Post by Duvaindir Tirnel on May 2, 2015 17:28:41 GMT
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Duvaindir watched as people walked into his club, some sitting and chatting with the escorts while others watched the dancers currently on stage. The club was dimly lit and the smooth sensual music currently playing lulled everyone and created a mystic and mysterious quality to the whole club. It still amazed him to this day to know how far he’d come in four years when he’d decided to settle down in New York and set up an establishment after his friend’s encouragement. If some of his brethren could see him now they’d probably cringe while his comrades would probably joke that they should have seen it coming.
The thought of them brought on a pang that he’d prefer to ignore for now and brushed it off easily. There were rarely if ever people allowed in to this club who were not known in some way for the simple fact that Dove had built this club for the Elite and VIP individuals so that they could have a place to unwind and socialize as they pleased without the eyes of the public haunting them. Everything was set up very discreetly and so far no one but someone knew about the clubs very existence. That was exactly how he likes it too.
Golden eyes slid over to the bar where he was currently residing at, nursing his drink and watching as everyone fell into a routine that was easily becoming established within the club. Occasionally his bartender or one of the other staff members would wander over and strike up a conversation but tonight was busy so it wasn’t often. The business was doing well, his patrons were happy and he had nothing to agonize over except maybe how much sleep he’d be getting in the morning before he had to get up. This life was rather simple yet that simplicity brought a peace to him he hadn’t felt in a very long time.
His arm tingle slightly causing him to flex the hand that wasn’t holding his glass as he looked down at it. The pens and needles sensation was becoming less frequent as of late but each time they came and gone now, the longer his inability to feel with his left hand lasted. He wasn’t worried about it persay but it was quite inconvenient and if he lost the feeling in the hand totally…well he would miss it that was for sure. There was little time to worry about that though because suddenly there was a round of applause as the dancers ended their sensual routine and he had to smile. The night was only beginning and yet here he was thinking about such serious matters…it was definitely time to enjoy himself and so he ordered one of the waiters to open the doors to the main club area where the dance floor was for the younger elites and VIP’s. It was going to be an interesting night.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 20:30:02 GMT
 I FEEL ALIVE
WHEN I SIN
Azrael fixed his tie as he pushed off an escort who was clinging to him whispering into his ear 'Mr. Grigori, oh Mr. Grigori'. He had played the part of a student by day, but by night, he was a night club owner who liked to help entertain his guests. He wore his usual black suit with silver and blue undertones in his tie. His suit vest was a gray that matched his wings perfectly. Letting the girl go back to her duties of entertaining guests, he moved through the club easily. His hair was still in the mess it usually was, but he was told that it added to his mysterious demeanor. He nodded to a few of his patrons, they recognized him from the previous nights of himself wandering the floors of the night club asking his guests if there is anything the could do to make their night better. Patting his chest, he felt for his cigarettes, the one sin he could not let go of. Despite being an angel, he loved to sin and be apart of debauchery. Surely his wings would turn black soon, right? He had avoided Dove for as long as he could, often making a harsh right and grabbing the nearest body to woo them over in hopes that Dove wouldn't see him. As much as he came to be friends with the angel, he wasn't too fond of his workaholic attitude. It was an attitude that he often tried to drag out of him to get the angel to loosen up.
However, tonight he had been late because he had just barely finished bringing in his batch of souls to heaven. He had made the bare minimum effort to bring souls in; often times not doing it at all though that got him into trouble with the big bosses upstairs. He was an angel who wished he wasn't an angel. He wanted to sin just as much as the humans and the other creatures on earth, but his wings were still gray, still barely holding onto that edge he so carefully put himself on. Walking quickly, he made his way over to a group of escorts that he had noticed were not working. "Ladies," He started, they all turned their hungry attentions on him. He wanted to squirm under their gaze, but he had appearances to keep up. "As much as I love to see all of your lovely faces together and around me, we are running a business, so please entertain our guests," They all looked at him and pouted, giving him little nod and saying 'Yes, Mr. Grigori'. He sighed, walking more towards the bar now. He looked around with his hands in his pockets, then seeing his business partner, Duvaindir Tirnel, though that was the name he went by now that he was on earth. Azrael kept his angelic name hidden from everyone but those of his own kind. To everyone here, he was called "Daniel Grigori" or even "Danny Grigori", nothing more. He took the name 'Grigori' from the angels who were 'The Watchers', a sort of badge he kept to remind himself that he had watchful angelic eyes on his back at all times.
Wandering closer still now, he watched Dove talk to their employees. Azrael's blue eyes scanned the bar, looking to see what his poison would be tonight. "Gin and Tonic, short," He didn't feel like drinking that much tonight, he had a couple tests for school in the morning and he didn't want to go around all day hungover. Glancing back over at the man who was Dove, he leaned against the counter by him. "It's good to not see you in your office tonight, Dove, finally coming around when it comes to seeing my way of things, yeah?" The angel laughed lightly. By that, Azrael always tried to get him out of his office to keep the man from working like a dog for the rest of his existence. Sometimes it work, sometimes it didn't. Nodding his thanks to the bartender, Azrael sipped his drink lightly, keeping his blue eyes scanning the area ahead of them, making sure everyone was having a good time. "Everything seems to be running like clockwork; nothing out of the ordinary,"
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Post by Ravenna Cruor on May 4, 2015 7:31:10 GMT
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| The architectural versatility of every brothel in the country always amazes Venna. Nevertheless, it’s still the same, with prostitutes and old perverts. While effortlessly taking a sip from the glassful Martini she ordered a while ago, her dark eyes swept the crowded room, scrutinizing each unfamiliar faces sprawled around. It was the scenery of disgust. Every space of it was full of lecherous patrons and degraded women, whose dignity was long stripped just like how their overly inflated bosoms were. Old times are better. But still, Venna has no rights to intervene. After all, according to the sexist man right at the door, she is just a girl. Besides, she doesn’t give a crap to anyone worthless as these beggars are. A lady sets her standards high and would never lower herself for petty riches. That would be hypocrisy. All she was doing her is a good time with alcohol.
Venna sipped again the heavenly goodness from the crystalline goblet. Her brain was still an intellectual wreck after the ludicrous sessions of studying in Hisso. Truth to be told, these so-called lessons were so old they can be dated back to Cretaceous period, boring gibberish. But being the good girl she always was, she was obliged to be attentive even though her grades are frighteningly high. Anyway, somebody should change those lesson plans. No student would be paying tuition fees just for some consistent history books.
Meanwhile, Venna’s gaze was still roaming the club. It was packed of high ranking personalities in New York. No wonder this place was well-known. Negatively. Contrary to the clean facade they were on the public, these people were immoral egomaniacs who only knows three things: money, power and women. Rich humans just don’t know how to make their useless lives useful.
How did Venna got here? Well, aside from having a good time with her dear Martini, she was following someone mysterious as the extra-terrestrials. Someone who goes by the identity of Daniel Grigori. Venna wasn’t the snoopy-natured one but she wasn’t buying on her classmate’s dismissal during the late afternoon. And with her senses alert at this time of the night, she followed his scent that was leading her here. The predicament is she couldn’t find the blonde one. With all the new blood filling her nostrils, she lost her detection and was forced to retreat on the bar counter. Fortunately, she was a smooth flirter and, poof, one Martini for a lady. Exquisite drinks and services, should Venna say.
Drinking the night away wasn’t the original plan but if she can’t see Grigori, sudden change may occur. Luckily, she was resistant to hangover so she can consume one or two more drinks until midnight. The perks of being a bad-ass vampire.
It took a couple of minutes and half-glass of alcohol, when she had acquired her target. Smirking, she bit the Martini-drenched olive in her glass. Just sitting a few feet in the bar was Mr. Daniel "Mystery Danny" Grigori with a stand-out man sporting silver locks, more suspicious than usual.
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Post by Duvaindir Tirnel on May 4, 2015 14:02:30 GMT
WORDS: 663 | TAG: @bane2 Ravenna Cruor | NOTES: <3 thanks for joining
Honestly he’d already seen the other silver angel come along late but it was rather amusing to catch glimpses of Azrael as he tried to avoid him. Not that he really minded, the younger male still had a ways to go but he truly was a blessing in the fact he helped him not work too hard. Nothing out of the ordinary had been happening at all to day and everyone was in high spirits which always made life so much easier. True, Paradise Lost was what most would call a place of sin and debauchery but if anyone cared to look under the surface they would see what he saw. Men and women alike, finally relaxing and allowing the stresses of their everyday lives to melt away. There were even a few couples here, most in the private sections that just needed time to unwind before going home. He’d even had a dancer who met her fiancé here and soon she’d be moving on to greater things.
He liked being a part of that. Sure, Paradise Lost had its sinful ways with dancers and escorts but he wasn’t in it for the money. He never had been and what he saw in front of him now as a few of the younger elite and VIP began migrating towards the dance floor was all he’d wanted from the club.
Duvaindir’ eyes settled on Azrael as the younger angel finally decided to grace him with his presence and at his words an amused tilt curled his lips. “I’ll have to disappoint you and say that I know very well when it’s better to simply enjoy myself thank you. You had no influence in my decision.” His voice was smooth with the undercurrent of teasing that always came when he spoke to the other silver angel. Dove took a careful sip of his drink, eyes slipping to the side and examining the people within the club as Azrael spoke up again. He let out a small hum of acknowledgement and sighed contently, “That’s good and there hasn’t been any reporters yet but then we’ve done rather well of keeping Paradise a secret from the public.” They’d worked hard to maintain Paradise Lost as a literal underground club that could only be learned about through whispers.
“I don’t think I ever would have thought I’d be owner to a club such as this, Azzie.” His words were thoughtful with an undercurrent of wry humor as his golden eyes settled back on his business partner. They danced with a melancholic amusement that came up once in a while when he made any reference to his life upstairs. He was distracted when a young man, one of the escorts of his establishment, came up beside him and murmured into his ear. Apparently there was a young woman they didn’t recognize and she didn’t exactly scream elite or VIP but instead of approach they brought it to him. He leaned around Azrael slightly and caught sight of her easily, knowing almost every face in high society had its perks. He rested a hand on Azrael’s arm and murmured with some amusement, “Time to get to work, I’m afraid.” Slipping from his end of the bar he weaved his way through the crowd towards her and immediately noticed something off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the hairs on the back of his neck stood up in attention.
Dove stopped just out of arms reach of the young woman and gave her a crooked smile, bowing just slightly as he murmured. “Welcome to Paradise Lost, Madam. I’m afraid I haven’t seen you before, would you be so kind?” His voice was smooth and gentle, inquiring in just the right places yet holding just enough firmness to let it be known he was suspicious. His patrons might know him as someone gentle and seemingly harmless but there was a reason he’d been one of the Chiefs over Powers.
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 0:07:19 GMT
I FEEL ALIVE
WHEN I SIN
Azrael couldn't help but chuckle when the older angel responded. He sipped his gin and tonic lightly, not wanting to drink too much tonight. The last time he drank while working, he ended up late for all of his classes and had to endure about two hours of a lecture given to him by about three teachers. He had knowledge of all the things they were teaching, some of it was sometimes wrong, but he was at least working hard to put up the facade of being a student. He couldn't say what kept him tethered to earth, whether it be Matthew or even this night club, but he wished he never had to leave it. Perhaps that was why he sinned so much, to tear off the chains that bound him to heaven and to a life where he couldn't enjoy himself as he pleased. Azrael's blue eyes sparked a bit in amusement at Dove, the man really did make him glad he had joined up with him to create this place. It was a place full of people who wished to escape the world just as he wanted to. Not so much a Paradise Lost as Paradise Found. Inwardly he felt amused by his little joke. "I wouldn't say I didn't have an influence. Perhaps i'm rubbing off on you. Heaven help you if that happens." Azrael laughed, making several of the humans standing by look at him with smiles on their faces. He remembered part of his human life, a life where he did just as he did now. You can take the soul out of the human, but you cannot take the human out of the soul."So far so good, then, since our usual clientele keeps their mouths shut. If I do see any reporters or paparazi, i'll handle them like usual." Azrael wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty to keep his little piece of paradise safe.
At the use of his nickname from the other silver angel, Azrael looked up at the man with a pensive expression on his face. He knew the man to have been a fierce angel in heaven, one whom Azrael had heard so many things about when he would just hang out bored when he wasn't looking for souls to carry with him. "I don't think either of us could have expected us to get this far." Azrael said thoughtfully back to the man, realizing that he could see himself opening a club like this due to his personality and usual habits. "I don't regret the decision to open this with you, though, Dove." Azrael said that last part quietly, but then heard his friend say that it was time to get back to work. The younger silver angel huffed and drank deeply from his glass, making a bored pouting face as he watched the older man walk away towards someone. "Yeah, I'll do my rounds again--" Azrael stopped as he locked eyes with none other than Ravenna Cruor, a classmate of his that he had brushed off earlier in the evening. Cursing his inability to lose people when he wanted to most, he played it off like usual and just stayed at the bar, but kept his eyes on her while she talked to Dove. There was always something off about her that Azrael couldn't place; he didn't know what it was, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Silently he stood there leaning against the bar, one of the escorts came up to him putting her hand on his shoulder as she came in close to tell him about a problem that could be fixed in a matter of second. He called over a security guard and explained what he wanted the man to do, watching as the escort and the guard walked off. He was bored, but he would reign in his sinful ways tonight. He had two tests tomorrow, which he knew he could ace, but he didn't want to wake up late and miss them. That was two lectures he didn't need from any teachers. If he got in trouble, again, he'd end up in a position where he couldn't see his best friend as easily for a while or even come to the club to help run it. There was a balance here between Dove and him that needed to be maintained. Flicking his gaze back over to Ravenna, he kept watch just to see what would happen. He sipped at his drink, he blue eyes staying riveted on Dove and Ravenna. Lightly, as if to show her he saw her and remembered her, he nodded his head to her and gave her one of his lady-killer smiles. He by no means was flirting with her, it was just a reaction he had when he saw beautiful women. He wasn't far from them, but he moved his gaze around the area to make sure all was well. Turning to the bartender he motioned to Ravenna and leaned in close. "Get her whatever she wants, i'll take care of it." Perhaps all she wanted was drinks. If so, he'd help her along with her night out. "I'll have another Gin and tonic, but keep it shorter, I've got a long night," The bartender nodded to him, going to make another martini for Ravenna and another gin and tonic for Azrael. Absently, the angel checked his phone to see if Matthew had given him any messages, but instead found an empty text message box. Frowning, he fiddled with his phone, but kept his eyes still wandering towards the two.
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Post by Ravenna Cruor on May 5, 2015 2:19:05 GMT
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527 Crappy yet flirty | Indeed, the lady’s glamor is eye-catching no matter how packed the room is with arousing, equally beautiful women. She gulped the Martini glass to its emptiness. The man, somehow, managed to put up a convincing yet intimidating grin when he spoke word by word. That grin may work with any other girls but she wasn’t susceptible to it. Unfortunately, there is no way she would tell Platinum Guy here her identity. Unless things get unexpected, then there wouldn’t be qualms. Venna glanced at Daniel, who was surprisingly staring back at her, busting her surveillance. Ladies and gentlemen, there would be change of plans tonight, obviously. Not too long, she went back sipping another glass of the vermouth-gin mixture. The man beside her seemed to hide suspiciousness from the bittersweet tone in his voice. Venna hates sugar-coating if people can’t manage to pull it off.
"I’m sorry sir, but…" Venna did the same crooked smile while garnishing it with a faux English accent she used to put up when people are just so irritating, "… no, can’t tell." She finished off with her usual rude and lethargic manner. Sassy as ever, she went to drinking back but an idea surfaced into her thoughts. In a slow yet menacing motion, she faced him with a teasing smirk. If he’s a good player, she’s better. Seduction became her thing ages before and, never did one man refused the promiscuity that masked her acquisitive motives. Now, Platinum Guy here will also fall to the same fate as one of her harem of boys. She bit another olive and lingered it on her lips for a moment. "But, I can tell you if you’ll return the favor." She said in her most promising tone. Venna had no clear plans for him but she will carry this on. There’s no wrong in having fun. If these lascivious men can indulge, there weren’t any qualms that she also wanted the pleasure.
Another glass was laid on her side. Wondering who ordered it for her, she averted her gaze back to Daniel, still staring back at them while seemingly waiting for something on his phone. Her attention won’t last on him longer, so she winked as a sign of gratitude and dispense, at the same time. Despite him having a contrasting aura with the vampire, Mr. Grigori dove to her wavelength and even gave her an offering by the form of an alcoholic drink. Not bad, not bad.
Sweaty bodies were on the dance floor and enchanted every onlooker. The music was quite tantalizing, a good start for couples to get down or just have a moment of having a sexy time. As for Venna, she was stuck with a stranger, flirting and all. The vampire wasn’t the impatient one but she was as fast as lightning when it comes to boys. Swiftly, she intertwined her legs with his, caressing it to the point of an overwhelming state. Boys go crazy because of that. She was making him want more, so she leaned until their cheeks were barely touching. "Tell me who is Daniel Grigori," Venna whispered to him with a tone no one couldn’t resist, even the strongest creature on Earth.
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