such an unwanted itch he leaves. [mintie x lucid]

[detox__]

• Night time in Chicago was not her most favorite places to be, however, that didn't stop her from sticking around and enjoying the night life for whatever it was worth. Chewing faintly on the piece of Stride gum, only occasionally did the sound of a faint popping occur from the female, otherwise on the cold winter night, snow crunching underneath her boots as her figure moved in strides among the warmth of her black thigh length jacket. Her skin just barely holding a bit of color to it, thanks to a bit of origins and just enough jealousy in other woman to wonder how she held that color in the middle of Chicago winter, her full lips parted softly to blow out a faint amount of air, the breath curling around her face as though following the lead of her lightly curled tresses. The weather, as cool and crisp as it was, was doing absolutely nothing to her, other than occasionally coating her four inch heeled boots in a bit of snow, she found herself standing in front of a warehouse, one of numerous in this city before walking inside quietly.
  
  To the average human, not a thing would be heard until they reached another door on the far south of the warehouse, though as her senses permitted, the music thudded as rapidly as always, black leather pants hugging her lower half as her hands slid from her pockets to gently knock on the steel framed door. Full lips curling into a smile when the bouncer eyed her up and gave her a familiar nod, the music engulfed her and the lifestyle struck her not as a surprise but as a general sense of something familiar, however, familiarity around here was slim. Curls of black sliding down her face and dusting over segments of her back, the female moved amongst the set of latex and other odd materials of clothing people before finding herself behind the white lit bar. Red lips parting softly after removing her jacket and looking to the other female behind the bar, even in such a place the other girl was chipper; Must be drunk already.
  
  "Xanthe!" The girl latching on to the black haired girl who had been called Xanthe, the female batted her thick eyelashes before listening to the bouncy girl go off in a long, long, bit of conversation upon what had happened in only the two hours of the club being open tonight. Xanthe shook her head softly, black and white striped shirt showing off the curves of her upper torso, and occasionally allowing a peek of the red lace material underneath that held her chest, by such an appearance she looked normal. . Well, besides on the occasion when her lips were an unusual red color, it was simply blamed on lipstick or something else of the manner, grinning to herself at the thought as she served another drink; One of numerous more to come.[/list:u]

 

[Lucid_M]

Donovan slid out of one of the rooms, the dank, grimy hall a stark contrast to the stifling warmth that had engulfed the room. He adjusted his almost exaggerated jawline, his pouty lower lip jutting out slightly in the expression. Attempting to close the door, he found a severed finger was in the way. Donovan bit his lip and nudged it out of the way before properly closing the door and making his way down the hall. No one had spotted him, thankfully.
Such crimes were committed often in the club, hell, it was welcomed sometimes. The owners themselves partook in the delicious sins and as such, had an entire crew committed to cleaning up the blood and disturbing corpses. Heading down the hall, the low click of iron-tipped boots could be heard. Donovan slid his hands into the pockets of his tattered and stained cargo pants, pulling out an MP3 player and making sure he had the USB cable on him. He made his way across the club, past the latex waitresses and sex workers. Making his way up the spiral staircase and into the glass box, a mess of wires and screens that overlooked the massive area of the club in general. He tapped the DJ on the shoulder, allowing the man to leave before sitting down himself in the seat and hooking up his player.
Next time you open your mouth- The violent voice shrieked over the low, shocking electronic riffs.
Donovan pulled a gas mask on, the straps and belts on it matching those of his armless top. Tattoos ran down his slightly muscled arms, showing wires of all sorts, cords and tangles.
I'll put my fist down your throat. So deep you cannot swallow. I'll make your body hollow.

 

[detox__]

• The immortal found herself pouring another drink, her senses found themselves wrapping around that of what generally would have made a vampire uncomfortable and vice verse, however, her eyes leading themselves up to the glass box, there was no reaction. There was something about this man in particular, besides the fact that his smell was evidently stronger than others which went hand in hand with him not being a human, though there was something about the aura he possessed and the way people spoke of him as though he were an omniscient presence that made her smile. He was a psychopath, as the female who worked beside her had stated time and time again when the question of the DJ was brought up, not by Xanthe of course but by the chance of a human being curious. Of course, most lost that curiosity out of the fear when hearing that he was a little lost in his mind, which truthfully made her wonder what they were doing here if not to be asking for the ones with a few screws loose. Parting her full lips to blow out a soft breath of air that was not heard at all under the shriek of the voice and the sound of agitated music, the female decided it better to turn her mind off from the so called insane DJ and focus on more important things; Tonight's meal, for instance.[/list:u]

 

[Lucid_M]

"Evening." Donovan said quite suddenly from behind her a few hours later. The gunshot beat looping, with the interjection of a verse of lyrics every once in awhile. His voice was deep, commanding and slightly muffled from the mask. Donovan's glaring eyes could almost be seen through the lens of it, one bright green, the other a shocking amber. He grew closer, forcefully taking her face into her hands, his fingers squeezing down on her cheek as he examined the exaggerated makeup and punkish hairstyle. Donovan looked her over, apparently very pleased at what he saw.
"You're quite lovely, but a bit flat for my taste." He groped one of her breasts roughly, fingerless gloves were on his hands. Regardless, she could feel the surprising, shaking strength within the hand.

 

[detox__]

• Though she hadn't taken witness to how he had gotten behind her, she had heard him linger there for a short amount of time before speaking up, having paid him no truthful attention until he spoke. The other bartender having gone to the bathroom, her brow raised only slightly as he crossed the short distance and roughly took her face into his hand, eyes now narrowed in return. Now, it had been a few hours since she had decided to put off her hunger, though being just a bit annoyed by having her face snatched up in such a manner did not help the hunger, eyes flashing with a momentary color change of red. The other returning and pausing at the entrance behind the bar, the girl made a slight face and turned on her heels as though to say 'Not even going there.' leaving Xanthe and Donovan to their activities. One of her hands gripping at his wrist and snatching his hand away from her face, "Don't put your disgusting hands on me." And almost as though on a cue his opposite hand grabbed at one of her breasts, the shock not enough to cause a wince though enough for her hunger to flare up again, letting him have his feel of her so called 'flat'ness before pushing this hand away as well. [/list:u]