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Post by Keslan Eckart on Mar 7, 2010 23:45:55 GMT -5
Keslan had about had it. It was always P3, always this place where creepy shit happened that a john wanted to meet him. His dad kept setting him up with creeps who liked to do their thing in an alley, who wanted to push him around. He knew it was wrong, but every night that passed brought him closer and closer to just writing himself out of his parent's memories. Of course, the problem always turned in to 'where would he go, what would he do', that sort of thing.
He was a psychic - he was not a magician. He certainly wasn't going to steal a place...
He bit his lip, as he stepped in to the bar, apparently unseen by any of the patrons at the door, or the bouncer. That was an easy illusion to pull off, if only for a few seconds - more or less throwing himself out of the world long enough to accomplish something or infiltrate a place. He hated forcing people to do stuff.
But the more he thought about it, the more he would. Gritting his teeth, he stood at the door, dressed in black cargo pants and a white tee that was starting to glow in the dim and black lights, the further he pressed in. Once again, he had no picture, but no doubt the man who was going to be picking him up tonight did.
Slipping both hands into his back pocket, he tried to relax - look nonchalant. Nothing looked worse than a hustler than was nervous - he'd be taken advantage of faster than he could blink. Still, he couldn't help but let out a hint of a sigh. Last time he'd played the stranger-at-the-door game, he'd ended up with a nice little gash along his forhead, that was almost completely healed at this point.
To top it all off, he hated P3 - it was the most aggravating bar out here. Yet everyone loved it, and almost always picked it as the 'bar to show up at' if the arrangement was pre-arranged.
The only advantage to a pre-arranged night? He didn't have to stand outside for any given time frame. Even he hated dealing with the cops, even if he had a leg up on the whole 'sting' operations and prostitution whatnot.
He stepped up closer to the bar, scanning the patrons, trying to see if he could pick up a thought pattern he recognized. Luckily the night was early, and people had only just started filtering in, making the pressure on his mind much less than usual.
Other than the fact that he was obviously too young to be in here, he looked almost well at ease.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 8, 2010 15:22:30 GMT -5
 Rollin down the street, smokin indo,
sippin' on gin and juice♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Christopher was doing what he usually did at night; he was 'relaxing' in the local club. Well, local for Chris changes day on day, mainly because he travels. Alot. Chris was having a nice relaxing drink at the bar; Gin and Tonic to be precise. It soothed him, numbed his brain so he didn't have to think about his constant urges. You know, the urges to kill, to feast. Especially on those disturbed Whitelighters. Well, never-the-less, Christopher had received some odd message earlier in the day. The message was just a text on his cell phone;
[glow=red,2,300]Hello Mr. Myers. I need you to meet someone at P3, the club in San Francisco tonight. Be there, or I'll have to destroy you.[/glow]
In it's entirity, the cell phone message was fairly scary; or should have been, to some ordinary person. But Christopher wasn't "some ordinary person", he was a darklighter. He didn't care if someone chose to 'destroy' him, or even attempt to; it was a humerous thought. The only reason Chris did do as the text asked, was because Chris was curious as to who he was meeting. He didn't remember names, only faces... usually. He was wearing his usual attire; a long leather jacket and black tank top with black denim jeans and a pair of trainers.
Christopher took another quick glug of the alcoholic beverage and turned around, only to have his view blocked by some bloke. However, this bloke wasn't there... but he was. It seemed something was being played on Christophers mind, an illusion. "Eugh.." Christopher grunted, hoping to get rid of the there-but-not being. He closed his eyes, and shook his head. "AGH" Christopher cursed inside his head, frustated at himself. After which, the swivelled around the chair, holding onto his glass of Gin and Tonic. After Chris took another glug of the drink. He was staring into thin air, waiting. He didn't know who he was meant to meet, or why but it was going to be fun, none-the-less.
After about a five minute wait, of nothing happening, Christopher threw the glass onto the table. Soon after the throw, a loud smash emited from where the glass was followed by a series of cursing. All of which Christopher ignored.
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Post by Keslan Eckart on Mar 12, 2010 8:28:15 GMT -5
It was awkward - but that was how his dad liked it. Leaving him in the dark gave another instance of power that Kes just didn't have. His eyes flicked around, and finally, he just sighed. Too many people to keep the illusion up forever. So finally, he just let it drop. Of course, he did it tastefully - dropping in to a chair as he did so. Anyone who wasn't looking directly at the chair wouldn't see more than him flop in to it. He sighed, softly, bringing a hand to run though his hair, eyes flicking around the room.
He was quite literally bouncing, mentally, from person to person. There was always the same kind of darkness in the minds of people that came looking for him. Perversion, desperation...
Darkness. That was always the worst.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he leaned forward from his place at a small table, letting his senses wander. There was only one 'dark' spot on his mental radar. Thoughts that were hidden in the deep well of one's psyche were almost ready and prevalent. Brows furrowed, he let his lids open until he was staring directly at the man. Christopher.
If he knew nothing else in his life, he knew that this man was by far the scariest individual he had ever laid eyes upon. He had to hope and pray that this guy wasn't his client. In fact, he was so freaked out, he bit his lip and rose. Normally, he'd be cool and suave and walk in a quick but calm way. No, he just shy of ran for the door. He was moving so quickly that he neatly bowled over a poor patron, barely giving a little apology before he burst out into the open air, slipping around the bouncer as though he couldn't even see the guy.
He carted himself around, moving in to the alleyway next to the place. Waste littered the place, which was not exactly good for the air supply he so desperately wanted to pick up on. A few deep breaths, as he bent over. That guy was terrifying. His mind was... crazy. Not the good kind of crazy... the kind that made even Keslan's skin crawl. Sure, he'd killed a man before, but that was self defense. That was different.
Or was his own mind that dark, too? He didn't know. He stopped delving. He tried desperately to clear his mind. That's what he needed. Just... silence.
Leaning backwards, he knocked his head gently against the bricks behind him. "That guy was fucked up." He murmured gently.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 12, 2010 13:31:27 GMT -5
Would you run,
and never look back?♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Chris turned back around to look for who he was supposed to meet. Then he saw who he assumed was the person. Some guy dropped onto a chair. A chair that wasn't there before. "Knew it, fucking illusions." Christopher cursed to himself.
Then the guy on the chair opened his eyes and stared at Chris for a while; as if reading him. Chris would have, by this point, ripped the man apart for staring but he decided not to, "too much paperwork" was Chris' excuse this time.
The guy did something fairly surprising after the stare; he rose from his chair and sprinted off. Chris sighed, this was definitely the guy; it was obvious. Chris merely stood up slowly and looked to a disorientated party-goer. "Boo!" Chris said, lunging to the party-goer. As soon as he did, the party-goer closed her eyes and when she opened them; there was nothing there but a slight black musk, which was too, disappearing. Chris had orbed out. He orbed back on the roof and saw someone resting in the alleyway.
Chris silently leapt from the rooftop, landing near the guy; in the darkness.
"That guy was fucked up." The guy uttered, he was leant against the wall by now. "mmm? What was?" Christopher said, sounding both curious and mocking at the same time. "My clothing? My look? My... mind?" Chris continued he was enjoying every second of this moment.
Chris then let his right side drop so it was leaning against the wall, his legs were slightly crossed; hands in pockets. "I suspect you're the one I'm meant to meet, then?" Christopher asked, and then waited for a response...
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