PsionicCuttlefish
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2012
To any looking to read this RP, it will include the following themes/content (may be updated as RP develops):
-Modern time, humans, shy virgin male character, dominating experienced female character, slow buildup, one night stand, vanilla sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, 69
Music pulsed and lights flashed, illuminating and animating the convulsing bodies on the dance floor of the Niteshade Nightclub. It was well after dark, and the party was in full swing, from the bar to the dance floor to even the rooms of the next-door motel. Everyone present was having fun. But, somewhere in the Niteshade Nightclub was something that shouldn't be; someone not having fun.
Around the bar and eating area, at the far end of the bar table in a lonesome corner sat one particular patron. He wasn't that much to look at; tall-ish around six feet, but thin and lanky, like a toothpic, with skin that was maybe a few shades too pale to be normal. Adorning his body were fairly ordinary loose jeans, and a T-shirt embalzoned with the latest techno band.
Jason sipped his most certainly non-alchoholic lemonade and sighed. How did he get dragged into this again? Oh right, one of his 'friends' was having his birthday party with all the other 'friends', and after months and months of heckling, the normally-reclusive Jason was dragged along with them on the grounds that he 'really needed rock a real party'. Go figure, after most of them had downed their first glass of beer, they all left for skirt-chasing throughout the cavernous nightclub anyway, which Jason had most definitely not followed. He considered himself more thought-out than that.
Jason took another sip, and tensed up his shoulders as a gaggle of tipsy college studants stumbled by him. He hated crowds, and noise. Hated them so much. They always made him feel trapped, cornered, so many people so close, and the utter chaos of the noise did a good job of keeping any real coherent thoughts from his head. Why hadn't he left already? Oh yeah, he had gotten a ride with his 'friends' out here, and couldn't get home without them. So, he had no choice but to wait until his friends had partied their livers out into the wee hours of the morning for his ride home. Until then, he simply had to endure...for hours.
The bartender had shaken his head when he served the nonalcoholic beverage to the post-teenager who obviously didn't belong. Well, at least his type was the only kind guaranteed not to make more work for the bouncers; unconciously hunched in a protective posture over his drink as if someone was going to snatch it from him, eyes constantly darting back and forth as if looking for the exits or incoming threats, not making eye contact with anyone, rooted in the same place since he got here, hardly spoken a single word beyond his order, and keeping his head bowed down low 'inconspicuosly'. All Jason wanted was to survive the night in peace...though fate would not deign to comply with him this time. Although, the disturbance to his peace wouldn't be what Jason was expecting...
-Modern time, humans, shy virgin male character, dominating experienced female character, slow buildup, one night stand, vanilla sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, 69
Music pulsed and lights flashed, illuminating and animating the convulsing bodies on the dance floor of the Niteshade Nightclub. It was well after dark, and the party was in full swing, from the bar to the dance floor to even the rooms of the next-door motel. Everyone present was having fun. But, somewhere in the Niteshade Nightclub was something that shouldn't be; someone not having fun.
Around the bar and eating area, at the far end of the bar table in a lonesome corner sat one particular patron. He wasn't that much to look at; tall-ish around six feet, but thin and lanky, like a toothpic, with skin that was maybe a few shades too pale to be normal. Adorning his body were fairly ordinary loose jeans, and a T-shirt embalzoned with the latest techno band.
Jason sipped his most certainly non-alchoholic lemonade and sighed. How did he get dragged into this again? Oh right, one of his 'friends' was having his birthday party with all the other 'friends', and after months and months of heckling, the normally-reclusive Jason was dragged along with them on the grounds that he 'really needed rock a real party'. Go figure, after most of them had downed their first glass of beer, they all left for skirt-chasing throughout the cavernous nightclub anyway, which Jason had most definitely not followed. He considered himself more thought-out than that.
Jason took another sip, and tensed up his shoulders as a gaggle of tipsy college studants stumbled by him. He hated crowds, and noise. Hated them so much. They always made him feel trapped, cornered, so many people so close, and the utter chaos of the noise did a good job of keeping any real coherent thoughts from his head. Why hadn't he left already? Oh yeah, he had gotten a ride with his 'friends' out here, and couldn't get home without them. So, he had no choice but to wait until his friends had partied their livers out into the wee hours of the morning for his ride home. Until then, he simply had to endure...for hours.
The bartender had shaken his head when he served the nonalcoholic beverage to the post-teenager who obviously didn't belong. Well, at least his type was the only kind guaranteed not to make more work for the bouncers; unconciously hunched in a protective posture over his drink as if someone was going to snatch it from him, eyes constantly darting back and forth as if looking for the exits or incoming threats, not making eye contact with anyone, rooted in the same place since he got here, hardly spoken a single word beyond his order, and keeping his head bowed down low 'inconspicuosly'. All Jason wanted was to survive the night in peace...though fate would not deign to comply with him this time. Although, the disturbance to his peace wouldn't be what Jason was expecting...