Block Party 2009

[Lesingnon]

Chantay lets her body twitch in surprise with each blow of the paddle, allowing herself a delighted moan as she's pressed against the padded cross. In truth her regeneration meant the sting from each blow was gone before the next landed, something that probably detracted a bit from the experience. But she wasn't about to try to keep her regeneration in check now, so it was something she could deal with. And besides, this entire thing was still a new experience for her. "Mmm...an interesting viewpoint. And that's what this pause is supposed to emulate...indifference?"

[Derek Noble]

After a bit more time looking around, Derek decides he's seen enough to have some things to think about, but that the pleasures offered at this place aren't something he wishes to pursue further tonight. Time instead for something different.

Derek heads to Reverence

[QuicksilverFox85]

Arthur makes note of his fellow Lost as they filter into the club. He makes his way into the crowd as one song wraps and another begins, not so much dancing as swaying with the crowd, enjoying the feeling of the people around him. "Very nice...very nice indeed..." He says to no one in particular, a small smile on his face.

[Khalvin]

"Shh.... Easy now." Rust smacks her tush again. "Let me do the talking." It seemed Chantay was enjoying herself. But Rust wasn't feeling the same. It was all too surreal while also too staged.

And not in a good way. But Chantay couldn't sense Rust's dissatisfaction. His numbness to the reality. Nothing could make this more real. More real then inflicted pain and pleasure?
Then, Rust could actually hit her. Bring more pain, more pleasure...

Greenteeth's dead eyes stare up into Rusts from the grave, joining a thousand others waiting. Watching.

A Cat dances on a Razor Wire

2010-01-01 04:36:43
Rust rolls 6 to FreakOut (10 Again)
7, 2, 4, 3, 10, 8, 8
3 successesA Res/Comp roll to keep it together.

Rust grits his teeth.
No. Hitting harder would not make this more real.

Rust takes the paddle and sets it aside.
"I can't do this. I'm sorry." Rust hurries round to look the unimaginably beuatiful woman in the face as he admits his internal conflict. His ears are low in defeat, his tail limp, his shoulders sag. "Not without a few drinks anyway. Let me help you down." The fae then moves to release the bonds holding Chantay.

It is like releasing a captured unicorn. Rust may, no; will never have a second chance.
Fuck you Who Wrought Silver.

[Lesingnon]

The expression on Chantay's face as Russel untied her, as she swung down from the cross, was hard to read. Must have been a lawyer thing. The undercurrent of concern in her voice though, was easier to pick up on. "Is something wrong, something bothering you?"

[Khalvin]

"Yes, and no. But I'm fine." Rust seems to be trying smile in a way that wasn't viscous, cruel, or hungry. It is the same expression Pearl always giggled at. "Not sure I want to talk about it here. Let's get something to drink." Rust gestures to what bar the Asylum offers.

[Writer]

Through the crowd, Sam notices Mateo's tattoos. He is impressed, but what catches his eye are certain symbols, unrecognizable and unfamiliar.

I'll have to ask him about those runes, thought Sam. Honest tatoos mean something, so I wonder what those symbols mean to mister muscles.

Sam orders a drink while he avoids looking at the dance floor and tries not to stare at Mateo's ink.

ST Note

Mateo is in a private room.

[Victoria Stamford]

When the Prince called the man a werewolf her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined Mateo more closely. Victoria left her sub standing along the wall off to one side and slightly behind Mateo when the Prince directed her to seat herself she picked a couch and sat to Asa's right hand side on the opposite side of Mateo as her sub was standing. She crossed her legs and stared with interest and caution at the large man before her.

A werewolf? For real? Well he certainly looks big enough to fit what I thought a werewolf would look like. Hoever, I didn't think I'd actually meet one...not that I ever really wanted to. I hope this stays peaceful, not really prepared for a fight here.

Victoria kept silent as she watched Mateo and Asa speaking. She spared the occasional glance to Sophia as well trying to gauge her reaction to everything.

[DaevaDude]

Sophia sits next to Mateo, her hand on his thigh, and watches the discussion back and forth between him and the Prince. She mantains calm and makes sure to show deference to the Prince, not meeting his eyes or behaving in any manner he might take as challenging or defiant, while also demonstrating her closeness to Mateo. She says nothing unless someone directs some question or comment to her.

[Derek Noble]

Derek and Erica

A little while after leaving the Asylum, Derek is back, this time accompanied by Erica. Once inside, he takes a few moments for her to get a feel for the place, and to gauge her reactions. He knows what he would like to do, but he also knows that many of his people are likely to... have issues with this sort of thing. He can relate, having some himself.