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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 18:23:00 GMT
The air shifted and warped as heat rose in visible waves from the stone blocks that formed the street. The wind blew lazily, throwing thick clouds of sand and dust into the air, obscuring parts of the path ahead from view. It was a worn path, the type that had been designed to be beautiful without any regard given to its location. It had once been composed of countless stones of remarkable beauty, for commonplace stones, and eccentricity. Now, it was greatly worn and constantly assailed by the sands that drifted into the town from the desert that lay beside it. Even the town's buildings had been battered by wind, rain and sand looking just as tired as the stone street that divided the town in two. Yet, strangely enough, despite all of this there was something strangely compelling about the town; it was completely symmetrical in appearance. Somehow, all of the houses within this incredibly small settlement had been rendered identical to their opposite house by the elements.
However, it wasn't an appreciation for the now near defunct homes of former prospectors that had gathered the crowd of young men and women that lined up outside the doors of one of the buildings. It was a cleverly, and subtly, advertised 'Nightclub' that had been set up in the eastern desert, using the abandoned buildings found in the deserted settlement. The widespread and hidden posters that had littered most of the Earth's major settlements had hinted that the club was called 'Debauchery' and it would strive to live up to it's name. The crowd bustled about the door, eager, to enjoy the thumping music emanating from it, the darkened and air conditioned interior and one another's company. Among them, looking distinctly uncomfortable, and out of his element, was one Doctor Sam-Mitch Anjips.
Sam had never actually spent much time with people his own age; he had skipped far too much of his schooling during his childhood and spent far too much of his adolescence attempting to earn his credentials. As such, he found the boisterous attitude seeming lack of meaningful communication between his peers odd and mildly disconcerting. Grunting as someone managed to and an elbow in his ribs, Sam stepped past the threshold of the entrance and stumbled his way towards the bar, where people clambered and called to the trio of bartenders. Some seemed tipsy, despite the club having opened only a few minutes prior, while others seemed downright belligerent. Turning to face the center of the club, Sam raised his camera to his eye, but paused as he caught sight of his own reflection in one of the mirrors on the other side of the club.
He almost didn't recognize himself.
After his journey, Sam had been lucky enough to recover from his injuries and so the bruises that had once dominated the landscape of his face were gone. Now, his most prominent feature was his lengthy black hair and his camera, which, while small, still seemed out of place. Pausing, Sam took a glance at his clothes and determined that he looked much the same as others his own age; he wore a simple black t-shirt and a pair of form-fitting trousers.
"You're just nervous to be in a club is all....just take some pictures, think up a good headline and leave" Sam thought to himself as he once more raised the camera to his eye.
(Currently wearing Medium Weights. Currently at a PL of 10,000)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2015 23:27:35 GMT
((Wearing Heavy Weights; #4 in storyline – PL currently: 8,438))
”You travel too much; whenever I need you for a job-”
“I don’t want anymore jobs from you.”
”-You complete them too quickly and before I have the next one ready, you’re not there. This is what you came to me for, wasn’t it? You needed money…”
At this point in the obviously one sided conversation, Zerori had long since stopped listening to his constant badgering. The last job she went on, despite some of the perks and interesting ‘scenery’, almost failed miserably because of a very ridiculous rule that she’d never imagined the planet would ever implicate at a party. Masks. Why the fuck would you wear a mask at a party if you’re supposed to know who your guests are? I mean, that’s just basic secur-! Ugh… Riling herself up, she groaned with a shake of her head. The entire fiasco was damn near a bust; the only redeeming aspect being the pay and the knowledge she gained.
Dancing; slightly… Well, rather terribly but base skills could always give way to more improved form. More confident with the self-appreciating pep-talk, Zerori leaned over the table of the bar. She’d only recently decided to enjoy a night out with actual drinking and spend some time with a couple of locals. Pride ‘this’ and power ‘that’ didn’t matter to her in the least when it come to bright and loud places like this. She could feel herself truly let loose and knocked back a shot she’d paid a good chunk of change for.
“Time to scope out the market,” She purred, turning around to gaze at the rambunctious teens and older individuals. Being relatively young, she didn’t mind looking at the older-seeming drinkers and imagining just how much experience they possessed for their time on this planet. To her, it was all a matter of push and pull; easing back and forcing onward at just the right points in time to achieve success. It was a methodology that she subconsciously was endeared to.
When her sharp demonic gaze met with a man who seemed to only see in front of him and keeping to himself, an eye brow ticked at what she noticed. Truly, he seemed like the odd one of this bunch; dressed for the occasion but not actually partaking in the festivities. Maybe this one just needed a little… motivation.
Fluidly coming to her feet, she walked over to the lone dark-haired boy and rest her hip against the bar next to him. Leering over his seated form, she didn’t bother to hide her expression of intrigue as she glance at the camera in his hand and raised an eye brow, “So… whose the lucky movie star tonight?” Implying that he was there for more… ‘Voyeuristic’ reasons, than nightly.
((Words: 461))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 21:35:54 GMT
Raising his camera to his eye, Sam flicked at the zooming notch on the side of the side of the device and centered the sight upon a young woman who seemed to be dancing with a pair of men. Despite the fact that both men seemed to want to grind against her, the girl was holding her own and even seemed to be reveling in the attention. Pausing a moment to consider the others in the background of the camera's view screen, he decided that he would have to crop out that group of suspiciously young looking club goers when he uploaded the image. Snapping the image just as someone close to him spoke, Sam nearly jumped, but repressed the urge and turned to face the speaker, grimacing slightly as he did so.
It was a young woman. Though Sam did not have the best sense for the age of others he got the distinct impression that the woman was in her twenties, and given her mannerisms, she seemed the type to frequent a location like 'Debauchery'. However, despite having visited places like this in the past and even having brought his camera, Sam could not recall a single time that someone had spoken to him except to request that he take their picture, which, it seemed, this young woman was not. So, as he spoke, Sam could not help but feel as if he were some sort of prey that had been stumbled upon by a predator. He had felt outside of his element when he had simply been just a another face standing in the crowd, now he felt as if he had been turned into some sort of spectacle.
Gulping before donning a wan smile, Sam croaked out "I'm a photographer..." before trailing off lamely and beginning to blush. It had actually be quite some time since had last spoken to anyone face to face, and even then, that had not gone particularly well. After all, the bruises that he had gotten from that incident were only this side of healed. Suddenly seized by a strange impulse, Sam cleared his throat and said "Actually...can you get comfortable for a second" before he raised his camera to his eye once more and centered the sight on the young woman who had spoken to him. He wasn't entirely sure where this impulse had come from, but something told him that taking the girl's photo would be something he wouldn't regret.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 23:29:54 GMT
Her eyes scanned him up and down, very much like predator did to prey in order to size up the threat level before attacking, but had a different motive in mind. His mannerisms, not lost on the perceptive saiyaness, were anxious and overzealously cautious. He was not comfortable with her seeking him out and that made her curious, rather than suspicious. The first thought that he was some sort of rapist or entity of ill-repute was quickly thrown out at how nervous he seemed. Maybe scratching dirt over a personal matter… It wasn’t unheard of for males or females to find incriminating evidence against a person they once were close with. She’d done it quite a few times herself when she was younger… with less than successful results mixed with some victorious encounters.
And when a change seemed to come over him and he asked for her to get comfortable, she acted. With a grace she rarely exhibited unless inhibited by alcohol (which she was) she smoothly raised her hand to direct the camera down and away from her as he made the move to take a good look at her face. As she did so, she leaned closer and leered at him.
“Nice try,” She whispered softly, tilting her head to the side, “-but I don’t let my activities leak on surveillance for just anyone.” Moving her fingers along the camera, searching for a button that seemed to be what she was looking for, she pressed it before letting the machine go - turned off for the moment. With the machine released, she looked at the male besides her again, “Zerori…” She started, before realizing he might not know what them means, “-and what’s your name?” For someone that had just casually disregarded a free picture – which she was certain he’d find suspicious – giving her name didn’t faze her in the slightest.
“It’s just proper manners to introduce yourself, Mr. Photographer, before taking a picture of a lady,” She was in business mode, which meant she wasn’t going to her accent – or her guard – down in this circumstances.
((Words: 349))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 17:50:34 GMT
Slipping a finger to the side of the camera, Sam adjusted the zoom until he felt comfortable with what the picture would become. Unfortunately, immediately following that a hand decent upon the camera, forcing it down and revealing Sam's confused expression to the young woman he was speaking to. So startled was Sam that he blurted out "What're yo-" before realizing that she had just turned his camera off. For a moment, he was ever so slightly irritated, but then it dawned upon him that he was spontaneously asking her to strike a pose; she had no reason to facilitate his request and he had very little reason to make it. It only made sense for her to be the deciding factor in whether or not the picture got taken.
Though he felt a bit odd doing so, Sam slipped the camera into his pocket before turning so that he could raise an eyebrow quizzically at the woman he muttered back "Surveillance?". Sam was actually quite well-versed in the practice of surveillance, considering that he had spent the last several years running about bringing to light the shortcomings of corporate giants and their key employees. However, that did not make the young woman's usage of the word any less odd. Though he did not converse with those his own age on a regular basis he simply could not imagine that the word 'surveillance' had slipped into the public lexicon. Of course, Sam kept his suspicions regarding the woman's choice of wording to himself beyond his earlier question and simply smiled at her as she introduced herself.
Brushing aside a strand of stray hair that had fallen into his field of vision, Sam weighed his options before deciding upon the one that he was most comfortable with. After all, though acting mysterious might have held some appeal, he knew for a fact that he would not be able to sustain it. So, holding his hand out for her to shake, Sam established and maintained eye contact with Zerori as he spoke.
"It's nice to meet you, Zerori. Friends call me Sam." regardless of whether or not she took the opportunity to shake his hand Sam would continue "So, tell me. Besides my lack of photographic etiquette, what possessed you to come speak to me? It's not like I give off a 'party hard' vibe, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2015 19:20:22 GMT
So she might have been a bit… overzealous in trying to herself a little more secret than most times, but given how recent this establishment was and how crazy the party had already gotten – it was the best call she could make given the circumstances. She was certain that he was just as suspicious of her as she was of him now, but when he offered his hand to her in the planet’s custom of greeting and gave his name, she grinned.
That makes it easier, She thought as she took his hand in hers and shook it. Though given to introductions, she appreciated how his line of questioning and situated her self into a seat beside him. She wasn’t going to stand for the entire conversation if it turned out to be a long-winded one. Giving herself a second to think of a good response, she looked over at the bartender over the table and tapped the table before ordering a very simple drink and responding to him. “In all honesty, I was looking for a partner to enjoy the evening with,” She gave him honestly, though her voice was more or less tinged with disappointment as she glanced at the rowdy bunch of teenagers and ‘just-barely’ adults that seemed to enjoy nothing but drinking/grinding and succinctly passing out.
“Here you are,” The tall but not ungainly bartender offered her drink and Zerori took it with a soft ‘thanks’ before looking it over and knocking it back. She only needed about three or four of these to start feeling enjoyable but on her travels, she’d found concoctions that could easily throw her on her ass in half the liquid of one shot.
Turning to him, she looked him over and tilted her head before clearing her throat, “I wanted to kick your ass into high gear and see what kind of entertainment you could give me, though it seems as though the reverse is happening,” With a chuckle, she finished the last of her drink and tapped the table once more, “See, I’m not from around here and ‘surveillance’,” She gestured with her eyes down to his pocket, “-gets me nervous when it’s not on my terms. So, nothing personal or insult intended about your skill or anything…”
((Words: 379))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2015 19:16:31 GMT
((Gonna go ahead and end it here; we can pick it back up another time ^^))
The crowd annoyed her when the music suddenly slowed down and the DJ was now bringing the party to an end, saying that it was almost twilight hours and young kids had to be home now. What a bunch of brats... She groaned inwardly and got up from her seat. Turning around and taking the last of her drink, she downed it in one go before letting out a delightful hiss. She was inebriated enough to enjoy the rest of the night on her own.
Turning to her new acquaintance, she grinned at him, "See ya around, Mr. Photographer," She purred before turning to deftly move through the crowd and gracefully exit before he could stop her.
[Exit Post.]
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Jun 22, 2015 2:31:22 GMT
Zerori: You gain 2624 power level here. Shame it ended so soon, but what can you do?
78128>80752
Anijips/Sam: Sam, I'll need to know what you want for this thread. When you return, pm me with a link to this thread so I can get to it.
Adding in Zerori's gains.
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