In the Thickest Darkness [Cannibalistickisses and Me]

[ForeverMischievous]

The heavy music of the bar itself, was enough to intoxicate most. Yet liqure and illegal pills, had the more hardened enhanced, on a night such as this. It was Friday night, the night most night ravens left their comfortable homes, to indulge in darker acts, that only the night could shroud. This usually meant plenty of alcohol, drugs and sex. But not to one participant. To this man, it meant hunting. His green eyes stared in the direction his slow steps moved him, the left glass eye marveling with many colors, yet the most dominant a dark red hint. This caused his eyes to shine off the blitz of the lights in the bar, when ever they hit it directly. He wore a black shirt and black jeans, both fairly ripped and torn, clearly used for many years. On his neck a tribal Tattoo, stretched all the way to the mid of his right chin, and down his right arm as well, reaching his hands.
As he reached the bar, a spot was opened as a few people walked away. Seemingly because he arrived, but that only being speculations. Once the tall, strong build man, reached the counter, he rested his elbows against it, giving the bartender a stare, that was returned with a discreet nod, before he continued taking care of costumers. The tall man did not place an order, not did he want one. His nights where dark and twisted enough, without the intoxication of alcohol.
He turned around, moving his eyes around the dance floor, searching for his victim. He had followed her for many weeks now, always planning each scheme carefully, before striking. He knew, the woman he had followed, often spend her time here on Fridays. Being part of the 'youth' today, almost forced this upon her. Such a simple state of mind. All they had to do, was follow these guidelines, to become like everyone else. Yet she wasn't like everyone else. She was his.

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

She never really knew why she came to this place time and time again. Every friday no matter what the reasoning her sorry behind was always dragging itself back. Overall the place was dreary more than anything... not to popular yet not small enough to be considered some ranky dank hole in the wall either. The same people more or less poured in an out, typically slathering their platte with a drug cocktail power enough to knock out even the mightiest if junkies. If not the drugs then most drank until they fell into each other's arms or sometimes the floor.

Anya supposed somewhere she wanted the chance for something new to happen. A Bar brawl.. an o.d. something to wash away the blandness of her everyday life.... Something to occur in an instant where she had to chose a choice or the other; life or death.

The woman gave way to sigh as she dipped back within her chair. With a girlish pout she drew a hand to her cheek, nudging forward the milky flesh as to emphasize her dire boredom. "This has got to be the most awful place.... Her voice softly muttered while beginning to somewhat slump over the bar, face veiled by falling ebone tresses. Anya gave the pesky locks an irritated blow.

[Sucky post. Sorry but I'm uber rusty. And my brain is semi dead.]

 

[ForeverMischievous]

The emotionless eyes, slowly drifted towards the woman by the bar, a few people from him. His head tilted, his eyes narrowing as he observed her. That was it. She, was his target. The one he had been waiting for. And she'd been there for a while. Good. Then boredom might've taken over. Possibly leaving her more sustainable to manipulation. Boredom and curiosity, could often effect a clear mind. And obvious choice. And turn ones reply to this choice, into one less thought through. Giving him a bigger chance, for an easy success. He would have her, one way or another. But should she accept the drink he'd offer her, and thereby drink the pill, her mind would be opened for his presence, and he would almost be able to make her walk over the edge of a tall building. He chuckled softly as his own wicked thoughts, before he looked to the bartender, tapping the table a few times. The nod was returned, and he mixed a few drinks, giving him two glasses. He reached one hand into a pocket, bringing out a tiny, homemade, pill that he dropped into one of the glasses, letting it dissolve, before taking the other glass.
He walked towards the young woman with a soft grin, before desolving it to a smile of interest, as he made his way besides her, so he stood by her right side. On his way, he pushed another guy standing close by, before he rested his tattoo'ed arm upon the bar. "Ey, watch it!" The guy he had pushed said. The tall bulky figure turned his gaze back towards the young man who had complained, the tall tattooed figure turned his gaze. As he did, the left eye swirled unrealistic in it's socket, before turning bright red for a few seconds, before standing still again. The young man, disgusted and slightly intimidated, turned back to the bar, ignoring the man. The reaction of the tall mans eye, had been shrouded for Anya, not wanting to scare her off, more then his intimidating figure might. His eyes then moved back to her, offering the drink, containing the pill's essence. "You seem bored." He said, with a soft grin. The drink wasn't a 'girly' one. It was fairly rough, yet not one that would kick down anyone. But one, no one should have too many of, the same night.