NationStates Jolt Archive

Lights, music, drinks, and money…All these thing describe the atmosphere of the newest and most exclusive night club in the N.S. world. Club nightshade was its name and to enter its walls you have to either have money, or power… and in some cases both. Its proprietor- Colderon Jason Zion lay hiding in the shadows of the first floor roof where a podium awaited him to speak to the masses. The many bands who where booked for the event arrived in style as their limos pulled up to the long Blood red carpet that spanned from the road to the door. Thousands of screaming people and thousands of camera flashes filled to night air as the guests filed in to the waiting area where security was busy checking access levels and handing out access cards to different levels of the building. Some where taken from the crowd of people and thrown back into the street, publicly disgraced and rejected.

The thump of the music inside was clear even outside the building. The people in the waiting crowd started to cheer as the music hit their ears. Lights and black lights strobed in unison with the beat of the music. The place was alive with rhythm. And with the arrival of the popular and wealthy, the time of the powerful came to light. Generals, CEOs, and national leaders from around the world. As they filed in they received as much press coverage as they could get. Taking as many pictures as they could and speaking with other influential people who where also waiting to go in. As they settled into the waiting area, they all began to speak to one another.. it was like the Grammy’s but an steroids. After some time of introductions all of the lights and music stopped and went dim. The people below confused and slightly worried created a lite hum sound as they discussed amongst themselves about why all the lights turned off. Then a sudden bright light erupted on the roof. Showing Colderon standing on the podium…

“Hello,….. and welcome to Club Nightshade. The best Nightclub to ever grace this planets face! I hope all of you are in for a good time. I have spared no expense in trying to ensure your entertainment. I would like to thank you all for attending this monumental occasion to celebrate the grand opening of Club Nightshade. All of you have been given access cards that will allow you to enter certain parts of the club, each with their own levels of entertainment. Some of you will not be leaving the first level, while others may reach the top of the building where the best awaits you. Now without further interruptions. Let the party begin!” spoke Colderon as he walked back into the shadows entering the building from a roof access door.

He quickly made his way to the front door before it was opened so that he may see the guests enter the club. His pride for the establishment was like none other. The first floor was like a palace with servants and bartenders everywhere. A main stage where the primer bands would perform. And “personnel” attendants that catered to the men of the group waited for the right ones to walk in, so that they may ensure a good time was achieved.

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Jack took a look at the night club and one thought came to his mind right away. What the hell did I get myself into this time? He took a look at what he was wearing one last time. His clothes were casual, but expansive very expansive. He walked up to the entrance where there were some guards.

"Hello, I'm Jack Bellow. CEO of AFTERBURNER, the leading cooperation in the mercenary business of aircraft. What do you have to do to get a damn drink here?"

a Black Limousine pulls up outside and out gets a Man dress in a Army Dress uniform,then two Lady dress to kill get out of it

Dawn looked down the block and then she saw it. "Whoa.." was all she had when the limo first passed the line of people.

She had been hearing a lot about this club, so earlier that week she had decided to go and check it out. The limo stopped in front of theclub and the door was opened for her. "Welcome Miss LaBiré," was all he said. As she walked into the club she heard in a couple of places in the line yelling "GeM!!!," and quickly continued into the club.

"Driver!" The female voice emitting from the backseat of the limo sounded irritated. "Are you sure you know where you're going? It must of been over half an hour by now!" "Fifteen minutes Ma'am." The driver said in a calm voice. "And we're almost there." "That's what you said five... whoah." The car turned and the building came into full view. The twenty year old's eyes took on a look of childlike wonder, having been an orphan in a slum before she found out she was the heir to fully 1/6th of the largest corporation in Free Shepmagans, she had only seen so many large buildings in her life, and this one was stunning.

The Limo pulled to a stop at the entrance of the building, and she exited with a grace belying her youth. She glaced at tose being turned away and couldn't help but smirk, a year ago she'd be right there with them, probably ending up in a dive bar kicking a guy for getting too fresh with her, but tonight, she was a guest. Still smiling, the blonde confidently strode toward the entrance of the club, hoping that the men on the higher floors weren't all too old to dance.

Lord Halthor was tall, and supremely fit. He was dressed in a loose black karategi. When he was moving, he offered the impression of liquid, and when he was still, the impression of stone. Over his neck, face, and shaved skull, as well as over his forearms and hands- indeed, all over his body, although only the aforementioned parts were currently visible- he bore hundreds of crisscrossing red and black tatoos.

Even in this crowd, he turned heads, not a small number of them admiringly. His eyes, which seemed more like those belonging to cats than humans, returned few of these glances, as he strode confidently to the door.

"I am Lord Halthor," he said in a deep, melodious voice. "Of Kolvokia."

" How much longer? I want to see this place for myself." said Terry as he laid his head back on his plush chair.

The pilot smiled and looked back to the skies. His job was important. He was to deliver Terry Les Demones to the public. Terry had not been in the public eye for sometime. His near death experiences he had in other nations prompted him to stay out of the light for some time.

" Ok sir, 3 minutes till we reach the club." called the pilot as he started to turn towards the flurry of lights coming from the strange looking building.

Terry picked up his head and looked out the window to see the club building. It was indeed a site to be hold.

" Wow, I have to give Colderon his props... It is impressive. I wonder what it looks like inside. It does beg to ask... I wonder if I will find a woman in there that can still walk much less dance in the upper floors. From what I hear only the " Powerful" gain access there." said Terry as he looked out on to the skyline

" ok going down!" called out the pilot as he brought the chopper in to a fall and bringing it to a hover just above the road.

The Choppers loud roar was load and made many look. Terry opened the door and stepped out onto the carpet while the chopper flew away. Terry stood alone.

" Well I hope I'm not late. " said terry as he walked to the club....

bump for Raven

A black stretch Lincon Navigator pulled up the the main entrance of the new Club Nightshade, two secret service agents in black suits exited the vehicle and moved around where they opened the door...

Out stepped Cyrus Vespillio, son of King Anthony Vespillio of Osteia, he smiled for the camera's but watched as a helicoptor that just dropped a man off rose in the sky,

"Now that's an entrance..."

He turned to the beautiful italian woman who stepped out at his side, the both smiled as the camera's flashed. They appraoched the front door,

"Cyrus Vespillio, royal family of Osteia and my date Miss Anna Maria Bellomo"

The two walked into the club followed by the agents and the stretch lincon pulled away. Inside the club the lights danced all around in many different colurs, the DJ got the crowd going and people cheered, danced and were having a good time in every direction, Cyrus leaned towards his date,

"What do you think!"

She smiled and pulled him towards the dance floor without saying a word, the two body guards split up and kept them in their eye sight....

the three walk into the club and take a look around

"nice"said one of the girls than take's the hand of the other and pulled her towards the dance floor as the man they'er with walks over to the bar

Colderon Walked into the crowd of people who where enjoying the dance floor. The people seemed to be enjoying themselves well enough for now. But someone caught his eye. Someone who hasn't been seen for many years, the CEO of Weapons-tech Incorp.

" Terry... It has been to long. I hope you will be visiting the top floor tonight. Thats where the real party is." said Colderon as he passed behind Terrys back before moving on to meet Cyrus Vespillio who was dancing...

" Cyrus I presume. " said Colderon as he stopped to see him


OOC: I will meet everyone dont worry! and good to see you back WTI!

Cyrus turned to see a man standing behind him who knew who he was, but the thing was he had never seen him in his life but smiled and replyed...

"Yes..? how are you!" he spoke loudly leaning fowards..

Anna Maria gave the man a perfect, cute, sexy smile when she turned around to see what Cyrus was doing....

" I am the owner of this establishment. I want to welcome some of our...more exclusive guests. " said Colderon as he glanced to the lady giving a slightly seductive smile as hands Cyrus a special card giving him access to the top level.

" I certainly hope you both will join me for a few drinks. My treat." he said as he left the dance floor to meet other guests. Colderon was one to surround himself with importance.. it was like a drug.

Cyrus nodded his head quickly,

"It's really nice to meet you! i shall properly introduce myself, Cyrus Vespillio..it's my pleasure really, and i have to say this establishment goes beyond my expectations!"

He seen the smile and looked back at Anna Maria,

"Ohh..and that is Anna Maria"

He quickly turned his attention back to Colderon who passed him a card,

"Thank you! i look foward to these drinks!"

He watched as the owner strolled off to see more of his guests,

"Come on, we are going upstairs.. V.I.P i would imagine!"

He took Anna Maria's hand leading her off the dance floor in the direction to get up stairs....

OOC: Could you describe what it looks like..or if you have a picture? it would help me add my description better. thank you!

Jack finally got his drink. Problem. He had no freaking clue as to what it is. So, he stood near the bar. Drinking his (very strong) drink. He wasn't the type to dance, but several people came up to him and asked him to dance. He said no to all of them. He knew that most of those women that asked him were after his money. Sorry, there was one guy who asked him to dance. That was awkward.

Now he just stood there. Drinking a drink he wouldn't admit that was too strong for him, doing nothing. What the hell did he get himself into? He thought to himself, again.

OOC: Sure the VIP area is very large with a completely glass dance floor, but I have to go so I will write more later. And everything is Crystal. Colored so that you can navigate it.

Jack finally got his drink. Problem. He had no freaking clue as to what it is. So, he stood near the bar. Drinking his (very strong) drink. He wasn't the type to dance, but several people came up to him and asked him to dance. He said no to all of them. He knew that most of those women that asked him were after his money. Sorry, there was one guy who asked him to dance. That was awkward.

Now he just stood there. Drinking a drink he wouldn't admit that was too strong for him, doing nothing. What the hell did he get himself into? He thought to himself, again.



" I hope your enjoying the drinks. Most of the drinks here are imported from Kornosia. They have some of the very best adult suited drinks on the market. I understand you are with AFTEBURNER. I have a few things to discuss with you. When you get a chance try to visit to top Floor. I have a drink that you will find absolutely wonderful." said Colderon as he handed the man a special card giving his access to the top floor.

"ussta fergin"said the man to himself as he watch the two girls dance

OOC: Come on Isa... I need more then that to make any kind of post....

OOC: Come on Isa... I need more then that to make any kind of post....

OOC i'm not going to get work up if you don't post to me

" I hope your enjoying the drinks. Most of the drinks here are imported from Kornosia. They have some of the very best adult suited drinks on the market. I understand you are with AFTEBURNER. I have a few things to discuss with you. When you get a chance try to visit to top Floor. I have a drink that you will find absolutely wonderful." said Colderon as he handed the man a special card giving his access to the top floor.

Jack took a look at the card. What is this for? He asked himself. Then he saw some stairs, I wonder what's up those stairs? He walked up to the stairs and went to the top floor. One thought came to his mind when he got to the top floor.

What the hell did I get myself into? However, the drinks there changed his mind about the club and he started to lighten up a little. Which meant he got himself more drinks.

Lord Halthor stood, quietly sipping his drank, and watching the various leaders and CEOs and socialites dance. He had danced for a while, with a variety of astonishingly beautiful women - the best looks money can buy, he thought, and then put it aside as too cynical for his duties tonight- as well as a few men. He had never really understood the obsessions foreigners often held about the gender of their partners, despite his frequent attempts to emphasize as fully as possible with non-Kolvokians.

He had taken a break less because of physical fatigue, and more because his vantage point at the bar let him study the people better. His eyes latched on to Colderon, who appeared to be making rounds and handing out some kind of cards. He watched with interest. A prince, a CEO, that fellow who had arrived in the helicopter. An interesting assortment, and they seemed to be drifting towards the stairs.

He had been considering dancing again, a woman -barely- a heiress from Free Shepmagans if he remembered correctly, had caught his eye. However, he decided that perhaps it would be best to keep an eye on Colderon, especially as it was his club.

A man of average height in a fine tailored suit walks towards the door of the club from his black limousine. He stares at the bouncer with his cold gray eyes and says, "I vould li-eke to enter dis clube. My name eis Mikhail Bondarenko, Moskva Defence Systeems." He shows the bouncer his invitation, slightly rumpled, and the bouncer gives him a wave.

Well, that was the hard part, The man thinks. No, he reminds himself, the hard part was finding Bondarenko, and silently sending him off to Hades. Eh, One less Russian "businessman" to worry about. He walks towards the bar and orders a drink.

The Azure colored Rolls Royce drove up toward the entryway and a single figure stepped out from the back. The car drove away as he stood. The man was about 6 foot in height with a solid muscular build, he wore a smart black suit, tieless, and of expensive make and cut but practical at the same time and a light blue undershirt. His long black hair was tied in a poytail and contained no gels or oils to hold it in place; his skin was a light bronze color of a healthy tan and his eyes were so dark as to nearly be black but they showed a great depth of personality.
He purposefully strode up to the main entryway and presented his invitation, watign paitiently for confirmation.

Saint Benard I
Monarch of SaintB

OOC: No worries. I'm not going crazy here. My person is supposed to be an intel officer, and cuz my country has neither money nor power, we killed off a Russian mobster/businessman to get in.

As soon as Dawn walked into the Club she was astounded, everything seemed to be moving with a vibe. She saw a number of people were in a group surrounding some one or something. "I guess i should see what all the hubbub is about."

There was a man standing in the center of everyone, but what he was saying she coulden't hear. Dawn asked the person next to her who he was, and he quickly said, "that's Colderon Jason Zion he owns this club." She went up to introduce herself.

the two girl now Exhaust from dancing head over to the man they came with
"having fun"ask the man
"yes but could use a drink"said one of the girls
"barman two vodka and a wild turkey'said the Man

"your wearing Dragon Skin under that jacket"ask the other girl
"yes Tasha like i all ways do"said the Man

The man whose name was not Mikhail walked over to the bar, unobtrusively scanning the area for threats, opportunities. He orders a dry martini, sitting down near a rather arrogant seeming man. The other man's disdain was barely concealed. this is what they sent me here for, "Mikhail" thought, To hob-knob with the rich and powerful. "So, your Lordliniss," the Russian businessman said in his best english, "How ess Kolvokia theesse deys?"

The young woman made her appearence with the slightest of movments. Her graceful walk was like a swan gliding over glass-like water in the cool mountian air, just as a light mist of fog blanketed it. This caught Colderons attention as he always looked for the finest in life. Colderon waded though the sea of flesh that composed his attending crowd, and made his way to meet this young lady.

" Hello... My name is Colderon... Colderon Jason Zion. I own this establishment... I* hope you are enjoying yourself...?" he asked hoping to not be taken as to forward.

Ryan Dobenicz, CEO of Skyetech Industries and principle manager of Dobenicz Investments (as well as many other ventures), was one of the wealthiest men in The Community. Shockingly, he was not actually that famous in Siap, though, but this was because he paid top dollar to stay out of the press. He smiled at the thought. Then only people worth my time will know me.

As was almost compulsory to a Siapian, he swallowed a small white tab a mile back in the car. This happened to be 2c-T-7. As he got out of the car, a sleek custom car he had designed and built from the ground up (it vaguely resembled the Adam's Probe, with more reserved contours and paint job), his enormous physique showed no sign of the tumultous rush that was slowly churning inside of him. A tall, and visibly muscular man, his face and build conveyed him to be a twenty-something year old who looked young for his age.

As soon as he entered the club, he gracefully but humbly strode over to the bar. "Double vodka and soda. Twist of lime. Please." he breathed, facing the dance floor as the people and lights began a steady crescendo.

It was not long before someone had one to many drinks and became unruly. And the unfortunate target was the newest guest to walk through the doors and ordered a double Vodka with aoda and a twist of lime. The man who was quicklt becoming a problem was an unknown who had money becuase it was given to him through the inheritant grapevine.

" Hey... I.. I think I dont....um... I dont like your drink ord..order. In fac... I dont ike you... " said the man as he slapped the drink on to the floor and pushed the Siapian man.

Ryan laughed as he let the force of the push send him backwards into the bar, toppling over several drinks. He had a naturally high pain tolerance and with the substance coursing though his veins it was like the feeling one experiences when falling in a dream. "Listen, fuckball..." he said, smiling widely, "...how about I buy you another drink and you don't come near me for the rest of the night, k?" He said, slowly steadying himself on his feet, and discretely raising his open hands, anticipating another attack.

"barman one Silver bullet (martini cocktail)"askTasha
"so is there word"sak Tasha talking to the Man
"she indeed knock up"said the Man
"ha knew it"said the other Lady

Lord Halthor turned to the man. "Russian, da?" He said, and launched into that language fairly fluently. "Kolvokia is doing well. We have just concluded a war with the Carbandians, with the attendant boost in the economy. I am rather afraid, however, that I have not had the pleasure of meeting you yet."

At that moment there was a loud crash. Halthor's head whipped away from the Russian towards the disturbance. "Well," he said, his eyes darting back and forth between the two belligerents, "Perhaps this evening won't be a complete bore after all."

The Drunk man gave no heed to Ryan's plea for peace as he took a bottle from behind the bar and broke it making a crude weapons of sorts. The drunk man then started to swing the glass weapon at Ryan with complete disregard for the safety of others around him.

Ryan smiled slightly as he stepped back and allowed the man to swing at him, keeping his left hand raised while his right hand went behind his back and grabbed a highball off of the bar. In a fluid motion Ryan heaved the glass into the man's face and followed it up with a swift kick to the groin and launched a powerful left hook into the side of the man's head. Ryan, in addition to being ambidextrous, was a proficient boxer in school. Although he never rejoined a league after being drafted into the army, he continued to practice with a fury that helped him keep his youthful appearance.

After he connected, Ryan quickly hopped away from the drunkard and backed slowly into the crowd.

Colderon Slowly made his way to see the person who just disrupted his nightclub. Colderon was not a very large man, but his mere presence made even gods tremble as he was like evil incarnate... and this demanded attention

" Hello. I couldn't help but notice you... roughed up an disorderly guest. And you did it with such finesse. Here...( hands him the top level access card ). I hope to see you there soon."

The young woman made her appearence with the slightest of movments. Her graceful walk was like a swan gliding over glass-like water in the cool mountian air, just as a light mist of fog blanketed it. This caught Colderons attention as he always looked for the finest in life. Colderon waded though the sea of flesh that composed his attending crowd, and made his way to meet this young lady.

" Hello... My name is Colderon... Colderon Jason Zion. I own this establishment... I* hope you are enjoying yourself...?" he asked hoping to not be taken as to forward.


Hello, my name's Dawn but im a singer who goes by the name of GeM (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/GeM). So far i've been having a good time but im not exactly aquainted with most of the other people here.

The combined surge of adrenaline and drugs gave Ryan a rush that he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Double vodka and soda, lime!" He shouted to the bartender. He looked at the card in his hand. Where did this come from? He launched himself deep into thought and then remembered flooring the drunk and a rather intimidating man handing him the card. Perhaps it wasn't a man, but rather the Earth itself. He thought. Either way, I need to calm down. He thought, taking his drink.

Ryan briefly scanned the room for anyone who had an objection with his drink order and then promptly downed it. "Need another." He took the second one and downed it. "Another." He took the third one and drank about half of it and left money on the table that amounted to the cost of his drinks and a 200% tip. "Sorry 'bout the mess." He said, making his way across the floor and eagerly to the top level.

Benard I deliberatly walked into the interior of the club and looked around, he pocketed his invitation and watched with seeming detachment a fight break out by the bar. At the conclusion he once more scanned the room and headed off seemingly at random as he treid to gain a feel for this place. The music was good as far as club music went... not that he had spent much time in clubs in the past though. He had recieved an invitation from the heads of Raven Corps and in the interest of politics he had not declined, but if he had little reason to stay he would likely soon be going.

Spring had arisen from the long winter in the lavishly ornate city of Suntura, a beautiful gem set amid the blossoming nation of A New Hope. Suntura had become the most beautiful city in The Reich, and with due reason....the sun now rising on the city, casting golden light that sparkled through the city that seemed to signify the archways to a heavenly place.

Centralia, already awake, enjoying every sunrise this city had to offer, took her usual stroll down a winding forest path. She found her way to the ballroom, closed since the Christmas ball.....it was her most favorite sight in Suntura, even more so when the lights where lit and shining in the evening. Turning through a maze of hidden pathways, she emerged onto the main street of Suntura, to visit her friends. Shop owners swept the sidewalks and waved kindly to her as she passed them by, stopping a moment with each one to see how their businesses and families were doing. Suntura was not only a beautiful city, but one of the few family centered cities left in The Reich. Here entire families owned and worked in the same business and often you would enter shops to find a family enjoying a meal or game and be invited to participate alongside of them in their festivities. Suntura was above all though, a simple city, removed from the violence and greed of the modern world around it....making it a highly sought out city to those seeking escape.

Reaching her home, she removed her running sneakers and walked barefoot across the floor, embracing the feel of coldness on the soles of her feet. Before she could make it into the kitchen, however, a man emerged from behind her, and tightly grasped his hands over her eyes. "Guess who," his deep seductive voice echoed in the silent room.

"Aristes!" she exclaimed, turning around to embrace him. "I've missed you! What brings you back here? I thought you were in Whitecastle on a mission."

Aristes, a broad shouldered man, dark hair and eyes, an embodiment of The Reich, merely shrugged and swept Centralia over to the staircase. "Get dressed. Our plane leaves in an hour. I have your bags already packed and sent to the airport. I think you'll find this event rather interesting," he added with a wink as he settled down into a chair in the foyer, waiting for Centralia to finish.

Returning downstairs, Centralia donned a white flowing summer dress. Her auburn hair was pinned up with small stunning hair pieces shaped in small flowers; she wore no other jewelry though. Aristes smiled at Centralia, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Perfect," he grinned as she weaved her hand through his arm.

"Now where are we going?" she asked inquisitively as they stepped into a carriage outside of her home.

"To have some fun," was all he said as the carriage carried them off toward the airport. She smiled her contagious genuine smile, happy to be living in this moment, as she passed her friends on the main street, waving and kissing them all "good-byes" as they headed toward the airport.

Once arriving at the airport, they stepped off, to be surrounded by men dressed in pressed uniforms who bore no emotion on their faces. "Sir, we were requested to accompany you both."

Aristes merely waved his gloved hand, "That will not be necessary. We will be in safe hands and far from the reaches of The Reich. There is nothing to fear but having a good time."

Unsure, the guards stepped back, and allowed the two to head toward their plane. "As you insist, sir."


The plane ride went without complications. Centralia stared out in awe at the passing lands they traveled over while Aristes long since had succumbed to sleep. It took an entire day with three stops to finally reach their destination. Aristes, having made all the plans for this trip without Centralia’s knowledge, merely gathered her up and walked her to an awaiting carriage, as he ordered. Although carriages were becoming increasingly harder to come by, it was mostly what the two traveled in, being that the rarity of horses in The Reich meant one was of great influence to own or even travel by them.

Rounding the corner, the music heard loudly from outside, Centralia stared up at the massive building surrounded by so many people eager to get in. Her eyes lit up with excitement….how she loved entertainment. “Oh thank you brother!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly as they rolled to a stop behind a gathering line of limousines. Seemingly outdated, Aristes laughed, thinking perhaps he should have joined the crowd rather then standing out as such. Shrugging though, he smiled to his sister, knowing she would have wanted nothing less.

“Club NightShade, my dear,” Aristes said as he spread his gloved hand out before him. “I heard it was an exclusive top-notch club, having a very selective audience. I must admit, it was not easy making arrangements to come here. I hope that you will enjoy your time here,” he spoke loudly over the music and crowd.

“Oh I shall Aristes, I shall….” Centralia spoke with awe, the light reflecting from her eyes, as she looked amid the crowd, her smile widening from ear to ear.

When it was their turn to ride up to the red carpet, Aristes stepped out first, taking Centralia by the hand and guiding her out of the carriage. Centralia stepped delicately onto the carpet, her eyes sparkling in the light and her smile overjoyed. “I had never walked one of these,” she spoke softly, amazed at the softness in which her feet sunk into it. They walked slowly toward the club’s entrance, allowing Centralia to enjoy every moment. Stopping before the bouncer, Aristes merely nodded politely, “Greetings sir, we are Aristes and Centralia of Suntura, A New Hope. I hope we are not intruding. May we enter please?”

~ "Nightshade, huh? Seems fitting for this hour ..."

Stepping out of a sleek, black sports car, Tomasso Graffane (http://exclusivesuits.com/images/T/white_citilites_31_3_max.jpg) adjusted his custom-made white tuxedo as he tossed his car keys to a nearby vallet.

" Do take good care of her: she's a personal favorite, alright?"

For extra insurance, and just because he was feeling generous at the moment, he slid a 50 Contanti bill into the young man's hand, who took the note with gratitude as he slid behind the wheel of the car and drove away, leaving nothing between the exquisite club and Tomasso except the red carpet.

He walked at a steady pace towards the club, and he could already feel the bass of the music in the club reverberating through the ground. The red carpet was lined with hundreds of people, all trying to get into the club by any means possible. If it weren't for who I am, I would have never gotten in here in my entire life, Tomasso quipped to himself with a slight smirk.

Standing at the doors, he found himself next to Aristes and Centralia as a doorman came towards him. He nodded to get his attention, and the man came over with a clipboard rather quickly.

" Tomi Graffane, owner of Graffane Auto Manufacturers. I believe I'm on the list ..."~

Tiberius got out of his limo at took a look upp at the club. Immediatly, a smile cracked across his face as he began to move to the front of the line. Around him, four bodyguards made sure that nobody had anythimg to say about the new guy cutting up ahead. Tiberius counted out one thousand USD's, and prepared to hand them over to the bouncer as a thank you for the early admittance.

One the four corners of the block, black BMW's parked, each with a team of three well armed men. The tints on the windows were too dark to allow the onlooker to see what was inside the cars, but the men all were able to see out. Should anything happen inside the club, the Griffincrest Corporation was going to be sure that nothing would happen to Tiberius.

Tasha runs her fingers through her hair as the Man hums Mad World to himself
"whats up"ask the other Female with them
"nothing Cindy "said the Man
"nothing my sweet ass"said Cindy

"you do have a sweet ass"said the Man
"don't change the point"said Tasha now taking part in the talk
"just back to the thalack"said the Man

"mm"said Cindy as she and Tasha rest their head on his chest

"Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight,Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?"sang Tasha softly to herself and the other two

~ Tommasso felt a shove in his back, and whirled around to see Tiberius about to hand the bouncer a wad of bills to get in to the club. As he was about to warn him for knocking into him, Tomi took a closer look to see four men rather close to this new man, and upon even closer inspection, he could tell that they were his bodyguards, and were most likely armed with something.

Thinking it best to just let the slight pass, Tomasso took the friendly course and held out a hand to the new man while they both waited to get in to Club NightShade. He grinned broadly as he introduced himself, glad that he had a chance to visit a new country, meet new people, and once again see what life outside of Nueve Italia was like.

" Hey there, name's Tomi, what about you?"~

A nice place for a club, yes indeed. Benard was enjoying himself a bit, watching people dance and drinking on a soda. He supposed it was a small blessing of sorts that in the world he was not a very well known or prostigious world leader; he may have found himself caught up in peace or alliance talks, or a request for aid of some sort, or about the Shardstorm project. It was nice to relax, he watched the corwd and the people entering the door searching for anyone he might recognize, so he could greet or avoid them as necesary.

Txam "the Gravedigger" Damnthroat pulled his overcoat up, hiding his face from the club's inhabitants. His fedora was pulled down low, and his overcoat hid all manner of wonderful things. Txam peered about, watching various famous and rich people cavort and do things that coul potentially ruin thier career.

Thats why he was there.

What kind of nightclub didn't have drugs? Dance Music without ecstasy? Rich people without cocaine? Military men who weren't doing PCP? Teens without weed? Children without "Cheese" Heroin? What kind of travesty would that be? So Txam had been sent to supply any partiers with whatever they needed.

His booth was far, and in a dark corner. A lit cigar poked out of his coat, the red glow the only indication he was there. If anybody wanted to feel good, they would know who to talk to. So Txam relaxed, took a puff, and waited.

Cyrus and Anna Maria made their way into Club Nightshades V.I.P. They both were amased at their luxurious surroundings,

"Simply amasing darling, have a seat i will get us drinks"

He smiled and turned to watch the sexy woman walk over to a comfortable looking booth and have a seat, Cyrus Vespillio ordered his two drinks then strolled over to join his date,

"Cyrus, do you have any Yayo?"

He shook his head taking a sip of his drink then took a cigar from inside his suit jacket,

"No darling, you killed it on the way here..."

"Find some?"

She gave him a sexy seductive smile, he hesitated briefly then slid out of the booth,

"Just for you my love....your lucky you'll be MY queen some day"

She giggled, Cyrus looked around the V.I.P for anyone who looked as if they sold drugs but seen none so he went back downstairs to continue his search. Back home in Osteia Cyrus secretly funded and assisted some operations of the nations most powerful drug lord, Antonio D'lacosta, and they were also on a personal level and got along quite well. The young Prince was involved in many things that his father would be outraged upon finding out....

Then Cyrus spotted a lone man sitting a dark corner with his fedora pulled low, a dim light made him barely visible..Cyrus decided to approach and investigate....

"Hello! Cyrus vespillio! may i buy you a drink?"

He smiled and awaited a reply....

The man's Zambi accent was heavy, a mix of south african and russian.
"No thank you, I have to be sober when I work. My profession deals with certain chemicals and powders that require a level head to manage." He smiled beneath his overcoat. "But I wouldn't want to bore a young, successful man like yourself with such boring talk."

Of course the smile couldn't be seen, but it was there all the less.

The man's Zambi accent was heavy, a mix of south african and russian.
"No thank you, I have to be sober when I work. My profession deals with certain chemicals and powders that require a level head to manage." He smiled beneath his overcoat. "But I wouldn't want to bore a young, successful man like yourself with such boring talk."

Of course the smile couldn't be seen, but it was there all the less.

Cyrus gestured towards the seat then sat down across from the shady charactor,

"Of course friend, i know another gentleman who is in the same field as yourself i presume?, perhalps you have hard of him? Antonio D'lacosta? from Osteia? and you are not boring me sir, as i am quite interested in your work.."

He took a puff of his cigar then reached into his coat pocket removing another cigar in a case and slid it towards the man across the table...

"How nice of you. Well since it seems you know the criminal world fairly well, I'll come right out with it. I got what you need." He lit up the cigar. "I saw the little honey you came with. Interested in some Georgia Home Boy? Or perhaps your tastes are for something else, eh? Whatever it is I can assure you I have it."

"How nice of you. Well since it seems you know the criminal world fairly well, I'll come right out with it. I got what you need." He lit up the cigar. "I saw the little honey you came with. Interested in some Georgia Home Boy? Or perhaps your tastes are for something else, eh? Whatever it is I can assure you I have it."

Cyrus grinned,

"Very good then! have i already introduced myself...? aww..if not...Cyrus Vespillio, Prince...Cyrus Vespillio of Osteia.."

He reached outwards to grip the mans hand. Cyrus was not one of those princes who always had his nose in the air, he was calm, cool, relaxed and an over all decent guy who loved to mingle with the common people...

"I was hoping that you would happen to have some good mechandise on you..and i could pass the word on of your presence here at the club upstairs should anyone happen to need your services..but..at this time, for myself i was wondering if you have some Yayo my friend"

After a brief pause he continued..

"See..that girl i came with happens to like it..and..like it..quite a bit..heh..myself well, i experiment with it at times..nothing serious of course.."

"And are you sure about that drink?"

He grinned..

OOC: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=llello just shadowing thought this was relevent

"Ah. Yeyo, coke, snow, c, flake, blow, lady. Cocaine. Of course. It all depends on how much you want my friend? 90 bucks a gram, and this is a good price for the kinda shit i'm selling."

OOC: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=llello just shadowing thought this was relevent

OOC: The hispanics spell it "llello." Anybody else spells it Yeyo.

OOC: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=llello just shadowing thought this was relevent

OOC: VERY interesting..thanks man.. hehe

"Ah. Yeyo, coke, snow, c, flake, blow, lady. Cocaine. Of course. It all depends on how much you want my friend? 90 bucks a gram, and this is a good price for the kinda shit i'm selling."

Cyrus shrugged removing his wallet from inside his coat pocket, he opened it up and took out a large wad of cash and counted it quickly..

"I will take...ten..i am not sure if i am returning home tonight, i will take your word that it is as good as you say..therefore.."

He slid 1100 USD across the table,

"That should do my friend yes?"

OOC: The hispanics spell it "llello." Anybody else spells it Yeyo.

OOC: So true....

Cyrus shrugged removing his wallet from inside his coat pocket, he opened it up and took out a large wad of cash and counted it quickly..

"I will take...ten..i am not sure if i am returning home tonight, i will take your word that it is as good as you say..therefore.."

He slid 1100 USD across the table,

"That should do my friend yes?"

Ten grams? By gods, he's going to kill himself! "Yes that will be fine." 10 small bags full of white powder slid underneath the table and into the young man's hand. "A pleasure to do bussiness with you. If you've got any friends who need my services, send em my way."

In The Community, the presence of people like Txam were very common in clubs. There trades were legal and heavily regulated in fact. But Ryan new to be a little more careful with this one.


walking up to the man, he asked, "You carry any of the magical half dozen?" The tab he took earlier was beginning to wear off.

Ten grams? By gods, he's going to kill himself! "Yes that will be fine." 10 small bags full of white powder slid underneath the table and into the young man's hand. "A pleasure to do bussiness with you. If you've got any friends who need my services, send em my way."

Cyrus nodded and took the baggys, inspected them briefly in the palm of his hand them put them inside his suit jacket pocket, the mans facial expression showed he was shocked at the amount Cyrus requested but the prince decided to say nothing in his own defence, he simply smiled... He knew he would probably spend a night or two in the city and attend the club afew times before returning home to Osteia,

"It has been a pleasure doing buisness with you mr?"

He was interrupted by a gentleman who had just approached, he turned and smiled but didn't speak as the man was talking to the dealer...

In The Community, the presence of people like Txam were very common in clubs. There trades were legal and heavily regulated in fact. But Ryan new to be a little more careful with this one.


walking up to the man, he asked, "You carry any of the magical half dozen?" The tab he took earlier was beginning to wear off.

Txam chuckled. "Kid, this is a bussiness. Your gonna have ta cut the slang if you wanna get any of the product."

Txam chuckled. "Kid, this is a bussiness. Your gonna have ta cut the slang if you wanna get any of the product."

Im pushing 40. Ryan thought. "Mescaline? Eternity? STP?" He was suprised for these were not too uncommon in Siap.

Cyrus flicked his cigar in the ashtray and sat there minding his own buisness, he knew Anna Maria would still be waiting but he was interested in speaking with this gentleman at the time....

~ Tommasso felt a shove in his back, and whirled around to see Tiberius about to hand the bouncer a wad of bills to get in to the club. As he was about to warn him for knocking into him, Tomi took a closer look to see four men rather close to this new man, and upon even closer inspection, he could tell that they were his bodyguards, and were most likely armed with something.

Thinking it best to just let the slight pass, Tomasso took the friendly course and held out a hand to the new man while they both waited to get in to Club NightShade. He grinned broadly as he introduced himself, glad that he had a chance to visit a new country, meet new people, and once again see what life outside of Nueve Italia was like.

" Hey there, name's Tomi, what about you?"~

Tiberius looked at this new man, somewhat glad to meet someone at the club so early. Now at least he would have somebody to talk to that wasn't being paid to be there.

"Tomi, eh? My name is Tiberius...nice suit"

Tiberius was wearing an untucked white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and a pair of khakisand expensive dress shoes. His guards all wore tight black tee shirts and khakis.

Once inside the club, one of the guards, a man in his late forties from the looks of his short salt and pepper hair and the lines in his face, immediatly moved towards a catwalk to take up an over watch position, and another walked up to the bar, trying to look inconspicous as he watched the bartender, making sure that nothing harmful would be dropped into Tiberius's drink.

The other two guards remained with the son of the CEO, making sure that nothing happened that Tiberius didn't want.

Im pushing 40. Ryan thought. "Mescaline? Eternity? STP?" He was suprised for these were not too uncommon in Siap.

"Ahhhh. Well what kind my friend? You want the pure shit or the more...natural stuff. I got some peyote, acid, shrooms, DMT if you got the nads for it, and of course the refined Mescaline."

Cyrus nodded and spoke to the men,

"I leave you to your buisness, have a good evening gentleman..and..sir..we will meet again"

He nodded to the dealer and stood up walking back towards the V.I.P when he seen a familar face...

That is Tiberius Griffincrest...i seen his picture before..

Cyrus vespillio walked up to the bar and turned to Tiberius,

"Mr. Griffincrest! how are you this evening?"

He smiled and extended his hand, he hoped he had heard him over the loud music that pounded through out the club....

"Ahhhh. Well what kind my friend? You want the pure shit or the more...natural stuff. I got some peyote, acid, shrooms, DMT if you got the nads for it, and of course the refined Mescaline."

"I'm still coming off a trip, so give me two hundred mils of the pure stuff to keep me alive for the eveing." He said, sliding bills on the table.

Cyrus nodded and spoke to the men,

"I leave you to your buisness, have a good evening gentleman..and..sir..we will meet again"

He nodded to the dealer and stood up walking back towards the V.I.P when he seen a familar face...

That is Tiberius Griffincrest...i seen his picture before..

Cyrus vespillio walked up to the bar and turned to Tiberius,

"Mr. Griffincrest! how are you this evening?"

He smiled and extended his hand, he hoped he had heard him over the loud music that pounded through out the club....

"I'm doing alright...I'm sorry but do I know you?" Tiberius responded, returning the handshake.

Tiberius was a rather large man, about six foot two, with a muscular build and piercing grey eyes. The eyes he inherited from his father, but the build was all his own. His hair was short, gelled up into a spiky flip in the front, and on his face he had a very short black goatee. He was a rather handsome man, and would likely be easily recognized, as he was something of a celebrity in the Confederacy and likely appeared in at least a few magazines and television shows elsewhere.

"I'm doing alright...I'm sorry but do I know you?" Tiberius responded, returning the handshake.

Tiberius was a rather large man, about six foot two, with a muscular build and piercing grey eyes. The eyes he inherited from his father, but the build was all his own. His hair was short, gelled up into a spiky flip in the front, and on his face he had a very short black goatee. He was a rather handsome man, and would likely be easily recognized, as he was something of a celebrity in the Confederacy and likely appeared in at least a few magazines and television shows elsewhere.

"Cyrus Vespillio of Osteia, Prince..Vespillio"

He ordered his drink then turned back to Tiberius,

"I recognized your face from pictures i had seen, it's a pleasure..and what are you drinking?"

Cyrus stood about 6ft tall, black slicked back hair, clean shaven, bright blue eyes, a muscular build and wore a tan coloured Armani suit with a red shirt, the top buttons undone revealing small gold chain with dimonds in the links...

He lifted his drink to his mouth taking a sip, on his pinky finger was a gold ring with a diamond the size of a beer cap on it...

"Cyrus Vespillio of Osteia, Prince..Vespillio"

He ordered his drink then turned back to Tiberius,

"I recognized your face from pictures i had seen, it's a pleasure..and what are you drinking?"

Cyrus stood about 6ft tall, black slicked back hair, clean shaven, bright blue eyes, a muscular build and wore a tan coloured Armani suit with a red shirt, the top buttons undone revealing small gold chain with dimonds in the links...

He lifted his drink to his mouth taking a sip, on his pinky finger was a gold ring with a diamond the size of a beer cap on it...

"That's some rock you've got there. How much did that cost you?" Tiberius said when he caught sight of the diamond on the prince's finger.

Meanwhile, a bodyguard walked over to the bar and order an Amoretto sour for Tiberius. Upon recieving it, he took a small sip to make sure it was alright, sent it back for a bit more sour, took another sip, and then threw some credits on the counter and proceeded back to Tiberius and his new friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry Cyrus, this is my...uh..friend, Brutus"

"That's some rock you've got there. How much did that cost you?" Tiberius said when he caught sight of the diamond on the prince's finger.

Meanwhile, a bodyguard walked over to the bar and order an Amoretto sour for Tiberius. Upon recieving it, he took a small sip to make sure it was alright, sent it back for a bit more sour, took another sip, and then threw some credits on the counter and proceeded back to Tiberius and his new friend.

"Oh, I'm sorry Cyrus, this is my...uh..friend, Brutus"

Cyrus grinned and looked at the diamond on his finger,

"Ohh! that...it was a gift from my father when i turned 16, so..it cost me nothing?"

He laughed,

"I never asked how much it cost him.....you like it?"

He took another sip of his drink and continued,

"It's fine, hello Brutus! Cyrus Vespillio, it's nice to meet you..i have afew of my own men here in the club tonight"

He grinned then moved his suit jacket to the side revealing a chrome, black and gold Beretta 93R under his left arm,

"All the sercurity i need..but my father insists i bring guards ahaha"

He pulled his jacket back and smoothed it out...

"Where is Mr.Colderon...he should be comming by to give you one of these cards for the V.I.P section at anytime..i have a young lady waiting for me upstairs but i will stay down here have have a drink with you as i have heard much about your family and you seem like a good fellow"

The Prince nodded lifting his drink to tap glasses with Tiberius...

~ Upon finally getting into Club NightShade, Tomasso took a quick scan around and realized that, with the exclusion of Tiberius (Whom I could actually include anyway ...), he knew no one in the area. Graffane Auto Manufactureres was a domestic company, with no other factories outside of Nueve Italia, but their exports were to an unparallelled degree: retailers for the company existed in almost every nation, as the cars that Tomasso prided himself on were quite popular due to design, performance, and, to some people, were considered a collector's item, although that was mainly due to the past owners of GAM, who included Tomi's father and grandfather.

Deciding that company would possibly come to him, the businessman made his way to the bar, and was pleased to see that a bartender was waiting to take his order before he even got close to his chosen seat.

" What'll it be, sir?" he asked as he was preparing a drink for another customer.

Without even browsing over the varied bottles and glasses behind the bar, Tomasso responded without missing a beat, " I'll have a glass of amaretto, dry, please."

With a nod, the bartender went off to fetch the drink as Tomi turned his back and leaned against the bar, surveying the crowds.

Nice place ...~

The man stood at the base of the club, his golden eyes hidden behind sun glasses that never left his face. His back cover was flawless; it took a week for most all relevant databases to be updated.

“Mr. Jacob Metzger” the ID read, Vice President of Mergers and Acquisitions of the Black Sea Consortium, an apparently trillion-dollar strong company that served no purpose other than to make money. His suit was immaculate: black, silk lined, red tie, and expensive black leather gloves.

“Jacob Metzger” he spoke in a hypnotic voice. “I have an invitation,” a forgery, but the best that could be arranged on such short notice. He slipped $10,000 into the Guard’s pocket. He pushed into the night club, his three non-ferrous weapons would go undetected. He himself was handsome but forgettable.

The music pulsed, but he wasn’t here to dance… not that kind at least. He was looking for someone, someone who would not be leaving alive. Tiberius Griffencrest… he’d be given a warning if the opportunity presented itself. He looked around, staying out of notice. A drug dealer of some sort was peddling his wares in the corner. He’d make an excellent patsy, should it come to that. He went to the bar… he’d have to do so to avoid suspicion.

“Water in a Collins glass, twist of lime” he ordered, sliding a $100 bill over the table.

Tonight would be a long night.

The music was great in the first floor where the most people would be. And Colderon was still making his rounds. He looked around and said good bye to the young lady Dawn... But not before getting close to her ear and placing a VIP card into the top of her dress in between her breast.

He over heard the conversation...

Cyrus grinned and looked at the diamond on his finger,

"Ohh! that...it was a gift from my father when i turned 16, so..it cost me nothing?"

He laughed,

"I never asked how much it cost him.....you like it?"

He took another sip of his drink and continued,

"It's fine, hello Brutus! Cyrus Vespillio, it's nice to meet you..i have afew of my own men here in the club tonight"

He grinned then moved his suit jacket to the side revealing a chrome, black and gold Beretta 93R under his left arm,

"All the sercurity i need..but my father insists i bring guards ahaha"

He pulled his jacket back and smoothed it out...

"Where is Mr.Colderon...he should be comming by to give you one of these cards for the V.I.P section at anytime..i have a young lady waiting for me upstairs but i will stay down here have have a drink with you as i have heard much about your family and you seem like a good fellow"

The Prince nodded lifting his drink to tap glasses with Tiberius...

Colderon walked over to see the men having drinks and saw the nicely designed weapon. Colderon couldn't resist as he walked up behind Cyrus and placed his Gold plated Weapons-tech X-8 magnum with Blood ruby studded grip. And said

" If you going to be flashy... make sure it shines gold. Hello gentlemen I am Colderon Jason Zion- owner of this night club. I hope that you are enjoying yourselves here. But this is only the first Level... the real party is in the third level. Which, I have the cards for. ( passing them to the men) . Please don't be shy. In about 1 hours I will make my apeareance soon and will start the real party."

The music was great in the first floor where the most people would be. And Colderon was still making his rounds. He looked around and said good bye to the young lady Dawn... But not before getting close to her ear and placing a VIP card into the top of her dress in between her breast.

"I'll see you later at the party on the third floor Mr. Zion." said Dawn beaming after he placed the VIP card on her dress. She then walked over towards some of the other clubbers to mingle.

~ Taking a sip from his drink, Tomasso Graffane continued to look around the area, until he spied Colderon talking to a few other men nearby him. He saw the card change owners, and could not help wonder what it was.

Still, if he was to get one, than it wasn't going to be from standing by himself. Grabbing his amaretto and taking another gulp, he strode casually over to the men, who at the moment were admiring eachother's pistols (which Tomi had made sure he had his GEMI P-7 .45 ACP).

As he approached, he held out his hand towards Colderon, thinking it proper to introduce himself at least.

" Mister Zion, I presume? Nice to meet you, name's Tomi Graffane."~

Colderon looked over from his back and saw the man speaking to him.

" Mister Zion, I presume? Nice to meet you, name's Tomi Graffane."~

Colderon smiled and turned back around to the people he was with and said:

" Excuse me one second I will be right."

Colderon then turned around all the way and gave the man a firm hand shake. Colderon noticed the firmness he received back...

" You know Tomi. A man can tell a lot about someone by how he shakes another's hand. You have a very firm... strong handshake. I like strong men. People I like to have around me at all time. For if I surround myself with strong people then I can draw on their strength to use it for my own. Take this. It a key card that will give you access to the top floor party area. Don't be shy. And bring a pencil and piece of paper... you may want to keep some numbers." said Colderon as he turned back to speak with the others.

" So Tiberius I believe it is. All is good I hope? I heard that The griffencrest company hit a rough patch in the stocks... nothing to bad I hope?" asked Colderon as he looked around yet again looking at Dawn as she went to the elevator.

Ryan turned around to see that he was back in the VIP room. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the dealer he had been talking to wasn't there anymore. Maybe I don't need anymore he thought as he slowly ambled over to the bar again and ordered a 7&7.

The man stood at the base of the club, his golden eyes hidden behind sun glasses that never left his face. His back cover was flawless; it took a week for most all relevant databases to be updated.

“Mr. Jacob Metzger” the ID read, Vice President of Mergers and Acquisitions of the Black Sea Consortium, an apparently trillion-dollar strong company that served no purpose other than to make money. His suit was immaculate: black, silk lined, red tie, and expensive black leather gloves.

“Jacob Metzger” he spoke in a hypnotic voice. “I have an invitation,” a forgery, but the best that could be arranged on such short notice. He slipped $10,000 into the Guard’s pocket. He pushed into the night club, his three non-ferrous weapons would go undetected. He himself was handsome but forgettable.

The music pulsed, but he wasn’t here to dance… not that kind at least. He was looking for someone, someone who would not be leaving alive. Tiberius Griffencrest… he’d be given a warning if the opportunity presented itself. He looked around, staying out of notice. A drug dealer of some sort was peddling his wares in the corner. He’d make an excellent patsy, should it come to that. He went to the bar… he’d have to do so to avoid suspicion.

“Water in a Collins glass, twist of lime” he ordered, sliding a $100 bill over the table.

Tonight would be a long night.

OOC: Hey everyone thanks for RPing in the Club. I am sorry if you think I haven't replied to you or think I am ignoring you! I have had a lot to do lately and I am trying to catch up. So keep RPing with each other And have some fun.


Within the Club there are people who are never seen because they simply don't wont to be seen Although so however are paid to remain hidden in public and perform duties of peace and stability... or so they say.

“Water in a Collins glass, twist of lime”

Aegies a formidable looking man walked over to the bar just as Jacob Metzger ordered his drink.

" A fine choice. I might suggest putting a small lemon peel as well gives it a slight sour back-taste. not easy to catch at first but you taste it later in a very mild way..... Non-Ferrous weapons are permitted here. but can not be used. ( Aegies gets close to his ear.) *Unless you are going to be using them against the right people. I am sure Tiberius is your target.*( sits back ) Don't be alarmed I have trained with the best assassins in the world and have killed most of them. My employer wishes for you to see him on the third floor. Don't sak questions just go. Or you will never leave this club."

Ryan turned around to see that he was back in the VIP room. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the dealer he had been talking to wasn't there anymore. Maybe I don't need anymore he thought as he slowly ambled over to the bar again and ordered a 7&7.

"Sir. I have to warn you that you appear to be severely intoxicated. As such I will have to increase to price of the drinks. " said the bartender as he gave Ryan his drink.

"Sir. I have to warn you that you appear to be severely intoxicated. As such I will have to increase to price of the drinks. " said the bartender as he gave Ryan his drink.

Ryan, like anyone else faced with the accusation of being overly intoxicated, felt a brief surge of anger. However that passed in less than a second, when he realized he didn't want to be the person he had layed out earlier. "I guess we all get old sometime." He mentioned, sliding over the extra money.

The Bartender nodded and took the money. As Ryan mentioned getting old the bartender tapped his shoulder.

" I have a special... pill. It matabilizes Alcohol and other chemical very quickly letting you drink more and not feel the effects. I can sell you some for a low price of $2000" said the bartender as he took a small black tin tube from his coat pocket

" but if you think you have had enough I can always get another customer." he said as he started to put it back.....

"If I didn't want to the effects of alcohol and twilight, I wouldn't drink or pop." He smiled, looking down at the drink. The brownish liquid was softening. The reflection of the lights were dimming and everything was becoming more subdued.

Its so, beautiful, so meaningful. His mind began to roam. It was a sort of, Satori, an enlightened topology, as the grains of the wood in the counter rise up to greet the...

He rubbed his eyes. "Its just, you know, I feel like if I take more stuff, I'll just be writing another check with my nose that my ass with have to cash later."

These feelings, this rush, he knew was normal. That was the problem. It was all so dramatic. These great ups and downs. One minute he was kicking ass, the next he was contemplating the meaning of his life while the colors were trying to say something to him.

The bartender just listened as he placed his tube back into his pocket. The Bartender had heard so many people like him, looking into the glass hoping to find some sort of meaning to this short time on earth... many never find it in their glasses. The colors of the drinks can give one a false sense of meaning, a false sense of understanding to what you think you know about this life. But the Bartender just polished his ornate solid Lead crystal Glass one by one just listening.

"go dance"said the Man as he hit's Tasha and Cindy on the ass
"ok baby"said Tasha as she runs a finger down the scar on the mans left face cheek then heads to the dance floor with Cindy

A relativity unknown man walked up to the ass slapping man and commented on his girls..:

" Nice my-friend nice. So Where you from? I hail from the slowest place on earth... Concordia City , Kornosia. " said the man as he sat back on the bar admiring the girls asses.

After being allotted permission to enter the premises of Club Nightshade, Centralia slowly walked in with the loyal Aristes at her side. She had never been to a club like this before and took simple pleasure in her surroundings. The music was nothing like she had heard and there were so many people there, all together in one building, that it simply fascinated her.

Centralia turned to Aristes, looking at him with sparkling eyes, "Oh Aristes, thank you!" she gasped in utter delight. Spinning around, she ran off, her white summer dress drifting with her.

Seeing a gathering at the bar, she ran over, losing Aristes in the crowd of people in the midst of her plight. Energetically flagging the bartender, she sheepishly leaned forward. "May I please have a drink? I think a nice Hennessy and Hypnotic would be wonderful right now!" her enthusiastic voice rang out, blending the ear to ear wonderful smile she had.

A young man came inside the club, along with a beautiful young woman. This man was the son of a Rhodesian African government leader, his name was Vincent Jansen. The young woman beside him was Klara, his Dutch girlfriend. Klara was a very attractive young woman, having all the good features, curves, etc.

As Vincent went to order some drinks, Klara stayed at the table, watching the people dance. "Perhaps Vincent and I will dance?" Klara thought as she watched them.

Vincent approached the bartender and said: "Excuse me. Can you make me two martinis?"

A relativity unknown man walked up to the ass slapping man and commented on his girls..:

" Nice my-friend nice. So Where you from? I hail from the slowest place on earth... Concordia City , Kornosia. " said the man as he sat back on the bar admiring the girls asses.

"The Shadow Empire of Imperial"said the Man as he watchs the Two girls dance

The bartender Smiled and Nodded towards the super energetic girl.

" One Hypnotic and one Hennessy coming up. It'll be just one second." said the bartender as he took the bottles and put some finesse into the creation of the drinks. The flips where world class as he poured the drinks sliding them over to the young lady.

" Enjoy the drinks.... Compliments of Colderon Jason Zion. All First drinks are on the house to night with select drinks!" said the Bartender as he took another order.

But this energy also attracted the less desirable... the low-lives of the club. An older man quickly approached her..

" Hello there. Names John ... John Barrnoia I own a small private jet business. what do you say we fly outta here and fly into each others bodies?" said the man as he made weird and cheesy eye and mouth gestures at her.

After Ryan finished his drink and leaving a healthy tip, he sauntered over to the bathroom and locked himself in a toilet cubicle, where he promptly emptied the contents of his stomach. After continuously emptying and purging whatever had been inside that was keeping him down, he vaulted to his feet again, completely full of energy.

Rinsing his face with water and popping a small piece of mint gum into his mouth, he felt ecstatic. This is happening. Now! The sound of the music surged through his veins. If he felt fifty going in to the bathroom, he felt twenty coming out.

Instead of sauntering like an old man, he regained his youthful glide across the club floor. He quickly departed the VIP room and made his way to the dance floor. Ordinarily, he hated dancing, but now it drew him like a light to a moth.

A young man came inside the club, along with a beautiful young woman. This man was the son of a Rhodesian African government leader, his name was Vincent Jansen. The young woman beside him was Klara, his Dutch girlfriend. Klara was a very attractive young woman, having all the good features, curves, etc.

As Vincent went to order some drinks, Klara stayed at the table, watching the people dance. "Perhaps Vincent and I will dance?" Klara thought as she watched them.

Vincent approached the bartender and said: "Excuse me. Can you make me two martinis?"

" Yes sir. Two Marios coming up right away sir. " said the Bartender as he started to make the drinks. The two glasses the bartender pulled out where unusually tall and skinny compared to the short round type most where used to seeing. After a small show he handed him his drinks and took another order.

As Vincent got the drinks a man walked over to Klara and asked:

" Hey now a pretty thing like you just sitting here with nothing to do... Come on lets dance!"

" Yes sir. Two Marios coming up right away sir. " said the Bartender as he started to make the drinks. The two glasses the bartender pulled out where unusually tall and skinny compared to the short round type most where used to seeing. After a small show he handed him his drinks and took another order.

As Vincent got the drinks a man walked over to Klara and asked:

" Hey now a pretty thing like you just sitting here with nothing to do... Come on lets dance!"

"Thank you for the drinks." Vincent said as he took the drinks to the table, but not before seeing Klara interacting with the man. He heard him ask her to dance with him, as well as she accepting.

Klara and the man danced together on the dance floor, he could see Klara was a good dancer. As for Vincent, he did not intervene but watched closely. If the man tried to do anything to her, he would intervene. He took a sip from his martini and continued to watch Klara dance with the man.

"The Shadow Empire of Imperial"said the Man as he watchs the Two girls dance

" I bet you tap that shit every night! Not to many girls like that in Kornosia. Most are coveted by the Trinity church. And by Alexis Vineyards. Those guys have a ton of girls. But no one can touch them. They belong to Alexis himself.... greedy basterd." said the man

Centralia, amazed in the splendid display of drink making, could not remove her eyes from the bartender. Even as her drink slid to a stop before her, she continued to watch the bartender's skillful talent as she took small delicate sips of her drink.

That was....until a man who she had never seen before asked her to fly with him somewhere. She only heard a brief bit of what he said, behind the music and her fascination with the bartender's skill, she barely heard a thing.

"Oh I'm sorry sir. I have no need for a jet plane. Where I come from, we have plenty of planes and I do not handle business within my country, I apologize. Mein Fuhrer may be interested in buying a jet though. I can try to get you in contact with Mein Fuhrer, Der Fuhrer Dyszel, if you would like," Centralia mindlessly rambled on, her eyes unpeeling from the fast movements of the bartender as she took another sip of her drink.

"Thank you for the drinks." Vincent said as he took the drinks to the table, but not before seeing Klara interacting with the man. He heard him ask her to dance with him, as well as she accepting.

Klara and the man danced together on the dance floor, he could see Klara was a good dancer. As for Vincent, he did not intervene but watched closely. If the man tried to do anything to her, he would intervene. He took a sip from his martini and continued to watch Klara dance with the man.

OOC: jolt mixed up our posts..lol


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The man was considerate of Klara and did nothing that wasn't un-befitting at the club. Keeping his hands where she could see them at all times. But Klara was not to have all the fun. Vincent was to meet someone here as well. For walking over to him was a lady by the name of Jennifer Kage. She was a general manager of the Xantias Garrison, and her body was a testament to the kind of money she made.

" Hello... this seat taken?" she asked leaning over just enough to show he cleavage.

OOC: jolt mixed up our posts..lol


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The man was considerate of Klara and did nothing that wasn't un-befitting at the club. Keeping his hands where she could see them at all times. But Klara was not to have all the fun. Vincent was to meet someone here as well. For walking over to him was a lady by the name of Jennifer Kage. She was a general manager of the Xantias Garrison, and her body was a testament to the kind of money she made.

" Hello... this seat taken?" she asked leaning over just enough to show he cleavage.

Since there were three seats at the table, Vincent replied: "This seat is not taken." He did get a look at her cleavage but only for a bit as she sat down on the chair. For a bit, he looked at her, examining her, not like a pervert though.

"This nightclub, it is quite energetic, don't you think so?" Vincent said to Jennifer as he took a sip from his martini. He smiled at Jennifer and then swirled his martini for a bit. He thought the nightclub was energetic, the loud music, the people dancing and having a good time...

Klara seemed to have a good time dancing, she did keep an eye on the man's hands though, just to make sure that things ran smoothly during dancing. Klara smiled at the man as they danced, they were a pretty good dance team.

"I have heard that this is the best new place in the civilized world."

"That's what I like to hear."

The latter man, a tall, rather thin Errikan, adjusted his expensive black coat as he stepped from the limousine. The very large African man with the shaved head stood beside the door behind him.

"Looks interesting," Clayton Green, the Errikan man, said, stepping towards the entrance to the club. He wore all black, from his coat to the suit undernieth, and it stood in stark contrast to his quite pale skin, light blue eyes, and fair blond hair. His comrade's features were an even greater contrast; the thin, clean shaven Errikan stood beside a dark, tank of a man, whose short, twisted beard stuck out. Of course, he was not to be Green's company in the club.

Green turned and reached down to help her out of the limousine. A stunning young woman, dressed in a tight, rather scant dress, stepped from the cab.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, my dear," Green said before nodding to the African man, "Etre vigilant, mais s'amuser, Deruk." Deruk nodded, closing the door before advancing behind the pair towards the club.

Centralia, amazed in the splendid display of drink making, could not remove her eyes from the bartender. Even as her drink slid to a stop before her, she continued to watch the bartender's skillful talent as she took small delicate sips of her drink.

That was....until a man who she had never seen before asked her fly with him somewhere. She only heard a brief bit of what he said, behind the music and her fascination with the bartender's skill, she barely heard a thing.

"Oh I'm sorry sir. I have no need for a jet plane. Where I come from, we have plenty of planes and I do not handle business within my country, I apologize. Mein Fuhrer might be interested in buying jet though. I can try to get you in contact with Mein Fuhrer, Der Fuhrer Dyszel, if you would like," Centralia mindlessly rambled on, her eyes unpeeling from the fast movements of the bartender as she took another sip of her drink.

The man was not to happy about being ignored as he quickly placed his hand on her arm and angrily spoke saying:

" Maybe your just stupid and dont know what you need." he said . His eyes firmly transfixed on her.

The Bartender that had just previously taken care of her order saw the man grab her arm, which was a strictly prohibited action. With a small tap on his wrist he called the clubs bouncers. It was not longer then 2 seconds that the bouncers arrived. The man who grabbed her arm looked around and saw he was surrounded, but still never let go.

" Sir... If you are indeed a sir- please disengage your tentacle from the young lady's arm before I forcefully remove it and reattach it in the incorrect location."

" I bet you tap that shit every night! Not to many girls like that in Kornosia. Most are coveted by the Trinity church. And by Alexis Vineyards. Those guys have a ton of girls. But no one can touch them. They belong to Alexis himself.... greedy basterd." said the man

"before only when i was on R&R back home now most nights when not on duty"said the Man

Fear, true dread, and confusion filled Centralia's eyes as her glass slipped from her hand and landed in hundreds of shards upon the floor. She looked deep into the man's eyes, horror filling her own, as she felt his tightening grip on her arm. Even as the man surrounded, his grip only tightened, refusing to let go as she continued to stare into his eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Sir, please, forgive me! I am not Mein Fuhrer! I cannot make these decisions!" Centralia begged, crying over the music loudly so that if the bouncers surrounding the mysterious man had not created enough of a scene, her pleas certainly had. Attracting the attention of those nearby, Centralia continued to stare into the man's eyes, refusing to remove them for even the slightest second to see what else was happening around her.


The scene itself was enough to engage Aristes, who broke into a full forced run, pushing people out of his way as he made his way toward Centralia, knowing in his heart that she was in trouble. When he saw that trained professionals had already responded, he took a step back, not wanting to create an even bigger scene.


"Please sir, let me go," Centralia innocently pleaded, "I have done you no wrong."

Since there were three seats at the table, Vincent replied: "This seat is not taken." He did get a look at her cleavage but only for a bit as she sat down on the chair. For a bit, he looked at her, examining her, not like a pervert though.

"This nightclub, it is quite energetic, don't you think so?" Vincent said to Jennifer as he took a sip from his martini. He smiled at Jennifer and then swirled his martini for a bit. He thought the nightclub was energetic, the loud music, the people dancing and having a good time...

Klara seemed to have a good time dancing, she did keep an eye on the man's hands though, just to make sure that things ran smoothly during dancing. Klara smiled at the man as they danced, they were a pretty good dance team.


Jennifer put her hands into the air and snapped once. It was not much longer that a server brought her a small fizzy drink with a scorpion tail hanging out the top rim. She took a small sip from it; the scorpion venom was minimal and added a slight buzzing numbness to her tongue. As she swallowed the drink she licked her lips to make her lips tingle.

She then put the drink down and turned to Vincent.

" Tell me. Whats someone like you doing here... in the bottom floor. I would have figured you would have been given access to the top floor?" she said as she flipped her hair ever so slightly , letting it drape her breast.

"I have heard that this is the best new place in the civilized world."

"That's what I like to hear."

The latter man, a tall, rather thin Errikan, adjusted his expensive black coat as he stepped from the limousine. The very large African man with the shaved head stood beside the door behind him.

"Looks interesting," Clayton Green, the Errikan man, said, stepping towards the entrance to the club. He wore all black, from his coat to the suit undernieth, and it stood in stark contrast to his quite pale skin, light blue eyes, and fair blond hair. His comrade's features were an even greater contrast; the thin, clean shaven Errikan stood beside a dark, tank of a man, whose short, twisted beard stuck out. Of course, he was not to be Green's company in the club.

Green turned and reached down to help her out of the limousine. A stunning young woman, dressed in a tight, rather scant dress, stepped from the cab.

"You look absolutely gorgeous, my dear," Green said before nodding to the African man, "Etre vigilant, mais s'amuser, Deruk." Deruk nodded, closing the door before advancing behind the pair towards the club.

The guard at the front took notice as the Erikkan group started to approach the front door. He awaited them, holding a special card in his hand. As they approached he quickly spoke.

" Hello and welcome to Club nightshade. Colderon is expecting you." handing the card out to them.

[QUOTE=Raven corps;12779421]Jennifer put her hands into the air and snapped once. It was not much longer that a server brought her a small fizzy drink with a scorpion tail hanging out the top rim. She took a small sip from it; the scorpion venom was minimal and added a slight buzzing numbness to her tongue. As she swallowed the drink she licked her lips to make her lips tingle.

She then put the drink down and turned to Vincent.

" Tell me. Whats someone like you doing here... in the bottom floor. I would have figured you would have been given access to the top floor?" she said as she flipped her hair ever so slightly , letting it drape her breast. QUOTE]

"I am here with my girlfriend, just hoping to have a good time. I read about this club back home and I thought it would be nice to visit. As for me not being in the top floor, no one has told me about that." Vincent replied.

Jennifer put her hands into the air and snapped once. It was not much longer that a server brought her a small fizzy drink with a scorpion tail hanging out the top rim. She took a small sip from it; the scorpion venom was minimal and added a slight buzzing numbness to her tongue. As she swallowed the drink she licked her lips to make her lips tingle.

She then put the drink down and turned to Vincent.

" Tell me. Whats someone like you doing here... in the bottom floor. I would have figured you would have been given access to the top floor?" she said as she flipped her hair ever so slightly , letting it drape her breast.

"I am here with my girlfriend, just hoping to have a good time. I read about this club back home and I thought it would be nice to visit. As for me not being in the top floor, no one has told me about obtaining access." Vincent replied.

"before only when i was on R&R back home now most nights when not on duty"said the Man


" Damn, I bet you could blow some serious loads on them. I means serious loads. .. Sorry, here I am talking about them that way and you don't even know my name. I'm Daniel Rocken, Alexis winery storage manager."

Fear, true dread, and confusion filled Centralia's eyes as her glass slipped from her hand and landed in hundreds of shards upon the floor. She looked deep into the man's eyes, horror filling her own, as she felt his tightening grip on her arm. Even as the man surrounded, his grip only tightened, refusing to let go as she continued to stare into his eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Sir, please, forgive me! I am not Mein Fuhrer! I cannot make these decisions!" Centralia begged, crying over the music loudly so that if the bouncers surrounding the mysterious man had not created enough of a scene, her pleas certainly had. Attracting the attention of those nearby, Centralia continued to stare into the man's eyes, refusing to remove them for even the slightest second to see what else was happening around her.


The scene itself was enough to engage Aristes, who broke into a full forced run, pushing people out of his way as he made his way toward Centralia, knowing in his heart that she was in trouble. When he saw that trained professionals had already responded, he took a step back, not wanting to create an even bigger scene.


"Please sir, let me go," Centralia innocently pleaded, "I have done you no wrong."

Ryan had discretely slipped off of the dance floor and tapped the man the bouncers were restraining. As soon as his head turned around, Ryan launched his fist into the man's face.

Ryan promptly dropped back and sat on the other stool next to the young woman. "Your lucky. I got decked earlier and nobody came for me. Can I buy you a drink?"

The guard at the front took notice as the Erikkan group started to approach the front door. He awaited them, holding a special card in his hand. As they approached he quickly spoke.

" Hello and welcome to Club nightshade. Colderon is expecting you." handing the card out to them.

"Thank you," Green said, taking the card. He then entered the club, bearing the girl on his arm and Deruk at his back. A quick glance about the club brought a minor sigh of awe from the girl, and they walked down the floor.

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OOC: What about my post above?

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Fear, true dread, and confusion filled Centralia's eyes as her glass slipped from her hand and landed in hundreds of shards upon the floor. She looked deep into the man's eyes, horror filling her own, as she felt his tightening grip on her arm. Even as the man surrounded, his grip only tightened, refusing to let go as she continued to stare into his eyes like a deer in headlights.

"Sir, please, forgive me! I am not Mein Fuhrer! I cannot make these decisions!" Centralia begged, crying over the music loudly so that if the bouncers surrounding the mysterious man had not created enough of a scene, her pleas certainly had. Attracting the attention of those nearby, Centralia continued to stare into the man's eyes, refusing to remove them for even the slightest second to see what else was happening around her.


The scene itself was enough to engage Aristes, who broke into a full forced run, pushing people out of his way as he made his way toward Centralia, knowing in his heart that she was in trouble. When he saw that trained professionals had already responded, he took a step back, not wanting to create an even bigger scene.


"Please sir, let me go," Centralia innocently pleaded, "I have done you no wrong."

No... Wrong!, you have dishonored me with your lies!' screamed the man as he got close to her face.

It was about that time Ryan clocked the man in the face. And the Bouncers 1 second later that the mans arm that had once been holding the lady's arm was soon snapped in a broken form above the man head. The bone, pushing against the mans skin on his arm gave way to swelling and bruising. The bouncers then brought the man to the floor smashing his face into the glass shards created from the dropped drink. the shards pierced the mans face. Most entered his cheek, others into the eye. the man screamed for a second before being gaged and dragged outside by his broken arm.

" I told you to let go.... you didn't listen. So where should this arm go?" asked the Bouncer as he took the man out back.

The scene created was large enough to attract Colderon who was heading to use the restroom. As he walked up he could see the young lady holding her arm holding back tears. Colderon approached her. His soft voice ( one rarely used) spoke saying:

" No one should ever have to worry about this happening. Especially in my club.I can assure you the man who touched you will never touch anything agins... a straw will be his only way of eating as well. Are you ok?"

"I am here with my girlfriend, just hoping to have a good time. I read about this club back home and I thought it would be nice to visit. As for me not being in the top floor, no one has told me about obtaining access." Vincent replied.

Jennifer laughed slightly as she pulled a card from her small purse. The red card read " Top Level access". She held it in front of Vincent and quietly asked

" Would you like to go?"

Jennifer laughed slightly as she pulled a card from her small purse. The red card read " Top Level access". She held it in front of Vincent and quietly asked

" Would you like to go?"

Vincent looked at the card for a bit and replied: "Though I would like to, I better not as my girlfriend may worry about where I am, but thank you for the offer though."

OOC: What about my post above?

[Witholding post]


Der Fuhrer Dyszel and Siap treat me post as what happened after the bouncers came and took him. I also added Ryans punch.

" Damn, I bet you could blow some serious loads on them. I means serious loads. .. Sorry, here I am talking about them that way and you don't even know my name. I'm Daniel Rocken, Alexis winery storage manager."

"you can call by my nickname Devil and watch how you talk about my mate and our girlfriend"said the Man

Jennifer looked over to the dance floor and watched his girlfriend dance to her hearts content. Jennifer then slowly turned her head back to Vincent while saying."

I think she is a little to preoccupied to notice or worry about anything right now. Besides, Are you a little boy.. or a man?" she asked while taking another sip of her drink.

Vincent thought about it for a while, and then decided to reply: "I change my mind, let's go to the top floor." He finished his martini and then got up, following Jennifer to the top floor.

Vincent looked at the card for a bit and replied: "Though I would like to, I better not. My girlfriend may worry about where I am, but thank you for the offer though."

Jennifer looked over to the dance floor and watched his girlfriend dance to her hearts content. Jennifer then slowly turned her head back to Vincent while saying."

I think she is a little to preoccupied to notice or worry about anything right now. Besides, Are you a little boy.. or a man?" she asked while taking another sip of her drink.

Centralia's eyes fixated on the strange man, watched intently as he was taken down and removed from the club. Two new men had approached her during the midst of her fiasco. Still feeling the fear inside her, the adrenaline rush, her heart heavily pounding, she rubbed her arm, trying to promote blood flow back into it.

"No one should ever have to worry about this happening. Especially in my club. I can assure you the man who touched you will never touch anything again... a straw will be his only way of eating as well. Are you ok?" a softly spoken man had asked her; the words replaying themselves several times inside her head until she could formulate a response.

"Thank you sir. I should be fine. He startled me more then anything. I have no idea what had upset him. I must have said something to have offended him. I am sure it was merely a misunderstanding," Centralia offered, her eyes although meeting his still filled with fear.

"And thank you too sir," she spoke to the other man, meeting his eyes slowly. "Another drink would be lovely right about now, thank you," she breathed a sigh of relief. "I was drinking Hennessy and Hypnotic," she added, looking down to the remains of her drink now splayed across the floor around her seat, the shards of glass covered in small droplets of blood.

Looking up from the mess, a small smile reappeared on her face, the glint of light-hearted humor filling her eyes again, "Does this count as a bar fight?"

"you can call by my nickname Devil and watch how you talk about my mate and our girlfriend"said the Man

Daniel knew when to back off. Placing his hands into the air . So what do you do in Imperial? some sort of government official, or something more low key?" he asked hoping to learn ore about the Isa man he is chatting with.

Tiberius tapped Cyrus' glass, and then took the card from Calderon.

"Everything is pretty good, my dad said something about a new acquisition, I don't really bother much into the company unless it involves me."

He then took a sip of his drink, and returned to talking

"So men, lets get some ladies eh?"

Centralia's eyes fixated on the strange man, watched intently as he was taken down and removed from the club. Two new men had approached her during the midst of her fiasco. Still feeling the fear inside her, the adrenaline rush, her heart heavily pounding, she rubbed her arm, trying to promote blood flow back into it.

"No one should ever have to worry about this happening. Especially in my club. I can assure you the man who touched you will never touch anything again... a straw will be his only way of eating as well. Are you ok?" a softly spoken man had asked her; the words replaying themselves several times inside her head until she could formulate a response.

"Thank you sir. I should be fine. He startled me more then anything. I have no idea what had upset him. I must have said something to have offended him. I am sure it was merely a misunderstanding," Centralia offered, her eyes although meeting his still filled with fear.

"And thank you too sir," she spoke to the other man, meeting his eyes slowly. "Another drink would be lovely right about now, thank you," she breathed a sigh of relief. "I was drinking Hennessy and Hypnotic," she added, looking down to the remains of her drink now splayed across the floor around her seat, the shards of glass covered in small droplets of blood.

Looking up from the mess, a small smile reappeared on her face, the glint of light-hearted humor filling her eyes again, "Does this count as a bar fight?"

Colderon could see she was returning to normal. And happy to be safe.

"Does this count as a bar fight?" she asked, whih Colderon replied humorously

" Yes I guess it does. Keep this up and I will have to enter you into a boxing match. Oh and Bartender buy this man a drink ( referring to Ryan ) and this drink is on the house ma'am. Please take this. It is the very least I can do for you. ( handing her a red card. ) . And you sir ( Ryan) Have you received this card yet. I see so many faces here its hard to tell them apart sometimes?" asked Colderon as he handed the cards over.

" are you with someone here.. miss...." asked Colderon as he lleaned his head over ever-so slightly to hear her answer.

"And thank you too sir," she spoke to the other man, meeting his eyes slowly. "Another drink would be lovely right about now, thank you. I was drinking Hennessy and Hypnotic," she added, looking down to the remains of her drink now splayed across the floor around her seat, the shards of glass covered in small droplets of blood.

Looking up a small smile reappeared on her face, the glint of light-hearted humor filling her eyes again, "Does this count as a bar fight?"

Ryan ordered her a Hennesy and Hypnotic and a gin and tonic for himself. "I suppose, but it shouldn't really because those thugs were holding him down."

Ryan looked at the bloody mess being dragged away. I'd hate to see what happened to the last guy. He thought.

"I'm Ryan, by the way."

The pair stepped up to the bar, the girl still clinging close to Green. She looked up, eyeing the various drinks and surrounding patrons.

"Hello, buddy," Green said to the tender, "I would like something strong. Something to really start the night off."

"Yes," the girl chimed in, giggling, "And give him something stronger," she motioned towards Deruk, "To ease the ugly." She giggled more at this, but Green hardly responded. She stopped for a moment.

"Please, dear. We are the ones who need to drink to ease the ugly."

She found this very funny, and he nodded to the tender, "Just something strong, please."

Vincent thought about it for a while, and then decided to reply: "I change my mind, let's go to the top floor." He finished his martini and then got up, following Jennifer to the top floor.

Jennifer smiled and touched Vincents hand slightly and brushed a crossed it. Her gentle and soft touch would be quite stimulating to any man. As she got up she pushed her butt out a little further then normal, not to be advertising, but ever-so seductively.

" Come on, its just a small elevator ride up. We will be dancing on solid glass when we get there so dont freak out on me!" She said as she pulled him to the elevator door on the othr side of the room.

Tiberius tapped Cyrus' glass, and then took the card from Calderon.

"Everything is pretty good, my dad said something about a new acquisition, I don't really bother much into the company unless it involves me."

He then took a sip of his drink, and returned to talking

"So men, lets get some ladies eh?"


Colderon smiled and watched the men walk off onto the floor to try and find a few girls for extra entertainment.

Jennifer smiled and touched Vincents hand slightly and brushed a crossed it. Her gentle and soft touch would be quite stimulating to any man. As she got up she pushed her butt out a little further then normal, not to be advertising, but ever-so seductively.

" Come on, its just a small elevator ride up. We will be dancing on solid glass when we get there so dont freak out on me!" She said as she pulled him to the elevator door on the othr side of the room.




Colderon smiled and watched the men walk off onto the floor to try and find a few girls for extra entertainment.

He felt her hand on his as they went up the stairs and to the elevator. When they were in the elevator, Vincent looked at Jennifer but did not reply to what she said, instead he thought about what the upper floor would be like.

Klara had went back to the table and saw Vincent was not there. She was a bit concerned but decided not to panic, thinking he was probably exploring the club. She decided to rest at the table from all the dancing she had done, and took a sip of her martini.

The pair stepped up to the bar, the girl still clinging close to Green. She looked up, eyeing the various drinks and surrounding patrons.

"Hello, buddy," Green said to the tender, "I would like something strong. Something to really start the night off."

"Yes," the girl chimed in, giggling, "And give him something stronger," she motioned towards Deruk, "To ease the ugly." She giggled more at this, but Green hardly responded. She stopped for a moment.

"Please, dear. We are the ones who need to drink to ease the ugly."

She found this very funny, and he nodded to the tender, "Just something strong, please."

The Bartender smiled and asked Green if he would like to try the "Colderon's blood". A special drink that was a shot of 120 proof liquor with a lemon peel and vodka and a scorpions tail that hung off the end.

"This is the strongest drink we have. It wont kill you but it also wont end your night quickly. Sure to pick up your night no matter how bad it starts off!" the bartender said as he pulled out the glasses.

Centralia smiled at his generosity, "Why thank you sir, thank you dearly," as she held the card in hand, turning it over and over, amazed with this place. "I'm sorry sir, but do you have a name?"

However, when the man inquired if she was with someone, she jumped up and gasped. "Aristes!...... Oh dear..... I lost him...." she looked through the masses of people, the music loudly playing, drowning her voice in the process, until she saw his reassuring presence standing off to the side, ever the present guard dog. "Oh! There he is," she exclaimed, pointing off to the side. "He is my brother. Always watching out for me. What else are big brothers good for?" she said with a wink, smiling and waving at Aristes in the process before turning back to the men.

"I must thank you both. I know I already have, but your kindness will not easily be forgotten. Make sure I leave with where I can contact you before I head for home. I'll send you a bottle of our Dictatorship's Finest to properly thank you both."


Taking her drink with Ryan, she took a sip. "Ever try one of these?"

The Bartender smiled and asked Green if he would like to try the "Colderon's blood". A special drink that was a shot of 120 proof liquor with a lemon peel and vodka and a scorpions tail that hung off the end.

"This is the strongest drink we have. It wont kill you but it also wont end your night quickly. Sure to pick up your night no matter how bad it starts off!" the bartender said as he pulled out the glasses.

"By God that sounds perfect," Green chuckled, "But I fear that may be too strong for my little friend here."

"I'll just take an appletini, please."

"Yes. So that will be two Colderon's bloods and one . . . appletini."

He felt her hand on his as they went up the stairs and to the elevator. When they were in the elevator, Vincent looked at Jennifer but did not reply to what she said, instead he thought about what the upper floor would be like.

Klara had went back to the table and saw Vincent was not there. She was a bit concerned but decided not to panic, thinking he was probably exploring the club. She decided to rest at the table from all the dancing she had done, and took a sip of her martini.

As the elevator stopped a slight smoke filed in from the doors edge. Jennifer kicked at the floor a bit, pushing the smoke around with the slight wind fro her foot. Jennifer smiled and said:

" Welcome to the top Floor.."

As the door opened the site of completely Glass floors, tables, and bar with dragon scale leather padding on the seats made of real redwood. The Bartender was Barmaster for the club had only the finest of quality drinks in his stock. Fiber optic cables the shown up from the floor made the floor look like it moved as waves of color changed back and forth. and on stage was a mixture of bands from around the world.

"I hope this is up to spec." Jennifer asked as she sat down on one of the seats.

As the elevator stopped a slight smoke filed in from the doors edge. Jennifer kicked at the floor a bit, pushing the smoke around with the slight wind fro her foot. Jennifer smiled and said:

" Welcome to the top Floor.."

As the door opened the site of completely Glass floors, tables, and bar with dragon scale leather padding on the seats made of real redwood. The Bartender was Barmaster for the club had only the finest of quality drinks in his stock. Fiber optic cables the shown up from the floor made the floor look like it moved as waves of color changed back and forth. and on stage was a mixture of bands from around the world.

"I hope this is up to spec." Jennifer asked as she sat down on one of the seats.

"Interesting." Vincent said as he looked around. Everything seemed so different from the lower floor. He got a good look at everything before he sat down at the table Jennifer was at.

"The upper floor is quite interesting, but there are not that much people here as there were on the lower floor." Vincent said to Jennifer as he sat down. He looked at Jennifer for a bit, before his head turned, his eyes going to watch the band that was playing on the stage.

Centralia smiled at his generosity, "Why thank you sir, thank you dearly," as she held the card in hand, turning it over and over, amazed with this place. "I'm sorry sir, but do you have a name?"

However, when the man inquired if she was with someone, she jumped up and gasped. "Aristes!...... Oh dear..... I lost him...." she looked through the masses of people, the music loudly playing, drowning her voice in the process, until she saw his reassuring presence standing off to the side, ever the present guard dog. "Oh! There he is," she exclaimed, pointing off to the side. "He is my brother. Always watching out for me. What else are big brothers good for?" she said with a wink, smiling and waving at Aristes in the process before turning back to the men.

"I must thank you both. I know I already have, but your kindness will not easily be forgotten. Make sure I leave with where I can contact you before I head for home. I'll send you a bottle of our Dictatorship's Finest to properly thank you both."


Taking her drink with Ryan, she took a sip. "Ever try one of these?"


Colderon smiled as she asked for his name:

" My name is Colderon... Colderon Jason Zion the 4th in full. I own the club. And yes I would love to keep in contact. Not everyday you meet someone with your looks and kindness."

Colderon then looked over at Aristes who was standing ever so ready to attack the next low-life that comes near her. Colderon then signaled for Aristes to come over so he may meet this woman brother and protector.

" Please Aristes, come and join us!" he called.

"By God that sounds perfect," Green chuckled, "But I fear that may be too strong for my little friend here."

"I'll just take an appletini, please."

"Yes. So that will be two Colderon's bloods and one . . . appletini."


The Bartender smiled and nodded then began his fancy drink mixing to please the people watching. AS the bartender finished the Aplletini, he slid it over to the woman and continued on the others. First the 120 proof which he lite on fire as he poured it. Upon blowing out the flames he poured in the vodka and placed the lemon peel in the glasses. Then the crowd got silent as he picked up two live Emperor Scorpions. The sound of the hissing as a great crowd pleaser. the Bartender then grabbed the insect and promptly snapping its tail off and hanging it over the rim. He then did it again for the other. the corwd cheered as he handed him the drinks.

Aristes stepped slowly from his post off to the side and moved closer, this time weaving his way through some people rather then barreling through them as he previously had.

Meeting Colderon, Aristes extended his gloved hand and nodded his head in acknowledgement to this man who had become acquainted to his sister. "Hello sir. Aristes of Suntura, A New Hope. How may I be of service to you?" his deep voice sounded, in even rhythm with the bass of the music. He poise and mannerisms almost all to clearly identifying himself as a diplomat of some sort.


"Aristes, this is Colderon Jason Zion the Fourth. He owns this place. And well....I guess my brother introduced himself," Centralia smiled gently.

"Interesting." Vincent said as he looked around. Everything seemed so different from the lower floor. He got a good look at everything before he sat down at the table Jennifer was at.

"The upper floor is quite interesting, but there are not that much people here as there were on the lower floor." Vincent said to Jennifer as he sat down. He looked at Jennifer for a bit, before his head turned, his eyes going to watch the band that was playing on the stage.


"To be expected. This is the VIP room for the VIP room you could say." said Jennifer with small giggle. Only a select few can come here. Well those and their dates. Careful not to look down to long a few people have gotten sick." she said while looking at the band.

"To be expected. This is the VIP room for the VIP room you could say." said Jennifer with small giggle. Only a select few can come here. Well those and their dates. Careful not to look down to long a few people have gotten sick." she said while looking at the band.

"A VIP room? I guess I am lucky to enjoy the privilege of being here in the upper floor." Vincent said as he watched the band. "By the way, I do not think I have asked you this, but what is your name?"

Tiberius watched as the drink was set ablaze, and could not resist but walk over and see what all of the commotion was about. As he began his walk over, his curiousity was further spurred by the pair of scorpions.

He soon came up behind the man who had just ordered the pair of drinks, and clapping him on the shoulder said "That is some drink you got there, what do you call it?"

Behind him, his two bodyguards did their best to look like they were not with Tiberius, but it was still obvious that they were.

"My brother was pretty good at beating the crap out of me." Ryan said smiling Aristes walked away. "My names Ryan, by the way." He said, sliding a business card across to her. "One of my firms is building a casino back in Siap. You should come visit it when it opens."

When asked about her drink, he replied honestly, "I haven't. How is it?"

The Bartender smiled and nodded then began his fancy drink mixing to please the people watching. AS the bartender finished the Aplletini, he slid it over to the woman and continued on the others. First the 120 proof which he lite on fire as he poured it. Upon blowing out the flames he poured in the vodka and placed the lemon peel in the glasses. Then the crowd got silent as he picked up two live Emperor Scorpions. The sound of the hissing as a great crowd pleaser. the Bartender then grabbed the insect and promptly snapping its tail off and hanging it over the rim. He then did it again for the other. the corwd cheered as he handed him the drinks.

"Quite entertaining," Green said, taking the drink in hand. The girl scooted out from under him for a moment, sipping her own drink and watching his warily. Deruk stepped forward to the bar, taking his own drink in hand as well.

"Bottoms up, my friend," he smiled before raising the glass. They both downed them simultaneously, invertabrates and all. Green leaned forward, bracing himself against the bar with one hand as Deruk rocked on his feet.

"Now that has a kick!" he gasped after a moment.

Daniel knew when to back off. Placing his hands into the air . So what do you do in Imperial? some sort of government official, or something more low key?" he asked hoping to learn ore about the Isa man he is chatting with.

"i'am a veteran soldier "said Devil

Tiberius watched as the drink was set ablaze, and could not resist but walk over and see what all of the commotion was about. As he began his walk over, his curiousity was further spurred by the pair of scorpions.

He soon came up behind the man who had just ordered the pair of drinks, and clapping him on the shoulder said "That is some drink you got there, what do you call it?"

Behind him, his two bodyguards did their best to look like they were not with Tiberius, but it was still obvious that they were.

Green paused for a moment before straightening up.

"Colderon's blood. It is quite a drink, Mr. . . . "

Aristes stepped slowly from his post off to the side and moved closer, this time weaving his way through some people rather then barreling through them as he previously had.

Meeting Colderon, Aristes extended his gloved hand and nodded his head in acknowledgement to this man who had become acquainted to his sister. "Hello sir. Aristes of Suntura, A New Hope. How may I be of service to you?" his deep voice sounded, in even rhythm with the bass of the music. He poise and mannerisms almost all to clearly identifying himself as a diplomat of some sort.


"Aristes, this is Colderon Jason Zion the Fourth. He owns this place. And well....I guess my brother introduced himself," Centralia smiled gently.

Colderon smiled as he shook Aristes' hand. The voice of the man of deep, and powerful. And his hand shake was firm.

" Yes. you must have a diplomatic job background? Am I right? Your sister is quite the socialite. And as kind as can been. I have given her a card to the top level of my club. And is second to none in the world. I do so hope you can come up and relax.... I can assure you no idiots will be there as you must have a key to get to it. Which your sister has. " said Colderon as he looked at Centralia returning her smile with a little more passion.. maintaining eye contact as he left the area.


Colderon the began to make his way to the elevator where the top level could be accessed. After a quick glance he got on and went up.. only to come back down again later to meet new arrivals.

Green paused for a moment before straightening up.

"Colderon's blood. It is quite a drink, Mr. . . . "

"Griffincrest, Tiberius Griffincrest. You may know my father if you don't know me. And you are..." Tiberius responded, holding out his hand.

"A VIP room? I guess I am lucky to enjoy the privilege of being here in the upper floor." Vincent said as he watched the band. "By the way, I do not think I have asked you this, but what is your name?"

" Silly me. My name is Jennifer Kage. I work for Colderon. " she replied...looking Vincent over secretively.

" Silly me. My name is Jennifer Kage. I work for Colderon. " she replied...looking Vincent over secretively.

"You work for the owner of the club, that must be an interesting job. As for my name, you may call me Vincent."

"Griffincrest, Tiberius Griffincrest. You may know my father if you don't know me. And you are..." Tiberius responded, holding out his hand.

"Ah, yes," Green said, grasping his hand, "I am familiar with your father, and his company. I am Clayton Green. This man to our left is Daruk, an associate of mine from my fatherland's territory in Africa, and the beautiful woman to our right is Kate Jefferson."

" Yes.... It has its moments..( looking him over from top to bottom). Vincent. Lovely name.. got a last?" she asked looking away from him

" Yes.... It has its moments..( looking him over from top to bottom). Vincent. Lovely name.. got a last?" she asked looking away from him

"My last name is Jansen, thus I am Vincent Jensen." Vincent replied before he turned to look at her.

"Ah, yes," Green said, grasping his hand, "I am familiar with your father, and his company. I am Clayton Green. This man to our left is Daruk, an associate of mine from my fatherland's territory in Africa, and the beautiful woman to our right is Kate Jefferson."

"Nice to meet you" Tiberius said as he shook the two men's hands

He took Kate's hand and kissed it gently "and it is a pleasure to meet you miss Jefferson"

"My last name is Jansen, thus I am Vincent Jensen." Vincent replied before he turned to look at her.

Jennifer smiled then looked at he cell phone then calmly told Vincent he may need to check in with his date soon.

" Isn't your date going to be mad at you for not checking in or something? Or does she give you a little leash to roam around with?"

Aristes merely nodded to confirm Colderon's assumptions. He looked to his sister, smiling happily, her eyes wandering around the room, taking in all around her.

"Thank you sir," Aristes spoke, his voice only confirming that he was accustomed to speaking to others, countless others, and many within respectable positions, "Centralia is always pleasant, but she can be quite the handful when she has had one too many drinks," he added, noticing the drink she delicately cradled in hands, taking in a little more with each sip.

Coleron smiled to Centralia, whose eyes brightly lit up while she returned her contagious ear to ear smile. "Thank you!" she called out to him, watching as he left them.


When he was out of sight, Centralia turned back to Aristes and Ryan. "Well....he is a very pleasant man! Did you hear? He owns this place!" she excitedly exclaimed, holding up the card to get a closer glimpse at it, noticing intrinsic features that made it nonreplicable. She gave it several more turns before handing it to Aristes, along with the card that Ryan had given her. "You'd better hold onto these....goodness knows if I have enough to drink, I'll accidentally misplace it," she laughed.

Aristes, who took the cards and tucked them within his suit pocket, sat on a stool beside her, looking only somewhat drawn and exhausted as his shoulders drooped ever so slightly forward. To most, he would have appeared fine and the only one who would have noticed would have been Centralia, but with the excitement of a club in the air, she was too focused to notice this small change in her brother's stamina.

Turning to Ryan again, she smiled, "So Ryan, you said your name was, correct? What is your favorite drink then? Try this, tell me what you think," she politely offered, extending her glass to Ryan.

Jennifer smiled then looked at he cell phone then calmly told Vincent he may need to check in with his date soon.

" Isn't your date going to be mad at you for not checking in or something? Or does she give you a little leash to roam around with?"

"My date, I should go check on her. I will go and do that." Vincent said, not replying to the comment about the leash. As he went back down to the lower floor, Vincent found Klara and told her he would be in the upper floor with his new acquaintance, something that Klara did not mind. He nodded and went back up to see Jennifer.

"She is not mad." Vincent said as he came to the table where Jennifer was. He sat back down and said to Jennifer: "Jennifer, thanks for bringing me to the VIP room." He wanted to make sure he thanked her.

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As for Karla, she had been a bit relieved to know that she knew where Vincent was. Karla decided to explore the lower floor of the club, so she could get a look at everything.

She noticed all the other people, talking and having a good time. Perhaps she would get to talk to other people who were in the bar, the only person she had talked to was the man she had danced with earlier.

Turning to Ryan again, she smiled, "So Ryan, you said your name was, correct? What is your favorite drink then? Try this, tell me what you think," she politely offered, extending her glass to Ryan.

"Shouldn't you tell me your name before I take a drink from you?" Ryan added as an afterthought when he took the glass. He took a quick sip of it. It was sweet and actually pretty strong. erk Ryan thought, returning her glass.

finish with dancing both girls walk back and stand on the left side of Devil an start to make out with one another

"i better getting some of that"said Devil looking on
"what don't like the show"askTasha before going back to sticking her tongue into Cindy mouth

"love it just want a part in it"said Devil
"in due time"said Cindy

Taven Adronis was a brilliant, yet reclusive man. Despite his small stature of only 5 feet 10 inches, he was regarded as one of the most intimidating person you would ever have the pleasure of meeting in your life. No one quite knew what made him so intimidating... Could it have been his piercing, dark eyes? His overwhelming level of seriousness? His silky smooth, yet large and deep voice? Perhaps it was a combination of all three attributes that contributed to his level of intimidation. Such attributes could lead a man of his age to be without a spouse or partner, which explained the lack of a companion as he rode in an ominous, 4-window limousine towards the newest nightclub around, Club Nightshade. An odd silence had draped the vehicle throughout the ride, creating a somewhat dull atmosphere for Taven and his unnamed driver.

"Driver, stop the vehicle," Taven said unexpectedly. The driver was somewhat caught off guard, but did as he was told. He pulled over to the nearest curb, quickly getting out and opening the door for his passenger. Taven handed the man a generous tip before walking down the red carpet and into the nightclub, adjusting his hat when necessary to hide his face, seeing as he was never too fond of having his face appear in the tabloids.

He looked at the massive building, admiring it's form. It was obviously the work of a team of incredibly talented architects. It appealed to him, and he began to wonder if said architects would build a structure as grand as this for him to live in.

Once inside, Taven found himself impressed once more. Famous bands played on the stage, famous national leaders mingled around and chatted with each other, celebrities from all over the world, and C.E.Os from some of the most powerful and well-known corporations in the world.

He walked up to the bar and sat down, taking off his fedora and placing it on the counter. He waited patiently for the bar tender to take his order.

"Hello there, what can I get you tonight?" asked the bartender.

"I'll take a Colderon's Blood, if you don't mind. How much?" Taven responded.

"Colderon's orders: all drinks are on the house tonight," replied the bartender.

"Perfect," said Taven as a smirk spread across his face.

It was about time, he had made his required visit at the invitation from the club owner. All that seemed was left to do was make a polite introduction and exit. The Saint was not a known socialite, he found parties to be loud and awckward and rarely attended even his own festivities for long. Searching the crowed he found the man he was looking for and slowly but surely made his way through the crowed toward him, respectfully pasuing for others to pass him regardless of station in relative to his own. "You must be Mr. Colderon. I am Benard of SaintB." he said in a smooth barritone as he extended his hand, "My compliments on your club."

Metzger didn’t flinch, but recognized a player when he saw one.

“I don’t much care for lemon. Too tart and soils the delicate balance that the lime makes with the water. Tiberius… never met the man, but if I wanted him dead, he would be in a casket now. Same goes for you. Tiberius is a pawn, nothing more, and you do not execute a pawn with a bullet meant for a king.”

Metzger pulled a small vial of activated charcoal dissolved in water from his jacket and drank it.

“Third floor you say?” his disarming voice asked, “Okay.”

He strolled into the crowd, disappearing in an instant. Forty five seconds later, he was at the security checkpoint.

It was about time, he had made his required visit at the invitation from the club owner. All that seemed was left to do was make a polite introduction and exit. The Saint was not a known socialite, he found parties to be loud and awckward and rarely attended even his own festivities for long. Searching the crowed he found the man he was looking for and slowly but surely made his way through the crowed toward him, respectfully pasuing for others to pass him regardless of station in relative to his own. "You must be Mr. Colderon. I am Benard of SaintB." he said in a smooth barritone as he extended his hand, "My compliments on your club."

Colderon quickly turned to see the man standing in front of hi as he said:

"You must be Mr. Colderon. I am Benard of SaintB." he said in a smooth barritone as he extended his hand, "My compliments on your club."

Colderon swiftly placed his hand forward hoping to meet his and replied:

" Yes , Yes I am. DO I know you?" asked Colderon as he looked at the mans eyes.... noticing that he was uncomfortable....

"liking the show"ask Cindy taking break from making out
"mm oh yes just make shore i get part of it"said Devil who was thinking on something as linkin park - crawling run through his mind

"think of Nam or the other place again"said Tasha as she take one of his hands into her one
"other"said Devil as he look into both girls eyes
"what happen there"ask Cindy

"sorry Cindy all the main material is the highest level of classification but you find out some day"said Devil
"barman a glass of Irish whiskey and two cokes"ask Tasha

As for Karla, she had been a bit relieved to know that she knew where Vincent was. Karla decided to explore the lower floor of the club, so she could get a look at everything.

She noticed all the other people, talking and having a good time. Perhaps she would get to talk to other people who were in the bar, the only person she had talked to was the man she had danced with earlier.

~ "For if I surround myself with strong people then I can draw on their strength to use it for my own."

Tomi Graffane had thought over those words as he played with the key card Colderon had given him.

Top floor, huh? And bring a pencil and paper? Must be something serious, but what?

As he thought over these things, he remained completely oblivious to the other happenings in the club, until he happened to look up. When he did, the Nitalian noticed a beautiful figure walking across the room, and heading close towards him. Not wanting to be rude by staring, Tomasso found that he actually couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Who is she now?

Wanting to get to know her, he finished his glass of amaretto, set it down on the bar, and began to walk over to her, catching her at another part of the bar

Tomi slid up next to her, being both extroverted and slightly reserved, all at the same time. When he caught her intention, he flashed a white smile while asking her,

" Would you terribly mind if I bought you a drink, miss ...?"~

"Oh dear, how rude of me!" Centralia remarked, feeling small droplets of water fall from her glass into her hand. "My name is Centralia. I come from Suntura, A New Hope. It's the only neutral nation within my warring region. I really hold no official titles within The Reich; however, I do tend to throw some of the best gatherings," she added with a wink. "In fact, I think I shall soon start planning a small summerly event when I return. You should join us sometime in Suntura! Aristes and I enjoy company. It's not a large city like you may think of, but it's no less beautiful. Goodness, you should see the ballroom! And main street! Oh and we have these horses.....I'm rambling, I apologize," Centralia realized suddenly, taking a gulp of her drink.

"Please, tell me more about yourself!" she looked up again to him, her smile bright and warming.

with the girls gone back to dancing and holding the empty in his hand Devil starts to think back to what he was thinking on before as the
smash as the glass is broken in his hand by the force he place on it

"I don't mind listening." Ryan said, looking into her eyes. "I would love to see Suntura. I spent a lot of my childhood in the countryside. But now I live and work in Esmund, the capitol of Siap. Its an enormous city. Largest in Siap."

"Its kind of a shock, you know, to come to Esmund after living away from it all. But its a truly beautiful city. Night life is amazing, excellent clubs, theater. You should really come out there sometime. Do you like seafood?"

Centralia's eyes widened like nothing else. "Seafood? You actually eat seafood? What is it like? Suntura is part of The Reich, and the only ocean front is guarded by The Dictatorship. Since the war.....we've never had seafood and unfortunately I was born too late to experience it."

"Most of Siap eats seafood, as our island, as good to us as it has been, is not particularly friendly to most crops or livestock. My corporation helped pioneer some advanced agricultural techniques that have almost doubled our output, but we still rely heavily on the ocean. If you do ever visit Siap, promise me you will try Ruby Prawn. I swear its like candy."

Centralia nodded in delight, fascinated that seafood seemed to come so easily to other nations. "Oh most certainly. An island? Beach? Sand? The ocean? Oh, I've only once been to the ocean and that was because Mein Fuhrer had summoned me to Stadt des Meeres of The Dictatorship. That is by far the most fascinating city I have ever entered. I did not have seafood though. Der Fuhrer said we should not be entitled to eat rare and exquisite food items in her presence when the rest of the region has none. She truly is a remarkable leader; it is a shame she is too engaged in defending us to rule us as she once had."

Centralia finished off her drink, setting the empty glass onto the counter. "Tell me more about your home though. It seems so fascinating. Islands and seafood! Goodness, you must love your home!"

"sir your hand bleeding"said the Barman to Devil
"it don't mean a thing"said Devil back to him
"what oh huck"said Tasha seeing the mess as she came back to the bar with Cindy
"open your hand"said Cindy as she takes the one that was holding the glass into hers
"a bowl of warm water please"ask Tasha to the Barman

"Don't Romanticize it too much. Its cold there for all but three months out of the year." He chuckled. "But its actually a great place. The current speaker keeps getting re-elected and I think he's actually a good person. He just gets distracted sometimes." He said, half to himself as he took a drink of his gin.

"I love it though, simply because it seems to have everything. We have a beautiful farm that has been in my family since we were royalty, and, when I can, I spend my summers in the mountains. Most of my life happens in the capitol, though. Last I heard about two hundred million people live in our capitol. They say that the city is actually brighter at night than it is by day. If you ever watch the city just before sunrise, if the weather is right, a mist comes from the ocean over the city while all the lights are on, and it looks just like the aurora. I don't think I would live anywhere else."

He noticed her empty glass. "May I buy you another?"

~ "For if I surround myself with strong people then I can draw on their strength to use it for my own."

Tomi Graffane had thought over those words as he played with the key card Colderon had given him.

Top floor, huh? And bring a pencil and paper? Must be something serious, but what?

As he thought over these things, he remained completely oblivious to the other happenings in the club, until he happened to look up. When he did, the Nitalian noticed a beautiful figure walking across the room, and heading close towards him. Not wanting to be rude by staring, Tomasso found that he actually couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Who is she now?

Wanting to get to know her, he finished his glass of amaretto, set it down on the bar, and began to walk over to her, catching her at another part of the bar

Tomi slid up next to her, being both extroverted and slightly reserved, all at the same time. When he caught her intention, he flashed a white smile while asking her,

" Would you terribly mind if I bought you a drink, miss ...?"~

"I would not mind if you bought me one." Klara replied to Tomi as she looked at this man who slid up next to her. Klara was calm, she did not mind talking to some one at the club, that was what people did at the club, talk, drink, have a good time.

Klara looked at Tomi for a bit, she just wanted to get a look at the man who offered to buy her a drink, she did not feel there was anything wrong with that at the moment.

A black limonene bearing the Amazonian Empires royal seal, pulls up in front of the club.

"Aahh so this is Club Nightshade, This will be fun, I shall not be requiring you to attend me here Sophia so take the car and have the rest of the night off"

"But your highness I am your personal guard..... Your mother the Queen won't be happy"

"I have spoken Sophia, now go!"

With that Crown Princess Ambrosia exits the limo and enters the club. Upon entering Ambrosia stops to have a look around before heading to the bar to order a drink.

"Bartender, Do you have any ambrosia nectar?"

Ambrosia stands at 6'2" has bright green eyes and waiste length strawberry blonde hair and a well proportioned ( i.e. long legs and well endowed ) athletic body.
She is currently dressed in a starlight dress which is cut very deeply front and back and the tailoring of the dress is in such away that her left leg is almost totally bare. It is called a starlight dress because the dress is almost entirely made of slivers of diamonds so thin as to appear to bend and if the light catches these slivers of diamonds just right the dress "appears" show more than it actually covers.

"she a jous tir"said Tasha still holding Devils bandage hand in hers
"Royalty usely is"said Devil to her
"how do you know she is"ask Cindy as she picks up a glass of water
"just can"said Devil

"I would not mind if you bought me one." Klara replied to Tomi as she looked at this man who slid up next to her. Klara was calm, she did not mind talking to some one at the club, that was what people did at the club, talk, drink, have a good time.

Klara looked at Tomi for a bit, she just wanted to get a look at the man who offered to buy her a drink, she did not feel there was anything wrong with that at the moment.

~ Still smiling, Tomasso Graffane motioned over the barkeep, who immediately slid two more glasses of amaretto down the top. The amber liquid had a nutty flavor to it, and it was a drink many Nitalians preferred. Well, that and Sambuca, but right now was not a time for something like that.

As Tomi paid for the drinks, he caught his in one hand, and used it to slid the other towards Klara. Raising the cup, he toasted towards the woman.

" Cheers!" he said ecstatically in a delicate manner as he took a small drink, savoring the flavor as he always did. He continued on, " I don't believe I've caught your name. Would you mind telling me?"~

Centralia nodded happily, "Of course you may! Thank you sir!" she spoke over the music. "You pick this time. I am willing to try something new."

Looking around the room at all the people quickly, she met eye contact with Aristes, who was now behind his own glass of bourbon, a habit he inherited from many official Reich affairs. Smiling to him, he simply nodded back to signify that he understood.

Turning back to Ryan, her smile spreading across her face, her mind searching for something to keep the conversation going, she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. "Ah.....oh dear. I forgot what I was about to ask. Oh yes! These clubs, do you frequently attend them?" Centralia wondered, thinking this had only been her first time to anything like this.

Ryan turned to the bartender. "Two caucasians."

"Yeah. I've hit most of the major ones there. I actually own a few of them, but this one is pretty impressive. I take it you don't go clubbing a lot?"

~ Still smiling, Tomasso Graffane motioned over the barkeep, who immediately slid two more glasses of amaretto down the top. The amber liquid had a nutty flavor to it, and it was a drink many Nitalians preferred. Well, that and Sambuca, but right now was not a time for something like that.

As Tomi paid for the drinks, he caught his in one hand, and used it to slid the other towards Klara. Raising the cup, he toasted towards the woman.

" Cheers!" he said ecstaticlly in a delicate manner as he took a small drink, savoring the flavor as he always did. He continued on, " I don't believe I've caught your name. Would you mind telling me?"~

Klara thanked Tomi for the drink as she took it in her hand. Raising the cup alongside him, she said "Cheers!" in a calm tone and took a drink from her glass of amaretto before placing it down on the table.

"My name is Klara, and I do not believe I have caught your name either." Klara said in response to Tomi's question before taking a sip of the amaretto.

~ Tomi lowered his glass to the table as well, as he took a bold move by slowly taking one of Klara's hands in his own, raising it to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on it.

" My name is Tomasso Rafael Graffane, but you can just call me Tomi. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Klara."

He let her go as his hand slid down to wrap itself around his glass again. He stood captivated by her beauty, but in a polite and delicate manner. Tomi was actually worried that she might be put off by his Nitalian accent: it dominated almost all of his speech, and this was the first time that he had actually been out of his home country on a non-business matter. Still, others in the past had found Nitalian to be a soothing and pleasing language, and many people Tomi had met had actually been delighted by his native accent. Hopefully, Klara doesn't mind either, he thought to himself as the amaretto passed through his lips again.~

~ Tomi lowered his glass to the table as well, as he took a bold move by slowly taking one of Klara's hands in his own, raising it to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on it.

" My name is Tomasso Rafael Graffane, but you can just call me Tomi. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Klara."

He let her go as his hand slid down to wrap itself around his glass again. He stood captivated by her beauty, but in a polite and delicate manner. Tomi was actually worried that she might be put off by his Nitalian accent: it dominated almost all of his speech, and this was the first time that he had actually been out of his home country on a non-business matter. Still, others in the past had found Nitalian to be a soothing and pleasing language, and many people Tomi had met had actually been delighted by his native accent. Hopefully, Klara doesn't mind either, he thought to himself as the amaretto passed through his lips again.~

Klara smiled after she saw Tomi kiss her hand, she did not mind it, nor did she mind his Nitalian accent, she had been accustomed to accents, such as the Dutch accent of her grandmother who she remembered as a bit stern but still likable.

"It is a pleasure to meet you also, Tomi." Klara said before taking a sip from her glass of amaretto, she thought this drink was pretty good, different though from the other drinks she has tried before, such as the well known martini.

Deciding to open conversation, Klara decided to ask Tomi what he felt about the club, thinking it was an ok question to open conversation with.

"Tomi, what do you think of this club? I think that it is pretty good, everyone seems to be having a good time here."

~ Tomasso nodded in agreement as he scanned over the interior of Club NightShade.

" It is pretty exciting: the music, the place ... the people," he flashed a glance over at Klara as he added the last statement. " To tell the truth, this is one of the first times I've been out of my country on pleasure."

He laughed a bit at thinking about that, until he realized he must have sounded stupid upon admitting that. Shaking it off, Tomi set his drink back down again as a song with a slow jazz feel to it came over the club's speakers. Tomi took a step away from the bar and turned from the waist, smiling at Klara and holding his hand back towards her as he moved towards the middle floor.

" Would you like to dance?"~

~ Tomasso nodded in agreement as he scanned over the interior of Club NightShade.

" It is pretty exciting: the music, the place ... the people," he flashed a glance over at Klara as he added the last statement. " To tell the truth, this is one of the first times I've been out of my country on pleasure."

He laughed a bit at thinking about that, until he realized he must have sounded stupid upon admitting that. Shaking it off, Tomi set his drink back down again as a song with a slow jazz feel to it came over the club's speakers. Tomi took a step away from the bar and turned from the waist, smiling at Klara and holding his hand back towards her as he moved towards the middle floor.

" Would you like to dance?"~

"It is exciting indeed, everyone seems to be having a good time here, I've had one so far." Klara said. "I assume you are a businessman or something?" Klara said in response to Tomi saying this was one of his first times out of his nation on pleasure. She took a sip from her amaretto and set it down on the table.

"Sure, I would like to dance with you." Klara said, taking his hand and proceeding with Tomi to the dance floor. They began to dance, Tomi could see that Klara danced quite good, she was a good dancer. The song continued to play as Tomi and Klara danced alongside the several other dancers on the dance floor.

"My date, I should go check on her. I will go and do that." Vincent said, not replying to the comment about the leash. As he went back down to the lower floor, Vincent found Klara and told her he would be in the upper floor with his new acquaintance, something that Klara did not mind. He nodded and went back up to see Jennifer.

"She is not mad." Vincent said as he came to the table where Jennifer was. He sat back down and said to Jennifer: "Jennifer, thanks for bringing me to the VIP room." He wanted to make sure he thanked her.


Jennifer smiled with a sense of deviance and seduction.

" I'm glad to hear she lets her man roar like a man, seeking his prey as he will. And you are very welcome. I could tell by looking at you that you where a class above those who sit below us. Like I said only the most important people and the people who prove themselves may enter this room. And I could tell you are one of those people.( leans over to Vincents ear ). I would like to get to know the real you... not the person you display to the public. ( breathing slightly into his ear before leaning back... making sure her hair was close to his face, and her breast graze his hands.). Unless you don't wont to... I would completely understand." she said as she leaned all the way back

Tasha jumps up and sits on the Bar
"came here so i can wrap my legs around you as stick my tongue into your mouth"said Tasha to Devil
"yur"said Devil as move so she could
"mm"said Tasha as they make out

A black limonene bearing the Amazonian Empires royal seal, pulls up in front of the club.

"Aahh so this is Club Nightshade, This will be fun, I shall not be requiring you to attend me here Sophia so take the car and have the rest of the night off"

"But your highness I am your personal guard..... Your mother the Queen won't be happy"

"I have spoken Sophia, now go!"

With that Crown Princess Ambrosia exits the limo and enters the club. Upon entering Ambrosia stops to have a look around before heading to the bar to order a drink.

"Bartender, Do you have any ambrosia nectar?"

Ambrosia stands at 6'2" has bright green eyes and waiste length strawberry blonde hair and a well proportioned ( i.e. long legs and well endowed ) athletic body.
She is currently dressed in a starlight dress which is cut very deeply front and back and the tailoring of the dress is in such away that her left leg is almost totally bare. It is called a starlight dress because the dress is almost entirely made of slivers of diamonds so thin as to appear to bend and if the light catches these slivers of diamonds just right the dress "appears" show more than it actually covers.


the bartender looked her over discreetly before answering her question :

" Yes ma'am we also have a special style called "Black Ambrosia" its a bit stronger then the normal kind though.. would you like to try some?" he asked as he tossed a $300 shot glass behind his back to another tender.

Jennifer smiled with a sense of deviance and seduction.

" I'm glad to hear she lets her man roar like a man, seeking his prey as he will. And you are very welcome. I could tell by looking at you that you where a class above those who sit below us. Like I said only the most important people and the people who prove themselves may enter this room. And I could tell you are one of those people.( leans over to Vincents ear ). I would like to get to know the real you... not the person you display to the public. ( breathing slightly into his ear before leaning back... making sure her hair was close to his face, and her breast graze his hands.). Unless you don't wont to... I would completely understand." she said as she leaned all the way back

"I am sorry but I must decline your advances, Jennifer. I do hope you would understand why." Vincent said calmly in response to what Jennifer was saying as well as doing. He did not get up and leave, but rather stayed where he was, hoping Jennifer would not storm off and be upset, but understand like she said she would.

Tasha jumps up and sits on the Bar
"came here so i can wrap my legs around you as stick my tongue into your mouth"said Tasha to Devil
"yur"said Devil as move so she could
"mm"said Tasha as they make out


Colderon walked out of the elevator's hull. the lower level was alive with dancing and people becoming extremely intimate. The bar was alive with shows of skill and talent. As he walked around he saw A man with two girls wrapped around him. Th man seemed to have his pick of the litter. this intrigued Colderon and he decided to meet this man.

As he walked over the crowd seemed to move like the parting of the Red Sea. His custom tailored Dragon skin suit with gold tipped Black tiger skin shoes, and his hand which was covered by a strange silver piece of jewelry that acted more like a glove then a piece of jewelry. His face was strong and powerful. As he approached the man he calmly asked:

" I take it that my club is to your Liking." said Colderon as he placed his ungloved hand out to shake his.

"I am sorry but I must decline your advances, Jennifer. I do hope you would understand why." Vincent said calmly in response to what Jennifer was saying as well as doing. He did not get up and leave, but rather stayed where he was, hoping Jennifer would not storm off and be upset, but understand like she said she would.

Jennifer's face slowly turned from innocent to anger. Her face was a complete opposite of her previous face. Her anger was beginning to take the best of her.

" Whats wrong... Not good enough for you? Not pretty enough? Or are you really a good guy. Are you even a man under that exterior of yours? Cause I though you where. I think you should reconsider... Cause you find anyone like me ever again. "

Jennifer put her fingers into the air and motioned over to bouncers to the table.

" It would be all to simple to say you advanced on my to quickly and I screamed... Again I suggest you reconsider."

Jennifer's face slowly turned from innocent to anger. Her face was a complete opposite of her previous face. Her anger was beginning to take the best of her.

" Whats wrong... Not good enough for you? Not pretty enough? Or are you really a good guy. Are you even a man under that exterior of yours? Cause I though you where. I think you should reconsider... Cause you find anyone like me ever again. "

Jennifer put her fingers into the air and motioned over to bouncers to the table.

" It would be all to simple to say you advanced on my to quickly and I screamed... Again I suggest you reconsider."

Vincent pondered what she said for a bit, before reluctantly agreeing to accept things. "Fine then, I will do it with you, and if you do not mind, you can dismiss the bouncers." Vincent replied, restraining his other thoughts.

"Now, where shall we proceed to do..our thing, Jennifer?" Vincent asked, getting up from the table. "Do you know of a place, or do you want to do it here?"

OOC: Raven corps, Vincent has reconsidered.

Colderon walked out of the elevator's hull. the lower level was alive with dancing and people becoming extremely intimate. The bar was alive with shows of skill and talent. As he walked around he saw A man with two girls wrapped around him. Th man seemed to have his pick of the litter. this intrigued Colderon and he decided to meet this man.

As he walked over the crowd seemed to move like the parting of the Red Sea. His custom tailored Dragon skin suit with gold tipped Black tiger skin shoes, and his hand which was covered by a strange silver piece of jewelry that acted more like a glove then a piece of jewelry. His face was strong and powerful. As he approached the man he calmly asked:

" I take it that my club is to your Liking." said Colderon as he placed his ungloved hand out to shake his.

"these two are happy ,so i'am happy"said Devil shaking the hand
"but you got to say for you it beats the jungle"said Tasha
"so so"said Devil

Jennifer smiled and waved the bouncers away.

" I knew you would see things my way. And yes I know of a place we can go to be ... alone. " she said as she pointed through the glass floor to the bottom floor where a group of large black balls stood above the dance floor.

" They're called Guessing balls. Places where people can go to explore one another, with everyone watching, but cant see anything. We can see them just fine, but we will not be seen by anyone.... shall we go?" she asked while moving her hands toward the elevator that would take them to the basment so they could get in the balls.

"these two are happy ,so i'am happy"said Devil shaking the hand
"but you got to say for you it beats the jungle"said Tasha
"so so"said Devil

" Well I am glad you are having a good time. If you feel that your bodies must go further then this we have places for you to use. Just ask the man by the Gold elevator... he'll know what you need" said Colderon as he walked away to meet more guests.

Jennifer smiled and waved the bouncers away.

" I knew you would see things my way. And yes I know of a place we can go to be ... alone. " she said as she pointed through the glass floor to the bottom floor where a group of large black balls stood above the dance floor.

" They're called Guessing balls. Places where people can go to explore one another, with everyone watching, but cant see anything. We can see them just fine, but we will not be seen by anyone.... shall we go?" she asked while moving her hands toward the elevator that would take them to the basment so they could get in the balls.

"Indeed, let us depart to the guessing balls." Vincent said as they walked to the esclator. He looked at Jennifer and smiled, he did think she was a good looking woman, even if he thought about the other things.

Finally, after some time, they reached the basement and they proceeded to get to one of the guessing balls where they could be alone together.

" Well I am glad you are having a good time. If you feel that your bodies must go further then this we have places for you to use. Just ask the man by the Gold elevator... he'll know what you need" said Colderon as he walked away to meet more guests.

"arr"said Both girls at this as Tasha got off the bar and takes one hand of Devil and Cindy the other and leads him to Gold elevator
"an i'am the one with the higher army rank then you two and you leading me"said Devil
'oh sh you"said Cindy


"hi we got told you know what we need"said Tasha to the Man at the elevator when they got there

the bartender looked her over discreetly before answering her question :

" Yes ma'am we also have a special style called "Black Ambrosia" its a bit stronger then the normal kind though.. would you like to try some?" he asked as he tossed a $300 shot glass behind his back to another tender.

"Black Ambrosia!!" Her eye's widen "I've only heard of it, I've never had the chance to try it. I'd love to try some."

Centralia merely blushed as she admitted not being involved in club scene all too often. In fact, she confessed that this was her first real club that she has ever been to and that if it were not for Aristes, she would not have been here.


Aristes watched Centralia and Ryan talk with ease. Finishing his bourbon, he set the empty glass along with enough money to cover the drink and a tip to the side as he stood up without being noticed. He needed some fresh air; a moment to gather himself. Feeling that Centralia was more then safe within this building, especially after the rather astonishing display of force to Centralia's attacker moments before, Aristes stepped outside, intending on getting away as fast as possible without causing a scene. Even though it had been quite some time ago that they had entered, the crowd outside pleading with the bouncers to get in was still phenomenal. Passing down the red carpet that more people were eagerly traveling up, he stuck out worse then a sore thumb.

Once he passed everyone though and rounded the corner, he leaned against the building and slid down it, grasping his head in his hands. Searching his pockets, he found a small bottle, and with shaking hands opened it spilling two small pills into his hand. He took them, chewing them and swallowing them without water. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, feeling the surmounting pain crush his skull.


Back within the club, Centralia continued to smile, enjoying her time and the conversation she was having with Ryan. "He seems like such a nice man," she thought, as she slipped her hand around her new drink. "What is in this?" she asked curiously, unfamiliar with the different drinks that could be ordered at bars.

"Its kahlua, vodka and cream. It tastes just like ice cream." He shouted over the music. "If you want to go some place where we can talk and actually hear each other, I have a card for the VIP room." His hand unconsciously fingering the small card in his pocket.

Rhodesian Africa and Raven Corps:

Your last two posts are a little too explicit for use on the NS forums. I know there's a "Mature" warning in the thread's title but ultimate arbitration of what can be posted here lies with us and not always with the OP.

I'm not going to officially warn either of you for this because the rest of the thread is good, both nations have clean histories, and I caught this early before anything got too terribly carried away.

It's perfectly okay if characters end up sleeping with each other in the course of a story (one of my characters had quite a career), but we should avoid being too specific. We consider action-by-action descriptions of sexual acts cybersex, and NationStates is not the place for it. Figure out between the two of you how you want the scene to "end," and then reintroduce your characters to the party afterwards if necessary.

Rhodesian Africa and Raven Corps:

Your last two posts are a little too explicit for use on the NS forums. I know there's a "Mature" warning in the thread's title but ultimate arbitration of what can be posted here lies with us and not always with the OP.

I'm not going to officially warn either of you for this because the rest of the thread is good, both nations have clean histories, and I caught this early before anything got too terribly carried away.

It's perfectly okay if characters end up sleeping with each other in the course of a story (one of my characters had quite a career), but we should avoid from being too specific. We consider action-by-action descriptions of sexual acts cybersex, and NationStates is not the place for it. Figure out between the two of you how you want the scene to "end," and then reintroduce your characters to the party afterwards if necessary.

OOC: I have just read your post, and I did think it was explicit in its descriptions but I admit I did go on with it. R.C and I are going to have to do other things with Vincent and Jennifer, instead of what was originally done (what was deleted). Thank you for the information, Melkor.

Also posted in the OOC:

OOC: To bad. For me this part could have provided a plot device.. like an escape for Vincent to get out and try to leave... I feel it should have been allowed to a point, because we don't know how far it would have gone. Melkor Unchained I understand it is your job to patrol for these thing before hand but a "keep it cool" message would have worked as well. Also i would hope that the people involved in this thread can assure themselves that this is a "Mature RP" as such there maybe things that will not be suitable for small children.

Also posted in the OOC:

OOC: To bad. For me this part could have provided a plot device.. like an escape for Vincent to get out and try to leave... I feel it should have been allowed to a point, because we don't know how far it would have gone. Melkor Unchained I understand it is your job to patrol for these thing before hand but a "keep it cool" message would have worked as well. Also i would hope that the people involved in this thread can assure themselves that this is a "Mature RP" as such there maybe things that will not be suitable for small children.

It still can be a plot device: like I said, I don't have a problem with them sleeping together but posting beat by beat descriptions of what goes on is a little too explicit for a public board like this. I'm sorry if it came across as too harsh (but I do have to still put the Fear of Mod in them after all :p) but it was meant to be a "Be Cool" kind of post, and I'm not coming down on either of them with an official warning or forumban or anything like that. They're more than welcome to post again, but the acts themselves don't need to be defined explicitly as they happen.

I also pointed out that the "Mature" tag is irrelevant here, since such warnings do not change the guildelines for acceptable postings on the NationStates forum. I'm sorry, but a Moderator decision on the matter eclipses the OP's. That's the way it always has been and that's the only way it can be if we hope to maintain some semblance of consistency.

In the interests of keeping this thread free of more OOC chatter, I will restrict myself from making any further responses or clarifications, as I believe everything has been plainly laid out and the reasons for my decision are well-explained. If anyone wishes to seek further dialogue with me about this decision, please use the Moderation forum.

That said, I hope you guys can still enjoy the RP! I don't want to squash it or anything, and some people seem to be having a good time. Just please--try to keep it around, say, a PG-13 level.

"It is a terrible shame that I do not drink all too often," Centralia spoke, looking down to her drink and admiring the rather sweet aroma the Kahlua emitted. Cautiously taking her first sip, she waited a few seconds before taking another and yet another. "Wow Ryan, this is really good!"

Finishing her drink rather quickly, she nodded with a smile to Ryan's suggestion. It was rather loud in this part of the club and perhaps the VIP area would offer something else. "That would be splendid! I am quite curious as to what else this club is hiding. I mean, all these people, the excitement......there has to be more to this club then meets the eye to attract this much attention!" Standing up and feeling herself a little unsteady, Centralia reached for the chair behind her. "Don't stand up too fast!" she laughed as she warned Ryan with wink, hoping she was not the only one here who was hit very fast by the alcohol in her drinks.

It still can be a plot device: like I said, I don't have a problem with them sleeping together but posting beat by beat descriptions of what goes on is a little too explicit for a public board like this. I'm sorry if it came across as too harsh (but I do have to still put the Fear of Mod in them after all :p) but it was meant to be a "Be Cool" kind of post, and I'm not coming down on either of them with an official warning or forumban or anything like that. They're more than welcome to post again, but the acts themselves don't need to be defined explicitly as they happen.

I also pointed out that the "Mature" tag is irrelevant here, since such warnings do not change the guildelines for acceptable postings on the NationStates forum. I'm sorry, but a Moderator decision on the matter eclipses the OP's. That's the way it always has been and that's the only way it can be if we hope to maintain some semblance of consistency.

In the interests of keeping this thread free of more OOC chatter, I will restrict myself from making any further responses or clarifications, as I believe everything has been plainly laid out and the reasons for my decision are well-explained. If anyone wishes to seek further dialogue with me about this decision, please use the Moderation forum.

That said, I hope you guys can still enjoy the RP! I don't want to squash it or anything, and some people seem to be having a good time. Just please--try to keep it around, say, a PG-13 level.


OOC:

Don't worry, we still love you! *sharpens my pitchfork* ;)

Ryan quickly placed his hand on her shoulder to steady her, soon finding that he needed it to steady himself. It wasn't that he couldn't hold his alcohol, but rather that he had consumed more alcohol than he could remember, and had swallowed a tab before coming to the club.

The lights and the heavy pulse of the music were beginning to give him a headache, so he took her hand and led her around the edge of the crowd to the elevator where he swiped his card and held the elevator door open. "After you."

"Show me what it's like,To dream in black and white,,So I can leave this world tonight"

"mm" Moans the Girls as they lifed their heads off Devils Chest
"shh go back to sleep an get more rest before going back to dancing"said Devil to them
"we want to dance"said Tasha as she and Cindy lays their heads back down
"babe i more like to hit someone with my Sword "said Devil
"mm true"she said closing her eyes

what did i do to get these two though Devil to himself

Colderon quickly turned to see the man standing in front of hi as he said:



Colderon swiftly placed his hand forward hoping to meet his and replied:

" Yes , Yes I am. DO I know you?" asked Colderon as he looked at the mans eyes.... noticing that he was uncomfortable....

Benard took the man's hand in a strong hand clasping two handed shake as was the traditional way in his nation, "Perhaps you do not know me, I am Benard, also known as Saint Benard, I'm from SaintB." not a very good nation name he knew but the people kept calling it that these days.
"We originated the basis of a weapons system that Raven Corps is helping to develope; I was sent an invitation through the corperate office and came as not too offend."

Dawn was walking through the crowds of various guests looking for someone to talk to.

Tag for later post after work....

Dawn was walking through the crowds of various guests looking for someone to talk to.

Taking her drink, Ambrosia was making her way towards the dance floor when she bumped into an attractive young woman.

"Oh I am so sorry, please excuse me I was too busy admiring the club when....... Hey aren't you GeM?"

"It is exciting indeed, everyone seems to be having a good time here, I've had one so far." Klara said. "I assume you are a businessman or something?" Klara said in response to Tomi saying this was one of his first times out of his nation on pleasure. She took a sip from her amaretto and set it down on the table.

"Sure, I would like to dance with you." Klara said, taking his hand and proceeding with Tomi to the dance floor. They began to dance, Tomi could see that Klara danced quite good, she was a good dancer. The song continued to play as Tomi and Klara danced alongside the several other dancers on the dance floor.

~ It's been awhile but it looks like I still got it.

True, it had been some time since Tomasso had the chance to dance, but it didn't show as he was on the floor with Klara, who Tomi could not help but admire for her grace as well. Early in the dance, Tomi decided to answer her inquiry about him being a businessman. Pulling her a little closer, he talked into her ear,

" To answer your question, yes, I'm a business man. I actually own Graffane Auto Manufacturers," he laughed a little at the prospect of it: he looked almost nothing like the stereotypical businessman, but still. He continued on, " Perhaps you'd like to take a ride in one of my cars sometime?"

They glided along, and as the song began to end, Tomi finished with a glisse by holding on to Klara's hand and letting her slide out away from him, and then spun her back into his arms, and finished it off by slowly dipping her down.

As Tomi pulled her up, he could not help but smile. The night was turning out to be quite interesting, and, thanks to the company of Klara, Tomi was hoping it lasted as long as possible ...~

~ It's been awhile but it looks like I still got it.

True, it had been some time since Tomasso had the chance to dance, but it didn't show as he was on the floor with Klara, who Tomi could not help but admire for her grace as well. Early in the dance, Tomi decided to answer her inquiry about him being a businessman. Pulling her a little closer, he talked into her ear,

" To answer your question, yes, I'm a business man. I actually own Graffane Auto Manufacturers," he laughed a little at the prospect of it: he looked almost nothing like the stereotypical businessman, but still. He continued on, " Perhaps you'd like to take a ride in one of my cars sometime?"

They glided along, and as the song began to end, Tomi finished with a glisse by holding on to Klara's hand and letting her slide out away from him, and then spun her back into his arms, and finished it off by slowly dipping her down.

As Tomi pulled her up, he could not help but smile. The night was turning out to be quite interesting, and, thanks to the company of Klara, Tomi was hoping it lasted as long as possible ...~

"You own a company in the auto industry? Also, I would not mind taking a ride in one of your cars sometime."

Klara said as they danced together on the dance floor, Tomi could see Klara was a graceful dancer and she could see that he was a good dancer as well, they danced superbly together on the dance floor. They danced for a while, having a good time doing so.

After the song ended, Klara sighed and remarked "You are a good dancer, Tomi.", giving Tomi a smile before going to the table to finish her glass of amaretto as she took her chair at the table. She sat down on her chair and looked at Tomi.

"Perhaps we could talk, just get to know each other better?"

Stepping inside the elevator, Centralia could have sworn that the elevator was already moving....that they were floating to the sky in a single fluid movement. The doors closed as Ryan stepped in and in a dizzying rush she felt as if she would fall when the elevator began to ascend.

"CATCH ME! We're falling!" she shrieked, stumbling forward onto the floor, landing on all fours. When she realized that all of this was a product of her intoxication, she rolled over and lay on the floor, laughing hysterically.

"Goodness, it's actually rather nice here. You should join me Ryan," Centralia smiled as she spread out her arms on the floor, feeling the weightlessness of her intoxication and the movements of the elevator lift her body up, as if she were almost rising to heaven.

"right let head back"said Tasha as she runs a finger down the scar on Devil left face cheek
"yup" said Devil as he open the door for the girls

Oh dear Ryan thought. "I think it would be better if you joined me up here." He said as he knelt down and scooped her up. "Someone might get the wrong idea if you were on the floor. Is this ok?" He said, playfully leaning in towards her.

Centralia clung onto Ryan, feeling as if the floor were moving beneath her. "Oh dear, I'm afraid I drank a little too much," she mustered behind stifled laughter. "Don't let my brother see me this way. He might be at my side glaring at everyone."

When the doors opened, Centralia was still laughing while clinging to Ryan, staring at the ceiling of the elevator in the process. "Such a nice elevator. Let's take it back down. Fascinating machines elevators are. Can we ride it again?" she asked, looking around the elevator, amazed in the simplicity of it all.

"Well, last I saw your brother is downstairs. If we ride the elevator down, he might see you. Maybe we should get off here?" Ryan asked, blocking the door with his foot.

waiting at the bottom for the elevator was Tasha Cindy and Devil
"that was nice can we do that again later"ask Cindy
"why not"said Devil

"We shall exit here then! Let's ride it again later though, shall we? Will you please ride with me later? Oh please Ryan? I simply adore elevators!"

Using one hand to hold onto Ryan and the other to brace the open door of the elevator, Centralia stepped out into a comfortably dim light. There was enough light to see all around them, but it was not a blaring bright light. Despite her inebriated state of mind, she could still instantly notice the change up here. It was much quieter and not many people filled the rooms. It was more relaxed and comforting; Centralia smiled at the peace of it all.

"You lead the way. I have never been up here before. Perhaps Mister Colderon is around. Maybe he can give us a tour, show us around. Do you see him anywhere? Or have you seen him anywhere? I have not see him since he departed from us at the bar," Centralia wondered out loud, speaking the last part more to herself then to Ryan, her face scanning the immediate area outside the elevator for anyone. However, despite looking around, she took in nothing, unable to really get herself straight in this unfamiliar place.

Much to Ryan's dismay, the alcohol wasn't clotting his brain as much as it had been. Slowly, he began to put together the situation. Drunken Princess + Protective Brother = ... pulling his head together, he held her hand and kept his hand on her shoulder, steadying her and guiding her to one of the couches. The theory was that he would guide her to the couch, set her down and sit down himself. In theory, it would be easy. Unfortunately, the couch kept moving a few steps ahead and to the left of Ryan. I swear I will never drink or pop again. The colors were coming back again. It seemed as if the fabric on the couch was glowing, with a small aura around it.

"I think you should s...sit down." He said, flopping on the couch.

"what this area "ask Tasha as she and the other strp out of the elevator as it's doors open to a dim light area
"don't know but there two other guess sitting on couch."said Devil
"there is"ask Cindy
'yes, let cheak this area out"said Devil
'ok"said Tasha

Centralia joined Ryan on the seat, feeling slightly grounded again. After steadying herself, she brushed a single lock of hair, which had dislodged from her ornately done hair style, behind her ear. "Well, I must say, I feel pretty good when I am not on my feet. Those drinks really hit you when you fast when you stand up," her smile beamed, the dimmed light still catching in hers.

The elevator doors binged open, revealing a few people who had come up. "Oh look Ryan! We have company. Perhaps we should offer them a seat?" Without waiting for an answer from Ryan, Centralia enthusiastically waved the group over.

"Please, come join us. Here," she offered, gently taking Cindy by her hand and guiding her into the seat, beginning to fall back on her own as she felt the lightlessness rush to her head and the ground again move beneath her feet.

"Whoo.....ground moving again," she cautiously spoke, trying to futilely save herself.

Taking her drink, Ambrosia was making her way towards the dance floor when she bumped into an attractive young woman.

"Oh I am so sorry, please excuse me I was too busy admiring the club when....... Hey aren't you GeM?"

"Yep that's me, hello there" Dawn said, so glad that she finally found someone she could talk to.

Drunk, stoned and hallucinating Ryan wrestled all of his consciousness on keeping track of Centralia. Despite all of his inebriations, his lightning reflexes pulled through as he launched himself to his feet and sprinting over to her, quickly catching her in his arms, realizing that he was about to compromise his own balance. Thinking fast, he stumbled backwards into the wall, keeping Centralia in front of him. "Ok." He breathed as he quickly started to slip.

"Thank you Ryan," Centralia let out in a sigh of relief, feeling herself supported. "I can be quite a handful when I drink too much."

Standing on her own now, she extended her hand to the man and two women. "Hello my friends! My name is Centralia, from Suntura in A New Hope. I come from a dictatorship!" she exclaimed, suddenly realizing that in a world full of free nations, this would seem rather amusing....it not to anyone else, then at least to her. "Well, I should clarify my previous statement," she thought further, "Suntura is not a dictatorship but it is in a region that is a dictatorship. It is the entire region that is the dictatorship.....unless you are from 'The Empire'...." she trailed off, for the first time in a long time actually thinking about the regional politics and the war that has been ongoing for longer then she could remember.....a war that put so many in the world to shame.....a war not about mass destruction or politics.....no about something else that no one quite understood and one no one dared to inquire about.

Breaking from her trance like state, she reinstituted her bright smile while trying to take everyone in. "Please, tell me more about you. Where do you come from? What is it like? Ryan here....he eats seafood! Can you believe that? He lives on an island!" Centralia exclaimed, the idea of Ryan's homeland and customs intriguing her, especially now in her intoxicated state.

OOC: Ravencorps, my guy is waiting outside your door...

"You own a company in the auto industry? Also, I would not mind taking a ride in one of your cars sometime."

Klara said as they danced together on the dance floor, Tomi could see Klara was a graceful dancer and she could see that he was a good dancer as well, they danced superbly together on the dance floor. They danced for a while, having a good time doing so.

After the song ended, Klara sighed and remarked "You are a good dancer, Tomi.", giving Tomi a smile before going to the table to finish her glass of amaretto as she took her chair at the table. She sat down on her chair and looked at Tomi.

"Perhaps we could talk, just get to know each other better?"

~ Nodding once, Tomasso took the seat next to Klara. Getting to know her seemed like a good idea. In fact, to the young Nitalian, it sounded like a great idea: he couldn't keep his eyes off of Klara anyway.

She's so beautiful ...

" So," he began, his voice still bubbling with slight laughter and just plain happiness, " where are you from anyway?"~

~ Nodding once, Tomasso took the seat next to Klara. Getting to know her seemed like a good idea. In fact, to the young Nitalian, it sounded like a great idea: he couldn't keep his eyes off of Klara anyway.

She's so beautiful ...

" So," he began, his voice still bubbling with slight laughter and just plain happiness, " where are you from anyway?"~

Klara smiled at him a bit as he took his seat at the table, and then she began to respond to his question about where she came from.

"I come from the nation of Rhodesian Africa." Klara said.

~ Curious, Tomi could not help but wonder more, and began to ask more questions that he thought he should have, his inquistive nature taking over his better judgement.

" Where is it? What's it like there? Do you like living there?"

Catching himself, the young Graffane stopped, sat back, and decided to let Klara explain herself before she became annoyed with him, which was the last thing Tomasso wanted.~

~ Curious, Tomi could not help but wonder more, and began to ask more questions that he thought he should have, his inquistive nature taking over his better judgement.

" Where is it? What's it like there? Do you like living there?"

Catching himself, the young Graffane stopped, sat back, and decided to let Klara explain herself before she became annoyed with him, which was the last thing Tomasso wanted.~

Klara listened to his questions and then replied to all of them in the order that Tomi had asked her them.

"Rhodesian Africa is the whole continent of Africa. It is a diverse place, with different landforms and ethnic groups and it is an alright place to live."

~ Tomasso nodded in response to Klara's answers, and decided to share a bit about himself as well. He didn't want it to feel like an interrogation, after all. After another drink to smooth his throat over, Tomi began,

" I come from Nueve Italia. It's a land that's seen its share of trouble ..." he paused as he remembered. The Bandurian ships, the desperate escape, the bright flahes, the explosions ... Isola D'Argenta ... you will never be forgotten.

He realized that he had a blank look on his face as he stared off into space. Shaking his head, he wiped his eye and continued.

" It's a beautiful country, probably the most pure sandy beaches and snowy mountains in the world," he ended proudly. He loved his land, and enjoyed talking about it. The sights, the sounds, the food oh, the food ..., everything about it made him wonder why he ever left it anyhow.

Tomi focused his eyes again and got a good look at Klara. He smiled, both outside and in.

So this is why I leave ... I would leave to see her time and again.~

"Hey, I'll be right back." Ryan said to Centralia as he walked over to the bathroom. Christ, put her on a leash. He thought.

As he went to wash his hands, he began to contemplate an exit. In a fluid motion he slipped a small packed in between his cheek and his gum. Ryan looked under his eyes, checking the small veins on his irises. Wonder what her brother will do if he saw her like this. Probably doesn't get out too much.

Ryan walked out of the restroom and walked towards the bar. "Two waters with lime." He slowly walked back to Centralia. "Hey, how goes it?"

~ Tomasso nodded in response to Klara's answers, and decided to share a bit about himself as well. He didn't want it to feel like an interrogation, after all. After another drink to smooth his throat over, Tomi began,

" I come from Nueve Italia. It's a land that's seen its share of trouble ..." he paused as he remembered. The Bandurian ships, the desperate escape, the bright flahes, the explosions ... Isola D'Argenta ... you will never be forgotten.

He realized that he had a blank look on his face as he stared off into space. Shaking his head, he wiped his eye and continued.

" It's a beautiful country, probably the most pure sandy beaches and snowy mountains in the world," he ended proudly. He loved his land, and enjoyed talking about it. The sights, the sounds, the food oh, the food ..., everything about it made him wonder why he ever left it anyhow.

Tomi focused his eyes again and got a good look at Klara. He smiled, both outside and in.

So this is why I leave ... I would leave to see her time and again.~

Klara listened to all the information Tomi gave her about Nueve Italia, it seemed like a good place to live in. After he had finished, Klara decided to talk about Rhodesian Africa and its features.

"Our nation has been peaceful mostly, we have not fought a war since World War II, I believe, so my grandfather told me." Klara paused to remember her grandfather's stories but then continued talking.

"Rhodesian Africa is diverse in climate, the North has a lot of desert, there is also the Sahara to count in, but as you go south the climate and vegetation changes, the deserts turn into jungles for example."

She decided to stop talking at that moment, deciding to let Tomi continue the conversation.

~ Tomasso was impressed. A peaceful country ... If only, right?

First though, he had to ask Klara about something.

" A real desert? I heard that there used to be one in Isola D'Argenta, in the South, but I never saw it, I lived in the North at the time. There isn't one in Isola Dorata either. Is it really burning hot in the day but freezing at night?"

Realizing that she may not know what he was talking about, he quickly clarified,

" Isola D'Argenta was the original island that we inhabited. I was really young when we left but we ... migrated ... to Isola Dorata, and it's where we live now."~

~ Tomasso was impressed. A peaceful country ... If only, right?

First though, he had to ask Klara about something.

" A real desert? I heard that there used to be one in Isola D'Argenta, in the South, but I never saw it, I lived in the North at the time. There isn't one in Isola Dorata either. Is it really burning hot in the day but freezing at night?"

Realizing that she may not know what he was talking about, he quickly clarified,

" Isola D'Argenta was the original island that we inhabited. I was really young when we left but we ... migrated ... to Isola Dorata, and it's where we live now."~

After listening to what Tomi said, Klara began to reply.

"Indeed, the Sahara is a real desert, it is hot in the day but freezing at night, the temperatures can reach about 58 °C (136 °F), at least I heard that is how much the temperatures can reach to. I visited the Sahara when I was fourteen, it was hot and dry but I endured it."

"You live on an island? I live in Southern Africa, I've lived there my entire life basically, we lived near the Cape of Good Hope, I still remember the days I spent looking over the coast, all the ships going back and forth."

OOC: Last post for the night, ok?

~ Tomasso nodded, a grin spreading over his face.

" Yes, I love the sea. Heh, I design cars, but I actually always wanted to be on a boat. The ocean ... it's actually calming to me, I can't explain it. My family used to take little trips to Porto Santo when I was younger, and I would just stare at all the ships and boats going by. Mia mamma took me out on a yacht once there. The rocking of the waves, the cool breeze ... I absolutely loved it."

He paused for a second, reflecting on that moment. He could still feel the salty wind against his face. He opened his eyes again as he took abother drink of his amaretto until he eyed the bottom the glass, and then turned his attention to Klara once more.

" What about you, Klara? What do you love?"~

OOC: Last post for the night, ok?

~ Tomasso nodded, a grin spreading over his face.

" Yes, I love the sea. Heh, I design cars, but I actually always wanted to be on a boat. The ocean ... it's actually calming to me, I can't explain it. My family used to take little trips to Porto Santo when I was younger, and I would just stare at all the ships and boats going by. Mia mamma took me out on a yacht once there. The rocking of the waves, the cool breeze ... I absolutely loved it."

He paused for a second, reflecting on that moment. He could still feel the salty wind against his face. He opened his eyes again as he took abother drink of his amaretto until he eyed the bottom the glass, and then turned his attention to Klara once more.

" What about you, Klara? What do you love?"~

OOC: Sure, thanks for telling me.

"My father took our family on our ship through the Cape, we often sailed around, seeing all the ships and boats that came to and from the Cape of Good Hope. I liked it, I had also kept records of what I saw in my journal, for example I saw ostriches on the shore once, but I loved going out by myself to the harbor and just seeing the waves."

Klara smiled at Tomi, it seemed they both had been a bit nautical in the past.

Centralia smiled back at Ryan, "I am doing well. Thank you for asking. So have you been up here before? It looks rather amazing, but I hestitate to make my way around without a guide. I have been known to stumble into places I really should not be," she added, looking briefly around to see if Aristes had come to join them.

OOC sorry Der Fuhrer Dyszel was asleep on this side of the world

Centralia joined Ryan on the seat, feeling slightly grounded again. After steadying herself, she brushed a single lock of hair, which had dislodged from her ornately done hair style, behind her ear. "Well, I must say, I feel pretty good when I am not on my feet. Those drinks really hit you when you fast when you stand up," her smile beamed, the dimmed light still catching in hers.

The elevator doors binged open, revealing a few people who had come up. "Oh look Ryan! We have company. Perhaps we should offer them a seat?" Without waiting for an answer from Ryan, Centralia enthusiastically waved the group over.

"Please, come join us. Here," she offered, gently taking Cindy by her hand and guiding her into the seat, beginning to fall back on her own as she felt the lightlessness rush to her head and the ground again move beneath her feet.

"Whoo.....ground moving again," she cautiously spoke, trying to futilely save herself.
"my name Cindy Waters ,thats my girlfriend Tasha Scott and her husband and my boyfriend David or you can call him by his nickname Devil"said Cindy sitting next to Centralia


"Thank you Ryan," Centralia let out in a sigh of relief, feeling herself supported. "I can be quite a handful when I drink too much."

Standing on her own now, she extended her hand to the man and two women. "Hello my friends! My name is Centralia, from Suntura in A New Hope. I come from a dictatorship!" she exclaimed, suddenly realizing that in a world full of free nations, this would seem rather amusing....it not to anyone else, then at least to her. "Well, I should clarify my previous statement," she thought further, "Suntura is not a dictatorship but it is in a region that is a dictatorship. It is the entire region that is the dictatorship.....unless you are from 'The Empire'...." she trailed off, for the first time in a long time actually thinking about the regional politics and the war that has been ongoing for longer then she could remember.....a war that put so many in the world to shame.....a war not about mass destruction or politics.....no about something else that no one quite understood and one no one dared to inquire about.

Breaking from her trance like state, she reinstituted her bright smile while trying to take everyone in. "Please, tell me more about you. Where do you come from? What is it like? Ryan here....he eats seafood! Can you believe that? He lives on an island!" Centralia exclaimed, the idea of Ryan's homeland and customs intriguing her, especially now in her intoxicated state.

"The Shadow Empire of Imperial and we too have seafood"said Tasha as she sits next to Cindy

"Yep that's me, hello there" Dawn said, so glad that she finally found someone she could talk to.

"My names Ambrosia and I'm such a fan of yours, I loved your song Highway Heights. Can I buy you a drink?"

OOC: Sure, thanks for telling me.

"My father took our family on our ship through the Cape, we often sailed around, seeing all the ships and boats that came to and from the Cape of Good Hope. I liked it, I had also kept records of what I saw in my journal, for example I saw ostriches on the shore once, but I loved going out by myself to the harbor and just seeing the waves."

Klara smiled at Tomi, it seemed they both had been a bit nautical in the past.

~ Tomasso had heard of The Cape of Good Hope before, but he as he thought about it, another name popped in his head: The Cape of Storms. He shuddered slightly: the thought of being lost at sea, or shipwrecked, was one of his greatest phobias. For as much as he loved the water, he always had nightmares of drowning. To him, that had to be the worst way to leave this Earth ...

Still, he could not help but still be fascinated with the sea. It was like the Captain of the Yacht he went on told him: " No matter how much the ocean howls and fights at ya', you'll always go back to her, no matter what."

He cleared his throat as quietly as possible, and let his hand glide out in front of him as it swept across the room slowly as he proclaimed to Klara,

" One day, I'll take a ship all the way around the world. I'll see every country, every city, every shore ..." he smiled again as he let out a slight laugh and then, " Maybe you'd come with me? We could see the world together, go where we want, when we want."

He sighed happily as he thought about it, but then realized that it probably was feasible for him, and he definately wouldn't mind taking the girl next to him along. Not one bit ...

" Would you come with me, Klara?"~~

~ Tomasso had heard of The Cape of Good Hope before, but he as he thought about it, another name popped in his head: The Cape of Storms. He shuddered slightly: the thought of being lost at sea, or shipwrecked, was one of his greatest phobias. For as much as he loved the water, he always had nightmares of drowning. To him, that had to be the worst way to leave this Earth ...

Still, he could not help but still be fascinated with the sea. It was like the Captain of the Yacht he went on told him: " No matter how much the ocean howls and fights at ya', you'll always go back to her, no matter what."

He cleared his throat as quietly as possible, and let his hand glide out in front of him as it swept across the room slowly as he proclaimed to Klara,

" One day, I'll take a ship all the way around the world. I'll see every country, every city, every shore ..." he smiled again as he let out a slight laugh and then, " Maybe you'd come with me? We could see the world together, go where we want, when we want."

He sighed happily as he thought about it, but then realized that it probably was feasible for him, and he definately wouldn't mind taking the girl next to him along. Not one bit ...

" Would you come with me, Klara?"~~

"Some people just get that effect from the ocean, even if the ocean howls and fights them, they still seem to go sailing through the waves, still going back to the ocean." Klara said.

"That would be nice to go sailing around the world, seeing various destinations, experiencing new things. You would need a ship that can endure storms though, you would not want to sink, but if that happened, make sure you have a raft or something."

Klara contemplated Tomi's question for a bit and then replied. "I guess I could go with you, it would be nice to experience sailing once again, it has been some time since I went sailing."

~ Tomi nodded and grinned in response to Klara's answer.

" Than it's settled: we'll tour the world as soon as we can!"

For some reason, at that moment, he reached into his pocket and felt a hard, square object. Pulling it out, Tomi saw that it was the card that Colderon had given him: the card that led to the top floor.

I wonder what's up there ...

Standing, he offered his hand to Klara to help her up.

" Do you want to come with me? I'd like to find out what this is," he declared as he turned the card over and over in his other hand.

As he did so, Colderon Zion's voice echoed again through his mind:

" For if I surround myself with strong people then I can draw on their strength to use it for my own ..."

He was still puzzled by the man's intentions, but his curiosity was finally getting the best of him.

I'll find out what you mean yet, Mister Zion ...~

"My names Ambrosia and I'm such a fan of yours, I loved your song Highway Heights. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Hi Ambrosia, sure lets go to the bar. So where are you from?"

~ Tomi nodded and grinned in response to Klara's answer.

" Than it's settled: we'll tour the world as soon as we can!"

For some reason, at that moment, he reached into his pocket and felt a hard, square object. Pulling it out, Tomi saw that it was the card that Colderon had given him: the card that led to the top floor.

I wonder what's up there ...

Standing, he offered his hand to Klara to help her up.

" Do you want to come with me? I'd like to find out what this is," he declared as he turned the card over and over in his other hand.

As he did so, Colderon Zion's voice echoed again through his mind:

" For if I surround myself with strong people then I can draw on their strength to use it for my own ..."

He was still puzzled by the man's intentions, but his curiosity was finally getting the best of him.

I'll find out what you mean yet, Mister Zion ...~

Klara took his hand and got off of her seat at the table. She looked at the card he held in his hand, Klara began to think it must have been a card for select people in the club.

"Sure, I will go with you, it sounds interesting."

Klara followed Tomi as they went to the elevator, soon she would see what this card was used for, what places they could go with it.

Cookesland Quote:
Originally Posted by The Amazons Daughters
"My names Ambrosia and I'm such a fan of yours, I loved your song Highway Heights. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Hi Ambrosia, sure lets go to the bar. So where are you from?"

"A black ambrosia for myself and what ever GeM would like please bartender"

Ambrosia pays and puts in a quite substantial tip.

"I'm from Penthesileia the capital city of the Amazonian Empire although it has been 6 months since I was last home."

"How about yourself, Where are you from?"

Tag for later post after work....

((OOC: Maybe if I bring it to attention here? I'm still waiting man :())

OOC: Sorry for no post in a few days, just Graduated
_____

~ As the Nitalian and Klara made their way over to an elevator with a golden door, a bouncer stepped in front of the two. Apparently, no one was to use that elevator without permission, and luckily for Tomasso, he had the permission.

Slowly, he reached into his pocket where he stowed away the card again and held it up towards the rather large man who seemmed to have the disposition of a rather upset, rather threatening bear. Upon seeing the small piece of plastic, the bouncer immediately changed attitudes. Tomi spoke up,

" Mister Zion handed this to me. I'd like to see where it goes."~

as the other talked David was reading something on his PD
"mm P270A Diablo Combat Pistol renamed Dragoon Combat Pistol " he said to himself as he starts to read what he was looking at

Bump

Waking up from his nightmarish headache, Aristes stumbled to his feet, the pain somewhat now residing. Grabbing the side of the wall he was resting on, he squinted as he looked through the darkness......something vaguely familiar surfacing within his memory. Lights began to form again and he could see the street which had fallen asleep on. Trying his best to straighten his ruffled suit, he later gave up just to hold onto the wall. With an unsteady gait, he worked his way back to the club. He had abandoned Centralia and desperately need to check up on her.


Meanwhile, inside the club, Centralia began to sober up quickly. Sitting on a bench somewhere, she gathered herself up to look around her and gather her surroundings. She realized that she was no longer at the bar, and blushed with slight embarrassment that she had allowed herself to drink as much as she had. Excusing herself, she went in search of a bathroom, one in which she was having a difficult time finding.

Turning back to those who she was with, she sheepishly smiled, "Excuse me, does anyone know where I can find a restroom?" she asked to Ryan, Cindy, Tasha, and David.

"Mm P270A Diablo Combat Pistol renamed Dragoon Combat Pistol," David replied, looking at something in his hand.

"Excuse me?" she asked more curiously, wondering what this strange man was talking about, trying to piece together how any of that had to deal with a bathroom.


OOC: Apologies for my vacation and thereof lack of responses. ;)

Waking up from his nightmarish headache, Aristes stumbled to his feet, the pain somewhat now residing. Grabbing the side of the wall he was resting on, he squinted as he looked through the darkness......something vaguely familiar surfacing within his memory. Lights began to form again and he could see the street which had fallen asleep on. Trying his best to straighten his ruffled suit, he later gave up just to hold onto the wall. With an unsteady gait, he worked his way back to the club. He had abandoned Centralia and desperately need to check up on her.


Meanwhile, inside the club, Centralia began to sober up quickly. Sitting on a bench somewhere, she gathered herself up to look around her and gather her surroundings. She realized that she was no longer at the bar, and blushed with slight embarrassment that she had allowed herself to drink as much as she had. Excusing herself, she went in search of a bathroom, one in which she was having a difficult time finding.

Turning back to those who she was with, she sheepishly smiled, "Excuse me, does anyone know where I can find a restroom?" she asked to Ryan, Cindy, Tasha, and David.

"Mm P270A Diablo Combat Pistol renamed Dragoon Combat Pistol," David replied, looking at something in his hand.

"Excuse me?" she asked more curiously, wondering what this strange man was talking about, trying to piece together how any of that had to deal with a bathroom.


OOC: Apologies for my vacation and thereof lack of responses. ;)

"don't mine him he going over a report of a new handgun the military getting and me and Cindy just about go to restroom so just join us"said Tasha

"Great!" exclaimed Centralia as she walked with the two women. "Thank you for inviting me with you. Do you two live close to here? And what is it like where you live?"

"Great!" exclaimed Centralia as she walked with the two women. "Thank you for inviting me with you. Do you two live close to here? And what is it like where you live?"

"your welcome and no we live in a far off palce and the city we live in is very busy"said Tasha