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Post by Feint Desei on Mar 12, 2009 22:56:39 GMT -5
you can waste your life [/b][/font] w i t h o u t m y h e l p[/font][/center] “Mm. Yes. Right there, Feint... Yes.”
He was more or less clawing at her sides, his hands gripping tightly onto her slim waist, certain to leave some pretty nasty bruises come the next morning. He had her pinned up against the wall of one of the bathroom stalls, her back pressed against the cooling paint as her long, sleek legs were wrapped around his waist. Her hands were running through his dark blonde hair and giving a few tugs here and there, releasing the energy that he was giving to her, enjoying herself quite tremendously. Of course he was enjoying himself too. Who in their right mind possibly wouldn’t be delighted to snag someone like this pretty little brunette?
“Yes... Say it again,” her silken voice purred into his ear, every single syllable that came out of her mouth velveteen and purely seducing. Her hips were grinding against his like a mechanical bull, and he was certainly giving the same rough ride as one would. “Say my name,” she stated again, the tone of her voice a bit more aggressive this time, but sultry nonetheless.
“Feint, right there... YES.”
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It was only probably twenty or so minutes since her playtime had come to a close, and as she walked out of the ladies' room, looking as suave and as polished and sophisticated as ever, all thoughts about her little appetizing snack by the name of Eric Gaines were completely abolished from her mind and would more than likely never be brought up again. She showed no remorse for what she had just done – sexually manipulating a man to draw him in and get him to be alone with her so that she could have a tad bit of fun before she finished him off and got her fill of both sex and blood for the week. Most werewolves had more civilized ways of eating, and looked down on how she enjoyed to play with her food before she ate it. Then again, what would be the fun in taking him out back behind the club and killing him off there before devouring him like monstrosities tend to do in stereotypical horror movies? Exactly. There wasn’t any fun in it. None whatsoever.
She lifted a hand and moved her dark brown bangs out of her face, her skin still a little clammy from the sweat that she had just broken out in not even half an hour prior. She moved with great ease down the hall and then took her own sweet time going back into the large room with the dance floor and stripper poles and bar. She still looked as calm and collected as ever, even after her fun time that she had spent with her meal.
She moved through the crowd easily and sat down on one of the leather couches that were situated off to the side for people that wanted to have make-out sessions or were just exhausted from dancing. She began people watching, eyes surveying the many couples that were there tonight, absently looking back and forth between men and women, acting as if everything that had happened less than twenty minutes ago had not even existed. And that was one of the miraculous things about Feint – forgive and forget. Well, just the “forget” part, in her case.
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Post by Skyler Thompson on Mar 13, 2009 1:08:24 GMT -5
  All the lonely people, where do they all belong? The black haired boy was walking around the block with his three dogs. Kenei, which was a Shetland Sheepdog, Riot, who was a Skye terrier and Kira who was a Maltese. All three dogs, which he was active in the dog show ring with. It was kind of a double life for him. He loved being in the show ring, it felt like he belonged there. His heart had always been with Animals ever since a little boy, before the death of his beloved Alana who had saved his life. Skyler didn't like how he felt right now. He wasn't high and that wasn't normal for him. He had been sneaking drugs behind his Aunt's back. She knew that Sky had a problem, but she thought she was treating it pretty well, but she didn't know that giving Skyler so much freedom was making it worse, way worse. He had made "Friends" at school who could get him anything he had back home in Jersey. Well, drug wise. It's not like he wanted to be addicted! Okay, that was a lie. Skyler enjoyed it to the max. But he knew he was hurting his aunt and disgracing his dead parents. Skyler thought about his parents all the way to his house. He quickly snapped out of it though as he opened the door and let each of his puppies off the leash. He was bored and needed something to do. He hadn't been able to get his hands on any drugs, so getting high wasn't an option right now. He thought for a second and knew there was a club down the road. He didn't have to be at work tomorrow, so he could stay out all night and be totally hung over tomorrow! What a fun plan. He would have to find a way to get his aunt to let him go. He couldn't just say 'Oh yeah! I'm going to a club tonight, By the way!." no, he would have to think of a good lie. After a moment of thinking, he decided that he would tell her that he was going to be spending the night at his best friends house. Yes! She would lap that lie up just like a kitten laps up spilled milk. He walked into his room and began to rummage through his drawers. He pulled out a black "black sabbath" shirt and a pair of gray skinny jeans. he quickly got dressed and then walked into his bathroom to make himself all pretty for tonights fun and games. He plugged his black straightener into the wall outlet and waited for it to heat up. While that was heating up, he grabbed his eyeliner and made a thick ring around his eyes. The next thing he did was put his snake bites into his lip. He first washed them off in alcohol so his lip didn't get infected. I mean, come on! how gross would that be? He then put them into the holes and checked his straightener to see if it was warm enough to use on his jet black hair. It was warmed up to where he wanted it to be. He didn't want it so hot that it damaged his hair, but just hot enough to where it would make it stick straight. All he did was straighten the sides and his bangs. Once he was down with that task, he knelt down and started looking under the cabinet for his hair gel. he found it and began to spike the back of his hair up. Now that he was done, he walked into his room and got a bandanna to tie around his neck and a few wrist bands for his wrist. Now that he was all primped and ready, he walked into the living room and said "I'm staying with Kevin tonight. I love you!" and walked out of the door, giving each of his dogs a pat on the head before leaving. A pair of converse covered feet made their way down the bust street of Russia. It was such a different country than America which he was used to. It was a whole different culture. Skyler was glad for the change though, New Jersey was getting a little rough and he was in a rough position with some drug guys that he owed money to. Yeah, not fun. He found the sign that said "Club Cyanide" and knew this was the club that he was looking for. The bounced asked for his I.D and Skyler used the lie that he had used many times before. "I'm sorry, sir. My wallet was stolen and my boss is fedexing me a new one. But I can assure you, I'm 21." The man bought his lie and let him him. The loud music was exhilarating Skyler. It was something he loved. And there were people here. People he didn't know and he could get a chance to meet. Another thing he loved. Skyler was a very social person indeed. He figured he'd sit down for a bit before he ordered a drink of any sort. He knew he was going to get drunk as fuck tonight and he was going to love it. Closest thing to being high he had at the moment. He spotted a couch with a girl sitting on it. She was a total babe, but Skyler had a lot more respect for women then he led on to have. He walked up to her and smiled one of her beautiful smiles. "Hello there. Mind if I sit down?" He asked politely. Once he got his answer, he sat down beside the girl. "Hi! I'm Skyler." He introduced himself. He loved meeting new people, maybe he would gain a new friend.. or make out buddy. Which every one worked for Skyler. He wasn't a whore, but he didn't mind making out all the time or getting into a girls pants. But he had to be real drunk for that. And it didn't take a lot to get the small boy to that point. _____ Word count: 1,007 Tag: Feint Outfit: Clickie
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Post by Feint Desei on Mar 14, 2009 1:01:22 GMT -5
you can hang out with your friends [/b][/font] t h a t i s i f y o u h a v e a n y f r i e n d s[/font][/center] Normally she didn’t come to a place like this too often. Usually she tended to stray away from the act of drinking, but temperance wasn’t always necessarily her thing. Sure, alcohol didn’t always have the same affect on lycans as it did any regular human but even then she enjoyed getting wasted every now and then, just like any other person. Of course it took much, much more consumption for her to get enough to drink so that she couldn’t see completely straight. It was never a grand idea to drink seventeen shots of bourbon before it actually set in, but she had done it before. Talk about waking up with a huge hangover the next morning. She had actually had a hangover until several days later. That week had been a dreadful one to remember.
Clubs were always very entertaining to come to. There were always going to be those select few teenagers that thought that there were the shit because they had gotten fake IDs and had managed to get inside of the building. Then there were the older couples that came for a good night out of each other’s company and the occasional drink. And then you had the college kids that were there and constantly on the dance floor performing provocative moves and grinding and groping against each other to the point that they might as well have been sexing each other then and there in front of everybody in the place. To Feint, that was a rather disgusting display. You couldn’t completely call her a hypocrite for thinking that, however, because she disapproved in putting herself out on display like some of the girls with their dates were doing right now. She refused to put herself up for voyeurism. As much of a whore as she was she absolutely refused to do anything too horrible in a public place. A public place where others could easily see, that is. Hence the reason why she had just taken her little victim back to the restrooms and had her way with him there.
The music was loud and, with her inclined senses at a peak, it hurt her ears much more than it would have bothered anyone else in the club, less they happened to be immortal themselves. The techno sound of it was enough to drown out most of the conversation that was going on elsewhere in the club. If you just so happened to open your mouth to say something, you wouldn’t even be able to you’re your own voice. Instead it would be just a dull murmur coming from the back of your throat. Feint would have been able to hear herself better than most, and could even hear what most of the others in close proximity to her that were talking. There was a younger guy with a girl that was muttering something into her ear about how much he wanted her, and a group of younger looking high school kids that were still as giddy as could be about sneaking in to a place like this and actually getting away with it and not getting caught.
She had been too busy glancing around to notice that someone had approached her, and as she heard the new voice, now louder than all of the others, she, in one swift motion, turned her head to look in the direction which the newcomer stood, and immediately frowned when she saw the person. He was nothing more than a child, probably a junior or senior in high school, and had obviously snuck in on his own accord via a fake ID that he had bought off of somebody to use for purposes just like this, or maybe even drug deals, by the looks of it. She wasn’t going to deny that he was a decent looking boy, but god, he was just a child. Eighteen at tops. And yet here he was, standing in front of a woman who appeared to be at least in her very early twenties but had indeed been around for over a good five hundred years. If the boy had been intelligent, he would have known better than to come up to her in the first place. But nope, he was there, and, by the looks of it, he wasn’t going to be leaving anytime relatively soon. As she looked at him she began to regret that she had already had her fill for the evening. He would have certainly made a decent snack, if she hadn’t already gotten a hold of the other man that had served his purpose of dinner and a show.
She didn’t say anything at first as he asked if the seat beside her was taken and only stared up at him with a somewhat bored expression although she had a brow raised inquiringly at him. What made a child like that think that he was going to be able to get lucky with a woman at a place like this? And, even more than that, a woman like her? He really had no idea who he was messing with, and if he did, she was certain that he wouldn’t be trying to get into her pants or even talking to her. Fat chance. Well, it wasn’t hard to get into Feint’s pants, or, more correctly, have her get into a guy’s pants. She had found out over the years that being pretty had its perks and usually ended up in having you get your way all of the time.
The joys of looking impeccable.
As he introduced himself she realized just how perky he was and she couldn’t help but to smile back acidly at him. Oh, the poor thing. He actually thought that he had a chance with her. To Feint, the situation was laughable.
“Hi!” she replied with mock enthusiasm, her bitter smile vanishing from her face just as quickly as it had appeared, and she now looked annoyed with his presence. “I’m not interested.”
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