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[bris]

SHE COULD NEVER EVER REMEMBER why she came back to this club, the one that she wanted to add an unpleasant adjective in front of that her mother would threaten to wash her mouth out with pine tar soap for using. Nothing about Pandemonium sat right with Bristol. The music sounded more like something from a movie-- like when the secretly evil gypsy attempted to hypnotize the hero or heroine-- rather than something to actually be danced to. The outfits some of the people wore made her feel like her mom when she thought about who let them out of the house in that, attires of leather and chains and nowhere near enough cotton to make her comfortable. Even the atmosphere, filled with dry ice smoke and constantly changing lights that pulsed cotton candy blue, acid green, electric yellow and hot pink, rang wrong in her vision.

Maybe because in those flashed of light her grey flecked whatever color it happened to be today eyes spotted nearly translucent wings, only visible thanks to the veins of color bleeding through them. Or when she averted her gaze, sternly telling herself that she was just seeing things, the pale faces that smiled with two needle sharp canines caught her attention, making her heartbeat oddly audible in her ears even over the loud music that was slowly lulling her to sleep. “You’re imagining things again,”

[/b] she told herself firmly, knotting her fingers in her dark hair as she tried to keep her head from splitting down the middle as the two sides of her brain waged war with each other. One side kindly pointed out that this couldn’t be coincidence, this wasn’t anywhere near the first time she’d seen these fairytales; the other wildly hammered out the point that she was insane, that something was slowly drugging her and causing her to see these things because they couldn’t actually be there-- they couldn’t be real.

Pressing her back against the cool wall, hiding herself in a dark corner where the beat of the music securely crushed her on all sides, Bristol clenched her eyes shut. It was only for a second, she told herself. There wouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary-- by Pandemonium standards-- when she opened her eyes. Repeating this little mantra, she slowly released the roots of her hair and relaxed the muscles in her shoulders (the ones that had tightened automatically upon realization that it was happening again) and opened her eyes.

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TAGGED!? anyone who feels like jumping in
WEARING WHAT NOW!? I’ll post a link later.
LISTENING TO!? “Damned if I do ya” All Time Low
WORD COUNT!? 413
BABBLE AND NOTES!? my muse is failing me

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[priscilla]

Maia knew that there were other clubs that were probably way better than this one. It was New York, clubs were at every street corner, but she liked this one for some odd reason. Maybe it was because it was so crazy and weird. You could never really know who or what you were going to find hiding out in Pandemonium. Or maybe it was because no other club had quite the same vibe. The creepy music combined with the ever-pulsing lights and the strange things that people wore gave it a Halloween party meets a casino type of feel. Or it could be that it made Maia feel normal, even if it was just for a little while.

The downworlders that came here sometimes looked normal, but it didn't matter if they did or not because a mundane had to have the sight to see them anyway. Maia, being a werewolf, could see them just fine. Most of the mundanes that came here couldn't see them though, so if she saw any downworlders messing with mundanes, Maia put a stop to it. Tonight, she didn't see anyone being harassed so she made her way to the bar. It was a busy night so she couldn't order her drink right away. While she was waiting she saw a girl clutching her head backing into a dark corner. She looked scared and confused from what Maia could tell. Maia watched her curiously while her eyes remained shut and she stayed pressed against the wall.

Maia decided to approach her, after she had opened her eyes so she wouldn't be scared. Abandoning her place in line, Maia began to make her way over to where the girl was standing. As Maia was walking the girl let go of her head and opened her eyes, she seemed to be expecting something. Once Maia got close enough to be able to talk to the girl without having to shout, she stopped. She looked at her for a moment then spoke. "Don't you know you're not supposed to close your eyes in here? You never know what might be in front of you when you open them." Maia smiled to let the girl know she was joking, well mostly joking. "Hi, I'm Maia Roberts"

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