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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 10, 2012 13:02:33 GMT -5
Ashoka had been seen on the street doing some tricks with his lighter, had been asked to preform at the club. Upon asking his age he had said eighteen even if he was a year younger, licked at his lips and looked around.
He grabbed the bottle of oil and axe, picking up the lighters and matches he had asked for, setting them out on the table on stage, looking them over.
Music was turned up and he hesitated. "You're on," Someone called. Grabbing at a bottle of alcohol he took a swig, flicked on a lighter and blew, emitting a massive flame past his lips to get the preformance started. Even if it was dangerous. He rarely came away with injuries, could use the money to pay for rent.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 10, 2012 21:12:32 GMT -5
Alarice entered the dim club, holding her purse tight against her like a shield. To say she was nervous was an understatement, but she needed a job, and nowhere else seemed to want her. She cast her eyes downwards as she passed the dancers, praying she wasn't asked to do that. Waitressing she could do, being half nude in a room full of strangers? No deal. Her parents had raised her with pride. Pride didn't pay the bills though, so here she was, asking to put on a skimpy outfit to serve drinks.
She had her long red hair in a high ponytail, and she was wearing an outfit she had saved for weeks to get from her other place of employment, Hot Topic. It showed off her long cream legs, but still covered everything nicely, and showed she had a bit of a chest, but didn't show said area. She tried to move through the crowd without touching anyone, but people were gathering around the stage, and she was caught in the current, not stopping until she was in front of the stage.
Her jaw almost dropped at the performer. He was pale, albino even, although it might just be the light. As if that was not enough though, he was doing tricks with fire. What if he got hurt? She forgot why she was even there as she watched, amazed at his skill.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 10, 2012 21:22:09 GMT -5
Ashoka eyes the crowd with wary ruby eyes, running his hands through the oil on the table, flicking the lighter on over them, shaking them out before he burned his hands.
He was winging it here, grabbed a lighter and the axe, holding them together, spraying words in flame one letter after another, watching them vanish just as quickly.
He worked for a good half hour before they replaced him with a few dancers.
He grabbed a wet rag and bucket of water, sitting down away from the crowd to scrub the flammables off his skin, rubbing at a faint burn along his right thumb. It wasn't too bad, would be gone soon enough without so much as a blemish or blister.
He dried his hands off on his jeans, blowing pigment-less hair from his face, playing with the one lighter he always had in his pocket as he looked around.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 10, 2012 21:54:09 GMT -5
Alarice watched with wide eyes as he performed trick after trick, never seeming to injure himself even once. For a moment she wished she had a talent like that, could be so unafraid, but she seemed to be scared of everything. Once he was done she waited for the crowd to disperse before trying to move again. She saw an opening and went for it, dodging out of the way when a burly man stepped out of nowhere to fill the empty space. She spun away from him to find herself almost face to face with the albino fire-charmer. "Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, um, anyway, sorry." A blush brightened her face as she apologized and then slipped away, to try and find the manager of the club.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 10, 2012 23:04:13 GMT -5
Ashoka glanced at her when she nearly bumped into him, looking over his shoulder after her while he returned the bucket to the counter. She was pretty. He shook his head, and he was fucking crazy.
Glancing around warily, he finally made his way to a table and sat down by himself, flicked the lighter on and off, ruby eyes fixed on the flame. He sighed, dropping his arms onto the table top, staring at the moving crowd of people distantly. 'I don't know what to do with myself anymore Zeph...you always knew how to change that.'
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 11, 2012 0:15:27 GMT -5
Arice made quick work of the manager. She had a fairly impressive resume being only 18. She had worked at Olive Garden as a waitress for a little bit, but when the boss began to hit on her she quit. She filled out her application quickly and left. She knew how to make herself look good on paper, even if not so much in person, and maybe that would be enough.
Now to get out of here. It was getting late and more people had arrived, which was always a bad sign for her. As she pushed past a group of men she felt someone grab her from behind. She cried out in shock and tried to pull away, looking around for help. Not only as she afraid of what he might do, but the human contact was more than she wanted from anyone.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 11, 2012 1:17:33 GMT -5
"Hey!" Ashoka had turned just in time to see this. "Fuck off yeah?" He shoved at the guy. "She's not your little bitch yeah?" Ruby eyes flashed in threat, lighter gripped in a fisted hand.
Only when the guy backed off did he relax some. "You alright?"
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 11, 2012 11:54:19 GMT -5
The guy let go of her real quick when the albino came to her defense. So quick in fact that she stumbled and fell to her knees. Scrambling to her feet she brushed off her knees and backed up, her arms wrapped tight around her waist, shaking like a leaf. The man that grabbed her looked like he wanted to fight, but after looking up the pyromancer up and down he changed his mind and stalked off with his friends.
She looked at him with green eyes wide with fear. She could only nod, still too panicked to say anything.
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Post by ashoka rochester rayne on Feb 11, 2012 22:59:51 GMT -5
Ashoka took her arm gently, agitated as he led her to a secluded table and dropped down. "He's just an arrogant asshole. You shouldn't have been trying to find work in a place like this. You're too pretty."
He played with his glass of water, then was again fixed on his lighter. He wouldn't deny he had been looking at her, watching her. "Then again, I shouldn't be either. I'm only seventeen." He shrugged.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 12, 2012 0:22:06 GMT -5
She was still too much in shock over what just happened to notice the young guy grab her arm and lead her away. She hesitantly sat across from him, looking like she wanted to curl in on herself and disappear. At the seeming chastisement she blushed and looked away. She wasn't that pretty. Most of the people here were prettier than her in fact. Her sister had been the pretty one, a beauty queen in fact. She was the geeky bookworm.
"Th-then why are you?" She would not have even dreamed of being in Afterlife before her 18th birthday, but he was here as if it was no problem.
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