nights like these /closed/

[Trinity Keating]

the stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight
and this is the moment that i live for

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What a beautiful night. The crowds were roaring and the fans were cheering. The place was absolutely packed with people. It wasn't surprising since this up and coming bad has been doing shows practically every night everywhere they possibly could. They wanted to spread their music and expand their fandom. The female on stage smiled and gave a wave out to the crowd, silver moon scar flashing slightly, as she belted out lyrics to one of their well known songs. Her shocking orange hair seemed to stand out from almost everyone in the room as she rocked the stage. The smile that seemed to stretch across her face was one of complete happiness. She was doing what she loved and nothing could really change that.

"Guys we got a new song coming your way! Check this shit out!"

The female shouted and the crowd practically lost it as the music flowed from her and the band. They fit so well together and unlike many of the other bands out there they were actually good which meant they could go far if need be. Finishing up the song, the band gave a wave and the crowd roared their approval. With one final bow, they disappeared behind the stage the crowd still going nuts. They high fived and the female flopped onto a couch in back breathing heavily.

"That was amazing! Biggest turn out of the century!"

She laughed as she pulled off her shirt and jeans slipping on a tang top and a pair of gray sweats. The rest of the band high fived and flopped down on the furniture as she made her way to the door. One of the guys called to her and she waved them off. Right now she was gonna hit the bar downstairs and the fans could have at her if they wanted. With a smile on her face she slipped out the door and began to wade her way through the crowd. People called her name but she had one goal in mind and that was to get to the bar.




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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]four sixty
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]rorek
domain;;[/b]privilege
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size][/color]


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[rorek]

there might be something outside your window
but you'll just never know

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The roar of the engine had come to life and seemed to rev quietly as the obsidian colored Koenigsegg CCX raced along the quiet streets on the outskirts of New York. The car almost seemed like a blur in the dark, leaving a trail of its back red lights behind it as it zoomed toward and into the city uninterrupted by the normal traffic flow. The night was young, so many opportunities for things to go wrong, and yet one goal remained in the mind of the driver as he approached the club know as Privilege, the hunt. The car pulled into the city and within moments reached its destination, pulling around a few blocks behind the club itself and parking in a decent sized lot that seemed abandoned. The engine shut off and the door opened to reveal a young black haired man in black clothing covered by a tattered trench coat. A small gust of wind blew sideways as he shut the car door and locked it, blowing up the coat and revealing the multitudes of small pistol arms he had strapped to his person. The man was a hunter, and a known one at that, known by the name of Rorek, codenamed Ares; this man's job tonight was a protection hunt, protection of another unsuspecting hunter who would be at this club tonight, unaware that she was being hunted by a pair of weres.

Rorek had received the hunt information from the interrogation of one of the were's partners, who he had managed to capture days before, and with the description of his enemies and the knowledge of the other hunter in question, he was ready to complete his job. Rorek walked down the block and poked his head around the corner of the large building that was Privilege, seeing that the door was jam packed with a long line of noisy adolescence waiting to get in to drink themselves stupid. He shook his head and leaned back against the wall of the corner, realizing that it probably wasn't a good idea anyway to use the front door, there was no way they'd allow his weapons inside. He looked around and saw a small service entrance to his left, noticing it after one of the bartenders of the club had come outside to get to his car. As soon as he saw the door open, he bolted for it, and as it was shutting slipped inside without notice of the man who had left. Rorek found himself in a service area of the club, filled with clutter and equipment that hadn't seemed to be used for awhile, he started navigating his way through the halls and eventually found the door out. He opened it slowly at first, peering out to see the main entrance of the club, Perfect... he thought to himself as he slipped out again and joined the crowd of people who had just entered the building.

One of the many bars was located on the ground floor, and it was here where he was told the attack would take place, and he was moving straight toward it. Rorek began scanning the area, taking note of the cameras in every area of the building, and then began to scan faces in the crowd looking for his targets. The two would most likely be together, but would inevitably split up to attack from either side of the woman at the same time, it would be a matter of stopping both before they could reach her, even if it caused alarm to the club guests. Rorek made his way to the bar at last, and sat down on the very end stool where he could see the entire bar. "What can I get for you?" the bartender asked quickly as he was making another drink., "Water"

[/color] he said simply. The bartender shook his head and squirted water from a nozzle into a glass, sliding it toward him quickly as he went off to make real drinks for people. He hadn't seen the woman yet, either, but then again, he had only seen her face a few times since he was told about the assassination plan. Rorek produced a picture from his pocket and held it low under the table, getting a good look at it before resuming his scanning of the room. Danica Hunt, I wonder what you will be like. [/size]


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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]seven thirty-four
muse;;[/b]fairly good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b] danica
domain;;[/b]privilege
credit;;[/b]coding by danica and lyrics by my chemical romance[/size][/color][/color]


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[Trinity Keating]

the stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight
and this is the moment that i live for

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The next band had already taken the stage by the time she reached the bar. Music thumped as and a smile crept over her face. Techno nice. Reaching the bar she simply nodded to the bar man who winked and went about making her drink. The female settled onto a chair and looked about the room. Her scar was throbbing meaning somewhere in this mess of people was a demon, but it was only one scar that throbbed so she wasn't too worried. The smell was terrible. It reeked of sweat, Were, and a bunch of other scents she didn't even want to identify. Turning back to the bar, she caught her drink just as the bartender slid it to her. She couldn't help but notice the only man at the bar who ordered water. What a waste, she laughed softly to herself. Intrigued she moved to talk to him but was immediately intercepted by a man. A Were man at that.

"Excuse me sir."

The female stated simply pushing her red hair off her shoulder. Amber eyes narrowing at the male. He smirked and leaned closer to her and she got a good smell of Were and death. The sudden feeling that she should be running washed over her and leaving her drink she stepped away from the bar and pushed her way through the crowds attempting to lose the Were. Whatever he wanted it wasn't good. Her warning flags were firing off like crazy and the familiar feeling of fear seemed to creep over her as she fought to disappear in the crowd.

"Fuck."

The Were leaned in to get a good smell of her. Now she was really fuck no matter where she went in here he would find her. Shit shit shit shit! Looking over her shoulder, she saw the Were moving steadily through the crowd. What the hell did he want! She hasn't done a damn thing to anyone. Adrenaline started to pump through her as she moved faster trying to reach her safe house behind stage. What was she gonna do? They wouldn't attack in the club would they? Someone caught her hand as she tried to make her way through the crowd of dancing people and she was pulled into a group. To her relief it was her band mates but she didn't know how much longer she could stay hidden from the Were. Looking over the people she was with, her eyes rested on a younger looking man of the group and her wrist throbbed painfully. Her gaze met his and he smirked at her. Fuck she had forgotten about the demon that was here too. This night was not going well.




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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]four fifty-one
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]rorek
domain;;[/b]privilege
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size][/color]


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[rorek]

there might be something outside your window
but you'll just never know

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Rorek took another sip of his drink as the music seemed to boom even louder, the next bad having taken the stage and gotten into the performance. The hunter's eyes constantly scanned the room, looking for signs of were or of the target in question, Danica Hunt. It wasn't long before he spotted her coming through a back room entrance to the bar itself, ordering a drink and almost instantly becoming the center of attention by those around her. They all seemed to stare at a loss for words, and yet went unnoticed by her completely as if the room was empty, empty save for the disheveled looking man at the end of the bar. He watched her out of the top of his eyesight, keeping his eyes down toward the bar and at the same time looking around for anyone else who may have been eyeing her in a way that wasn't just a fan crazy lust; he knew what the targets looked like, but was having a hard time checking faces in the multitudes of people who kept moving in and out.

To his surprise, the woman began to move in his direction, but was stopped short by a man stepping in her way. Rorek only caught a glimpse of him, but recognized him from the photo that was given to him as a reference, it was one of the pair of Were's sent after her, and it seemed as though Danica knew what he was as well as she began to move away from him at a quickened pace. Way too late, Danica...He has your sent he thought to himself as he pushed his glass out of the way and stood up, beginning to shadow the Were who was following her. He was going to have to get a clean shot off, but now wasn't the time, the glock model pistols on his hips had silver bullet magazines loaded and ready, but he knew at the first shot the entire club would be in an uproar. What worried Rorek most wasn't the one following her, either, but the one that hadn't shown his face yet, where did the other Were lie in wait? The hunter pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the comments made by those who were pushed out of the way as he followed the Were down wind of the air flow of the room. He wouldn't smell him coming, even if he picked up the scent too late, but Rorek had assumed Danica was already walking into a trap.

He couldn't see her in the crowd, and began to notice the Were slowing down his pursuit, coming to a stop all together as it seemed like Danica disappeared into a small crowd of people. Rorek stopped as well, reaching for the pistol at his right side hip, his hand lightly gripping the butt of the gun but still keeping it hidden from sight. He was ready to take a shot, but had to wait for the perfect time, he had to take both targets down quickly, retrieve the woman, and escape while keeping her in check, not hitting an innocent, and most importantly, not letting her die. Here we go...


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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b] five thirty-seven
muse;;[/b]fairly good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b] danica
domain;;[/b]privilege
credit;;[/b]coding by danica and lyrics by my chemical romance[/size][/color][/color]


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[Trinity Keating]

the stars will cry, the blackest tears tonight
and this is the moment that i live for

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The music flowed through the club and she was trapped in her small group with the demon. A Were was on the hunt for her for some god awful reason. God this was gonna suck so bad. Something caught her eye though and she saw that man from the bar. He was following that Were and through his hurrying she saw a gun flash. A hunter? He was a hunter? So he was hunting the Were who was hunting her? Everything was so confusing. Seeing her break in the group she tried to move away but the demon snagged her wrist and pulled her into him forcing her to dance with him. The dank smell of demon rolled over her and she shuddered. She tried to pull away but he held her fast in his grip. Just as she tried to get away the Were walked by and didn't even give her a glance. The demon smelled had overpowered her own and he couldn't smell her. Eyes widening, she looked up at the demon who smirked and kissed her forehead. The smell of demon washing over her again. He released her and she slipped from the group.

Mouth open partially she turned from the group and started moving through the crowd trying to find the hunter. Every person she passed she scanned the face. Where was he? He couldn't have gone too far. Just as she was saying that she bumped into a person. He swore and scowled at her as she apologized. The smell of demon was fading and she knew that he had put that on her to hide her smell from the Were, but why. Right now she wouldn't worry about that. What she needed to do was find the hunter and she was having the hardest time doing so.

"Where are you, you hunter?"

The female grumbled as she tried to find the hunter in a sea of people. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack and she wanted to scream. Not to mention people were starting to recognize her and it wouldn't be long before even more people saw her. Wait. The female stopped dead in her tracks. Maybe that was what she wanted. Draw the attention of the Weres so that the hunter would follow. Worth a shot. Pushing herself forward, she moved towards the stage. With little effort she jumped up on stage and waved out to the crowd. The band on stage looked a little confused but she winked and they kept going. The crowd roared at her appearance and that was all it took. Within seconds she jumped off the stage and headed towards the door. Hopefully this would work.





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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]four fifty three
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]rorek
domain;;[/b]privilege
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size][/color]


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