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03/04/2007 7:00 PM
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03/06/2007 4:15 PM
Derrick slowly walked down the dark alleyway. It was 11:00 at night; the party was about to begin. He took out a cig and lit it. It was a moderately cold May night. The wind was blowing, and you could only hear the sounds of cars passing by. In a matter of time, the streets would be filled with Techno. The lights would glow and it would no longer be safe to wander the dark streets.
Derrick looked at his watch. It read 11:02; the beats would begin. Gradually he began to hear the hardcore tracks from the nearby club. The music was so loud. He tightened up his right fist and walked out of the alleyway.
"Time to party"
03/06/2007 6:49 PM
"Gods damnit & It's so damn loud." The girls voice is plaintive; her gaze dark with annoyance. Ash would never understand her friends passion for these raves. A bunch of people pressed up all together mixed with loud annoying music didn't exactly scream fun to her. All the same though, she had allowed her friends to drag her off to this little rave, hoping against common sense that this time would be different, that this time she'd be clued into whatever seemingly magical tune that everyone else felt that would allow her to have a good time.
"Perhaps you have to be drunk, or high, or something&Probably would still hate it anyways." The girl is apparently talking to herself, a bored expression on her face. The blaring lights flash over her pale features, changing her skin from green to purple to blue to orange systematically, giving her even more of an exotic appeal than her make-up, carefully done to emphazise the slants of her eyes with swirls curling around her cheek, already did.
In vain did those kohl rimmed eyes search for someone mildly interesting, someone who didn't seem enthralled by the horrible music. After a few minutes of absolutely no success she edges out the door, her fingers burrowing in her hoodie pocket to grab for her cigarettes and her lighter. With a careless nonchalance, born from having smoked long before the legal age allowed, she lit the cigarette, grumbling almost habitually when her lighter proves difficult. Soon enough her cig is happily burning away, slowly as she's only taking periodic puffs, too busy being annoyed in her own mind.
As she smoked she shrugged her hoodie off, an interesting feat seeing as she refused to set her cigarette down. Once the large thing was off, she was revealed to be wearing a tight tspaghetti strapped shirt, much to little for the surprisingly chilled air. She didn't seem to particularly mind that the black cloth held no protection, in fact, she seemed to delight in the shivers that coursed up and down her body. With an almost giddy smile she stretched her arms high overhead, letting her head fall back to stare at the bright full moon, getting enraptured with the sight. Soon enough the moon seemed to capture all her senses, to the point that she was oblivious to the shivers that randomly attacked her body, oblivious to her quickly wanning cigarette, oblivious to everything but the beauty of the full moon.
03/07/2007 3:19 PM
Derrick threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. He headed down the alley towards the back entrance; Club Xenon was an exclusive underground society. He noticed a young woman outside the dance hall. She was just smoking a cigarette, not minding anyone's business.
He gave her a weird glance and headed down the stairs. Odd that she was so relaxed; maybe she wasn't a slave. When he got to the entrance, he was confronted by two IAF soldiers. One put his arm out and pushed Derrick backwards. "State your security code!" Derrick started laughing a wicked laugh. Before they could do anything, he snapped the neck of one guard and kicked the other to the ground.
He picked up the fallen officers handgun. "Psh, piece of shit." He threw it down and walked into the entrance. The music was blasting. You could barely hear your thoughts. Derrick walked over to the bar and sat down. He stared at the dancing floor with a scanning look. He shook his head at the millions, not knowing their identity. They were all on one another, some spinning glow sticks like bloody nunchuks. He turned to the bar tender, not wanting to look at the disgusting scene.
"What will it be?" Derrick ordered a hypnotic. He took the glass and swigged his drink. Tonight was the night he was going to close this place.
03/11/2007 6:44 PM
He walked away from the bar and went into the sea of dancers. The music was more ear reckoning on the floor. Nothing but pure house beats were heard. Derrick started pretending to move; he wasn't much of a dancer. A girl in a flimsy tank top came up to him. She wasn't half bad, but she wasn't herself. "Hey there cutie, whatcha doing all alone tonight." Derrick made up a lame excuse, "Oh, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend." The girl laughed, "She must be a lucky girl, come on, we'll dance until she comes."
The mystery woman pulled Derrick into the core of the group. She started grinding with him; it was like rhythmic sex. It felt kind of good; Derrick was beginning to feel the music. No, he couldn't. He did not want to become one of them. Quickly he pulled the girl away, "Sorry I can't do this." She stood there, "I understand, hey if you change your mind I'll still be here." He nodded and she walked away. When she turned Derrick saw something out of the corner of his eye. She gave somebody a wink, but who was it directed to?
He looked around; they knew he was a bounty. He had to keep his cool; any minute....they would....STRIKE!!! He flipped an assassin over his back, sending the thug into a mass of dancers. Soon the whole floor was against him. They were swinging glow sticks at lightning speed. Now was the time he needed backup, and fast.
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