn't have doubted it if she did.
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