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Post by Ezra Rosethorn on Sept 19, 2014 22:44:30 GMT -8
The throbbing heartbeat of a glorified monster pounded off each of the walls as a mass of bodies bobbed and swayed in an anxious tantrum through one another, over, between. The smell of sweat, smoke, and acrid toxins filled the air and breathing was next to impossible unless it was shared in the same tantric motion, the same reckless sway of the crowd and their seemingly uncoordinated undulation. One could say that they weren't really alive in this moment, that the atmosphere alone clouded everything and truly bleared out the consciousness of what the real world made pressing. It was true enough while the senses stang, bled, and groaned for a release while throttled constantly. Not just the scents but the sounds as noise ruptured the ears of the unready or unwilling; the lights made it impossible to track time or place as bodies swayed in the towering ceilings. They moved slowly, swiftly a constant contradiction while in the lights bobbing but in the dark shifting meters from where they'd once been. Strobes blinding etching out the walls in colors and then to black and white it was an unreal sight something that could only be described as fantasy.
The room itself whilst caught in the midst of a raving festival of lights, scents, and sounds would look something fantastically boring under scrutiny of daylight a hovel of cement walls placed together in a large foray overlooked by another smaller lever where tables were placed. On the upper level there were small enclaves of tables hidden away by velvet cloth, tables reserved for those willing to claim them by VIP status. To the furthest corner however there was a outstretched bar setting, though for tonight however it was all prettied up with a manicure of pastel and paint given the impression of a new-age club. Prestige, it was called, the newest of the esteemed clubs that'd opened over the past few months new enough of course to draw attention to it.
In one such corners of the club, a little enclave that'd been staked out by Mr. Ezra Rosethorn or as the name he'd given Alex Highgarden. An alias of course, he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Granted he'd prefer not to be caught dead anywhere. A soft little scoff under his breath for thinking in such a manner, still the old paranoia acting up although he'd never been one to consider the fact that he could die no he was still young, untouchable. All the same his godfather made sure that he live under a different surname, one that would keep him safe if he'd ever gotten himself into trouble of course thats exactly what he'd be looking for at some point. Trouble.
"Alex my boy," A stout Austrian man would say loud enough to be audible over the music from a meter away although Ezra would be compliant enough to ignore it all the same keeping his head down intently observant of the rim of his drink. The man who had addressed him was tall though that wouldn't be the first thing you'd notice about the fellow, standing at nearly 6'4" it'd be hard to miss him but his shoulders are really what made him stand out wide as a truck the man had trouble squeezing in beside Ezra in the corner of the booth. Buttons seeming to pop on the man's leather suit-coat. "Alex, You deaf or something!" This time a swift and demanding introduction of a palm to the back of his head bringing Ezra's eyes to focus.
"Needs more sugar." A bored and undirected commentary about his drink returned as though the amiable showmanship of his larger friend went unacquired. "So James, do you have any sugar?" This time a curious grin turned up Ezra's cheeks turning cautiously to his friend's side as the man seemed to narrow his brows angrily before breaking into a boisterous laughter.
"HAHA You'd make an awful undercover pig you realize that right." The Austrian man bellowed slipping a hand into his coat pocket and sliding it across the table unconcerned of its repercussions. "Sweetest you'll find, shipping in twenty kilos next week. It really is like getting away with murder, although certainly less messy."
"Unless you spill." Ezra said once more eyes glazed away from his partner curtailing to the small plastic bag as he'd line his fingers along the rim tilting it so he could pinch a corner and tear away a small increment of the powder.
"Careful friend, might knock you on your ass." Another swift bellow. The man certainly didn't know the meaning of indoor voice however in a place like this he was a welcome advocate.
Sniff.
A wince of pain shooting up through Ezra's nostrils hitting right between the eyes and stinging more than a sock to the face he was upright and locked in his seat closing his eyes but feeling them burn, melt away into their sockets and before long the pain becoming more than that. It wasn't quite pain any longer but a stinging of nerves that fell into tandem with the music and flow of the party. He could feel the waves, sense the vibration of speech but his limbs weren't responding to him but rather the impulses that the music brought on. "Really strong." He'd acknowledge biting his lip to feel the tendrils of pain shoot out, sensations were certainly elevated his world was certainly in for a ride.
"Duties done here Alex, I have another buyer to attend to. Don't die, would hate to lose you as a customer. HAA!" James would bellow again taking his stump out of the club in a jovial fashion as though every little joke or plastered remark made his day. Typical of a drug dealer making millions on the side neglecting the rights and laws of the world, and Ezra was the biggest hypocrite feeling the world melt over him.
Queue to black.
Not quite black, not quite white, an absolvement of colors paraded him, flushing his features with the force of the world. He was in the crowd, at the center of the heartbeat, pulsating, throbbing, feeling his body fall prey to how the world moved. Just how they'd made it go. THEY.
THEY WOULD PAY.
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Post by Ruby Dehdashti on Oct 23, 2014 3:31:38 GMT -8
The seemingly chaotic atmosphere of the club, pulsing, undulating, and raucous. This was exactly the kind of scene where one would find Ruby. With an undying love for the night life and the alternative view it offered her, she danced and drank alongside with the crowd her. Discordant with the sleeping world that lie just outside the walls, yet somehow each person was in sync with the other in that they all had the common goal to have fun. Amidst the sweat and body heat, the tension and sensual air brought on by dancing in close quarters with others, she enjoyed the high gained from the hazy atmosphere. Or maybe she was dehydrated from dancing. Or maybe it was the booze. Hmm... Maybe it was just time for a break.
Ruby removed herself from the crowded dance floor and approached a seat not far from a particular drug deal taking place. Not exactly inconspicuous in their business, were they? She watched the man sample the product, then turned with a smile to head towards the bartender, in search of a drink.
"Back again?" The friendly face slid down to her end of the counter.
"Yea," she giggled. "But for water this time." For as much alcohol she'd consumed that night, one would think she'd have ended up on the floor passed out in a sloppy stupor by now. But her words were fairly coherent. Besides, she was being responsible and drinking water. The bartender set the glass in front of her, then went on to help some other bar patrons. Ruby let her eyes wander across the lively scene until they met up with a familiar hue. The deep red eyes of her brother stared back with a relaxed gaze. Not a common expression for Michael to wear. Usually he was so uptight in crowded areas. Perhaps it was because of the boy he was talking to. Ruby smiled at him, happy to see he was having a fun time, then made her way back to the dance floor.
A flurry of blurred and unrecognizable faces, dulled and expressionless, once again consumed her like a wave. But a familiar visage stood out. He probably would have ordinarily gone unnoticed, if not for her having already seen the man in a more relaxed state. She approached casually and continued to move her body to the beat of the music. To him, she would undoubtedly just be another face. To Ruby, the guy was a potential friend and more importantly, a connection in this new town.
"Didn't anybody ever tell you drugs are bad for you?" she laughed. Kidding of course, and he would be able to see that much. Ruby recognized the glazed over look in his eyes. It was all too familiar to her. The kind that altered the world in strange ways, while somehow keeping you hyper aware of your surroundings. The barriers that line reality shift and the colors bleed into each other, almost like a water color painting that was left out in the rain. The shapes still discernible, but only because you knew what they were to begin with. It creates a new perspective, arguably infinitely more beautiful than the first. At least far more interesting. But then you remember you're just high and the lines snap back to normal. At that point, all you can do is wait for the dream to fade in again.
It seems like a nice escape, but typically Ruby tried to stay away from hard drugs. But she wasn't the type to tell somebody how to live. His choices were his own.
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Post by Ezra Rosethorn on Oct 23, 2014 11:16:02 GMT -8
"Didn't anybody ever tell you drugs are bad for you?"
The voice came like a sudden shock, earthquake sending ripples through his racked brain. As it did the world came back into perspective, the oriented throb of the room had become a welcome normal vibe his body feeling the movements and eventually gaining a sudden comfort but now he'd suddenly been thrust back into the world of something new a realization that the changing presence was upsetting his trip just a tad. Drugs are bad. He'd nod unintentionally and in silence as if he were arguing with himself albeit momentarily trying to form cohesive words. There was a laugh though, phases of this short conversation hitting in slow timed out waves his body slow to recognize the social queues that were to progress.
"And you're the pillar of good deeds I imagine."
Ezra would force a trembling smirk still getting a handle on this breach from reality. Strange of course how such an able bodied person was having such difficulty with the most basic of relations, his motor functions aptly tuned to the rhythmic vibe of the dance music pulsating in the background. Eventually of course he'd inch over in the booth providing and open seat however he wouldn't gesture to it in the slightest, that'd take a tad bit more effort than he had at his expense.
"Alex, I'm new in town."
He'd say offering up a hand that wasn't stuffed in his pocket clutched around the pouch that'd been given to him moments before. His eyes slowly gaining repute, his focus tingling in as he'd never really taken the opportunity to notice her. Statuesque, strong in her posture, and now Ezra was suffering another feeling, empty handed that he was missing a drink of his own.
Assuming she had or had not taken his hand to shake he'd use the same to raise a hand to grasp the bartenders assistance hopefully his position in the booth and his almost desperate facade would garter him a little aid on the matter. |
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Post by Ruby Dehdashti on Oct 24, 2014 2:36:03 GMT -8
"You got me," she laughed. "But everyone's got a vice." She slid into the vacant spot in the booth next to the man, leaning into him just slightly to better hear his words over the music.
"Ruby," she smiled warmly with an outstretched hand, giving it a friendly shake. That was always a little weird to her, but societal convention made traditional trends like shaking hands a necessity in friendly conversation. "Nice to meet you." She gave the man a casual once over in a small attempt to gauge what kind of person she'd chosen to converse with. She knew a couple things about him at this point. It could have just been the drugs, but the guy seemed a little uptight, especially for the club scene. Kid needed to relax some. He also had a penchant for hard drugs which, almost regrettably, was most of the reason why she'd approached him in the first place. Guys with drugs meant guys with connections. Hearing he was new in town was not only disappointing but also a little... shocking. But no matter, she'd made wrong assumptions about people in the past.
"New? How'd you find a dealer so fast?" With a relaxed smile and a nonchalant tone, Ruby hoped her easy going vibe would pervade the air enough for him to play off of.
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Post by Ezra Rosethorn on Oct 29, 2014 0:55:47 GMT -8
She'd handled that, far better than he'd imagined with his rather less then amiable remark. Ruby, she was starting out to be an interesting find amongst the fodder that made up this paltry existence they postured in. Though suspicion naturally grasped him when she took in his hand without causation for retreat given his status however pride it would seem kept that suspicion in check never drawing into conclusions that strange coincidences would prove to be his undoing.
Her observations would be fairly on point as Ezra did corner himself off to a selected area in the room. Not the center of the dance floor or penchant for attention he'd picked his safe zone and mark it as his own to be fought or torn from it would be like fighting a trapped animal. Ezra's motions still following through the regular niceties; shaking her hand, retreating, then shirking to a pocket where it'd be safe from judgement as he idly played with quarters that fell into place making a ringing sound far from pitch against the tides of music that flooded the room.
"New? How'd you find a dealer so fast?"
Shit.
Straight and too the point she was clearly not missing on the apparent bold labels that came with the game. True enough his identity was to be new in town and he really had no direct notion of explaining just how he'd gotten intertwined in the world beneath without exposing himself here and there. Wincing momentarily perhaps a cause of the drugs but mostly just a hindering moment to buy him a second of time to really think out his next move. Paranoia of course grappled him but once more pride standing out above all, she was just a pretty face in a club who wasn't a dumb hood ornament.
"A buddy of mine, luck has it he's not so new in town."
Ezra let off a relieved sigh trying to make it sound like one of subtle jest, like he really did have a little something to hide veiled behind his words. Why you ask? Hell he'd hoped it was true women loved a little mystery to their men.
"What about you?" He'd jut in abruptly from a seemingly extended pause, though with the drugs in his system he couldn't really be certain the words weren't all chiming in at once or hours were passing. "New in town?"
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Post by Ruby Dehdashti on Nov 11, 2014 3:48:45 GMT -8
"I'll be real with you," she said with a friendly grin, gaze drifting elsewhere. "I wish I had those kinds of connections. But no, I just moved here not too long ago with my brother," she leaned back and pointed at a rather beefy young fellow, chatting up some guy over drinks. Ruby was practically an open book, and had absolutely nothing to hide. Besides, it made conversation easier to not have secrets. Although, meeting somebody with secrets... that made things interesting. One of her greatest hobbies was always gossip. Collecting information, if you will. She was a collector of people, memories, blackmail. Perhaps to make up for her lack of experience in life.
Ruby didn't know this guy, or the first thing about him past what she could only observe in a club scene, which wasn't much. But she did know there was more to him than he let on, which made for an interesting man. She couldn't help but pry a little further with trivial questions, if only just to seem friendly.
"Where are you from, then? Just visiting, or...?"
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