Alterations, Altercations, Alliterations

**Khalvin** · Sep 10th, 2009 01:08 PM

Brutus parks his car but wait on the song on the radio to end. He really is not listening though. His mind wonder over the past Arrow mission, the walk to the bridge, the attack from Big Red, West's assessment. All told, things were not going well.

The song came to an end and the DJ began prepping the next hour. Brutus decided he should go and have some fun. There were some things to celebrate. He had a job for one. He fingered the ID clipped to his dash. 'Ship-Shape' written in thick block lettering. His given name written for all to see. Brutus grabbed the tag and shoved it under his car seat. He was in enough trouble already. Letting some jerk curse him from twenty blocks away wouldn't help him much.

Brutus then left his car and his low self esteem behind and made the treck acroos the parking lot for the Rage. He realizes that the Animus Poser Wannabe Jerk-Face Joker of a Scoundral might be here and it makes him chuckle.
If Zero was, whatever. Brutus only wanted to drown his troubles and dance with hot semi-naked girls.

He came to the door and made his way inside.

**West** · Sep 10th, 2009 02:14 PM

The Rage

If anything, the club seems louder and brighter than Brutus remembers it. Rings form in glasses as the bass hits, and motes of dust swirl in the smoky haze. A sea of bodies convulses in time to Shakira. In the middle, Jammer.

**Donan** · Sep 10th, 2009 04:15 PM

Beverely reaches the entrance to the club, having walked in an effort to stretch her muscles. With it being her first night in the city since her return with free time available, she thought it only wise to relax,and some good comments had been made about this place.

Dressed in a loose and quite lowcut black dress, she saunters into the club, her movements confident but relaxed, once there she glances around, taking in the sights and sounds of the place, as well as taking care to position herself against the lights to make herself quite visible.

I cast a spell on you.

**West** · Sep 10th, 2009 11:43 PM

Narration

Beverly finds the eyes of the black man boring into hers, intermittently seen through flailing arms and bobbing heads. A small smile tugs at his lips and he lazily extends an arm, waving a finger for her to join in the dancing.

**Khalvin** · Sep 10th, 2009 11:47 PM

As Beverly passes him though door, Brutus catches her scent and it makes his nose itch. Why? Curious he follows her as she moves deeper in the club.

Between her petite beauty and her sent, she has at least one Shaman's attention.

**Writer** · Sep 11th, 2009 03:40 AM

Tam feels the music pounding the air. Tonight, she wears her high heel leather boots, black slacks and a loose white blouse reminiscent of 18th century pirates. Her hair is held back in two thick braids from either side of her head, tied with leather, with a few thin Celtic braids hanging loose. She lets the music drown out her thoughts.

**Donan** · Sep 11th, 2009 03:50 AM

OOC

Beverely smiles in return to the beckoning and the man's smile and begins to move towards him, as she approaches the swaying, dancing crowd she smiles thoughtfully and moves her fingers and hands lightly in a brief flowing pattern.

It's all about Grace

With the handwaving completele Beverely begins moving through the crowd towards the man who beckoned her, slipping through the tightly packed space with a refined, flowing grace, and avoiding colliding or bumping into anyone else.

**West** · Sep 11th, 2009 08:28 AM

Narration

The man frowns slightly at Beverly's spell, but keeps dancing.

OOC

**Orphan** · Sep 11th, 2009 08:58 AM

Though he felt torn about doing so, Orphan decided that tonight he'd tear himself away from training and studying and expanding his magical capabilities, and instead socialize a bit among the city's Awakened and some of the non-Awakened as well. Part of that whole "balance" thing he was working on. Knowing the city's mages often congregated at the Rage, he decided to go there and see who was around. He wears faded jeans, hiking boots and a leather jacket, the latter hiding his holstered pistol, along with a sky blue t-shirt.

Orphan notices Brutus and nods to him in passing but focuses instead on those he knows less well, or not at all. Recognizing Tam from that arts lecture, he approaches her.

"Hey, how are you doing tonight?" he asks. "Not sure if you remember me. Orphan."

**Donan** · Sep 11th, 2009 09:22 AM

Beverely studies Jammer as she approaches him, her ability to perceive auras serving her well.

Scanning..

Given the apparent nature of the nightclub, Beverly decides a slightly more loose manner fits in, and when she reaches Jammer and speaks, her manner and voice are both quite vibrant. "Hi! You wanted to see me?!" She sweeps some hair behind her ear with a bright, playful smile.