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17 July 2006 @ 03:13 am
Shade is sitting at one of the tables in the club, smoking as usual and looking down at some unusually marked cards. They're vaguely reminiscent of tarot cards, the drawings are similar, but that seems to be where the similarity ends. The language written on them resembles Egyptian hieroglyphics more than anything else.

She flips a card over from the top of the deck and places it on the table in the middle of four others. Whatever the means, if anything, is apparently displeasing, as she scowls at the card and takes a sip of her glass of wine.
 
 
01 June 2006 @ 04:18 pm
It was a distant corner of Shadow, one usually undisturbed. One that was usually quiet, even. But it wasn't quiet and undisturbed right now. Teena was there, several inches above the ground, with ribbons of light and darkness dancing around her. Her voice was raised in song, but not the wordless, unearthly song that came from her so often. This was something a bit more standard.

"I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright
For once in my life
Now all that's left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together, but so broken up inside
'Cause I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes..."

Despite the agonized lyrics, her voice carried no pain. This was no lament...just remembrance.
 
 
Current Mood: sillymusical
 
 
15 May 2006 @ 05:03 am
Ow.  
The last thing he remembered doing was heading off to get ready for his next scene.

At the moment, he was suddenly aware that he was lying on his back, feeling very sore, especially his shoulder, and he couldn't see anything, presumably because it was dark.

And he felt... strange. It was hard to explain. But then, maybe that was just a concussion. He definitely felt fuzzy enough to have a concussion.

He wasn't aware of it yet, but there was a slow trickle of blood running down the side of his face. He looked alright otherwise, though he was definitely going to have a lot of bruises.

It was an alley, not far from the club, and it was a cloudy night. It was probably a lucky thing for him that he was close to the club, since if he'd been anywhere else he probably would have already been picked up by some of Shadow's less trustworthy residents.
 
 
22 April 2006 @ 02:26 pm
Tim was wiping down the bar, whistling to himself as usual. The usual night crowd was beginning to file in and the dance floor was already busy. The bartender listened idly to the general chatter, none of which was particularly interesting so far, but you never knew when something might come up later.
 
 
10 April 2006 @ 01:17 pm
It was, of course, to the Shadow side of Zael that he came to first. It was easier to access from the void and held more interest to him than the Sanctuary. He stepped out from a black as pitch portal and clasped his hands looking around. He was, now, a handsome man with a crooked nose and intense blue eyes. He was dressed simply in traveler's clothes with a dark purple cloak around his shoulders.

He then smiled a very pleased smile, and started to walk. In his shadowed wake, undead rose to follow.
 
 
Current Location: Shadow Zael... somewhere
Current Mood: accomplished
 
 
 
21 March 2006 @ 01:00 am
Both of his parents would pitch absolute fits if they knew he was here. Even his father, who was generally extremely laid-back when it came to things that his son did. Tobias was, after all, a good kid even if he did stir things up every once in a while.

It was just past eleven, and the club was busy. No one had noticed the teenager who was casually flopped in a chair at one of the back tables yet. He wasn't really doing his best to be noticed, but he wasn't hiding, either.

Only those who were familiar with angelic auras, particularly other angels and demons, would have been able to pick up on his, since he was making an effort to seem human.
 
 
06 March 2006 @ 12:58 am
Crowley was driving about the city in the Bentley. Rather randomly, if truth be told. He didn't really have a destination in mind, he was just getting to know the place. Taking note of anything that looked interesting, or anything he might want to revisit. There was a restaurant, there was an electronics store, there was a...

There was a bookstore. A very strangely familiar-looking bookstore.

The Bentley screeched to a halt, Crowley unheeding of any commotion he might be causing. After a few moments, he pulled over and parked, sliding out of the Bentley slowly. He stood there for a minute before stepping up to the door. He glanced at the sign, the illegible listing of the store's hours, just like the one he'd seen a thousand times elsewhere.

"I'm going to bloody well regret this..."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside, letting it close behind him.
 
 
Current Mood: distressedstunned
 
 
27 February 2006 @ 11:56 am
Out in the darkness by a circle of stones a voice wavered and crashed through the night's noises. The voice was singing, not strongly and not very well at all. The real problem was that it carried.

"Dance... dance... dance in the shadows. Dance... dance... dance there with me..."

The owner of the voice, was of course, Alec. For who else could sing that badly? He sat at the base of one of the stones, idly whittling a piece of wood as he sang.

We'll gambole and swing with swords oh so bright, the dragons will cower, the fey will give flight, just join me in the shadows our own little bower.

So... dance... dance dance in the shadows. Dance... dance... dance there with me...
 
 
Current Mood: moodymoody
Current Music: Dance in the shadows
 
 
25 February 2006 @ 11:36 pm
It was just past noon at the club, and, as usual, it was pretty much deserted except from Tim. As far as anyone could tell, Tim never actually left.

The dance floor and the tables had been cleaned off from the previous night, and Tim was at the bar, drying off clean glasses and arranging them in the back, whistling to himself.

He stopped whistling, at some point, and frowned slightly as he looked over the bar, though he didn't stop what he was doing.

A tiny point of a shadow grew on the floor until it was about three feet wide, at which point a figure rose out of it as if there it was levitating through a hole in the floor. 'Figure' was a good enough name for it, too, since it seemed to be nothing more than a shadow wearing a black cloak.

Tim regarded it in silence for about five seconds.

"Nice wraith get-up," he said finally, as if he were commenting on the weather. "The Lord of the Rings try-outs are next door, though."

The cloak was apparently not amused.

"I seek the one called Crowley." It said finally, in a voice that sounded very raspy... even through that, though, the tone of annoyance was plain. "I wish to speak with him."

"Crowley? Hm... I might know somebody of the sort," Tim said slowly, setting down the glass he'd been working on. This wasn't someone from Crowley's world. He'd seen this one before, in fact, not that he was going to tell it that. "Yeah. I could call him up or something, I guess. You want to talk to him here?"

"Yes."

"Ah... I guess you know the rules around here? This is a neutral zone, pal, and I'll toss out anyone who gets on my nerves. Ghost, wraith, or whatever you are."

If it had eyes, it would have been glaring. "I know."

Tim was well aware of the concept of authors. He knew that Crowley would find his way here if he wanted to see what this guy wanted to say. In the meantime, he went back to drying newly-washed glasses, whistling again.
 
 
19 January 2006 @ 08:06 am
The whining noise had stopped, quite inexplicably. Shade hadn't even done much investigating into the matter before it was suddenly as peaceful as it ever got around this place. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to assume that they were forever rid of it. Things were never that easy, not in her experience.

Logic aside, her instincts told her that there was something off about the silence.

She leaned against the wall of the nightclub, in the shadows. She wasn't a big fan of doing anything before nightfall, and the sun wasn't quite down yet. Just about another half hour or so...