dance, we're f a l l i n g apart to half time!

[nathaniel takashi yoshida]

dance, this is the way they'd love

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Strobe lights bounced off the male's dark hair, the obvious multitude of arrangements that had been added to the club just for tonight making his teeth flash in a trademark boyish grin. "It'll be a success, just you wait and see,"[/color] Nate assured the owner, who, about a decade older than him but surely just as young when it came to heart, shook his head at his attempted soothing tone; there was no putting down the dancer, if anything ever ailed that head of his, he'd certainly never noticed it. There was just no such thing as worry or god forbid, an actual problem in this world, at least that's what it seemed like with Nate to pretty much everyone: the day the boy would be seen without his ever-present optimistic confidence (one, or many, would say overconfidence) would be a sad day indeed. Or the apocalypse, because truly, such an event happening was too scarce of a rarity. The city's night club was filling up steadily with a large stream of waiters outside in line, he noticed earlier when he had made his way in (Nate had tried to recall how many times he had waited in line for a club and failed, as something like that hadn't ever happened to a regular clubber like himself) that they might even have to turn away people if it got too packed. And of course, that was a surefire sign that tonight was a success, and would no doubt boost Club Ice's already growing popularity with crowds of all ages. Although, Nate would admit he saw more high schoolers around tonight: the techno night was a trend among them now, and it was to no surprise that a majority of La Push and Forks students who had gotten wind (also not that difficult to do: the owner and Nate had done plenty advertising in the weeks prior to the event) of it were here.

Nate smirked slightly at the thought of coming across one of his dance students during the night, which was credible and would possibly happen whether he welcomed the chance or not. Not that he minded it too much or even gave it a second's thought, as there was only one person he was casually trying to find through the midst of people already inside. Yeah, okay, sure: the masquerade detail was also his idea as well, but it happened not to cross his mind when he had requested immediately that one Vivelle Grey be put on the VIP list. Of course, Nate realized he also could have just arrived with her, but he wryly noted she liked to remain inconspicuous if she should decide to follow him along on one of his 'ridiculous pursuits', as she had once fondly referred to them by. But she had agreed no less, much to his content, and therefore he was currently trying to locate where she might be. Nodding a quick word of goodbye and encouragement to the owner, Nate weaved his way through the dancers on the floor, ignoring the lingering looks of several females that had obviously caught their interest in the notable break dancer that had only graduated a year ago himself: young enough to be considered one of them, and old enough to appear mature and alluring, the perfect combination in many a teenage girl's mind. Unfortunately for them, however, their looks went unnoticed by far, especially when his attention was diverted as a head of brunette gently bumped straight into his chest.

Pretty... a little thin, but pretty,[/color] he noted silently to himself, before shaking his head and smiling an apologetic smile at the girl. She had opened her mouth to retort, and for a brief second Nate thought she was going to chew him out in petty teenage bitchiness, but she too seemed slightly taken aback and shook her head. "Sorry,"[/color] she offered, swirls of chocolate brown gazing up into him through a pastel pink mask,"I just got in, I wasn't looking where I was going."[/color] There was an odd air about her, an uncomfortable quality that Nate was sure, although he didn't know who she was, was unusual about her: like a dog being chained and muzzled, silenced from usual behavior. He chose not to dwell on it, instead shrugging and raising his hands in a universal sign that he wasn't upset. "Barely got through the line then, huh?"[/color] he chuckled at having to raise his voice slightly: the DJ's mixes seemed to get increasingly louder and harder for him to hear, even for his wolf senses. And, perhaps, that was why he couldn't smell anyone out, either, the mingled scents of too many people making it more than impossible to single out just one person. He would simply have to push his luck and find Vivelle the old fashioned way, it seemed. The girl seemed to pause, then shrugged back; she had automatically been prepared to tell him, no, in fact, Audrey Joy Black simply did not wait in lines for anybody or anything, but there was no need. After all, this was a masquerade night on top of everything, no one needed to know who she was, though if she guessed she would have assumed the boy was on the VIP list as well judging by the way he was acting, like he hadn't waited a day in line in his life. "Yeah, they're a bitch, I guess,"[/color] she remarked offhandedly, nodding once,"Well, I'll see you around, maybe."[/color]

The two parted ways on the dancefloor, Nate Yoshida one way, the remnants of Audrey Black the other. She hadn't expected anyone to notice her tonight, for once absolutely content in blending into the crowd; that route seemed to be the more tempting to take nowadays, as the challenges of social hierarchy being increasingly difficult to maintain and rule with the iron fist she was used to having. As far as she figured there was no one worth revealing herself to tonight, anyway; Ash would no doubt leave her alone for the time, being obviously concealed, her various admirers could do without her for one damn night, and those who had wished to see her fall, well, they would have to wait another night. Audrey Black wasn't going to fall or even so much as stumble on the royal throne of popularity: she had held it together thus far, and no one would change that until she gave it up herself. The rising concern on whether she would or not was another story, but for now Audrey couldn't see the harm in having one night off from the complexities of her life. Of course, though, there would always be an exception to someone she might want to see, if anything. And although Audrey knew it would be nice to have her best friend in company should the night turn disastrous (which, hopefully it wouldn't for her: though from rumors swirling about a certain new party-goer she couldn't say the same about others), she convinced herself she wouldn't go looking for Mara. There was no telling she possibly could if she actually did, anyway; how anyone could find and recognize someone here was beyond her. Her nose was swimming in all the different scents around, and her eyes were being affected by all the strobe lights, and on top of that it wasn't as if everyone was standing still in a line waiting to be identified. They were all dancing to the pulsating beat, or at the bar getting a drink before going back to the dancefloor: one thing was certain, there weren't any wallflowers here.

Outside, another Black was cursing quietly to himself as the line shuffled and pushed as one by one people were checked and let inside, either through payment or a name on a stupid list of some sort. Maybe it was just because he wasn't party prone or really anything of the sort, but Dakota sighed, exasperated, then growled lowly as someone cut the line up ahead. "Hey! You! Yeah, I'm talking to you!"[/color] he snorted as a head turned, ignoring his calls which were clearly heard; something about agreeing to go tonight did some odd change to Dakota, it seemed, making him revert back and almost act like, well, a teenager. "Come over here and tell me what's up!"[/color] He seemed haughty almost, though more than comical given his usual state of calm and content, most especially around his girlfriend. Dog tags swaying on his chest as he shifted impatiently, his fingers brushed along his dark gray vest before reaching to find Clary's hand, interlacing and squeezing before he arched an eyebrow at her. "What?"[/color] he asked, put off at the look she was giving him... or, well, the looks everyone else was also. Dakota shrugged, not completely understanding, though smiling a little at the object of affections before ducking and pressing a swift kiss on her cheek. "I would've never done something like this in a thousand years, Miss Hale,"[/color] he added dryly, yet hazel eyes reflected pure honesty in the sentiment,"You're quite lucky I love you so much."[/color] Though truthfully Dakota wouldn't blame her at all, being newly informed of this ring that had given her the ability to see, he supposed in her position he would have wanted to see as much as possible. And what better way to memorize colors than entering a rave night at a club, full of expensive and bright strobe lights everywhere? He sighed, more out of content this time in holding her hand, though he cocked his head to the side and listened curiously as voices grew louder from somewhere behind them in line.

"This is bullshit! Pure, unadulterated bullshit!"
"Or normal to the relatively unknown."

The teen shot him a dark look, one that clearly signaled warning that only a member of the opposite sex could identify and furthermore fear, but the curly-haired boy simply grinned cheekily and wrapped an arm around her waist. They seemed fairly comfortable around each other, and although Ryanne had hesitations, at first, about getting to know him through the fact he was generally known (at least, the best you could be as a fellow sophomore), it turned out to be better than she had expected: they meshed well together, enough that a few rumors were already buzzing. Ryan didn't care to pay attention to them, though, and neither did he; though what she did care to pay attention to was the strenuous amount of waiting she had been subjected to so far. It was ridiculous: her name was getting more recognition, slowly, but it was happening nevertheless, so why wasn't her name on that god damned list? "We are not relatively unknown, and you know it, Case,"[/color] she argued with him, as if daring him to object. He seemed to be either oblivious or just plain unafraid, however, as he shrugged in response. "Okay, we aren't,"[/color] Casey agreed, before adding,"In high school. This isn't school, this is a club."[/color] Ryanne could do nothing but glower silently; he was right in that aspect, though it wasn't as if she couldn't do something about it. She pulled out of his embrace, latching onto his hand and dragging him as she made her way to the very front of the line: a bouncer looked down at her with a speculative brow, as if saying she should already know if she was going to be so brash, she would have to head to the back of the line. But, on the off chance the young girl was on the list, the burly guard couldn't exactly afford to get fired for pissing off a regular...

"Name?"
"Ryan Castillo."
"Back of the line, Castillo."

Before Ryan could open her mouth and shout a creative string of obscenities and outright insult, Casey shot a hand over her lips and grinned at the large man. "Sir, you don't wanna do that,"[/color] he said solemnly, as if he was making a grave mistake and he was doing a favor in telling him so. The bouncer snorted, and motioned for him to continue. Casey released his hold on Ryan, stepping forward to lean in and murmur something into his ear. The boy wasn't stupid, no, not at all: he knew who he was with and he knew the rewards that came with such advantages. "That girl? She's the Castillo, you know, Mara Myles' younger sister?"[/color] The bouncer stumbled backwards at the mention, pushing his partner away and jumping back himself, gesturing for the two to go on ahead. Ryanne looked at Casey questioningly, only to receive a mischievous glint in his eyes as they walked on in inside. As the door shut, a loud outcry of indignation from the back made the front security's eyes roll.

"Seriously? Seriously? What does that twelve year old have that I don't?!"[/color]
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APPAREL nate's outfit & mask. audrey's outfit & mask. dakota's outfit & mask. ryanne's outfit & mask. casey's outfit & mask.
MUSIC like.. a lot? xD or listen to the tunes to the vids belowww.
WITH everybody listed in the plot threadd.
SETTING club ice, which is based on this beauty, just click any vid & watch.
NOTES let the chaos begin<3

[Vivelle Grey]

The pulsing beat of the club resonated through her body, and the music was definitely loud enough to make even Vivelle Grey cringe. Having heightened senses was not exactly a plus when people had the music turned up so loud that it hurt their ears. Still, her body was compensating and adjusting so that she didn't get completely thrown off by all the noise. Entrance to the club had been surprisingly easy. All she'd had to do was shove past a few scantily clad girls and tell her name to the doorman. Surprisingly they had let her in with no questions asked. It would seem that the puppy had kept his word, and he had put her on the list. She'd been rather skeptical when she'd received the invitation. How on earth could you just get in the club for free? Apparently humans weren't as obsessed with the green paper as she'd thought, although she doubted the list was longer than a few names. They couldn't let everyone in free. Just a select few to increase the hype. Humans had such a fascination with glamour and "being special", after all.

Observing the place with a rather critical eye, Vivelle moved slowly across through the darkened space. Everywhere she looked there were masks, some flamboyant and others elegantly simple, and still others that looked like the owners had snagged them for a dollar at the party store. It was a rather clever idea, to be sure, it certainly made it easier for her to attend. But a mask alone was not enough for Vivelle Grey to stay incognito, not when puppies would be running about. And so she had taken the precaution of donning her ring, which of course concealed her nature and made her look and smell like every other human in the place. And while it was definitely possible that someone could recognize her, masks could only do so much, it was extremely unlikely. After all, it wasn't like the pups (apart from Nate, maybe.) would be looking for her. They were expecting her to be hiding out somewhere, not venturing in the heart of their little village to visit one of their comrades, and certainly not walking into a club filled with humans and wolves to boot. Generally people would call such a thing suicidal. Although Vivy never had been one to do what was expected of her, let alone follow the rules.

And yet, while she liked to do what was unexpected, she had agreed to come here when Nate had requested her presence. Whether that was expected of her or not was not really the object of interest though. The interesting bit was that she'd actually decided to show, despite her incredible pride and apparent "distaste" for the wolf. Not only that, but Vivelle hadn't shown up in her average old black dress or black outfit either. Instead she was wearing a black halter top, but not just any old halter top. It was backless, the only fabric on her back being a single tie across the center of her back. The front of the shirt, at the bottom, was V-shaped, tapering up to the ties and exposing a good deal of skin. Along with this daring fashion statement she wore a pair of remarkably casual and very close fitting brown pants, a pair of black converses on her feet. The outfit hadn't been thrown together at the last minute either. Vivelle had taken her sweet time in selecting the outfit, even going out specifically to buy the shirt, and while the pants weren't much of a color they certainly weren't the dull black she'd been using as her wardrobes one and only color. Long dark lashes (evidence of subtle but tasteful makeup usage) framed her dark brown eyes (the color that they had been before she'd gotten the kiss of death) and her hair had obviously gotten more than the usual "run a brush through it" treatment. And of course, she was wearing a mask. A simple one made of black mesh with beads dangling off it, something not too fancy but definitely not cheap.

Not that I'm dressing up for him. I'm dressing up for the event. Not him. Definitely not him.

Which was a complete and utter lie, but who cares, right?

In any case, she couldn't stay on the edges for long. Now that all the people had gotten their chains severed, set free by the anonymity provided by the masks, there were no wallflowers. Jerking her chin in the air the vampress walked out to the dance floor, her eyes sparkling with the defiant scorn that was almost always present now. It had been her intention to go out on the floor and find Nate, but it would seem that tracking down the pup would be harder than she'd thought. The scents in here were such a jumble that it was hard to tell what was what. So she wandered across the dance floor, her gaze flicking from masked dancer to masked dancer. Perhaps she shouldn't have been so stubborn and just come with Nate. It certainly would have saved her time. And given him the wrong idea..

[/color] She passed a skinny girl in a pink dress and mask without batting a lash, weaving her way through the bodies until she walked straight into one person. Vivelle drew back immediately, smiling in the sweet way she used to get out of potential trouble. "Sorry, I didn't watch where I was.."[/color] she started, trailing off as she got a good look at who she was talking to. That hair.. the fashion sense.. something seemed oddly familiar about him. She took in a quick breath and, after going through layer after layer of sweat and goodness knows what other scents, she caught a whiff of something she recognized.

Oh yes, it was him alright. But will he know it's me? That's the question.[/color]

While Vivy was testing her wolf, Clarissa Hale was standing outside, standing rather close to her boyfriend and observing the frenzy at the door with mild fascination through unclouded brown eyes framed by a a pink, satin mask. A little smile played on her lips as her boyfriend shouted at the bouncer. She even giggled a little. After all, it wasn't often that she saw her boyfriend act.. well, act his age. Generally speaking he was composed, or at the very least just seemed mature. And yet here he was, acting like any normal human boy. Like the 10 people in front of them were acting, actually. She cast him a sidelong glance, the little smile playing on her lips along with a look of amusement, which was partially hidden by her mask. She threaded her fingers through his without question when his hand sought hers, the silver ring on her index finger glittering slightly, and her eyes slowly returned to the front. "Nothing."[/color] The front of the line didn't keep her attention for long however, especially when the object of her affections decided to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Neither would I, under normal circumstances. But these aren't normal circumstances we're in, are they?"[/color] Turning her head slightly, the better to see his face, Clary took in his expression and stared as if he was some sort of piece of art that you had a once in a lifetime chance to see. Standing on tiptoe she kissed him the cheek herself before she went back down, standing close enough to him so that their shoulders touched. "Very lucky indeed."[/color] she replied cheerfully, the cold air brushing over her bare shoulders bothering her next to none. Being a werewolf had its advantages.

The human boy who was slowly approaching the line from down the street, however, did not have the advantage of extremely warm blood and was therefore the tiniest bit chilly. Unlike many of the other people in the line, he was dressed remarkably casually, barely club wear even. Just a stylish, printed t-shirt and a pair of jeans. And yet even with his remarkably simple attire, and his plain black mask, the boy possessed an air of cool confidence that made some girls stop and look twice. The boy in question was none other than Ashton Cooper, the Ashton Cooper. The kid who dared to question the authority of the terror named Audrey Black, and the kid who seemed like he was starting to win. Not that anyone knew it was him, of course. Still, those who saw him even with a mask were taking second glances, which was a good thing in his opinion. After all, he needed to make sure that people didn't simply know him for his name. As Vivy had so aptly put, he needed to test and make sure that he could still have a powerful effect on people even when they didn't know who he was or know about his past with Audrey Black. If he succeeded, that meant that most of her work was done, and he was prepared to unleash his newly acquired talents without any more restraints.

In fact, his dear mentor was supposed to be attending tonight and through some unexplained magic had supposedly gotten him onto the list. Not that she was here to observe him though, that wasn't Vivy's style. Oh no, she was here for something (Someone more like.[/color]) and this training exercise was just something she could use to justify her coming here. For someone who wore so many different masks, his teacher was remarkably see-through. And he would know, knowing a thing or two about masks himself. As he approached the doors, a cry of indignation alerted him to a couple standing not too far from the door. They were clearly the stereotypical, clingy, high school type, seeing as they were holding hands and smiling at each other like idiots. And yet there seemed to be something deeper behind the sugar, something behind the looks and the way they seemed to gravitate toward each other that made Ash feel like he was witnessing something private.

Odd.

The girl grinned at her boyfriend's outburst and giggled. "They were hardly twelve, Kota. Calm down, we'll get in when we get in." the girl said, her voice barely containing her obvious amusement. But it wasn't her tone or her words that interested Ash. It was the name she used. Kota. The name of Audrey's brother. He knew him, barely, having only seen him occasionally when he'd gone to Audrey's house. So, that was the famed girlfriend huh? Audrey had occasionally complained about how clingy the two were with each other. If she had been any other girl, he would have suspected her of jealousy. Acting on a whim he strode forward, smiling amiably, particularly at the girl. "Do you guys want to get in?"[/color] Clary turned in surprise, blinking at Ashton before she glanced at her boyfriend. "Well, yeah, of course, but-"[/color] "Follow me then, I can get you in."[/color] he said, talking over her and flashing another smile. Clary blinked once, glanced at Dakota, then shrugged and grinned. "Kay. Lead the way then."[/color]

Without waiting for her boyfriend to give the okay, Ashton grabbed the girl gently by the wrist and towed her along to the front door (presumably with her towing her boyfriend along) and approaching the bouncer. "Ashton Cooper. These are my friends."[/color] he declared mildly after he somehow shoved past all of the people in his way. Sure it was a lie, but perhaps this good turn could get Dakota on his side. Although he doubted that, Dakota was rabidly protective of poor Audrey.

Although how that girl deserved such devotion was beyond Ash.

(( Clothes: Kyla, Clary, Vivy, Ash.
Masks: Kyla, Clary, Vivy, Ashton. ))
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[Mara "Lizzy" Myles]

[/b][/color] he said, looking at his friend chatting up yet another girl in the line. How Alex always managed to find the few girls that would talk to him and then make them engage in a conversation really made Xavier go insane. Sure he also had that appeal, and was able to charm girls, but he wasn't about that. He didn't need to be. Right now, he had a girlfriend, and then the other girl in his life, his best friend, Addie Parkes. He didn't need more girls that the usual swarm that followed him around in school like some god. "Oh calm down Xav. We are almost there. That girl that went ahead was probably one of those queen bees from one of the schools, or some well known business woman. We'll get there. Besides." he took his voice down to a whisper. "Look at these girls. You can't see half their faces, but look at them." It was true that Alex hadn't been the sweet charmer he use to be before leaving La Push. Why he had come back was still a mystery to everyone, and he didn't care to explain. There were a lot of reasons. He was different, in some ways, but still the same. He was a charmed, except now it lead to sex instead of relationships that were meaningful. To be honest, Alex was too afraid of getting hurt to even try looking for a relationship. He turned his attention back to the two ladies. One was a little more shy, but only because she was focused on getting into the club. In fact, that girl seemed pretty wild, if you let her out of her cage long enough. The other was the one who held his attention. And she was stunning, not to mention her killer body. "Yeah, I go to clubs a lot. Perfect place to let go and meet new people, right?" she said, staring at Melanie's obvious uncomfortable position. She had met Melanie on a trip to La Push a while back when some wedding was going on. They didn't really talk about their personal lives. Sarah was too afraid to present one side of who she was without knowing it was the right one. Over time, she realized that Melanie had been the type to be shy, but she still could be entirely crazy. "Lately, we have both been going to clubs a lot more." she admitted, cutting in to the conversation with the guy and Sarah. Melanie wasn't totally comfortable, and right now she was busy thinking about Conner. Annie looked at Melanie and analyzed her voice and looks. She look extremely familiar and she was wondering if it could be who she thought it was. "That girl doesn't talk much, does she?" she asked Xavier. "I don't know. I'm not Alex - I don't focus on all kinds of girls the moment I go out. Do you want to come with me and see what is taking so long? There seems to be a problem at the front." Without an answer, he pulled Annie along to the front.

At the front of the line Harper McNeel was getting herself into a bit of trouble with a guy who wasn't on the list, but seemed to be ready to go in. "Are you kidding me? You aren't on the list!" she yelled in his face, sick of the fact that she had been waiting forever. Her mood had gotten worse when she had had to hide herself from Mara as she passed. She could tell that scent anywhere, and it was only confirmed when she lifted her mask at a couple yelling at her who had been standing a good three feet from Harper. She was now on edge, and of course, taking it out on someone unsuspecting of her mood shift. "I don't have to be, alright? I'm well known around here." he said very smoothly. Ky didn't want to get into a fight with some girl. He had showed the bouncer his face, without name and had been immediately granted admittance into the club. He was Kyler Jameson and the son of someone who could shut them down in a second. He never used this against people, but it helped him out when ever going out to clubs. Xavier, with Annie behind came upon the two. "What is going on here? This is keeping the line from moving!" he yelled over the noise coming from inside the club, and the chatter from the people at the front of the line. "Go back to your part of the line, sir. There is no problem. I've got this covered." the bouncer said, annoyed with the already heightened problem. The last thing he seemed to need was a huge group all yelling at each other. "Excuse my friend. He was just wondering. We've been waiting a while." she said, faking a genuine smile at the bouncer. "How can we help, here?" Harper turned to the girl speaking and looked her up and down. "This kid isn't on this 'list' that people are talking about because he didn't say his name. He simply lifted his mask and was allowed in. That isn't fair." Before anyone else could speak, Ky took over the conversation. "You guys can come in with me, and your friends too. Does that solve the problem?" he asked, looking to Harper. She was in shock. Most people who were so well known like he seemed to be, never thought of kind solutions. "Uh..yeah." she agreed. "Could we get in with you too?" Xav asked, sure that the guy had meant them too. "We have some more friends with us - three, if that is alright." Ky smiled and nodded, and then Xavier waved Alex and the girls with him to come up there. There were grumbles and angry glares from people who had been ahead of them, but Xavier had been waiting too, and he was getting sick of it so of course he took this opportunity. "Go on ahead, with your.. group of friends, Mr. Jameson." the bouncer said, slightly annoyed but who seemed to be more relieved the situation had been dealt with.

Xavier looked back and forth between the bouncer and the guy. "Kyler?!" he whispered to him. He was shocked. He was kind of mad since they still weren't on good terms, but he wasn't going to explain to anyone who this guy was. He had been his friend - and his little secret would be kept. Kyler looked to Xavier and turned, only slightly acknowledging the question. He lead the group into the club. "Was that really him?" Alex asked Xavier - he was also astonished. Xavier ignored him like he hadn't heard him. Alex had no idea about the secret, and answering him would give it away.

"Where is she?" Mara hadn't really been able to enjoy her time since her mind was focused soley on Audrey. In the last few weeks, she had been noticing that her cold heart was feeling something she hadn't planned at all. She was starting to feel something for her best friend. How that could make any sense, struck her cold. Mara didn't fall for people - and honestly she didn't really like them most of the time either. It was sex, kissing, and conquests. That was it. Why was it she was starting to feel something different? Whatever it was, she didn't understand it. Out of nowhere, she finally recognized who Audrey was. Her voice. That was how she did it. She never realized how much she paid attention to her until now. The thing was, even though kind words were coming out, she could still tell it was her. Granted if all she had heard were the words instead of the actual sound of the voice, she wouldn't have given the girl a second thought. She certainly wasn't use to Aud being kind to anyone - especially someone she had bumped into. Nonetheless, she knew it was her. When the two separated, she followed her, a smile spread wide across her face. She hadn't planned extremely far on what she planned, but the point was to get to Aud without her realizing it was Mara. "Hi there." she said, trying to be nice, and masking her usual humor and trying to be kind in all aspects. She had even picked a dress that wasn't quite as extravagant as some of the others she was known for dressing in when she want out to clubs or parties.


The girls.
Outfits; ( Mara ) , ( Harper ) , ( Melanie ) , ( Sarah ) , ( Annie )
Masks; ( Mara ) , ( Harper ) , ( Melanie ) , ( Sarah ) , ( Annie )

The guys.
Outfits; ( Kyler ) , ( Xavier ) , ( Alex )
Masks; ( Kyler ) , ( Xavier ) , ( Alex )[/size][/ul]

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Color reminder for Lindsey's Sake.
Mel's - 22747f ; Harper's - darkmagenta ; Annie's - pink ; Sarah's - grey ; Mara's - mediumvioletred ; Ky's - green ; Xav's - steelblue ; Alex's - yellow

[Jasper Hale]

Already stood in a corner besides the bar, Jasper adjusted the mask upon his nose with a false irritation. Of course there really was no problem but the habit of twitching, sighing and moving at regular intervals was not easily erased from his mind. Few people seemed to actually recognise him from anywhere, but there was a small group gathered around him; intrigued by the golden eyes scarcely visible through the opal slits of the black-and-white blind. Now as they stood bustling in chat around their new friend 'Logan', they barely noticed his lack of contribution - aware of his presence but overpowered by the music enough to accept his silence as having a good time.

"Who did you come with, Lo?"

Up until those words, Jasper hadn't really considered the whole prospect. In fact, he'd been just about to slip away from the group of babbling teens and make his way back towards the quieter of those gathered. The music still pounded furiously and the excitement of all those there was knocking within his head so much he felt he might burst out in song or prance onto the dancefloor with an unwilling partner. It wasn't a completely abnormal emotion to the vampire. Hell, if Emmett or even Edward had been there too, he had no doubt that he would willingly have struck stupidity on the dancefloor. Perhaps, just perhaps, he needed that.

Grinning a bit, Jazz ran a pale hand through his strawberry-blond tendrils as he swallowed the sickness residing at the back of his throat from the overwhelming number of wolves there seemed to be around the club. Perfect. If he focused hard, he could even distinguish that Mara-girl around, somewhere. No matter though, he wasn't here to cause wars. Forcing his muscles to flinch, the vampire shot his gaze down to his left as a clammy palm clasped itself around his wrist. He frowned, slightly nausiated by the beverage breath of the girl. She might as well have been a blasted harlot for the way she'd dressed that night, really, what had happened to the younger generation? Shooting a passer-by a somewhat desperate look of escape, the blond rolled his eyes as he shook his arm forcefully, carefully turning the girl around and allowing her to latch onto the nearest guy. "Ask me for a dance later, alright? Good," he shot the guy holding her a warning look: no, before hurriedly striding off towards the opposite end.

Seriously, what was with all these 'famous' people? The majority of the line were obviously not happy that their privlidges were been given away to certain individuals. He could probably pass for a movie star or some rubbish like that with little to no effort on his part, except there was no point. Sure it might bring a miniscule amount of excitment for the shortest period of time but it would eventually die out - just like the fame of these teen icons. They had their moments now, but he could guarantee their flame would burn out into ashes with speed and ease.

Though, it might be interesting for one night only.

Appearing just behind the bouncer as he struggled with the ever-lengthening line, Jasper toyed absent-mindedly with his lower lip - studying the group as one of those popular teens lead a large group past the boundaries and into the club. He hummed softly in contentment, plucking Xavier and Alex by the arms and beckoning them to follow with a slight wave of his hand. Eugh, werewolf. "You need a girl, hmm," he clapped his hands once, amberline eyes flickering towards the harlot-girl for a moment before dismissing the idea completely. He turned, pointing towards the crowd with a nod, "You two. Go find a partner, then come back. Tell them Logan Fallows needs dancers for a photoshoot." Flashing them a small lopsided smirk, he produced a professional looking camera from behind his back, "If they're anyone, they'll have listened to my music, it's all over the place. Whether they can admit it or not." With his delicately pale features and taste in dress wear, he fitted the part with ease. If these children were as stupid as they looked then they would fall head over heels at the chance of being apart of a celebritie's shoot. They could end up in a magazine, they'd tell themselves, or as extras in a music video. They wouldn't want to admit if they'd never heard of him, of this false persona he had borrowed many a time before now; there was a chance they'd be foolish enough to even believe they were fans of his, just from the idea of fame. "Quickly now, time is moving on."

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[nathaniel takashi yoshida]

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[/i] a normal circumstance,"[/b][/color] he remarked softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear; providing her embarrassment would do just fine, but he wouldn't go to the lengths of letting other people listen in, he drew a line there,"Because if you're going to tease me like that few and far between, you're going to have to warn me: I have a very fragile heart I'll have you know."[/color] He shrugged at her then, silently debating in his head that yes, those kids were pretty small compared to the line of juniors and seniors in high school, from a distance it was reasonably okay to call them twelve. Maybe they were freshmen, or whatever. That didn't really matter, in fact it became the very last thing on the young man's mind when a lanky looking, familiar faced little punk had the audacity to come up to the two of them. There was no way, just no way whatsoever that god damn Ashton Cooper didn't recognize him from all the times he used to spend hanging out with Audrey, doing homework in the living room while he kept a watchful eye on both. In fact, over time Dakota had grown to actually trust the kid, though that overturned on him quickly as soon as word from the grapevine, Aud's behavior and later curt for of explanation ("I just don't wanna talk about him anymore, okay, Dakota? Please?") added up in his mind.

So the kid got rejected and suddenly thought it was his mission to be better than her, huh? Oh, and what an ambitious move to get noticed by playing nice to him and his girlfriend. Dakota had stood stock still as they conversed, but when Ashton took Clary by the wrist, he bristled openly, glaring daggers as he followed suit only out of Clary's sake. His teeth were clenched as he spoke to the bouncer, thinking did he really get that popular in such a short time?[/color] Apparently he had, however, as the bouncer waved them in through the doors, being enveloped in a large foray of strobe lights and pulsating beats the second he stepped inside. It took about a half second for his eyes to become used to it, but just as soon as he rounded on Ashton, shoulders squared and eyes hard as steel. "You'd do good to leave things as they are, Cooper,"[/color] Dakota warned, tense, stepping in front of his girlfriend as if to shield her, "If I find out you did anything to my sister..."[/color] He stopped, shaking his head in disgust. "Just watch yourself."[/color] Without waiting for him to reply, Dakota shot a look at Clary, softer, pleading her to follow as he inclined his head toward the crowd, leading himself into the mass.

Already tangled deep within the crowd, the very sister Dakota had just defended looked rather defensive herself, too much on guard and far too tense to look like how the Audrey Black usually was. She was in the middle of running her fingers through her already carefully-tousled hair when she was interrupted by a voice - an oddly familiar one at that, but it wasn't like she'd know off the bat, plus that ruined the mystery of things - all kind words and... inviting? Audrey wasn't sure, and that much was proved when she paused in replying. "Hi..."[/color] she trailed off, brow furrowing in confusion, but mostly wariness; sure, the case of anonymity of the night made people bound to be a bit more bold than usual, but even then they were usually accompanying each other in little clusters of giggling, high or drunk friends. This girl, whoever she was, had come alone like herself - and with lack of a horrid pick up line or husky undertone to her voice that suggested different - she wasn't looking for a one night stand, either, it seemed. But really now, what else could she be after? Audrey's mind raced through possibilities, none of them ever coming to the conclusion that the girl in front of her might have become well aware of who she was; the thought was, near impossible, considering who really would know her that well to identify her, other than Mara, who, on that particular subject, Audrey hadn't been able to locate - not that she was trying, anyway. It would just have been... nice, to have her best friend with her, that was all. But was neither here nor there, and be as it may the stranger in front of her couldn't be Mara Myles, as Audrey suspected her best friend would have raised question to her current behavior if it really was her. That was her best friend for her, never one to be subtle about, well, anything - brash and upfront about her beliefs, feelings, and desires; it was something that amused and fascinated Aud to no clear end, given the fact she was very much the same. Very much the same, and yet, not acting like it. The hell?

She was Audrey Black, god dammit. And at this, she tilted her head in a trademark Black fashion, though the crooked smirk playing at her lips now was very much one hundred percent, pure Audrey. So this girl, this girl who probably had know idea who she had just approached, was going to be led into a surprise. Because maybe, just maybe the name Audrey Black wouldn't be spoken tonight, but that wouldn't mean her very essence wouldn't leave a trail to be spoken of, since that was who she was, who she would be, who nobody - not even Ashton Cooper - could take away from her. Leaning in close and touching her hand, Aud tugged her towards the direction of the middle of the dance floor, where everyone was dancing and no one was just standing around. Inclining her head, the soft smirk was still very much in tact, a glow in her disposition that was suddenly flaring back alive inside of her, making her seem that much more vibrant. "Let's dance."[/color] And while the newly-energized girl was attempting to entice the other onto the floor, on the outskirts of the floor, where most were dancing - though not as lively as those in the center - and some were goading others into exploring or flirting or whatever the hell else people were planning on doing tonight, a dark-haired male was bumped into yet again, this time by an older... teen? He couldn't really tell. At least this time it wasn't his fault, and she had begun to apologize before she trailed off and well, stared a bit openly. By now, Nate Yoshida was used to such treatment by the opposite and same sex, except now it was something to brush off instead of smirk and furthermore show off for, not because he couldn't be interested - she did look rather attractive, after all - but because he was looking for a certain sharp-tongued female that would no sooner kill him rather than hug him. It was oddly endearing in the way a mother grizzly is endearing, before you wake her up from hibernation and everything goes batshit crazy.

Though of course, while preoccupied with the thought of finding this particular girl, he seemed to have missed the fact if he looked a little closer, the features he was currently looking at resembled this Vivelle Grey he was searching for. Be as it may, in return Nathaniel had just smiled a polite, gracious smile. "Don't worry about it,"[/color] Nate shook his head, rubbing the back of his gelled hair self-consciously, worrying for a second if they were okay, before laughing a little,"You're not the only one."[/color] He had hoped, much like the other female he had collided with, that she wouldn't be upset and she would take it in stride and they'd just both go on their way to do whatever it was they aspired - him being finding Vivy, her, well, to be frank he didn't care too much. Nate threw her an apologetic look as his eyes glanced around to couple after people after random person passed by them, flickering through masked faces and not even bothering to hide his disappointment as not one of them struck him as maybe possibly being Vivelle. "Forgive my rudeness,"[/color] he added, not wanting to seem brash as he was about to ditch her in .2 seconds,"I'm in a bit of a hurry, trying to find someone - ah, not that I should be, don't tell on me."[/color] He added a wink at the end of his sentence, as most girls would swoon over that and not even think twice of reporting him to a bouncer - it really did seem to be a strict rule not to go out of your way to find someone you knew - but what were they gonna do, really? He was Nate Yoshida, for christ's sake, he organized this event! If it weren't for him, it'd just be any old club night, and granted while Club Ice was popular and thriving on its own, the techno night had certainly been a boost in sales. Maybe he should work in marketing, God knows by the sheer amount of people here, he could pull it off...

"Remind me again why I agreed to this," he murmured inside his friend's ear, keeping a close hold on her hand; house parties were fine, but clubs were so big and it was just no telling what kind of weirdos could be hanging around; after assigning himself privately as Ryan's personal guardian while she went around chasing recognition in limelight, he took it seriously, not wanting the innocent and yet somehow now-jaded girl to end up in serious trouble. Ryanne, though, it seemed, although cautious to a point - was more deep in focus on having fun, especially, all things considered, she knew that Forks' new hottest columnist would be around watching and unveiling secrets. She had remembered her inquiry to Harper, as well, when she had shown up on her doorstep that night, begging to know what had happened - what had changed her from sweet-faced to avid party-goer. Shaking her head, she was the one leading him now into the crowd, arching an eyebrow in challenge, her smirk speaking for her, but her voice had resounded in his ears, anyway. "'Cause, Casey Sheppard needs to forget his troubles for a night, and so does Ryan Castillo,"[/color] she remarked back, and he couldn't quite disagree with her on that. And so he followed her farther inside the club, and when his hands fell on her hips as she swayed to the beat along with him, all he could think of was that one time he tried dragging Aly to a school dance as friends. No, he couldn't disagree with her at all.
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APPAREL nate's outfit & mask. audrey's outfit & mask. dakota's outfit & mask. ryanne's outfit & mask. casey's outfit & mask.
MUSIC love lockdown remix - kanye west ft. lmfao
WITH everybody listed in the plot thread!
SETTING club ice, which is based on this beauty, just click any vid & watch.
NOTES <3

[Kyla Larsen.]

If Dakota Black was aiming to make his girlfriend blush, he most certainly succeeded. A faint rosy color rose in her cheeks when he went and mentioned earlier and she averted her eyes to the ground. Which was Clary speak for embarrassment. Although she didn't really keep up the blushing girl act for long and instead looked back up, cheeks still flushed but a wicked grin on her face. "I bet you hope earlier was a normal circumstance. And maybe it will be, or maybe it won't. Depends on your actions, mister."

[/color] She whispered teasingly, standing a bit on tip toe to whisper back to him. "Do you now? Well then don't worry. I might take that in to consideration."[/color] But the teasing and flirting (which, surprisingly, Clary was becoming more proficient at) ended the moment the lanky boy approached them to take them to the front of the line. For all that she appeared to be getting over her self confidence issues, she was still the same shy girl she'd been when Dakota had first found her. And part of being that shy girl meant that flirting with ones boyfriend when someone was trying to talk to you was strictly forbidden. Unless of course it was really, really subtle. But that was the last thing on her mind at that moment, seeing as she could feel her boyfriend tense up, and a glance to his face simply confirmed her suspicions. While the shock and slight anger was subtly disguised, it was certainly still there. Although why this kid could arouse anger out of her boyfriend was beyond her. He couldn't be that bad could he? After all, he was helping them get to the front of the line. Still, her brow furrowed ever so slightly with worry as she was dragged up front.

After all, Kota was glaring daggers at the kid. His very expression spelled murder or at the very least dismemberment. The fact that he was clenching his teeth and looked like he was trying to hold back some very nasty words or a punch did little to calm her nerves. Not that she could say anything about it when the kid was right there, that would be downright rude. Besides, he was getting them inside the place and all. And Dakota hadn't, so far, told the kid off or verbally expressed his annoyance. And while part of her felt rather bad about her boyfriend's current mental state, the other part of her couldn't help but be oddly pleased with this turn of events. While the expressions that were currently on her boyfriends face weren't exactly the sort you'd want to see, they were things she'd never seen, and like a man stranded in the desert she drank up every bit of his face that she could see. Every shift in his expression, the way his eyebrows knit or the way his jaw tightened, she seared into her memory. Maybe it was rather.. weird, but blind girls don't really get to appreciate the facial expressions of their boyfriends too often, so this was an extremely rare treat. Not that she was given much more time to study him seeing as they had stepped into the place itself and a cacophony of noise and lots of flashing lights were there to greet them. Blinking once or twice she took a step back from their mysterious guide just as Dakota swooped in front of her and started chewing this "Cooper" boy out. Ashton meanwhile just stood there silently, watching Dakota with an expression that was nigh impossible for her to read. Not that she had any practice, anyway.

"No need to get defensive, Black."[/color] The boy's voice was oddly cool and even for someone who was being threatened by her boyfriend of all people. Not that Kota heard him, seeing as he had stormed off. Clary followed wordlessly, not even bothering to apologize to whats his face, grabbing on to the back of her boyfriends shirt so she wouldn't lose him in the crowd. "Kota, wait. Whats wrong? Who was that?"[/color]

As the couple was absorbed by the crowd, Ashton Cooper turned away, putting his hands in his pockets as he strollled around the dance floor. Glancing toward a large group that entered en mass right behind him( Well, aren't they special. All on the list together, just how long is that list? ) Ashton inwardly groaned as he realized that he would have to go through them to get to the other side of the floor. As he approached he tried to be careful and not bump into anyone, but he accidently bumped a pretty dark haired girl in a flowy blue dress regardless of his precautions. "Oh, excuse me Miss. Didn't mean to."[/color] He said smoothly, taking a swift step back to give her some space. And while he had been planning to just apologize and move on, there was something about her face that was oddly familiar. The round, cherub like features weren't exactly common or anything. But as asking questions about who people were was forbidden, he couldn't really ask for her name. And on the other side of the dance floor, or rather in the thick of it, a tall dark haired woman with the sort of body that some girls would kill for (the looks on their faces supported this conclusion) had the gall to be talking to a boy who was attempting to do the same thing Ashton was trying to do. Find a girl. A very specific one at that. Not that either Ashton or Nathaniel seemed to realize that the girl they were seeking was right in front of them. A fact which Vivelle Grey was taking into account as she gazed at the wolf-boy. So he didn't recognize her then? Well, it was to be expected. He did have the mental capacity of a peach. Although that was a bit generous, a pea would probably be more accurate. .. Well, at least when it comes to some things.[/color] Some things being noticing the girl standing right in front of him, for one.

Shifting a bit where she stood and crossing her arms over her chest, Vivy watched the wolfie with a sort of contemplative look on her face. A barely concealed smirk flickered across her lips when he brushed the back of his hair. A boy that cares about his appearance. Now there is a rarity that probably will not be seen ever again.[/color] Or be seen every day, in Nate's case. "I don't doubt it."[/color] Her voice was the same as always, cool and collected, although missing the sharp edge it usually had. This was, after all, a test. And while she refused to hide her personality entirely, shrouding bits and pieces of it never hurt anyone. Especially not deaf, dumb and blind puppy dogs who couldn't recognize the girl they had (essentially) been stalking for the past few weeks, or months for that matter. Still, for some reason she felt compelled to stay rather than stalk off in a huff. Perhaps it was something in his desperate expression as he searched frantically for a girl who simply would not show up that she found rather endearing. Whatever the reason, Vivelle did not just vanish as Nate hoped she would. And she even smiled a little when she saw the disappointment flare on his face after he looked over another group of chattering females. "Don't worry, I won't tell. Hope you find her. This is probably a test on her part, so, better hope you find her."[/color] Not even bothering to hide the amusement in her voice (she was even smirking a little) Vivelle turned her back on the puppy and sauntered off, back straight and head held high. Although Nathaniel might just notice that she had failed to acknowledge his little wink thing, which always had the power to make girls swoon. With a singular exception of course: Vivelle Grey.

As Vivelle walked across the dance floor she walked past a very attractive blonde girl in a silvery number that accentuated her slender legs. The blonde girl in question, however, did not look too pleased. In fact, Kyla Larsen was down right annoyed. It was technically her own fault, seeing as she'd gotten to the doors a good hour early in order to get in, but she was still rather irked over the fact that Xavier had chosen to go with his friends rather than meet her at the door. Perhaps she was being too touchy ( Clingy more like.[/color] ) about the whole thing, but because of that decision she was going to spend the whole night looking for him. She had told him what she'd be wearing, to try and make sure he'd find her, but given how crowded this place was she was starting to wonder if it had been worth it at all. And the bodies pressing on her from all sides wasn't exactly making Kyla very comfortable. Come on. You're not claustrophobic Kyla, get a grip.[/color] But the constant shoving and elbowing from all sides, the cooky masks and the flashing lights, all proved to be a bit much rather quickly. And just as quickly, the dizziness began to set in. Holding one hand against her head Kyla fought against the throng and finally emerged from the sweaty mob, stumbling forward a little before she got her balance and made her way to the wall. Leaning back against it she closed her eyes, counting to one hundred and attempting to even her breathing. While small spaces weren't one of her big fears, they could have the same effect on her that heights did. Sometimes. Breathe in, and out. Everything is fine. No need to panic.[/color] And she slowly did calm down. Although during this process she completely failed to spot her boyfriend by the door before a throng of people shifted and blocked her view.

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[Emily Black]

Knowing Audrey was something that had become the easiest thing to do over time. The fact that her world consisted mostly of her sister, Audrey, and her 'ambitions' made that especially easy. She only had one sibling to worry about, and she didn't really have all that much she thought on. Sure she was annoyed by the very sight of one miss Harper McNeel, but she didn't grant her the luck of occupying Mara's mind for more than was necessary. Audrey had been the only goal for tonight, not conquests, or new territory, no, that wasn't happening, not this night. Any other night, Mara might go off on her usual errands, but tonight was different. This was her only chance to be a different person with Audrey. It was no surprise that Audrey knew nearly everything about her best friend, after the time they had spent together. They told each other everything, and did so much together. While dysfunctional as seperate people, they actually managed to complete each other quite perfectly. "Yes, let's," she stated, not attempting to be louder than the club, something that would be nearly impossible to do. The music and voices were too loud to do much talking, and the air was thick with sweat, heat, and ecstacy. Dancing had become second nature to her, because after all, Mara Myles never failed to make it to an event, club, or party that had something special going on, or had something of interest for her there. Dancing was her way of leading in the prey, both male and female. And it always worked. She could entice them with the way her body moved, the passion emitting between the two. Like anything else, she made sure dancing was just another way to get what she wanted. There were no objections to being led to the dance floor - she welcomed it. She had the upper hand, the advantage this time though, and she would use it. Just as many times before, her body fell into the motions of the music, and she let herself go to it.

Harper's intentions were to be herself tonight, not the gossip columnist that many in this club would probably literally attack if she revealed who she was. She had one thing on mind - to prove that Ryan was still the person she had been before. She wanted, no needed, to know exactly what had sparked such a drastic change in this girl. ( We're suppose to be together. Dakota said so. He said she was my imprint. Could he have really been wrong? ) No, she didn't want to, and couldn't believe that. Ryanne and her were meant to be. She hadn't realized it immediately that night under the stars, but there had been something there, a spark of light she hadn't felt lunge in her stomach with anyone else before. Not even close. Every time she was around Ryanne or talking to her, even when she was angry and treating Harper like she was some disgusting bug, she still felt the butterflies, the light headed spinning, the burn in her heart. How could she possibly feel that way if Ryanne wasn't her soulmate? Her thoughts fell from her mind as she bumped into a shorter brown-haired girl, one who had just came into the club. She looked annoyed, like she had been waiting forever and didn't really want to be here. "Sorry," she attempted to give her apologies, but the girl didn't look very happy. Harper was honestly just surprised that she hadn't bumped into one or several people sooner. She had probably brushed against a hundred bodies of people by now, but never bumped into them. Alyson drew a deep breath, calming herself quickly before she lost her cool. "It's fine. Just be careful where you are going, okay?" It was more a request than a question or advice, but instead of a rude command, she presented it as helpful advice. It seemed to work as the girl nodded and walked off. Alyson was not a fan of clubbing, or parties. She just didn't understand a hundred bodies rubbing up against each other in a loud, hot oversized room. She preferred the calm nights of going outside, or talking with Casey. Things that were personal, and not so sexual. Alyson hadn't even kissed someone before, so why on earth would she want to rub bodies together yet?

Kyler wasn't trying to have everyone know who he was, but it seemed things were getting to be more complicated than he had planned. He had heard, but chosen to ignore, that Xavier had identified him. He know Xavier would believe the question hadn't been heard, since Kyler had been walking into the club at the time he uttered it, but he had, he had simply decided to let it go. Going off on this big thing with Xavier wasn't important now. He had other things to worry about. Xavier yelling at him or questioning things about his father and the reasons they weren't friends wouldn't help anything. He'd save that for later, or never if he could manage it. He didn't like confrontation, because he was too nice. His other good deed for the night was to make his shy wallflower of a friend, Maddie, to come to the club. He had a feeling she'd come, but when seeing the line (which would probably be a lot shorter now, but still long), she'd also hear the many voices and the loud music in the club. He had a feeling she'd try to leave, but hopefully, if he could make it through this large thick crowd, he could get out there before she could run. It took him some time, but he finally managed to get outside, nodding at the bouncer as he went under the red ropes and stood on the opposite of the little street into the parking lot. ( Anytime Maddie. God, I hope you haven't already given up on the idea. ) He hope she'd get here soon, or that she hadn't already come and gone. He wanted to show her there was nothing to be afraid of - and there wasn't.

Carver had seen more than he wanted to tonight - the dancing, the things that went past dancing, the couples, the drugs, the innocent girls going wild, but none of that was nearly as bad as the things he had seen as he looked into the eyes of many of the people in the club. It was hard to not find a pair of eyes looking into yours everywhere you turned. Unless you kept your eyes on the ground, it was unavoidable, and although Carver had considered (and tried it a few times), it didn't make it easy to find your way through all the people, or keep yourself from flying into someone who didn't see there, and then them confronting you. As much as everyone was on that edge of sexual desire, even more so they were barely swaying between reaching critical mass, and being only agitated. He was scared to mess with people, knowing it would lead to more people getting harmed than necessary to put down the threat. As his thoughts consumed him, and the images kept pressing at his eyes, he did the thing he had feared. He bumped into a lovely blonde-haired girl, seeming lost and like she was looking for someone. She'd be another girl he could charm, spend some time with, and be a little less lonely because of it. He'd never get to tell her things about him, or befriend her, because it was one special date or evening, and then he was gone, never to be seen again. He couldn't risk screwing with the thing he had worked on for so long. "I'm sorry, bumping into such a lovely girl like you. But now that I have, would you care to dance with a guy who is genuinely sorry about it?" he asked, trying to be smooth with the question. His words came a lot less easy with this girl, and avoiding her eyes was becoming hard to do. He knew he'd be lost and his intentions would turn into air if he failed, so he kept his eyes on her hair, memorizing it, admiring it.

Annie wasn't impressed with things right now, and the gnawing feeling inside her stomach was killing her. Why she had ever thought she could manage to go to a club and enjoy herself, was beyond her. She knew better. She was depressed, and nothing would make her happy, well, not much. She knew why she had come here though, to find the drugs she needed to sooth the pain, the dull gnawing feeling. She had to have something to help her. If she couldn't get that, then she'd at least get her something, a pill even to make it all go away. She had been throwing up for days, she assumed from the pain of her own thoughts and emotions, and she needed to stop. The pills she had used to dull the nausea weren't helping anymore. She needed something stronger, something to make it all go away and evaporate from her system. She didn't know how it could, not with the feeling it brought up in her stomach every second, but she knew she had to get anything, try anything to make it work. It didn't take her long before she reached a door on the farthest end from the main doors. She smiled politely as she left Alex and Xavier to their own errands, and while Alex hadn't even noticed she had gone, Xavier smiled back, in his own way that would say 'go ahead, have fun, you need it'. He has brought her along and kept her company in the line only out of sincere devotion to Addie, his best friend, but she didn't mind. It would keep Addie from pressing questions, and if Joshua called, well, she just hoped he wouldn't. Her phone was at home, on silent. She'd have to lie through her teeth to keep from explaining why she didn't answer or call back, but it was worth it. She couldn't take this anymore. She walked in, and at the door, she left Annie Parkes behind. Only the need was left, the hunger for a way out, and it was taking over. At the same time, across the floor of the club was one Melanie, who needed just to let go for a night. The news from the doctor this morning hadn't made her feel any better. "Hey you want a drink? a guy asked her, after she had parted from Sarah who was finishing a conversation with the guys they had met in the line. She wanted to just dance for the whole night and lose who she was, something she didn't do often. She hadn't really been to a club before, and had only been out to a party once, which she had actually not enjoyed at all. She didn't see the harm in a free drink so she took it and drank it quickly before handing the empty cup back to the guy. The guy wasn't planning anything so dangerous, like to rape, her, but he did put something in the drink. The way she felt, it crawled all over her skin, made it heat in a way she didn't understand. The colors all blended and almost formed life right in front of her. It was like a daydream. Melanie had gotten what she wanted, she was losing herself for the night, and as the music took her, as her body moved in ways it hadn't before, she was thankful, and at peace.

Sarah hadn't really made it a habit of going to parties or clubs lately, but the idea of bumping into a certain someone had made the idea that much more appealing. She wasn't sure why she was always letting her mind get ahead of her, but it was becoming a problem. It seemed her mind moved a thousand times faster in one minute than her body could as soon make up for in three days. It was the reason she often shifted to doing so many things instead of one. She never quit things though, well, not usually. The first thing she had ever quit and seemed to do so for good had been alcohol. However, in a room thick of musty bodies and unbearable heat from the sea of bodies, a drink was hard to come by without some hint of alcohol in it, and this was making it that much harder for Sarah and her willpower from waving the commitment free. In only took one slip. She knew this by first hand. She had slipped not three months before, and that one drink in that one night cost her two months of personal rehabilitation (because she could no longer face the groups at rehab). A guy, slurring from the amount of alcohol in his system no doubt, had come up to her and was holding her shoulder like his best friend. His vision must have been messed up as well. "Man, hol' iiisss for meee."

These were the only words he had spoken before stumbling to the bathroom, probably to throw up. She looked down into the cup, and her eyes went big. It was pure hard liquor, in her hand, recently refreshed and filled, and was calling out to her. The anger of this being in her hand, and the need to throw her head back and drink every last drop was busting her willpower and mind into pieces. This was a problem. And then she was bumped into for what seemed like the millionth time that night.. Her mood was heightened making her slightly agitated, but the soft familiar eyes warmed her, flooding her nerves with a calm, cool, rush of what almost felt like water. She looked down to realize that her 'problem' had been taken care of thanks to the large constantly moving crowd. A dancer had fallen into her, pushing her and the stranger nearly together, and the drink had ended up on his shirt (and hers too, but very little). She hadn't noticed she had been pushed until he was closer, and the eyes that haunted and hypnotized her had seemed to move from her view. She gaped at his shirt, now soaked with the drink that had just been tempting her. This stranger had just technically saved her from a problem and herself. However, now there was a new problem. "I am so sorry! I didn...di.." she stopped short, as her eyes met his again. Where had she seen them before? And why was she in a near trance and at a loss for words when she saw them? Hunter practially stared down the girl who had basically crashed into a guy with her drink in between. It wasn't her fault, or it didn't look quite that way, but it still made him stare. Usually his thoughts would go to how attractive her outfit looked on her, or how it might seem like she had done it on purpose as a ploy to get the guy alone and take his clothes off, but right now, Hunter Black wasn't thinking like the Black he was. Not his side anyway. He was use to being like Audrey, trying to live up to the grand abilities she had. He understood better than anyone the goods that Audrey had over all the seeming evils. His minds were drifting to ideas of science, and academics. Most of the kids in his family were smart, or had good grades, even Audrey, but his thing was, he felt like trying for them as a full firm focused goal wasn't living up to his sister's image. Maybe he didn't want to though? He loved her, admired her, and practically (in the most secret way) worshiped the ground she walked on, but did he have to be like her? Would she or anyone else love him any less? No. He knew that. People had hated him before. He wasn't fully aware yet, but was slowly coming to realize, that the person he had wanted to stay away from being, the type that Rachel would never have approved of, was the very one he had become. Hunter Black was currently in a whole other world, fighting the fact that Hunter Black, might not be who he really was.

Xavier had originally planned to come and meet up easily with Kyla. He had obviously mistaken the fact that this night might be flooded with the many high school students desperate to have a night out. Even the fact that she had told him what she'd be wearing and everything, he couldn't find her. He gave up, hoping that maybe he'd find anyone he knew, and she'd find him. He knew that if Addie came, he'd spot her easily, having both spent unlimited amounts of time with her and the fact that Annie had even come along with him, making the visual fresh in his memory. If he couldn't find his girlfriend quickly, he'd stay in one spot and dance with his two best friends. He turned to see Alex talking to another girl. The two original girls had seemingly taken their leave, probably having used the guys to get in. They had done the same of Kyler, as Xavier now knew it was him undoubtedly. It didn't matter. Whatever intentions, pre-planned or instictive, weren't of concern. Alex healed quickly from rejection, although there wasn't any actually healing needed. It was more of a simple leap to some new girl to tickle his fancy. So his idea of dancing with his two best friends was out of the question. Surely Alex would stalk off with this girl, or find another in the next few minutes. Xavier would probably be left alone to wait and fend, or maybe Addie would get there. He was tempted to text Kyla, wondering if it'd be against the rules, and figuring she probably wouldn't hear her phone if she was inside anyway. Maybe she wasn't here though, and hadn't come. He thought of calling again, until he thought he noticed a familiar brunette. He went over, only to find it was someone who simply had similar hair. His thoughts of calling had evaporated by the spark of hope as he had now lost Alex as well. Alex was not far though, talking to some girl he had bumped into. "We did go to high school together didn't we.... becc..?" he attempted to make it seem like he was just in a drunken stupor of forgetfulness, although not drunk or seeming as so. Maybe he was slowly getting there, buzzed, if he had to have a defense. She looked angry and stormed off. Usually girls had enough alcohol in them to assume he did too. He let out a sigh and quickly stalked off to find another girl, or Xavier. Whichever came first. Hopefully the girls. He needed someone to rid him of his memories. And a one night stand seemed just the thing to do it..


[ Finally done! Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy as you all knew, and not feeling well. Yay for muse being intact, right? ]

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[nathaniel takashi yoshida]

you oughta know, tonight is the night to let it go

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[/i][/color] mentality was hindering him more than helping, however, and her cool response didn't even make him so much as bat an eyelash. Nate felt bad, of course, for coming off so rude - but what was he supposed to do otherwise, really? Vivy was out here somewhere, more than likely not bothering to search him out, leaving him to be the chaser as she usually forced him, always fleeing in thinly-veiled disgust in his attempts to charm her. Though every time he felt progress was made she would simply shut down his advances yet again, there had to be some sort of dent in those walls of hers he was constantly trying to tackle down, or at least that was what kept driving the young man forward. His attention - finally - had been diverted from his search as the mysterious girl smiled a very small, slight smile, and he blinked, caught off-guard. He cocked his head to the side in puzzlement, not entirely sure what it was about just a smile that made him stop his focused and frantic thinking straight in its tracks, though also unsure if he could spare the time to try to figure it out in the first place. Her riddle of parting words didn't help, and he turned to watch her walk off into the farther parts of the dance floor. "Uh, bye?"[/color] Nate murmured, mostly to himself, hesitantly, furrowing his eyebrows in his further confusion.

As Nate stood in the middle of the floor, perplexedly holding his hand to his chin as dancers avoided him, either in awareness of who he was or just maybe friendly enough not to say anything, a younger male rounded near and very almost checked his shoulder. "Ashton Cooper,"[/color] Dakota spat out, as if the very name left acid on his tongue he couldn't rid himself of; how dare that stupid boy just waltz in and think he could get himself an in with his assumed 'enemy's' own brother! His teeth locked together and he finally stopped, sure at the moment that he wasn't lingering anywhere nearby, and he turned to face his girlfriend. The stiff set of his shoulders barely relaxed, as did his entire demeanor, though when Dakota had reached for Clary's hand the slight trembling of his form had ceased completely; there was no doubt that if he was still able to shift when out of control, he certainly would have by now. His thumb brushed along a familiar silver band on her ring finger, and his distress had faded into at least one of control. "He's not... making things easy on Aud right now,"[/color] he explained softly, not wanting to divulge his sister's privacy and attempting to get the explanation across to Clary at the same time,"I don't like seeing how - depressed she is, and I hate that boy for exploiting that."[/color] He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss against her lips, and when he had pulled back, the familiar adoring glint in his eyes had returned, troubles forgotten for the moment. "But that's over, and tonight's about you,"[/color] Dakota tilted his head as he smiled, silently daring her to correct him in that statement, "So c'mon, Clary, you didn't get me all dressed up for nothing, did you?"[/color] He winked at the end of his sentence, because as far as the truth went, the girl in front of him really was the only one that was shining tonight in his eyes.

That might have been debatable in another Black sibling's viewpoint, however, as two girls began to draw looks on the floor. There was something oddly reminiscent and simultaneously new about the way the girl was moving, but Audrey had no room to contemplate such as the beats encouraged their bodies closer, leaving her feeling something entirely alien to one of La Push's queen bees. The drum of her heartbeat suddenly seemed so much more alive, like fire, insistent and marking as her eyes fell on her dance partner; she was good, there was no doubt about that, probably one of the best outside of the professional range, and suddenly Audrey burned to know who she was. And baffling enough, it didn't stop at a name: she wanted to know where she came from, why she went up to her first without knowing or even caring who she might have been, wanted to know what was it that was making her thoughts trip over themselves and become lightheaded. This makes no sense,[/color] her head had begun to tell her, and her throat ached to voice it, to somehow throw herself out in the vulnerability of not understanding the link between her and this enigma of a girl, but Audrey forced herself not to. She might not have known it, but Audrey knew who she was, and what that entitled her to be at all times. Audrey Black, and nothing else. So, instead of lowering her defenses or naming out loud the flustering feelings that had begun to whirl out of her control, she arched an eyebrow at the stranger. "Impressive,"[/color] she remarked with the barest of teasing smiles, light and enticing as they usually were to the majority of her conquests, the green light to go and further try to win favor of the junior girl; somehow unlike the other times, she meant the compliment as just that, a compliment, not a dare of a line used tirelessly in countless times before.

There was really no denying the way they danced (then again, they were teenagers, so that might not have said much after all) that the two sophomores probably looked like boyfriend and girlfriend, and somehow Casey Sheppard couldn't find it in himself to care at this point. He knew his might have been the direction Ryan was aiming for, not an outright publicity movement where they'd flaunt each other around, but whispers, whispers that were enough to disguise any others that might have been uttered once or twice before the radical change of the younger girl. He had heard them, of course, but like the friend he was, decided not to comment - it wasn't as if Ryanne would answer him if he did ask, anyway. "Hey,"[/color] he murmured into her ear, not attracting any out of ordinary attention, considering most boys did that to their girlfriends when dancing to get them to hear above the blaring music, anyway, "There's a chocolate cake my sister made waiting for us at my house, so no drinking tonight, okay, Ry?"[/color] Casey was, at the very least, precise and organized about protecting her - there was no way he'd let her have any alcohol tonight either way, house parties were fine, but there were so much more dangers for him to miss in a club literally full with unknown faces. Besides, he didn't need another reason for a darker brunette to be upset with him if he didn't look after their other best friend; with the thought of Alyson in his mind temporarily distracting him, he barely registered Ryan merely lightly rolling her eyes in faux annoyance. "I wish you'd let yourself have some fun, Case,"[/color] she replied simply, making it his turn to tilt his head downwards at her in a raised brow, "But it's fine. I didn't wanna go home tonight anyways. I'll say I'm crashing at Aly's."[/color] Her lips pursed then; her parents, oblivious in all their attention and still conflicting work schedules somehow, hadn't noticed the lack of a certain best friend around the Castillo household. The three best friends that had somehow dwindled to two, with the current pair both not aware that the other was wishing the trio would somehow become complete once more, like how it used to be. In another life. She shook her head just as he pulled her closer, both silently agreeing to forget about it, at least for tonight.

"I could get you on the list... with a favor." The way the bouncer leered at her lecherously made the redhead take a step back as her eyebrows furrowed in obvious misunderstanding. Favor? Like... that green paper stuff?[/color] Parker had seen other humans use it to exchange entry in, though others had done it just by announcing their names, and she had wrongly assumed she could do the same, though apparently from what the older man was insinuating, there was some third way she hadn't observed of yet. "Uhm, sure,"[/color] she agreed uncertainly, and the bouncer had grinned back in full, and she momentarily tried to calculate the amount of germs on his hands as he ushered her forward inside of the club, the hissing of girls and catcalls of boys behind her becoming faint as the loud bass of music took favor of her senses. "I'll be on the far bathroom in five minutes for my favor," he smirked, and she shied herself out of his reach as soon as his hands began to drift lower from her midback. Parker spun and flashed him a white smile, and as he disappeared back to the front to attend to the other teenagers still waiting outside, she blinked and thought about what she could possibly give him. But she didn't even know the fellow's name, much less anything else he'd like as a thank you gift, unless... oh![/color] Parker focused her attention on a random boy, grabbing his hand and simultaneously digging inside her skirt pocket and producing a bright red candy wrapper. "Hey, could you do me a big favor?"[/color] she smiled friendly again, and the boy seemed polite enough to nod his agreement; humans were so nice these days! "In five minutes, could you go down to the bathroom and give the big, tattooed guy this? I'd really appreciate it."[/color] If he looked puzzled, he certainly showed it, but he agreed all the same, and with a quick hug Parker watched him fade into the midst of the crowd in the direction of the bathroom. All humans like candy,[/color] she thought confidently, it was the perfect present.

Parker herself decided then to venture into the crowd, purposely coming behind a still figure in the middle of the floor, poking him hard between his ribs as he wheeled around and stared down at her. "Why aren't you dancing?"[/color] she inquired curiously, a small smirk playing at her lips; humans liked that sort of thing, didn't they? That arrogance that said they knew something you didn't, or that teasing edge that "broke the cement" or whatever phrase it was. "I'm looking for a girl,"[/color] was all he said back, a deep frown etched in his features. At the tilt of her head, Parker shoved him lightly, enough that he stumbled back in surprise. "Well, dork, it's a big place, and you're not gonna do any finding just standing here,"[/color] she spoke matter of factly,"For all you know, you've already seen her."[/color] The man seemed ready to sigh and usher her away, before he froze, brown eyes widening in recognition. Oh... shit.[/color] His head raced back and forth animatedly, comically if you'd ask Parker, and he waved her off as he ran off into the crowd with a surprising amount of speed. "Thanks, kid!"[/color] he smiled an abashed, but grateful smile as he turned and disappeared. Parker shrugged in response.

Humans were so weird.
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APPAREL nate's outfit & mask. parker's outfit & mask. audrey's outfit & mask. dakota's outfit & mask. ryanne's outfit & mask. casey's outfit & mask.
MUSIC down - jay sean<3333
WITH everybody!
SETTING club ice, which is based on this beauty.
NOTES THOSE LITTLE GRAPHICS? took forever.

[Kyla Larsen.]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

As Vivelle walked away from Nate, she barely noticed him say goodbye, the music humming through her veins like the call of a siren. The scent of all the blood, all the life around her, it was intoxicating. Stay in control, Vivelle. We're here for a reason.

[/color] Swaying slightly she came to a stop in a group of the mortals, the base thudding dully like a heartbeat as she tilted her head back, sampling the tastes in the air. So sweet.. but..[/color] The ring seemed to have more unusual properties than she had expected, however, as her burning thirst, her need for blood, was.. considerably dampened. If anything, the thirst was little more than an itch at the back of her throat, the scent of the blood only mildly mouth watering. Certainly new..[/color] And as she swung her head forward and opened her eyes, running her tongue over the inside of her teeth, she discovered that there was no venom leaking into her mouth, no fangs which thirsted for flesh. Perhaps this ring did more than just illusions. Emboldened by her discovery, Vivelle moved into a circle of dancers, moving her body to the beat as she started to lose herself to this newfound mortality. And for once, little miss Vivelle was not as in control as she was usually. Moving her body in ways that were sinful enough to make one of the girls shoot her a nasty look when her date seemed to lose coherent thought, Vivelle started to care less and less about being in control, about behaving. There was a few centuries worth of pent up emotion hiding beneath her porcelain skin, after all. Tonight, all she wanted was to have fun, to forget her rules for one night, one damn night.

Too bad the puppy didn't know that.

While Vivelle was getting "drunk" off her newfound mortality, Clarissa Hale was staring up at her boyfriend, her brown eyes crinkling with worry behind her mask. The name Ashton Cooper only vaguely registered in her mind. Clarissa Hale, after all, was not a girl who was known for knowing everything about school society or its popularity contests. But she had heard about the boy in the girl's bathrooms, or rather she'd heard other girls gossiping about how he was oh so cute while they were touching up on their makeup. Its surprising how many people continue their conversations despite a blind person being there, it was if she was deaf in addition to being blind as hell. When Dakota reached for his hand she took it mutely, placing her free hand on his cheek and running her thumb slowly across it. "I'm sorry babe, I didn't know. If you want, I could probably sick Conner on her."[/color] She grinned hopefully after her attempt at a joke, a bit of a blush rising to her cheeks after he kissed her and traced the band on her finger. "I thought tonight was technically about me being in this dress."[/color] Smiling slyly she drew back, releasing his hand to put her hand on her hip instead. "Well then, aren't you going to ask me to dance, Mister Black?"[/color]

Oh no, he asked me to dance.[/color]

Staring at the strange boy who had bumped into her, who was now attempting to smooth it over by hitting on her, Kyla found herself at a loss for excuses. And to refuse a polite offer without good reason was tantamount to a social faux pas. "I-.."[/color] She started, then stopped, finding it surprisingly hard to string together an adequate refusal. Why was this so hard? She had been capable of graciously refusing boys for years at everything from school dances to parties after weddings to her parents weird corporate family holiday whatevers. Breathe Kyla. Breathe. Just tell him you have a boyfriend and you're looking for someone. Your boyfriend! damn it, what is wrong with me.[/color] "I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. Its really very nice of you to offer, but you see I'm trying to find my boyfriend, and I don't think he would like it if he found me dancing with someone else."[/color] At least her wits were intact enough to keep her voice kind and polite, ever so sweet and collected, as if she hadn't just had a mental blank out. But it wasn't her fault, being knocked to the side had unsettled her. ( So did he.[/color] ) Smiling up at the stranger, she attempted to smooth out the situation just the tiniest bit more. "And don't worry about bumping into me, really. It's quite alright, this place is crowded and all."[/color] Crowded enough and loud enough to render Kyla's cellphone useless, even though it was in the small purse she had in one hand with volume on full, as she waited for a call that wasn't coming that night.

The stench of hard liquor reached Ashton's nose as the pretty girl he had bumped into spilled her drink all over his shirt. Not that he cared too much, it was just a shirt, and he didn't really want to be here anyway. Maybe this would be an excuse to.. no, he had to stay. It was his duty. Or whatever. He blinked at the girl as she attempted to stammer an apology, opening his mouth to brush it off, although the words died on his tongue when his eyes met hers. As if he was dumb founded he stood there silently, his mouth closing after a moment as she stared at her. He couldn't help it. Those eyes, they were so familiar. So.. knowing. The sort of eyes that normally terrified him, because they could see through him. So instead of asking her if she was alright or telling her that it was fine, he didn't care and she didn't need to apologize, he said something else instead. "Do I know you?"[/color] he blurted without thinking, temporarily forgetting the strict rules governing this event as he gazed searchingly at her face, his masks temporarily slipping and revealing a creased brow, caused by a puzzle which he just couldn't solve. Until he snapped back to normal and caught himself anyway, his brow smoothing instantly as an easy going smile spread across his face. "Sorry, didn't mean to put you on the spot. Rules and stuff, right? Look, don't worry about the drink. It's really no problem."[/color] Although once again, he said something and it felt like his mouth was moving without his consent. As if there was another him under his skin who wanted out. "Although, do you want to dance?"[/color]

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Apparel[/color][/font] Apparel: Kyla, Clary, Vivy, Ash. Masks: Kyla, Clary, Vivy, Ashton
Music[/font] We are Golden - Mika
Tagged[/font] Kota, Nathan, Sarah, and Carver. Also technically Xavier I guess?
Notes[/font] I cut mine down to one paragraph per char, cause this thread is going suuuper slow and I think its supposed to be fast paced? I'm also tired, so this isn't my best but at least its a reply SO WHATEVER SHEESH. xD

[madeline juliet prescott.]

She needed this. Over and over she told herself that she needed this, tugging on her shirt and paying with her mask like some nervous teenager. She needed to go to the club, and as she stepped into the long line of people, she sighed loudly and took a deep breath, continuing her endless rhythm of telling herself that she needed this. She had promised herself she would dance again, and if the first step toward that was to walk into a club full of sweaty teenagers and sluts, then fine, she could handle that. But no, Adalae Parkes would not walk away now, not when she had already taken her place in line. Granted, it was a line full of mainly loud and obnoxious teenagers, at least from her point of view, but slowly but surely she'd get into the club. And as she continued to tell herself just that, farther up ahead in line, two of the teenagers she was stereotyping as loud and obnoxious were chattering away - bickering, quite frankly.

A brunette boy and a blond girl - no one would have guessed the bickering pair were brother and sister, even if the girl was adopted. But Leigh Adams and Kody Alexander were often caught bickering, although it wasn't bickering so much on Leigh's part as playful, clueless teasing. She barely knew what teasing was, let alone how to really do it, but somehow she managed to when it came to her older, protective, adoptive brother. "So how much longer?" the younger girl whined, rocking back on her heels in boredom, full of energy. She tugged at her mask and her brother swatted her hand away. "I told you not to play with it," he sighed, exasperated already - they weren't even inside yet. "And however much longer it takes, Leigh, there's lots of other people here." At this Leighton pulled a face and stuck her tongue out. "You're no fun," she told him. Kody couldn't help but laugh in spite of himself. "I bring you to a club and I'm no fun? Leigh, you're insane."

Leigh Adams might not have been insane, but that was certainly what Maddie was thinking about herself as she walked up the sidewalk towards the club, arms wrapped around her uneasy stomach as though it was going to make a difference. She couldn't believe she'd actually agreed to do this, but she hadn't actually said she would go in. She'd told Kyler she'd see, and what she was seeing right now was an insanely long line that only gave her a rough idea of how many more people would be inside. Maddie couldn't do this. That was too many people, who could bump into her and spark half of her fears. No, she couldn't. Kyler would get it. It wasn't Maddie's fault that there were too many people for her to handle. Side-stepping the line, she walked past it, heading back down the sidewalk into the parking lot, pushing her mask onto her forehead as she went. Unfortunately, she walked right past the one person who would drag her inside, and while she was completely oblivious to him, well, she probably wasn't going to go unnoticed by Kyler. After all, she was basically running away.

Brooke Mandell, on the other hand, who was close on Maddie's heels, was skipping the line for a different reason. This club was her stress reliever, and her name was on a certain handy list that the bouncer had up front. Ignoring the protests of the teenagers currently waiting at the front of the line, she didn't lift her mask but simply stated her name, and ignored the many groans and protests as she stepped into the club. The beat was inviting, the pulsing music the best thing she could have right now. With most of her worries left at home, she ignored the ones settling in her mind, and wove her way through the crowd, in search of a good time. And hell, she was definitely going to find it. Tonight was a night for her, no half-siblings or parents or even her baby girl. No, Brookie was taking a well-deserved me-time night, even if, well, her me-time wasn't exactly the best kind.

Outfits: Adalae, Kody, Leigh, Madeline, Brooke
Masks: Adalae, Kody, Leigh, Madeline, Brooke
[ooc: total crap. but i finally posted! =) ta-da!]