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| − | {{JK3|Joey sat in the VIP lounge, sprawled on one of the couches. It was a velvet red but you could barely tell the colour in the dim light. There was a live band playing quietly in the corner (if Joey wasn't mistaken it was jazz, but he was never that good with the different music genres) and waiters moving about with platters full of different concoctions of drinks. Though Joey didn't want too, he got dressed up and was wearing a platinum blue suit with a silver tie that was loose around his neck. He really wanted to be wearing his trackie dacks and a hoodie but not around Theseus. Joey wanted to make an impression around the other guy. He wasn't sure why–Theseus was just a friend. But an important friend, nonetheless, and he didn't feel comfortable slacking around him. Sipping a beer (he hated cocktails), he turned to look over at the actor, "you know, I have high hopes for the movie," he said, "it looks really good." Joey was ready to lay on the compliments for the simple reason that Joey actually meant it. Joey had bought tickets to the premier and everything.}} |
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| − | {{Theseus SC|Theseus had accepted the invitation from Joey to go to The Pink Gentleman near instantly, how could he not? Beyond it being good publicity to be seen with ''the'' Joey King, Theseus enjoyed the other's man company and wanted to impress him. Whether that desire was on a professional or personal level was up for debate, but it was undeniable that such a desire was there. He was clad in a more casual pair of black skinny jeans and a shirt that was just tight enough to show off how built he was, but loose enough that it wouldn't tear if he decided he wanted to go on the dance floor at any moment. "Thanks," Theseus said easily, taking a sip of the strawberry daiquiri he had ordered, "It's been a pain to make so hopefully it'll all be worth it."|02:11, July 24, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{JK3|To say Joey's ego wasn't tickled when he found Theseus accepting his invitation as quick as had would have been a lie. However, there was also a small mixture of relief mixed into it as well. Joey hated waiting around and being anxious over rejection that he was glad he got a quick response, even if it might have been a no. He hated the suspense of it all. One might think that sort of thing was left behind in Hogwarts. That waiting around for a text, that 'will he or won't he', game. But it followed you into adulthood. Seeing the daiquiri, Joey frowned. They always looked so pretty but he never liked the taste, it was too sweet for him. Shame, really. No, he'll stick with his beers. "The critics are raving about it. It makes me think I'm about to see the next die hard," Joey said, as a joke. Of course, die hard was an absolute masterpiece of a movie and Joey would stand by it until the end of time.}} |
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| − | {{Theseus SC|"People think its massive that a squib's starring in it given the current political climate," Theseus commented somewhat drily, giving insight into how he felt about being labelled as 'The Moviestar Squib' and other incarnations, "I'm just seeing it as my true breakthrough." Taking a sip of his drink again, he laughed a little as he flashed a smile at Joey, "I'm flattered you think it's gonna be a cult favourite that early on."|23:20, August 1, 2019 (UTC)}}{{JK3|Joey wasn't going to argue with Theseus. Wasn't going to argue that a squib getting this far in the movie industry is a tremendous achievement. Of course, Joey can sympathise with him. Joey would hate to think his own career is because of, say, his sexuality. Of course, Joey thought Theseus was immensely talented and would have made it to where he is regardless of his magical abilities. However, Theseus proved how squibs were just as worthy of being in their community as wizards were. Theseus just contributed in different ways. "Hey, I have a good feeling about it. And I'm usually right," Joey said with a shrug. "So you would think it distasteful if I were to manage to send a copy of it to our precious minister of magic?"|03:31, August 11, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Theseus SC|"Are you the new predictor of magical British films' success then, eh?" Theseus asked with a laugh as he lent back in his chair. He wouldn't mind if Joey's prediction came true; it'd give the two of them more time to get to know each other given the amount of interviews he'd need to do. He shrugged, "I don't really care - I don't pay him much mind usually."|14:28, August 31, 2019 (UTC)}}{{JK3|"I kind of have to be, don't I?" Joey asked with a grin. Having recently been promoted to the president of GMN (which sounded a lot bigger than it actually was-there was a small council that helped make all decisions and Joey was too relaxed to become a dictator), he had to keep an eye on all the projects and know which ones were worth it. Most of the time, though, he trusted his producers. However, his true love was his show which he refused to give up. Joey was good enough that he was able to balance it. Sure, he only did the show three nights a week but it was enough. Joey decided not to press the politics conversation. It wasn't the place or time.|05:44, September 4, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Theseus SC|"I guess that's true," Theseus mused as he took another sip of his drink. He knew that Joey was important but actual titles were always blurry for him - perhaps it was just because most of that went over his head. "Hopefully your good feeling actually turns out to be something and I'll be able to live a happy life with a ton of movie money."|05:01, October 12, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| + | {{CL2|"Look, it's full of people who we can seduce and give us their blood, nothing can go wrong here," Constantin said as he sat in one of the booths before grinning over at his pseudo sister, his unsheathed fangs barely visibly under the dim lights. "Isn't this what you wake up every morning for? Sweaty young adults grinding on one another? They're a delicacy, surely. The gods' look upon this place in envy." In his hand was a green bottle with a dark substance inside of it. Blood. He took a sip of it before offering it to Clem. "Mind the irony but you need to live a little."|04:14, June 23, 2020 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{MikaM|Mika was standing just outside the nightclub fixing her make up, leaning forward to make sure she could see her reflection perfectly in the building's window. She was touching up her lipstick. Dark cherry. The one Tetyana had suggested for her. Tetyana was right–it did look good on Mika and Mika wore it often nowadays. She was meant to be meeting someone here but that was thirty minutes ago. They never turned up and wasn't bothered to go looking to see if they were still around or not. So Mika was having a night to relax and have some fun. Because why not?}} |
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| + | {{Clem3|time=06:04, July 2, 2020 (UTC)|text= "How—" Sitting in the booth, Clem gazed out at the other dancers swarming the club. "''—delectable.''" Sarcasm bites within her words, visibly unimpressed. The Pink Gentleman was pretty, she'll give it that, but not the vampire's taste in scenery. She preferred places with a little more elegance... and a little more clean. Needless to say, she was open-minded, and what she came here for would be as appetizing as anywhere else. She took the bottle from Constantin's grip, carefully raising it up to her lips. She sipped as might one would with wine, careful to not ruin her lipstick or let a stain be made on her clothing. "I don't know what you mean, Constantin. I have plentiful amount of fun—and living. Let's be real, gods look down upon ''me'' with envy."}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|Eli very rarely went to clubs, but when he did it wasn't to just have a drink or two and head home. No, if he was going to a bar or a club he was going to get blackout drunk and miraculously whined up getting home. Tonight was no exception, Eli had plans to get drunk as hell. As he was walking to the entrance, he spotted Mika who he had met through Tetyana and waved in her direction.|01:28, August 13, 2019 (UTC)}}{{MikaM|Mika almost didn't notice one of the Di Sena e Bonaparte triplets waving at her. She only did because of the reflection in the window. Snapping the lipstick shut, she turned her head to stare at the man, rubbing her lips together to spread the lipstick out. It took her a moment to figure out he was Eli and not Percy. Not that they were too difficult to tell apart when they were together but it was dark and Mika had never really seen them apart from one another. "Elias," Mika said, using his full name. For someone who shortened her own name, Mika never used anyone else's nicknames. Briefly, her eyes looked around, half expecting Eli to be with someone. Alex, maybe. Teddy or Caera were both good candidates as well. But apparently, Eli was here alone. Or maybe he was waiting for them. "Fancy seeing you here," Mika said, finally smiling. "All alone, too?" Though it was a statement, it was still a question. Maybe, just maybe, Mika would have some company tonight. And if Eli was anything like other heirs to an entire empire, then he would know how to party. Surely. Mika found it was one of the only good things people in his position were good at. However, Mika knew Eli wasn't quite the same. But she could hope.|08:34, August 14, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|Admittedly, Mika was one of the dummies that Eli perhaps spent the least amount of time with. Was she intimidating as well? Perhaps. But Eli wasn't worried about that, especially not tonight where he wanted to just drink for hours on end. "Hey Mika," he responded casually, hands moving into his pockets. The use of his full name sounding so formal despite them standing outside of a nightclub, perhaps one of the most informal of places. "Unfortunately yes, but being alone wasn't going to stop me from having a night of fun. I'm glad I ran into you though, it seems as though we had the exact same intentions for tonight."|03:39, August 17, 2019 (UTC)}}{{MikaM|"I do believe we do," Mika agreed as she tossed the lipstick into her handbag. "I'm planning to get as drunk as I possibly can. Dare I say it, white girl drunk if you need a description." Mika was a white girl but pedantics. "I believe I have been stood up, so company would be appreciated. Don't tell anyone that, though. I'll deny it if you do." If anyone asked her if she knew about the group name, she'd say no. Mika would never knowingly associate herself with the title 'dummy'. Her pride would simply not allow it. However, she was...aware of it. Nor did she fight it. Though she'd never confess too it, Mika liked being a part of the group.|03:34, August 18, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|"White girl wasted? You? Oh, this will be a sight to see." Eli teased with a bit of a laugh as well. "I myself plan on getting absolutely smashed as well. Don't worry, I wont tell anyone. Perhaps it'll be best if we stumble down that dark path together anyways." This was going to be a good night, Eli could tell. And it was going to give him a chance to get to know Mika more, as the one person he wasn't necessarily sure about this was going to be a good opportunity.|07:29, August 18, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{MikaM|Mika winked at the first sentence. It certainly would be a sight to see. A rare sight. Of course, she failed to mention that her mother had called her earlier that evening. And...well, there was only so many times you could listen to your own parents calling you a failure, a soulless human being and a slew of other things before you wanted to get wasted. Not that Mika wanted to talk about it. Not that she actually believed what they said was right. Mika was use too it as well. She was just waiting for them to fall along with the Fitzgerald government. It was bound too happen. Her parents had tossed their lot into Fitzgerald's boat far too quickly and recklessly. "Then, Elias, I believe it's only fair to say that whatever happens won't leave this night," Mika said, fixing the collar of his jumpsuit with one hand. If onlookers were to see this gesture, one might think it was romantic. Flirting. However, in reality, it was really more of a threat. With that, Mika brushed past him, fully expecting him to follow her as she pressed a few bills into the bouncer's hand. Mika hated lining up and it was a busy night. Can you believe that even though the ministry is incredibly homophobic, the lgbt club is thriving? Who'd have thought. Taking a quick glance over her shoulder, just to make sure Eli was following, she slipped into the club.|00:40, August 19, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|Eli nodded, welcoming whatever was about to come his way. "I completely agree, what happens at this club stays between us." Maybe he was naive, no he was naive, naive to think that Mika was simply fixing his collar out of kindness, after all they were friends. Following Mika into the club and getting right passed the light and following suit into the club, music immediately filling his eardrums.|06:12, August 23, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{MikaM|"Good," she declared as she finally reaching the main area. She was eying the VIP lounge. Why wouldn't she? "Say, Elias, you're an heir to a big important business," she hummed out, her eyes still on the area. "Your name alone would be what gets us into there, wouldn't it?" She asked, turning her head slightly to the side so she could eye him. Technically, Mika's own family name pulled some weight. However, not in an LGBT club.|10:45, August 27, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|Eli followed Mika's eye to the VIP lounge, and immediately that was the only place he wanted to be in this nightclub. "Absolutely it would, especially because I'm near certain Percy has been to this club so if it doesn't work then Percy really needs to brush up on his gay bars." Eli said jokingly as he made his way through the crowd of people to talk with the VIP lounge bouncer.|02:54, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}{{MikaM|"Maybe if we're lucky, we don't even need to hustle. They'll just think you're Percy," she joked. Half joking. Mika found the differences between the two of them obvious even though they were pretty much identical. For most people, it was the hair. But Mika saw the differences in their mannerisms. Though a terrible knight, the gruelling years of training in the order made Mika more observant than one would think. |09:01, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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| − | {{Elias Di Sena|"One can only hope." He said as they maneuvered through the crowd, making it to the VIP lounge. After saying that he was a Di Sena e Bonaparte, there were no further questions asked as the bouncer stepped to the side to let both Eli and Mika into the lounge.|23:19, September 1, 2019 (UTC)}}{{MikaM|And there they go. Mika had a smug smile on her face as she entered the VIP section and her eyes ate it up. It was a lot more...controlled than the public area. Mika could breath and not be forced onto a dance floor where twenty people were pressed against her. "As good as they advertised?" Mika asked.|05:44, September 4, 2019 (UTC)}} |
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Revision as of 06:04, 2 July 2020
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Clem and Constantin
「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
「 Age 」
Immortal
Immortal
「 Species 」
Vampire
Vampire
「 Occupation 」
Mercenary
Mercenary
「 Relationship 」
Single
Single
"Look, it's full of people who we can seduce and give us their blood, nothing can go wrong here," Constantin said as he sat in one of the booths before grinning over at his pseudo sister, his unsheathed fangs barely visibly under the dim lights. "Isn't this what you wake up every morning for? Sweaty young adults grinding on one another? They're a delicacy, surely. The gods' look upon this place in envy." In his hand was a green bottle with a dark substance inside of it. Blood. He took a sip of it before offering it to Clem. "Mind the irony but you need to live a little."
Message Me • 04:14, June 23, 2020 (UTC)
「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
「 Age 」
2,195 yrs old
2,195 yrs old
「 Species 」
Vampire
Vampire
「 Occupation 」
Unemployed
Unemployed
「 Relationship 」
Single
Single
"How—" Sitting in the booth, Clem gazed out at the other dancers swarming the club. "—delectable." Sarcasm bites within her words, visibly unimpressed. The Pink Gentleman was pretty, she'll give it that, but not the vampire's taste in scenery. She preferred places with a little more elegance... and a little more clean. Needless to say, she was open-minded, and what she came here for would be as appetizing as anywhere else. She took the bottle from Constantin's grip, carefully raising it up to her lips. She sipped as might one would with wine, careful to not ruin her lipstick or let a stain be made on her clothing. "I don't know what you mean, Constantin. I have plentiful amount of fun—and living. Let's be real, gods look down upon me with envy."
Message Me • 06:04, July 2, 2020 (UTC)