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2:08pm Jan 31 2012
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Alright. What I have in mind is a mutant/demon roleplay set in America during the turn of the century. Probably in Philadelphia, St. Louis, or something like that. This is the time when cars were kinda new, and electricity was not yet a large part of everyday life. My idea is that the characters (whoever we have) are a part of a band working under disguise in a bar-like restaurant. There is a very small league of these mutants working under the detection of the civilians, and for the most part under the law. Not all of it is illegal, but there are, of course, darker sides to their lives than most. The police force is, -as of yet-, completely unaware of their presence, and they plan to keep it that way.
We don't have to do this, especially if you aren't familiar with American history, but it's up to you.
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2:14pm Jan 31 2012
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It seems extremely interesting. What year do you think this would be actually set in? Would I need to know some -actual- historical facts about anything, so I don't get anything messed up in the roleplay? :3 I can do my research! :3
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2:18pm Jan 31 2012 (last edited on 2:27pm Jan 31 2012)
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(( Not quite sure myself, but probably 1905, or somewhere around there. This would be two years after the Wright Brother's flight in Kitty Hawk. ))
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2:21pm Jan 31 2012
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Oh, how fun! Well, I'll look some stuff up for myself then. If you'd like to start the roleplay, you can. Also, do the mutants disguise themselves has humans? Or how is that going to work out? o.O; Just want to make sure. xD
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2:27pm Jan 31 2012 (last edited on 2:34pm Jan 31 2012)
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(( Well, my ideas are that, if they looks mostly human in the first place, they just cover up whatever non-human parts there are. Lots of long, bulky cloaks and hats back in that time, so it wouldn't be hard.
And the other one (an experimental idea) is that their timepieces (clocks on a chain XD) are technologically advanced in ways, and it allows them to appear human. Not quite a hologram, but close. That's about all I could think of. -derp idea-
Also, I won't start without you. At the most I'll piece together a BIO for myself. ^_^))
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2:35pm Jan 31 2012
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(( Ok, that sounds fantastic! I'll go with what you've given me plus some actual facts into the roleplay, if that is ok with you. :p I'm ready when you are! :) ))
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2:57pm Jan 31 2012 (last edited on 3:05pm Jan 31 2012)
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(( Alright, let me do a really quick BIO for myself. ))
Name: Cin
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Appearance: Cin has black (coal black, not a tint of color) skin, and glowing, red eyes. A little taller than average, he stands at about 5'11. A long, demon-hooked tail protrudes from his rear, all total just a little longer than his legs. His legs are cat-like, in that he walks on the balls of his feet. He only has four toes. He has a slender fr[injection]ame, and isn't very muscular, yet isn't skinny. He keeps his hair cropped shorter, usually covered by his hat. The inside of his mouth, and all inner flesh, for that matter (including blood) is a very, very dark crimson, almost black. He has bright white teeth, and slightly elongated canines. His grin could freeze you in your tracks. And although in his natural form he has very dark skin, in his human transformation he looks like any normal, slightly-lanky, young white man, and has the features of such in both forms. He has slightly angled features, giving him a handsome, but mischievous appearance.
Clothes: Typically dressed in a white undershirt, loosely buttoned at the top, underneath a crimson, pin-striped vest. He leaves the vest open, and has a matching, very loose tie. His sleeves are rolled up to his shoulders, and he has dark dress-pants. His hat is similar to this in shape, but is in better condition and is black. He keeps it low over his eyes, and has a playing card tucked into it; a seven of hearts. He smokes, and is usually seen with a cigarette at his lips. ((I don't approve of or support smoking, this character represents me in no way. To any kids to read this, smoking isn't cool. D:)) He plays the sax.
Other: Being a demon, he has the ability to teleport himself short distances, although it does a lot to tax his energy. He can instantly disappear in a cloud of red smoke, then appear in a nanosecond in a different location. His range is limited to about 10 yards, and he doesn't like teleporting himself into another room or building. ((Yes, this is similar to the X-men's "Nightcrawler".)) Frankly, he only does it as a last resort. He has not yet found a way to move anything or anyone besides himself... without very bad side affects.
((I'll RP the rest of the character out.))
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3:06pm Jan 31 2012
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(( Ooh! My male character will be wearing a fedora(the hat) as well. xD How awesome! You'll just have to wait and see about my chars~. I hope you'll like them. o; ))
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3:16pm Jan 31 2012
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(( I look forward to it. Do you prefer to start? ))
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4:36pm Jan 31 2012
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(( Sure! :3! ))
Miranda leaned against the bar, her rosy beaded evening gown twinkled in the dimly lit room. Tonight was the night. The band had finally got a gig to play, and she was ready to let her voice be heard. It was about time. Miranda Leech was her name, singing was her game. So was making whoever was in her way hearing-impaired. Miranda was a demon, though she only had the small features of one. There was no tail or animal-like features except for her long fingernails and the color of her eyes and skin. Her skin was a dull gray color, and she always wore something that just flashed out against it, just like tonight with her dress. Her hair was curled at the bottom, pinned up at the top and was as black as soot. Her voice was like smooth silk when she was talking, but when she sung that little tune in your ear, you were mesmerized. She was able to control anyone she desired when she sang, and tonight was her night.
Clicking her heels against the hardwood floor, getting the barkeep's attention. "Not too long now, Jack. Get me another sip, huh. I'll be ripping your place up into a jazzy dance! Ow!" She nudged the edge of the bar, kicking that wide hip out, giving the tender a show of how excited she was about this gig. The man chuckled and poured her a glass. "It'll do some good. Business be runnin' mighty low now." He went back to cleaning the other glasses, keeping an eye on the waiters as they set up tables and chairs for tonight.
Miranda hummed sweetly, taking her glass and proceeded to take a gander outside.
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Max shoved his hands deep into his coat, chewing on a toothpick. He had quit smoking years ago, but by being a mutant, it wouldn't have really mattered much. Besides, though a few of the band members smoked. He didn't complain much. All he had to do was make his way outside and breathe the night air. Probably what he'd do tonight when Miranda started singing. Taking his hat from his head, Max Kipler ran his normal hand through his slick brown hair. He was the manager of the band, helping them on their way to riches. Or trouble and drama. Who knew? Max was really along for the ride and had enough business sense to do so.
Standing at about 5'8", the man looked like your normal run-of-the-mill kind of guy. He always wore a trench, even in the summer months He tugged on the glove on his right hand and limped over to the Model-A parked to the side of the building. He didn't have any powers like the demons did, but he was a persuasive kind of guy. He had street smarts and book smarts, along with abnormal strength that came with his..mutated form.
A noise behind him caught his attention, and he turned to see Miranda right behind him, nursing a glass of what looked like gin. "You gonna destroy that demonic body of yours, girl." Max said in a gruff voice. He frowned a bit, clearing his throat. No other demon made him more nervous than Miranda. She was a fierce sort. "You ready for tonight?" He asked, leaning against the car, popping another toothpick in his mouth as he had gotten rid of the old one.
"You bet your bottom dollar!" Miranda giggled, wiggling her hips again. She finished her drink, then walked over to him. "So, where's the rest of the members? I thought they would get here before us.." Max shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea. I guess I should make you guys stay on a tight schedule, but what's the use? You guys just do what you want.."
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Cin had been lurking in the shadows, something not unusual for him. His cigarette glowed brightly at his lips, the only thing that betrayed his presence. And after a moment, even that was extinguished as he pressed the smouldering tip into his palm. There was a warm, sizzling noise, but without even looking at his hand he knew there was no scar. Hell, it didn't even hurt.
"Vhat you doing out here, Cin?" a burly man asked as he walked past, leaning against the brick wall beside the demon. The human towered over the boy, but Cin didn't seem to care. Carson was one of the very few humans who knew what they were, and also happened to be the night-shift bartender where they worked.
"Just thinking." he answered, bl[injection]inking his glowing eyes. "They here yet?" he looked up at the human from under his hat. His eyes were frighteningly deep to most, that he knew, but Carson wasn't unsettled in the slightest. This human was tough, hardy... and he had a temper. The two men didn't always get along well, but for the most part they tolerated each other.
"Voman just came in. She's out talking to Mr. M, seemed... ehh... excited." he said, crossing his arms. He glowered in at the bar, the wooden sign swinging overhead. Cin nodded.
"The boys should be here any minute," he sighed, "if they managed to stay out of trouble."
Pushing away from the wall, he stood straight, incredibly balanced even on the balls of his oddly-shaped feet. His tail flicked behind him as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the ticking, golden-sheathed timepiece. He flicked it open, running a black finger across the glass for a moment. There was a flash of white light, then he snapped it shut, stuffing it back in it's place.
"How do I look?" he asked Carson, his skin now a pale white under the glow of the rising moon. The human eyed him for a moment, smiling as one of several rude comments came to mind. Cin rolled his now-hazelnut eyes. "Oh, keep it to yourself you burly old ox." he snapped, straightening his tie. He then turned back to the shop, tossing his dead cigarette in the trash bin as he walked out towards the road, stalking out of the dark ally.
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Another buggy drove up, its' horn beeping loudly. Three rowdy young men came howling and laughing out of the thing as soon as they parked it right beside Max's car. Two of them were young and the other just wished he was, but somehow, he figured out how to blend in without being an old sod about it. The two youngest ones were demons, the other a mutant. One of the young ones was named Jared Leroy. A bright red-head with a passion for music. He played that trumpet like he had a soul to sell. His yellow eyes darted about, shining mischievously as he made his way over to the "Man" as they all three called Max. "Howdy-do, howdy-do! Fine night for some tunes. Whatchu say, Miranda baby!?" Miranda sang a chorus of one of their songs, and they both laughed and hugged one another. "So good to see you there, J.L. Such a mighty fine trumpet pla[injection]yer. Already got my heels kickin'!" She laughed and joined the boy in the little dance moves he was doing.
The second boy was a wild one, jumping and flipping around, though he watched his height. Damien was a demon that loved to stretch his distance, which in turn meant, he was a really high jumper. "Woo! Let's kick up and knock 'em down!" He moved in close and jumped up right behind Miranda, making her jump and turn to face him. "I see you're already hot to trot, but honey, I'm something else!" The black haired boy grinned and pulled out a pair of drumsticks. "No you ain't, Miranda! Not without my beats!" With that, he proceeded to do a little number along the piping that ran on the outside of the building.
The third man came up beside Max real slow, his jacket thrown over his shoulder and a cello case in his other hand. He seemed to be out of sorts tonight, though he was having a good time in the car with his buddies. He was a tall man and slightly fit with salt-and-pepper hair. He was getting old. Max looked over at the guy, letting out a soft grunt. "You alright there, Freddy?" His dull blue eyes looked over the guy carefully. Fredrick Cane turned and smirked at Max. "Ain't never been better, Max Daddy. Never better." 'Yeah, right..' Max thought, watching the guy.
Something caught Max's attention then from the corner of his eye. He turned and noticed Cin stalking their way. "Well, there's the sax pla[injection]yer.." He muttered and looked over at the other group members. They were already getting rowdy and would be worn out before they even started the show. "Alright! Enough! Here comes Cin. Get your stuff together and get in that club, pronto. Save all that energy for the show." Max growled a bit, throwing his toothpick on the ground.
Miranda pouted and took out her time device. She turned the dial and her skin was as tan as those islanders down in the Gulf. "Nice..very nice." Max exclaimed. "Alright. Glad you boys already fixed yourselves up. Jared, fix your eyes. They're glowing again. I'll go talk to Cin." He waited until the others went into the building before limping his way over to the demon. "About time, you show up. Always the last one." Max let out a chuckle, reaching his hand out for a handshake.
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8:45pm Jan 31 2012
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Cin regarded the man for a moment before accepting his hand. When he did, he was sure to tame his iron-hard grip, as he didn't want to get on his host's bad side. The boy looked up from under his hat, releasing the man's hand. He dipped his head, sliding a finger across the brim of his fedora.
"The boys almost look drunk." he remarked, avoiding the man's statement. He was blunt, his voice low and, naturally, unamused. He peered in through the window, his own reflection staring back. "But it looks like we've got a full house." he chuckled. "This is going to be fun." He smiled, nodding.
He nodded to Max, walking forward towards the door.
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Mark came rounding the corner just as the door opened, and ending up walking straight into the man who entered. He dropped the empty waiting tray forward, the silver platter clattering to the tile floor.
"Pardon me sir, I didn't see you coming." he stuttered, gripping the tray as it rattled in a circle on the floor. He glanced up, and his blood went cold.
A slightly irritated Cin looked down at the 12-year-old, his intense, cold stare boring down into the boy. He didn't look much more annoyed than usual, but that little bit was enough. The boy froze, clutching the pan to his skinny chest. There was something intimidating about Cin, although the boy could never quite place it. It made the boy fear him, although the man had never done anything directly wrong.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Cin!" the boy exclaimed as the man lifted him to his feet, brushing the child off.
"Forget it, kid. Now go on, back to work." he said, nudging him back towards the club bar. The wide-eyed boy nodded, rushing away a little faster than he would have needed to. He was surprised at how soft the man's voice was when he spoke to him, regardless of his assumed disposition. But he wasn't about to push his luck.
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Sally watched as the boy rushed by, skidding without a pause into the kitchen. She shook her head, tisking quietly. She looked back at the other demon, hardly meeting his gaze before turning towards the costumers sitting at one of her assigned tables. She smiled kindly, her inverted bob shaking around the sides of her face. She was one of the mutants that looked almost... normal. She had it easy, the others said. After all, how hard were tiny, little horns on her skull to hide?
"What can I get you folks tonight?" she said, beaming at them in a friendly way.
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Cin had a hard time avoiding the humans as he made his way up to the stage, where he ducked off to the right as soon as he got there. He grabbed the leather case with his instrument in it, flicking the latches open. He gingerly lifted his saxophone from it's place, touching it to his lips and playing a few experimental notes. Then he tossed the case back into it's place in the corner, taking his spot on the stage, just behind and to the right of where Miranda would stand. He dipped his head, waiting for Max to make the introductions.
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"Hey, yeah, well. They probably might be.." Max grumbled, looking back at the building. People were starting to file in which made the place look more alive than ever. He released the demon's hand and followed his gaze inside the barroom. "Hey..I have to ask you something afterwards. Make sure you come see me, alright?" Max was a bit irritated that Cin didn't seem to have heard him. Max sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess so..." Max nodded back at him and followed the man inside.
It wasn't but mere seconds after Max had entered the bar when Cin was already getting bumped into. He almost told off whoever it was until he noticed it was just one of the young waiter boys. 'Man, kid. You bumped into the wrong guy.' Max thought, popping another toothpick into his mouth, chewing on it. He moved away from Cin as he took care of the boy and headed to a group of three humans who were arguing and discussing something at the same time. Max hollared out, 'Yo! Right here, fellas." He then proceeded to get swamped by the three, papers getting shoved in his hands.
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Miranda took a sip of a drink she had in her hand, getting her throat relaxed. She wanted this night to be perfect. Her eyes lingered over the people. She smiled and flirted with some of the guests, mainly the gentlemen, knowing it was just a front to lead them on. She left the ones with other women alone because she just couldn't handle all that drama that unfolded. It was a shame she had the ability to make people adore her. Sometimes she wished she didn't have such a cursed power. But, she had it and there was nothing she could do to take it away.
As soon as Cin walked in, Miranda quit messing around and headed for the stage. Damien was already up there, tuning the cymbals and bass drum. When he looked up, he winked and gave a playful whistle. "Hey there, good-lookin'. About that time? Better get set up." "Yeah, I know, honey. Give me a few minutes here. Max needs to hurry or I'll just start singing to get an intro in this place!" She laughs and grabs a microphone stand, placing it at the center of the stage.
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Jared was already practicing in the back, making sure his trumpet was in fine tune before getting on stage. It was a bunch of jumbled mess as the noise of him and the crowd was a bit over-bearing. He finally got it to make that crisp, jazzy sound Miranda always liked. He placed his instrument near Damien's drums. "Watch that for me, will ya? I'll get us some drinks!" He then proceeded to head to the bar.
Fredrick was already at the bar when Jared stood beside him, blocking the man's view of who he was staring at. "Hey! What's got you so down and out. You lookin' might rough tonight, Freddy...Who you lookin-.." Jared didn't finish his sentence as his masked yellow eyes noticed the mutant serving a table right beside them. "Ooh...Pretty thing...You know, for a mutant..Haha.." Jared laughed a little, noting the look on Fredrick's face. "Freddy...Come on...It's just a joke. Ah! Thanks, tender! Op, there's Cin! Let's go!" Jared hurried back over to the stage, handing Damien his drink. "Lucky shots!" They both said and downed the drinks. Damien settled himself behind the set of drums, and Jared picked up his trumpet. They just waited on the rest to file in.
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Fredrick chewed on a few peanuts as he sat at the bar for a moment. The events before he was picked up from his home ran through his head. Apparently, this big guy was in trouble. The worst part was that he didn't even know exactly how he got into the mess. His gaze went towards the mutant girl beside him again. When Jared came over, Fredrick looked over at him, practically snarling at him. It had been a long day. The mutant just hoped he could keep up tonight. He knocked the bar with his knuckles then, standing. "Here we go, I guess..." Within minutes, he was up on stage with his bass cello right behind Cin and beside Damien just before Max started to make his way towards the stage.
Max took a small glace at all members of his band, giving them a smirk. "Ready?" He said, nodding his head at them. He then turned towards the now quiet crowd and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm am so honored to have you all here with us tonight. For the first time ever, in person, I would like to introduce you to..." As soon as Max said the name of the band, Miranda with her venomous voice purred at Freddy, "Oh, give me a steady beat there, Freddy...Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Fredrick Cane!.." Fredrick started the beat of a song, taking himself to a starting solo. The crowd really loved it and was already snapping their fingers and tapping their feet to the tall man's music. "Very nice..." Miranda murred. Damien then came in with a softer beat, mixing in with Freddy's. "Ladies and gentlemen...our drummer...Damien!" The demon crashed the cymbals and had his minute of soloing. The crowd went wild then. They were soon jumping up and dancing whenever Miranda introduced Jared. "Very sweet, very nice...My turn! Hello, everyone! I'm Miranda.." Her voice became saultry as she started to sing a little solo. Hands clapped, whistles could be heard. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, our true regal musician....Cin! Play that jazzy tune, honey!"
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From the shadows, Max saw a couple of men sli[injection]nk out of an alleyway. 'Well, don't they seem suspicious...' Max thought to himself. They all had taken a gaze at the building. 'Freddy...What have you got yourself into.' Max knew something bad was gonna happen after the show. "So much for telling Cin. Now, he'll find out sooner rather than later.."
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Cin let the notes ripple out of his instrument like water, throwing his head back and tapping his foot to the beat. He loved music, it was his passion, and for the past five years it had been his life. He never felt more alive, or more free when he was playing. As he looked over at Miranda, eyes glowing from under the brim of his hat, he couldn't help but smile. He had actually never heard her sing. He was... careful when it came to other mutants' powers. He figured she must have been good, the way all the men in the crowd were gawking at her, but he focused on his music, blocking out the singer's voice just like any other night.
Overcome with curiosity, however, for a brief moment he let her voice touch his ears. He was stunned, and, although for him it was rare, impressed. He hit a rather high note on his sax, just as Jared started into another trumpet solo. Occasionally he played backup notes while the demon had his fun. As the song folded into a climax, he let his music run free, his heart racing with the thrill.
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Carson was casually listening to the band's music from the same spot Cin had left him in when he heard an odd scattering of feet. He listened for a moment, bl[injection]inking. Grunting as he heaved himself up, he set out to find the cause. It took very little thought for the brute to make up his mind, and besides, he had nothing better to do. He set off around the corner, hobbling a bit on his bad leg.
As the main street came into view, the glow from the club illuminating the path, his eyes narrowed. Stomping forward, he grabbed two young men, probably around their mid-twenties, and heaved them to their feet by their collars. One of them was mildly scrawny, and the other only a little larger. He gripped their throats, pinning them against the wall as their feet ceased to touch the ground.
"Vhat do you think you are doing out here?" he bellowed, their attempts to pry off his hands weak in comparison to the burly man's grip. He looked each in the eye, his cold, hard glare enough to make them freeze. The larger one gagged, choking something under his breath. Carson twisted his head, glaring at him. "Vhat?" he demanded.
"Gah- Garrett!" he shouted, his plea cut off by the man holding him.
Carson was moments away from snapping both their necks when he heard a sickeningly familiar sound behind him. He looked over his shoulder, a third man's body silhouetted in the shadows. Then, without so much as a warning, there was a muffled 'BANG'.
Carson felt his stomach partially explode as the bullet crushed it's way through bone, muscle, and sinew. He let out an agonized cry, dropping the two men as he collapsed to his knees. He lightly pressed his palm to his abdomen, blood oozing between his fingers as the man walked up behind him, kneeling at his side. The man panted, doubled over with his head close to the ground. The pain was horrible, and not all unfamiliar to the human. He felt a raspy voice whisper something in his ear.
"Where is Fredrick Cane?"
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Inside the club, the sound of the gunshot was masked by the music. Not a single soal heard the racket as Carson was beat, defenseless, within a heartbeat of his life. Not a person had a worry about the human as his body was dumped back in the alleyway from where he had been waiting before. And not another person knew how interesting the night was about to get.
(( You can name the band and the club whatever you like. ))
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(( Thanks! Sorry for the late post! D: Enjoy~))
Miranda finished one song after another, keeping the Jazz Spot club alive. She finally toned it down to a couple of slower tunes and when she saw Max's hand signal for a break, she ended the first part of their gig with a saucy love tune. The humans were having a good time, so Miranda made sure her demonic voice was working to its' full potiental.
Her eyes gleamed happily that her audience was under her control and feeling good, Miranda finally ended their first set. A loud round of applause went around, and the humans who were dancing sat back down at their tables. "Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen. The Mythics will be right back with some swingin' tunes after this small break."
Miranda stepped back from the microphone as the guys around her seemed to relax as well. She looked over at J.T. "Why don't you go see what Max wants for the second set? I'll get us all some drinks." She then moved off of the stage and out into the crowd, looking for a waiter or waitress.
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Jared nodded at Miranda, looking a bit worn out already, but his spirits were still high. He took out a used rag and wiped his brow. He turned and noticed Damien doing the same thing, his feet bobbing up and down still. The kid always got over excited when he was playing music. "Woo, I tell ya. Ain't nothing like a club crowd, am I right, Damien?" The drummer smirked and flashed a few crooked canines at his friend, masking them again when he closed his mouth. "You got that right. Glad we're only doing two sets though.." Damien lowered his voice, urging Jared to come closer. "I don't think our big man is doing to well tonight. I don't know if you heard, but he missed a couple of notes on all the songs, and he's been looking out in the crowd as if looking for somebody.." Jared frowned at this, staring at his friend. "You think he's in some kind of trouble?" "I don't know...could be.." Damien muttered.
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Fredrick Cane really didn't look so good right now. He was standing there with his head down, his eyes averting people's glances and always glancing at the door every once in a while. Sweat was just pouring off the side of his face. He had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to try and get more comfortable. It was no use. The events back home were haunting him. How could he be mistaken for another mutant? All of them were different, weren't they? At least all the ones that he had run into were. "That won't stop them from killing me.." He muttered, leaning his cello against the back wall.
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Max was closer to the door now, the music making him feel a bit drowsy. 'Damnit, Miranda. You're gonna have to slow down on those powers..' he thought to himself, shrugging his shoulders some, making his trench coat fly open at the bottom. He looked up and noticed one of Cin's friend's go around the corner of a building. Something had caught his attention.
Max looked out into the darkness, chewing on his toothpick thoughtfully. 'I wonder what the big guy is up to? Probably need to let these kids break for now. Gotta tell Cin.' Max didn't know what it was, but every time something bad went down, Cin was always the one to tell. It didn't matter if he was a cruel-hearted demon or whatever, Max just knew that the kid did his job of 'taking care of business' whether it was his own or not. Max didn't know him too well, but he was around him enough to know that much.
Scratching the underside of his chin with his gloved hand, Max finally went inside and signaled for Miranda to stop the first set, not hearing anything but the sound of her voice.
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Cin leaned against the bar, resting his elbows on the counter. He looked around the room behind a disguised gaze, placing his fist on the tile.
"Something to drink, Carson." he said, his throat a bit dry from the strain of playing. He bl[injection]inked at a human woman, probably around his age, who was eyeing him curiously. He had never been one to flirt, that wasn't going to change tonight. He turned towards the bartender, and paused in surprise when he saw Jack standing in front of the shelves of alcohol. "Jack?" he choked, cocking his head to the side. "I thought this was Carson's shift?" he pulled out his timepiece, glaring at the metal gears. It was quarter to midnight, just as he had thought. He looked around for a moment, but the over-sized brute was nowhere in sight. He raised an eyebrow, looking towards Sally.
When the dark-skinned woman turned to him, their eyes met only for a brief moment. It was easy to see the concern in her eyes as she confirmed his thoughts, then she went back about her business without a word. Like a flash of lightning, Cin's hand shot out at the boy as he walked past. He grabbed his arm, holding him firmly as he turned the boy back. The boy's eyes were wide as Cin leaned down to whisper in his ear. The crowd around him seemed as though it would have masked his voice, and yet when he spoke there was no mistaking what he had said.
"Have you seen Mr. Bores, boy?" he asked in a deceivingly calm manner. The boy shook his head, scrambling off once more the second the demon released him. Pushing himself away from the counter, he stood straight, staring out towards the ally where the back door let out. And yet, before he could move so much as a muscle, he found his path blocked by the woman. She was shorter than him, quite a bit. She looked up at him from under her lashes, cobalt blue eyes smouldering. Her red-brown hair was cut in a bob, stopping just at her shoulders, and it shook as she propped herself against the bar. Directly between him and the door.
"Come on, sweetheart. Aren't you gonna ask me to dance?" she laughed, placing her hand over his. He stared at her, a bit shocked at her forwardness. Soon, however, he managed to pull himself straight again. "The name's Cynthia." she said, smiling at the look on his face.
"Thank you for the offer, Ma'am, but-" he started, abruptly stopped when she yanked on his tie, pulling her face down to his. Before he could stop her, she leaned forward to kiss him, pressing their lips together with a ferocity he hadn't expected. A few cheers rose from the humans that saw them, but they didn't stop him from rudely pushing her away. He hadn't wanted to be like that, not in the slightest. Yet his gut was telling him that something was very wrong. "Look lady, I'm flattered," he said, pulling away and standing straight. He bent over to pick up his hat, which had inevitably fallen off during his little 'attack'. When he looked up, she was biting her lower lip. "but I'm married." he said, putting it back on his head before stalking out into the ally.
He threw the glass door open, looking up and down the street. Carson was nowhere in sight.
"Carson!" he called, cupping his hands to his face. He listened as his shout echoed down the street, fading into silence. "Carson!" he yelled once more. Again, nothing but stillness answered him. He set off down the dank, poorly lit supply road, eyes flicking this way and that. His feet splattered in shallow puddles as he made his way along, freezing in his tracks when he saw a heap in the shadows. Without giving himself time to think, he ran forward, skidding on his knees towards the human. The lamps cast a pale, golden light upon the pair as Cin searched his companion, his heart stopping in his chest when he saw the pool of blood gathering underneath him. "Help!" he roared, pressing his palms to the man's wound. He already felt the deep, red liquid staining his hands as he let out a cry of frustration. "HELP!"
Carson's body looked almost unmoving. Cin could barely see him breathing, and the only sign he was still alive were the pained, raspy gasps occasionally rising from his throat. He knelt over to press his ear to the human's chest, listening to his heart. An unsteady, weak fluttering was all he could hear.
"C-Cin...?" the man panted, eyes half-opening, "Vhat... vhat you doing out here?" he coughed, blood staining his lips. A strong, iron hand shot up to grab Cin's shoulder when the boy pushed both hands to his wound. Carson's grip was merciless, even in this state, and at first Cin thought it was out of agony. "You... you have to get out of here..." he demanded. Cin's eyes widened.
"You're delirious, you old brute. Now just shut up and hold on, I'll get you out of this." the boy promised, his own fingers trembling.
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((Bump))
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12:08pm Feb 6 2012 (last edited on 1:27pm Feb 8 2012)
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(( Will have a post up after I've studied. Sorry for the long wait. Dx ))
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2:17pm Feb 8 2012
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Max was making his way towards Cin, when the demon decided to run off again. He didn't notice it until Jared came up to him. He had noticed Cin slip out the back, but only with one little distraction. His eyes had unmasked and the yellow hues followed the auburn-haired woman who had just laid a smacker on the demon. "Uh..Max. Miranda wants to know what else you want us to play for the set."
Max stared hard at the boy, a bit agitated now. He popped another toothpick in his mouth, fighting the urge to hit something. "We might be leavin' soon." Jared's eyebrows rose. "Oh?.." The trumpet pla[injection]yer shouldn't even question it. He decided to tell Max what him and Damien thought about Freddy. "He might be in some trouble here, Mr. Max." The look on the demon boy's face made Max speculate for a minute. His eyes wavered over to look at Freddy. "Hmm. Let's get him somewhere . I don't what him running off. That guy has speed faster than a car...Let me go find Cin, will ya? Tell Miranda to do a few soft tunes, something to keep these humans occupied." Jared nodded, moving back over to the stage.
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Miranda finally came back with their drinks, handing them to the boys. "Everything alright, fellas? What did Max say?" She looked over at Jared, then moved her gaze over to Freddy. "He said just to sing some slower tunes." "Oh?" Miranda looked back, already making her way over to the tall mutant. "Here you go, sugar. Looks like you'd need more than one." She winked at Fredrick, who looked up at her like she was going to hurt him. "Whoa...Easy now...I'm not gonna bite ya, darlin'."
Fredrick cleared his throat and nervously took the drink spilling a little of it. "Ah, right. Thanks, Miranda." Freddy said in a soft voice. He took a drink, wincing at the bitterness and the burn it left in his mouth.
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Max heaved over out of the crowd and towards the back. None of the employees seemed to stop him, which he was very grateful for. He moved closer to a glass door that lead to the back alleys. "Cin? You back here?!" Max hollared, the dark very hard to see in.
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