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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Sat Oct 06, 2012 11:11 pm

(Alright, lets get this thing on the road. Remember its New Years eve, so the whole city's celebrating. We don't all have to be at the same party, feel free to make your own. Lets try and keep OOC to a minimum. We have PMs and a Chatbox, so lets use 'em. Have at it and have fun!)

Panting lightly, Taylor climbed down from the suspended cage, her performance at an end. She exchanged brief hellos with the woman taking her place in the cage before slipping away to freshen up. The dressing room in the back was crowded. With it being one of the busiest nights of the year, no one had the luxury of not working. The chorus of voices chatter over petty complaints and the latest gossip of who-fucked-who. Sliding up to share a mirror she nodded to the barely legal girl next to her. The girl was new, she didn't recognize her face.

“Crazy out there tonight, kiddo. You danced before?”

Timid, the response came as shaking hands applied cosmetics. “Only once.”

“Bastard puts everyone through the grinder their first week.” She quickly pulled her top back on, adjusting the leather with a few deft tugs. “You’ll survive.”

The timid girl nodded slowly. “Thanks…” She waved a hesitant farewell before leaving for whatever stage she was scheduled for.

She’s gonna get eaten alive. Taylor cast a quick glance over her reflection to make sure none of her makeup had run during the course of her performance. Satisfied with the state of her appearance, she made left the mirror, her place quickly filled by two more bodies. Weaving through the packed room was a simple task compared to what awaited her out on the floor of the club. In the break between her turns on the stage she was to walk the floor and mingle--get people to buy more drinks and party harder.

Industrial music blared from speakers throughout the club, welcoming her back to the floor. She cast a glance over the throng before diving in and making towards the tables set along the walls. Let’s go make some money.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Sat Oct 06, 2012 11:24 pm

Just another set of walls.
The only difference here was that - in some blatantly ironic way - there were fewer people inside here.
The alcohol softened the music to a dull thump and blurred the floor until the writing mass of dancers became little more than a shimmer like that of a desert mirage.

So here he was, Donald Johansson (Don or Johan, depending on who you were), sitting alone on New Years Eve, just vaguely surprised he had made it another year. It had been three since his wife died.
Tragic story. The slum life had finally broken her and in the midst of a heroin bout (an addiction she had hidden from Donald well, or perhaps he was too self-absorbed to notice it) she had hung herself.

It wasn't to say there were no occasions or milestones worth celebrating. Donald had spent another year resisting the urge to turn to the drugs and perhaps the more inviting urge to do away with himself much the same way his wife had done.
Work kept him occupied enough. At least there he could keep his head down and hide his perpetual grimace behind a welders mask. There were only so many working hours in the day though and they refused to pay him overtime.

He wondered how many of the dancers cages he had welded together, while they were still just a ticket on an assembly line. If one of them collapsed and sent a girl to her death, would it be his fault?
Would he even care?
He supposed it would have to just happen before he found out, though his humanity (that secret garden tucked neatly into his heart) dearly wished it wouldn't.
He had finished off his fifth bourbon, but he didn't feel tired or even remotely dizzy.
He could barely tell anymore.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Sun Oct 07, 2012 2:28 am

She scoped out any likely targets before her gaze settled on a man sitting alone. Poor bastard. Even in the crowded place he managed to give off an air of melancholy. New Years wasn’t a happy holiday for everyone. There were plenty of other girls flitting about the fuller tables at the moment--they seemed to prefer the livelier, happier ones to the lone man’s somber solitude. “Bitches.” She muttered before approaching the table.

She leaned over it, tapping a finger on the surface of the table and waited for him to notice her presence. “Shame to see a man alone on a night like this. Mind if I?”

She let the question hang in the air; free of expectation. If he turned her away, it'd be no skin off her back. If he took her offer, well, it'd be a nice reprieve from the chaos of the crowd.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Sun Oct 07, 2012 6:27 am

Lexington shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool, palming his empty beer bottle for the umpteenth time. "Dont know why you came with us." Darla said. Darla was his boss for five years and counting. She was a hardy looking woman, thickly muscled in her fourties with sharp features and a tower of spiky locks jutting out top. The dragon tattoos all along her face and body can be a little off putting, at first anyway.

"'S always like this. I bring you to the club and you pussy out and never go for any girls." She grunted, sipping her beer, her newest partner gently kissing her neck. "Can't dance" Lex grunts, turning the bottle over in his hands. It was a weak, and familiar, excuse and one that the two had practiced far too often for either of them to count. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Darla's newest partner, (Cindy or something like that. Lex couldn't be bothered to remember a name that he probably wont see again after two months) slides over from the dance floor, gently biting the older woman's neck, dragging her off to who knows where.

Lexington just sighs, ordering another beer as his boss (who swore would pay for this lovely night out) is dragged off by her lover, possibly to celebrate the new year in a more....traditional manner. The temptation to pay and leave the bar right now is great, Lex most of the time hated crowded places, but he was feeling bored and opted to people watch instead. "Old dude across the bar looks 'bout ready to blow his brains out his nose" he thought as Taylor approached the man.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:07 am

((Is it okay if I post now, or is there a specific order to do so? -still gonna post, just in case-))

The young woman took one last look beyond the big metal container next to her to make sure no one would make their way into the alley. She pressed her body further against the rusty pipe on the wall behind her, feeling the heat coming from it. Her shorts and stockings were stripped down to her ankles as she crouched in the darkness, waiting for her body to be done with its daily needs. The cold of the New Year's Eve night cut through her skin and seeped into her bones but she refused to tremble. She was already used to it. The smell of her own were feces cleverly disguised and mixed with the stench coming from the pile of trash in the container. She couldn't remember when was the last time the truck came around these streets to pick up everyone's trash, but it's not like she minded that much. After all, containers like these were her only source of food lately.

She took of her hat to reveal an extremely messy and tangled bundle of hair underneath. With dark, dirt-filled nails she scratched the back of her head, her face contorting in annoyance. When she retrieved her hand she found a few lice moving and struggling in the filth of her nails, ones bigger than others. She did what she knew how to do best and brought her fingers into her mouth, her teeth digging into the space between the cartilage of her nails and her fingertips. She felt the little plagues try to escape their fate by climbing further into her mouth. She bit down the little animals, hearing the little 'pop' that served as confirmation of their death.

Once she looked inside her had she noticed more of the little animals, which she promptly caught and squeezed and killed. She'd have to get a bath sooner or later, she thought. She focused so much into killing the lice that she didn't notice that she was done doing her business. She looked around to find an old towel, stained with car oil in some places. This would do. It was better than nothing at all. She wiped herself clean - or rather, as clean as she could get - and stood from her crouching position. She buttoned her shorts and walked out of the alley, not knowing where to go, but knowing she was hungry and wanting real, warm food.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Mon Oct 08, 2012 12:19 am

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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Mon Oct 08, 2012 5:16 pm

He sat there, embroiled in his own thoughts as they rampantly tore through his brain like hyperactive children while he contemplated another drink or a cigarette.
Both were as cheap and nasty as you could imagine but at least he had them. The tactile sensation alone was enough to break the drudgery in some small, insignificant way.

Suddenly, someone was there.
Leaning over, showing an amount of skin that he could only describe as "professionally adequate" and asked if she could sit.
He was vaguely aware of having seen her dancing up in one of the cages not too much earlier but he was too distant to connect the dots.

He stammered, but soon collected himself.
"Sure, I don't see why not. Is there another one of these in it for me?" He asked while raising his glass.
He spoke in a low tone that conveyed absolutely no excitement or joy, a man who lived in a perpetual state of defeat, though he longed to break away from it.
He wished his wife was still alive, he dreamed of that promotion at work, he didn't want to die he just wanted to live better.
At the very least, there was this.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:51 pm

The tiny living room was alight with the blueish glow of a staticky television, the people on the screen smiling and kissing and running around, as equally enthusiastic reporters announced the next band to perform on the New Year's Eve special, the last one before the millennium was to begin. A young woman stared at the screen blankly as a child nodded off for the third time in the past five minutes in her lap.

It was nearing the midnight mark, and she sighed, gathering the small boy in her arms before carrying him into the next room, and setting him gently on the mattress upon the floor. A couple of hours ago, he couldn't have quelled his excitement. His Christmas present, essentially, had been a kids' meal at a fast food restaurant and staying up for New Year's. They'd spent that night mostly alone and he'd fallen asleep earlier than when he'd been intending to as well.

Her friend had come in that night and she'd invited her back again on New Year's. It was late, but there was no doubt in Adrianna's mind that the woman was still roaming. Praying now that Ethan wouldn't wake, she move toward the door of her apartment, locking it tightly behind her as she started for the exit. Hers was on the ground floor, and her window was visible from the grimey lot where she was certain Pamela would arise.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Fri Oct 12, 2012 9:13 pm

Pamela walked down the street with her eyes closed. She has lived in the same avenue for so long that she was certain she knew it by memory, just by feeling the changes in the pavement under her feet she could tell where she was headed. At least that was a theory she was now putting in practice, to distract her mind from the cold. She suppressed as shiver as she opened her eyes.

There was no one outside that night. Everyone was in their warm homes with their families, or out in a bar, neglecting them. Or maybe some didn't have a family like Pamela wish was her case. She was no longer allowed in bars anymore. They knew she would only scare or just drive people away from drinking with merely her stench. They also didn't like it when she fell asleep on the tables, or behind the counters, and they certainly didn't like it when she used their bathrooms.

Ah, that's it. She could go to one of the bathrooms in the subway station. No one ever cared who was in there, anyway, since the toilets never worked and the stall could offer her some sort of protection. Maybe she should start collecting things from the dumpster at the end of the Jefferson Street to install a new home in one of those bathrooms.

Her peripheral vision then caught the sight of her one and only friend. She forgot that Adrianna's building was in that street. Pamela allowed herself to let out a stupid laugh through a goody smile. She raised her arm to wave at Adrianna and walked up to her. It wasn't until then that she noticed she was limping. Something in her leg, most likely. She'd have to take a look at it later.

"Happy New Year's! How goes it, girl?"
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Fri Oct 12, 2012 10:53 pm

Pamela was the only person Adrianna really communicated with anymore. It had only been a week since they'd last seen each other, but she was still relieved to see her intentionally. The woman worried her at times. She hoped they would be able to see her more often after these holidays, but she was never sure of where she would be each week.



Even so, she smiled weakly as her friend approached.

"Happy New Year's, Pamela! It's going just fine, how are you doing?"

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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Sun Oct 14, 2012 9:54 pm

(Apologies for my absence, forumotion was having some server issues so I've been unable to even access the site.)

“Sure thing. What’s your preference?” Taylor waited a beat for his answer, then nodded, a handful of dreads sliding over her shoulder with the movement. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” She gently retrieved his glass then turned to fight her way to the bar. She crossed behind the counter, stowing the dirty glass before fetching a fresh one. A quick glance up and she recognized the face of one of her tattoo artist’s face.

“Lex!” She flashed him a quick smile. “Happy new year, man.” Drink poured, she lifted the glass carefully and left the counter behind, passing Lex with a hurried: “I’ll catch up with you later!” Then she was in the crowd again and before long back at the table. She set the drink in front of the man with care, ensuring not a drop was spilled.

Task completed, she settled gracefully in a chair across from him, crossing her legs casually
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Tue Oct 16, 2012 11:11 pm

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Nikola Surkov sighed and shook her head as she watched her fellow officers drink, dance, and otherwise make fools of themselves as the precinct celebrated New Year's Eve. The Captain had decided to throw an office party for New Year's, this time, and anyone who wasn't on duty that night was invited. Nikola honestly hadn't had many other plans for how to celebrate the year's passing, and decided she may as well join in.

It had been six months since she made detective; the proudest accomplishment in her career as an officer of the law, thus far. She'd been paired up with a more experienced detective, Logan Reeves, and so far the two had gotten along rather good. Logan wasn't at the party right now, off celebrating with his own family and friends. Logan had invited her to his own party, but she had declined, not wanting to intrude.

Though now Nikola was starting to regret that. So far all that had been accomplished tonight were her fellow officers and some of her superiors making damned fools of themselves. It was definitely not a pretty sight to see Detective Daustan try his hand at the karaoke machine...

"Hey, Surkov! Stop being such a loner and join the fun already!" Detective Moore exclaimed as he ambled over to Nikola. Nikola raised an eyebrow at him, noting the beer in his left hand; she rather hoped her fellow officers were smart tonight, and had someone to drive them home. She really didn't want to arrest a fellow detective for drunk driving.

"No thanks, Moore. I'd rather stay sober tonight." She replied. Moore rolled his eyes.

"Ah, come on, Surkov! Stop being such a buzz-kill! It's your first time partying with the big-boys. Don't be afraid to get a little wild! What happens at the New Year's Eve party, stays at the New Year's Eve party." Moore laughed at his own poor joke, and Nikola resisted the sudden urge to punch him. Of course Moore had to be a loud and annoying drunk...

"We'll see." Nikola finally said. Moore seemed satisfied with that, and walked away, much to her relief.

Herald

"Remind me why I allowed you to drag me here again," Herald started as he looked around the strip-club in distaste. Michael Keets, a fellow doctor from the clinic they worked at, simply rolled his eyes and slung an arm around his friend's shoulders.

"Come on, Herald! Loosen up a little, will you? You deserve a much needed break, my friend, some much needed release. And what better place could do that than a strip club! You'll get all kinds of relief here!" Michael jeered. Herald just glared at him in response.

Well, this was starting out to be a lovely day, so far. Michael had insisted on dragging him over to this...establishment since the clinic closed early for the holiday, and now Herald was very much regretting it. He wasn't any sort of prude or puritan or the like, but Herald had never really been a fan of...overt sexual establishments like strip clubs. He was fine with other guys using them, but stuff like this just wasn't his style.

But no, Michael had insisted on bringing him here, and no Herald would be forced to stay for the rest of the night. Michael would no doubt drink himself into a stupor, and Herald would have to drive him home.

"I hate you sometimes, Michael." Herald mumbled to himself as his friend made a beeline to the bar.
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:25 pm

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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Wed Oct 17, 2012 6:38 pm

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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Thu Oct 18, 2012 9:42 am

Don sat there for a series of long, awkwardly dragging moments as he searched for something to say. Sometimes his apathetic attitude betrayed him.
He didn't want to spend New Years alone (again), but at the same time, he didn't want to be pressed to converse.
He sipped his drink, occasionally glancing at the woman opposite him.

He thumped his glass down on the table as he lowered it from his lips, perhaps harder than he meant to.
Small-talk, what else?
He scrambled for something to say.
"So...how long you been doing this for?"
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Tue Oct 23, 2012 8:45 am

Micha fumbled with his keys on his way towards the apartment building. With so many people having guests over for New Year's the parking lot was full, he had to park on the street and walk through the chilly late evening air. The slim-framed boy shivered on his way, wishing he'd brought a coat or hoodie when e'd gone to work earlier that day.

Normally he would have, but he hadn't expected to stay so late. One of the other boys twisted his ankle on stage so Micha was asked to work overtime to make up for the missing dancer. He sighed, thinking of his little apartment where he could curl up with a plate of cheese and crackers, pour a glass of wine, and watch Television while the whole world celebrated the new year.

As he approached the building he spotted one of his neighbors, Adrianna he recalled her name being. She was talking to a clearly homeless woman that made Micha almost cringe. Still, he offered them a friendly smile and a soft "Happy New Year."
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Fri Nov 02, 2012 11:50 pm

(So so so sorry for the absence, I had some issues with forumotion servers, then my parents were in town, then a crazy work week, some family illnesses and to top it all off I got sick. But now I'm on the mend and intend to post in the next day or two. For future reference, however, there's no reason this rp had to grind to a halt without me.)
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PostSubject: Re: To Them These Streets Belong (M)   Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:41 pm

(I don't know if it was just you... I've been without power at my house all week... x-x)
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