The Dark Side [Aislin]

[phoenix]

The streetlights of the city dazzled against the dark and sleek sky, quickly illuminating the stars as the sun slowly sank beyond the horizon. The bustle of business men and women in their suits and ties were exchanged with younger and energetic people dressed to party until dawn. Rather than rushing to work or get their errands done, people were running to meet their friends and trying to get in line before everyone else. As if society completely done a 180, the professional and mature were replaced with bold and sassy. No matter who shoved who, no one seemed to mind the thick crowds as the neon lights flashed with advertisement and the night came to life.

A slender woman, fiery hair hiding disapproving eyes, pushed against the crowd as every person fought their way towards their destination. From the distances, the sight of the city was amazing and it took no more than a minute to convince herself to take a quick tour of the city she felt connected to. But silently gliding into the downtown nearly took her by surprised as men walked by, ready to jump anything that was willing and female. However, as the city shimmered with potential, so did her eagerness to explore the shadows and secrets of New York.

Continuing forward, a simple and yet elegant café stole her interest as she swayed to observed. The club seemed small on the outside, velvet curtains hid the decorations from the insides as a short line was formed comfortable outside. Jean caressed the streams that held the line in single file as she made her way up to the front. The bouncer’s eyes narrowed at her confronting presence and easily blocked her destination. By simply pushing a thought into his mind, a single gesture that she could easily inflict, he shook his head at the confusion and apologized for the misunderstanding.

The inside was decorated with a modern feel; black leather couches, black lights creating a poetic feel, and glass tables located every inch besides the dancing floor. The odd thing was Jean felt an attraction towards the mysterious vibe, but also felt out of place and exposed to the free thinkers that expressed themselves freely to each other. Relaxing, however, wasn’t a choice as a man began to express himselfand the thoughts on his mind. Disgusted at the pathetic attempt to tempt her, Jean eyes flared with a noticeable anger and in seconds tightened his windpipe to stop the flow of air. The loud music drumming from the live band out did his gurgle for oxygen and the think wave of bodies nearly blocked anyone’s view from a gruesome display. So in the seconds Jean felt consumed, it was hard to ignore the feeling for sick satisfaction.

[aislin]

The blonde rubbed her face slightly, still at a loss for words at the audacity of her date—she should have known better than to agree to go anywhere with the guy, for he always gave her the creeps. There was just something about him that was not quite right, and although he was very sweet toward her, despite Aislin’s less than appealing personality, she just got a nagging feeling that the guy was not right in the head. He was dumb enough to pursue her, after all. She regretted not listening to her gut instinct now, shuddering slightly at the thought of him—things had been going good at first, and for a moment, she considered going on another date with him, until halfway through their date he had asked for a lock of her hair. That had definitely put a damper on the females’ mood, taken aback by the sheer…strangeness of the request. Naturally, she declined, making up a half-assed excuse so she could leave as quickly as possible.

Now she was stuck walking home, her jacket wrapped tightly around herself as she eased through the crowd, going out of her way to avoid touching anybody. After that ordeal, she really needed a drink, not particularly caring where from, either. Being a mutant, she felt safe in a sense—that is, as long as her mutanity would stay hidden from the public, the last thing she needed was to be jumped by some close-minded, dimwitted thugs who thought they were hot shit just because the ganged up on people and beat the crap out of them. Still, she had the upper hand in a fight—not that she was really looking to get into a scrap or anything…then again, she just seemed to attract trouble.

Veering off suddenly, she saw a rather nice looking place—not that she cared. It had alcohol, and that was enough for her. The bouncer gave her a once over—long blonde hair had been curled and put into a neat bun, a few strands hanging around her face, while soft, sensual makeup had been placed upon her face, lips painted red. Her dress, a deep, vivid maroon, was tight fitting and went to her knees with slits up the sides to allow more maneuverability, the top part just showing a hit of cleavage whilst the spaghetti straps held it all up. Red pumps gave her another two good inches of height; matching her dress nicely, while the black coat she wore hide her naked arms from view. All in all, she looked like she had cash, or at least knew someone with cash.

Needless to say, the bouncer allowed her in without much of a fuss, having difficulty tearing his eyes away from the curvaceous blonde as she walked off, a defiant skip to her step. Aislin grimaced as the loud music pumped through the place, shaking her to her very core, the many flashing lights leaving her a bit dazed—with how tightly packed the place was, it was impossible to avoid body contact, forcing the female to shove her way through the crowd—but not before accidentally bumping rather roughly into a redhead, something she had not intended to do—she did not apologize, though, for it was probably to loud in there for the other to even hear it if she had. Instead, she continued on her path toward the bar, in desperate need of a drink.

(OOC: Gah. Sorry that was crap. ><. I wasn’t sure how to respond—if you need me to add more, I can try…I hope I gave you something to work with.)

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[phoenix]

The squirming of the middle-age man remained futile as he clawed at his throat, suspended up in the air as if a ghost held him there. For a moment lost in time, Jean’s skin glow an unnatural red and her bright lips formed into a thirsty smirk for vengeance. Thick locks roused from the tension of psychic ability as her hand steady the man in midair, ready to quickly finish her threat. Clothed in a crimson dress, fit for the salsa on the dance floor, no one would be the wiser when a man dropped unannounced. Many would think he collapsed from physically exhaustion or might had too much to drink, and would more likely to leave them there until the morning.

The grasp from Jean’s hand instantly snapped shut, allowing the male to temporarily stop altogether. The press of bodies surrounding him became too close for comfort. The music, at one time might have interest her, filled the room with a smooth melody, the chorus in sync as the fans around shouted along with the lyrics. The constant shouting however caused a pounding in her skull as Jean shook her head, trying to free herself from the miserable headache. As the light illuminated the faces enjoying the rush of music and drinks, Jean could feel the thoughts of many crashing inside her brain to the point the overwhelming began to deteriorate all of her senses.

The brush of another girl interrupted the flow of constant wants, secret desires, and thoughts. A young blond, dressed in a flattering outfit, pushed against her and continued on her way towards the bar without hesitation. Green eyes locked onto the girl as she disappeared into the think crowd, sensing unusual than the limited and weak humans around her. But before she could give it another thought, the man who once was fighting for his life, struggled to stand with a look of terror after a horrifying experience. His unshaven features gasped for air, shaggy blond hair twisted just as his slim lips done when he just realized what she was.

Jean did not follow him when he literally ran, fell, tripped and stumbled as he made his way out of her presence. The pressure of the music, the bodies and thoughts were an unexpected turn as she tried to keep sane before something snapped just like it did when the male tried to have his way. She bit her lip, tightly holding on to the screams that wouldn’t shut up and the chaos inside her mind was no paradise either. What Jean failed to notice was the same man that she had trapped, stagger onto center stage just as the popular band was about to sing the middle of their song. His limp arm and messy attire made many club members gossiping at how drunk he was, or how messed he had gotten himself.

“People, people! Get out of here now, we have a mutant here and if you want to live, get out of here now!” The male coughed up as bouncers began to remove him, not listening to his mumbling. But the words were already making impact on the people around; fear and even hatred were written in their eyes and their bodies ready to make action. Some dancers simply ignored the warning, while others pushed to the exits to leave the club, and the rest were assembling together to find the mutie that dared to interfere with their night, even if it meant causing a riot.

[OoC: No, your post was great~ I did get the idea of someone finding out there was a mutant from you though. I thought it might make a good plot. My post could have gone better, but I hope this is a good starter, if not please tell and we can think of something else. ]