The Hunter and the Rave

Mark Cross (Myriad)
: -=- He blinked a few more times down at his hands. His fingers grasping tightly to a beaten, and tattered flier.. SLAMMIN' RAVE or something like that. Whatever it was .. it was promising.. better than going to The Mall again... and again. Though he still failed to beat that blasted Resident Evil 6 game. Sighing as he walked towards the entrance. It looked like an old tattered building from the outside. But the throbbing music, the plethora of people moving told him other wise. The lights and multi-colored lasers told him.. this would be the /master/ of all Raves. He blinked tilting his head a bit then leaning over to talk to Aeina, though the music even out here was at a near deafening level. -=- You sure ya wanna come? -=- He said thought the question was daft, they were already here. No turning back now. Seeing a few people with piercings in places he didn't even knew had SKIN.. blinking seeing drugs, alcohol, and well the typical rave crowd. Folding the paper back in his pocket before scrambling towards the door. The music the beat, the everything, just like back in Cali. Looking over at a few kids smoking pot, half tempted to wander over there himself, but holding back. For Aeina's sake. Pausing.. looking at her and smiling broadly -=- This is it, the point of no return.. -=- Hiding his Cali. accent he was notorious for, perfectly. And flicking his eyes back to the scene within.. -=-

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
**Moving subconsciously to the beat, he swiped his hands over the turntables and numerous buttons, holding the phones close to his ears to get the best effect out of the crowd. button Looking up he saw the strobe lights and the neon beams slice over the crowd, only catching an occasional glimpse of a full body. The only clear light seemed to shine overhead, pointing down at his set as he flipped the discs and pushed the volume up a notch, carefully emanating a few light beams from his fingers to give the crowd what they liked in his shows**

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*she had only arrived in town the night before... on a holiday from her home in Paris... almost immediately she had seen the advertisements... after a sleep.. with her bike she didn't suffer from jet-lag... she was ready... she grabbed her clothes... slipped on her jacket... a jacket covered by badges... there was the badge of the gang in Perivale... there was her badge of authority from the IMC.. and her badge of office for a soldier against the Daleks in the Dalek wars.. faaaar into the future.. and that special badge... that original Communist badge... not that she WAS a Communist.. far from it... but she'd been given a badge by one who thought she deserved it... at the time when her mentor had broken her trust.. told Fenric that she was nothing... worthless... and he had never truly regained her trust... now she was dressed... she went down to the hotel parking... checked her bike was safe... grabbed her satchel... and slipped off*

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she shrugs slightly a rather nervous smile on her lips* I don't see... *she blinks as a overly tattooed and pierced man walks past* why not... *she leans closer to him, lowering her voice as much as the volume would allow* Why do people do that?? *she realizes right then and there she's locked herself away for /way/ to long.*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
* heel on cold stone announced her entrance. the doors ahead were viewed as just another challenge, like anything in her life that stood in her way, they would be cast down. Pausing on the street, she glanced about, a frown darkening her features as she took a drag from her cigarette. the neighborhood left little to be desired. everywhere, dilapidated buildings hunched over against the neon backdrop of the city, as towering raptors of hulking steel rose up and threatened to devour. this.. the hive of urban sophisticate, a testament to capitalism. it was surreal.. a cliché.. the bad side of town... the good little rich girl. t was stuff a drive in flick was made of, save James Dean was nowhere to be found. mommy and daddy wouldn't be pleased she ditched out to head here.. obviously the wrong side of the tracks. ahead the music throbbed, a virtual disco-tech, a riot of vivid colors spinning from within a pinwheel of light. squinting her eyes as she glanced ahead.. the glasses shielding her vision, darkening an already pitch black street.. the sickly yellow light of the streetlamp washing her face in it's ghostly glow. She snorted against the air, it reeked of piss and smog. exhaling a thin plume of smoke, her cigarette quickly crunched beneath a boot heel and she moved ahead, clutching the flier in her hand, muttering softly. 'this is it..' sighing softly, she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses, stepping up and through the portal, pausing in the weathered doorframe to survey the gathering. the music throbbed with bass, the place looking like the inside of a lava lamp, the way light spilled across the walls and floors, cages suspended, platforms unfolding.. the air was charged with electricity and sex. she took it all in as a faint smile danced across her lips, tossing back her dark hair over her shoulder. she was framed in the doorframe like a Bodicelli or Mona Lisa, beauty to rival Eve's, save her eyes.. always shielded by those smoky lenses. she offered an alluring smile, her lips stained plum wine, full like rosebuds and sucked under as if they strove to kiss themselves. those lips could bring life to death and put any Rosetti girl to shame. Her dress was understated but en vogue: a men's French cuff, buttoned at the precipice of full breasts, a pinstripe skirt clinging to viperous curves and slit up the thigh: she was no demure girl. Adjusting her ample bosom, she whispered again to herself, stepping down and into the room. 'alright girls.. do your thing..' ..and so she stepped in.. the MANTRAP has entered the building.

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
WIND -=- He shrugged, not saying too much about the pot or drugs, or piercings.. his hand unconsciously moving to his ear where a small diamond stud hung from it. Clad in the raver gear, A shiny silver clingy top, a jean vest with neon's and more metallics. His pants were thin Adidas parachute pants as he called them. His hair sprinkled with glitter, he knew this crowd too well. He found himself here too many times before. Raising his voice as the music was notched up some, nearly yelling as he moved closer to her, near touching. Moving though the crowd after paying the twenty dollar admit. fee. Well 40 with both of them. He beamed at the lights, the literal SEA of bodies moving slowly and fast with the tempo. Again nearly yelling -=- DAMN that kid kicks... -=- Though not seeing the DJ over the crowd, that seemed packed tighter than they should have been. Taking her hand in his , proving she did not pull away, and stared moving though the crowd, closer to the speakers. Already on the old concrete floor he could /feel/ the beat even though the thick Adidas ones he was wearing. His body bouncing lightly with the beat, trying to lead her further into the crowd.. -=-

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she bites her lip nearly clutching his hand as he moves. She already felt out of place here, a part of her thinking that she was just way to old for this kind of thing, or maybe if was just that she was way to reserved. Still, she'd wanted to get out of the lair, and this seemed as good a way as any... she only hopes she's not wrong about that.*

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
-=- And he nearly mowed over the 'Man Trap', still attempting to clutch Aeina's wrist. Blinking and standing back, yelling over the noise and the pure chaos. -=- M'SORIEE! -=- His body still moving, his mind not on her apparent allure... but the situation, the wonderful beat the intoxicating smell of sweat, sex, and people. He nearly beamed, trying to say Sorry again, before a person pressed between him an her. Nearly losing her in his thoughts, turning back to say something to AEINA, which was too lost in the music. He blinked back and shrugged, politely.. he didn't even waste his breath to shout a loud ' Watch where I am going' .. -=-

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*and.. here she was... impressive... though not as good as some of the places back in Paris.. but still... not bad at all... luckily she'd still had some money from her last American visit... she'd have to see what she could do to get her gun in though.... she was never anywhere without her gun... he wouldn't find her knives that was certain.... she strolled forward... a playful smile on her lips... her gun had been well hidden.. but if he searched her... but she played the innocent so well... she leaned on him slightly... a soft whisper* You don't think *I* could be carrying weapons do you? *the trick worked... she slipped inside.. flicking the note towards him to enter... she flicked the hair out of her eyes... placed her hands in her pockets... and entered... Ace was here... now to see how it stood up to the many similar types of places she had been to*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
Myriad: knocked back, an assault by the unknown man, merely a victim of standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. 'WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!' she turned and shouted angrily.. carried swiftly away by a current of gyrating bodies in this river of people.. tossing a second glance at him, glaring beneath the blackened lenses as she muttered beneath her breath 'jerk off.' shaking her head, she turned then and pushed her way through the people, searching for the bar. she needed a stiff one...

MYRIAD (Mark Cross) ~RUNner~
WIND -=- He clutches her hand tighter, finally coming to the realisation it would be a WHILE before they could cram any nearer to the throbbing speakers or the DJ. He instead turned to her, the light making a continuous sweep over them, nodding his head as he started moving. After all that is what you did at a rave, you moved, danced, and completely lost control and let the music fill your every pore. His other hand slipping to his pocket, retrieving a smoke, and lighting it in a single swift motion. Letting it dangle helplessly as he started to move again, facing her, both brows raised in a mischievous sort of way. His had fell from hers, and moved over her body, though not touching /any/ of it. Clicking his hips to the beat, flicking his hair, raising his hands, turning. He was a decent dancer.. and he smiled broadly. Missing the fact she may feel uncomfortable in a place like this. he was bent on just having a hellova time.. -=- GREAT MUSIC! -=- He managed over the changing tones and tenors of the lapping music. Surely Whitefyre would sacrifice them both if she had known they decided to hop outta the Lair, and down to the Rave.. of all places.. with the increased HUNTER Activity.. -=-

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
**Lowering the volume some amount, keeping the mix flowing, but quiet enough to change sets, he begins to talk to the crowd** How's everybody feelin' out there???!!!! **A positive holler shot back at him** You'all havin' a good time????!!!! **Another yell flies from the group** Good, that's what I like to hear!!!! You guys are great, but can't we get some noise in here????!!!! **Whoops, hollers, and whistles make there way to him as he closes his eyes, nods, and raises his arms as if to say 'more'. Vocals flying, He sets into the next mix** We Got a long night, and Sonic's here to make it the best!!!!

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
-=- He simply blinked back at the 'man trap' Scowling softly.. he had been NICE too the beeoch. He finally allowed her to wander completely from his mind, as the music enveloped him even more. She was lost among the crowd again, the pulsing and hot crowd. People smacked into him as he them.. it was a natural part of a rave.. it should have at least been expected. his eyes Wandered towards the entrance periodically, making sure a Steroid pumped freak didn't pop up from GUARD.. Almost regretful Geoff couldn't make it.. but no doubt he was again 'Busy' With Yndia... -=-

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*well.. it was packed... that much was true at least... her eyes moving over the crowd... moving swiftly for the bar for now.. she needed a drink first... before she started to mingle... introduce herself to the barman.. it was always important to know the people like that in these joints... after all... if he seemed trustworthy he might hold her gun... especially if he was also scared of her... she grabs a drink... then her eyes turn to watch the massive crowd* Been a while... *muttered*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
SONIC: she turned then, hearing the song die out, replaced by the voice.. elbows propped upon the bar languidly.. watching the mix master spin this symphony from the DJ booth, a faint smile dancing across her lips as she watched the crowd react to him. he was good, that much was evident. this rave held promise. her gaze lingered upon him.. through her smoky shields she admired his look.. the classic raver, glam, glitter and muscle. tongue darting forth to wet her lips, a thought struck her and she rose from her spot, weeding her way through the crowd and approaching the nest he sat in, approaching with a slow stride, hips swaying pendulantly, she stepped up and draped her arms over the booth calling out. 'hey you..'

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she bites her lip as he stops. Ah yes, and here was the trick... dancing... something she's completely unfamiliar with. She does try though, watching his movements, raising a brow at a few, but trying to mimic him a bit, hoping she doesn't look too much a fool. She looks around suddenly and realizes that, no one would really notice if she /did/, that alone making her relax some.*

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*and she stood up... weaving her way into the mess... obviously an expert at this kind of thing... bumped less than most... but always noticed... a harsh laugh now and then as the people believed they noted a Communist... and were not shy about calling her down... but her ears were blocked to the calls of 'Commie'... every now and then the lights caught the reflection off one of her badges... her jacket showed the badges on the inside for a moment... and it looked similar to the badge of a security officer... except different.. made from different materials.. made from materials not yet discovered on this planet.. in this century... some believed she a faker... others thought she was insane... one or two even believed she was from a top-secret military organization... perhaps even UNIT for those who had heard of it..*

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
WIND/SONIC -=- He blinked for a moment, standing absolutely still. He recognized that voice. He turned his head peering though the cheering crowd.. then blinking again.. Nearly pointing, his mouth agape. A hand wandering towards Aeina, as he waved for her. His voice was lost this time in his throat, not the music.. He leaned forward.. -=- DUDE I KNOW HIM! -=- He Leaned nearer to her, still being bumped by the swarm f bodies around them.. -=- That dude... he's.. I dunno. But he made a WHOLE crowd disappear from The Mall... And -=- His voice was again lost in the tempo of the mix, He snatched her arm, his eyes locked intently on Sonic.. Turning back to her, too naive to even remotely conceive she might not be enjoying herself. -=- Come on! -=- He shoved a few people out of his way, still trying to clutch her hand, trying more than ever to get near the stage.. where a group of fans were cheering... even louder than some of the music. His body still managed to sway a bit with the beat, though it was fading from his mind... the only thought.. GUARD generally don't DJ Raves..... -=-

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
WINDRAZOR: a cursory glance.. no more. she was with -him-, the douche who mowed her over. a delicate kohl brow arched, eyes dancing with amusement behind her glasses a she clicked her tongue, shaking her head as mischievous laughter passed her painted lips, sneering quite cattily. 'no rhythm... and honey.. if that outfit what as any shorter you'd need a second hairdo.. puhlease..' rolling her eyes, she turned away then.

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
MEDUSA: **Holding tighter to the phones, Hearing nothing except his improve, he spins in a dance for a moment before reaching down to get his drink, takes a sip and presses a few more buttons

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she blinks, caught off guard as he pulls her with him, not that she'd have fought in the first place. She tries to yell back.* You're /sure/??? *looking at the DJ and then him curiously*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
SONIC: shaking her head, she sighs softly and frowns, reaching over on tip toe to tap his shoulder abruptly and nod, her voice raising over the music as she strained. 'I SAID... HEY YOU!'

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
**Pearing down at MEDUSA, he smiles and takes off his phones and leans down over the table** Hey there. How can I help you?

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Daphne: *she doesn't pay the woman much notice, doesn't hear her even, not that she'd give much attention to what was said anyway.*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
AUTMN: she giggles coyly, an alluring smile snaking it's way across her rouge lips. 'hi yourself. I was umm.. wondering. Do you.. take.. requests?' titling her head, she leaned closer, straining to bring her face within inches of his.

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*indeed... as she squeezed through the crowd... all that stopped her from being attacked for being Communist... was the fiery glint in her eyes... they'd seen that sort of glint before... first time on a woman true.. but still... she looked dangerous... then her eyes caught someone up front... someone she knew... and she swore... she'd gotten the better of him last time... and was sure she'd never see him again... but if he said anything... her weapon would be discovered.. but she shrugs.. and strolled nonchalantly towards the front..*

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
WIND -=- He simply Nodded his accent returning when he wasn't paying careful attention to it-=- Dude member I told you about the mall? -=- Nearly screeching, He was sure he had, or something -=- Well I mean he was totally Bummin' on my day I shite you not Aeina.. dude, I KNOW it's him.. he's.. -=- nearly gaping, and meandering though the crowd, passing beside ACE, giving her no notice. She was just another face lost in the sea of faces. He then nearly shoved his way to the stage, to the jeers of a few teens. He stood there staring intently at the DJ. The beat faded in and out of another one.. as he stood there, nearly waiting to be noticed by SONIC... He still clutched Aeina's hand. Gods if he lost her the chance of FINDING her again was.. next to nil. He Completely ignored the wench that was talking to them.. the hoe bag had her chance and blew it. He tried waving a hand near the stage knowing he would not be noticed.. if anything.. Trying to shout, but drowned out by the loudest of noises from the pulsing speakers only a few feet away. His ears began to ring slightly as he tried again to no avail. He didn't even bother to watch the entrance of the rave, or he might have seen something a tad... interesting there too.. He Sighed looking back at AEINA mouthing the words 'it's HIM!' Before nearly dragging her to be pressed against the stage with him. The kid was /good/ he gave him that .. if anything.. -=-

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
MEDUSA: *Nods* Hey, anything to make a one feel better at one of my shows. What do'ya have in mind.

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she lets out a squawk that's drowned in the music as it thunders around her. She doesn't let go of his hand a moment, not wanted to get separated from him a moment, she felt awkward enough as it was. She looks at him curiously though as she's pressed against the stage.* You're /sure/? *though she speaks, she's sure he can't hear her as she looks up at him, fighting the urge to cover her ears a moment.*

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
*she suppressed a grimace as she approached... that's why she'd bought her own club... the music in this century... whilst it was good... there was some great music in the future that didn't exist... oh sure.. some of the groups from this century were still heard.... usually those groups that were considered as great during this century... and not too long after they broke up.... but still... she gave a slight chuckle... remembering the Doctors preoccupation with the Beatles... he'd always liked them for some reason... and she remembered saving Lennon’s life once.... but she shrugged.. she'd never particularly liked them... but then she was an 80s girl... and a 24th century girl..*

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
ACE: it was then.. when she had retreated to the bar to sit, did she notice her.. a coal brow arched. she studied her carefully a moment before snickering in amusement. the woman was definitely a fish out of water. 'OK.. that's just not right. last time I checked this WASN'T an episode of Charlie's Angel's.' mumbling under her breath, she nodded to her from the bar and disguised her amusement with a smile, turning then to the tender to engage in a playful bout of flirting.. she still needed that stiff one.

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
*Straightens up, watching her in her steps, the only thing able to come from his mouth is a simple* Whoa, cool *hearing the music die, he quickly makes his way back to the table, setting down the note, to flip to the next track, while looking up to see how things are on the floor. Below he notices a faded outline of a body staring up at his, maybe even waving*

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
WIND -=- OF COURSE he was sure, the kid was one of the top 15 on his cool new kids at the arcade list. He /knew/ who else could it be? He didn't hear her words though, instead still waving to Sonic, then glaring at the Beooch who held his attention. Yelling then VERY loudly -=- HEY Hoe, go and like sell your raunchy ass somewhere else My BRO here ain't interested in yer crusted hole... Beoochh.. -=- He swore, not even sure is MEDUSA heard it all, then frantically waving his hands again.. SURE now he couldn't be GUARD.. if he was anything at all... Holding Aeina tight, His hand then Slipping up her arm then finally around her waist, innocently, as so she would not get ripped away by the ravenous crowd. HE beamed at Sonic.. He hadda be a RUNner.. he thought over and over. Even his thoughts seemed muted though the beat.. He hadda Be NO GUARD was a DJ... god they are all too boring, and shite. Totally outta sync with the real world.. -=- YO M'BRO.. NEW KID! -=- he shouted, then cupping one hand over his mouth to amplify his words -=- Kickin' Mix Dude!!!

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
SONIC: 'oh darlin'.. i'm feelin' hella good right now..' a wink, though it was scarce seen beneath the tented lenses that shielded her eyes. '..but you just might be able to make it better. what about...' she pauses in thought, chewing upon her lip before turning back and nodding. 'Lords of Acid.. Cyber Queen..' giggling, she leaned closer and brushes her lips to his cheek, slipping a note into his hands before turning and strutting away with a bounce to her step, a swing to her hip. she glanced back but only once and waved.. moving back to the bar to perch.. waiting for him to read it.

Dorothy McShane (Ace)
Medusa: *she ignored the woman... she knew her amusement.... /however/... she also knew that she more fit in here than most... without further ado... she proceeded onwards.. hiding a smirk at the woman... if she knew.... if she only knew...*

BLACKDAGGER (Hunter)
~*~ A riveting beat, a chaotic situation, His eyes flickered at the Bouncer, and paid the petty Fee. His ears ringing his com off. As if it would have done ANY good in a place like this. His eyes narrowed, picking a few faces out of a crowd, but disregarding them quickly. He stood there looking at the DJ. Standing a very tall 6'4' And watching. Nothing unusual there. Not recognizing Mark or Aeina, the glitter and lights masked them in the illusion of the typical fans. The crowd cheered, the music deafening, as he stood there. He was sent.. for one. Code named Medusa.. or something like that. It should not be Too hard. Flipping on a set of thin shades, and withdrawing a small scanner from his pocket… And bleeping on the switch. A green grid, several red moving spots of all the people. They grew and shrank, before .. he blinked.. 4 yellow ones popped up. FOUR.. 2 unidentified, the other Myriad, a class g, and Medusa a class S.. He smirked, and slid the device in his pocket. HOW convenient, all at the front too. He Slid, his huge looming frame though the sea of teens, again raking his hands across one who looked as if passed out on the table. Then His power shot out, taking, raping the life force out of the kid. Though it was weak, the damned brat was half dead already. But more than enough to bring down a bunch of pathetic RUNners.. The effect, was gentle this time. An innocent life for a greater good, as he say it. Though he highly doubted the teen was Innocent. Sliding near the bar, along the teens who didn't even notice their peer, dead. His eyes sunken in to a ghastly state, and barely noticed how he glowed... from the power he just sucked form the unfortunate bystander.. -=-

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
AUTUMN she continued to watch him from the bar, tossing a scowl to MYRIAD in passing. 'what the fuck ever. must be hard to breath with your head up your ass..' she smirked at him and turned them, flipping the finger before moving to her seat again.

Autumn Kai (Sonic)
*Looking down at the frantic figure* Hey! MARK, right? Havin' a good time are ya? Here! *Tosses him some glowing face paint* For your lady friend. *pointing at WIND* She seems a little out of touch.

WINDRAZOR (Aenia Rindes)
Mark: *she blinks, tensing only slightly as his arm moves about her. She sighs softly realizing that she should have just stayed at the lair, was so much... safer there for her then here. She watches the interaction between himself and Sonic, though unable to hear a word that's being said. She simply blinks in confusion.*

MYRIAD (Mark Cross)
WIND -=- He points to her mentioning that she was really a bitching babe, or something like that to Sonic, still more oblivious of her boredom.. -=-

MEDUSA (Daphne Claiborne)
BLACKDAGGER: 'spit or swallow? I guess you’ll have to find out..' laughing wickedly, she was engrossed in her flirting, cajoling a Screwdriver and a Jello shot from the smitten bartender, he turned and lumbered off to fetch her order and triumphantly, she spun about on the barstool, swinging her legs about, crossed at the ankle as she watched the room with a Cheshire grin. she glanced over but once, simple as that and nothing more, noting the man who sat now at the bar.. and she paid him not a thought more.