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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 28 2007, 11:54 AM (352 Views) | |
| Paige | Feb 28 2007, 11:54 AM Post #1 |
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Calming Kunstler
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Paige hadn't known the Cafe was in Anarchisten territory when she had taken the afternoon gig. But she had figured it out just as soon as she had walked through the front doors fo the cafe. She had been tempted just to turn around and walk back out. The brutes of the Anachristen clan not only turned her stomach but scared her. Before she could walk back out though the manager recognized her. She was after all the only one with a guitar strapped to her back, she was sure no Anarchisten would be caught dead with one unless it held weapons. With a leer he showed her the small stage and told her not to expect a concert setting she was just background music. They were tryinng to bring in more of a mixed clientele. (re: More Humans) At least during the dinner rush. They too needed to make money. So Paige had sat on her stool and played haunting balads. Throwing in more then on cover of evanescense so at least she wasn't completely booed of the stage. She was taking one of her last breaks. Drinking a glass of water at t he egde of the counter. *Just one more 45 minute set then you can take your money and get out of her. Just think about the music. Get lost in your music.* She told herself as she lubed her vocal chords with the water, wishing more that it had been that delightfully spry girl from the CLub Haven opening. She had slid down her throat so well. |
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| Drucilla Damonica | Feb 28 2007, 02:22 PM Post #2 |
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She had wondered into the rough, yet comfortable cafe to grab a bite to eat. Even though food didn't have the effect it used to she still highly enjoyed the process of eating, and tasting deliciuose tidbits, she liked the habit of it. She had seen the sign as she was driving by in her new black grand am, bought in cash with the tips she was now making from her new job at the Insurgency, and had decided to stop in and check the place out. She wasn't at all dissapointed with the decoration or atmosphere of the place, in fact it was practically cozy. She found a seat near the far side of the room in a dark booth within perfect viewing distance of the stage. She was dressed in her usual style with green army fatiques, a black Slayer t-shirt, and her trusty black combat boots, wallet chain and all, she wore three silver chains around her neck, and silver captive bead hoops with hemitite beads trailed up her ears until there wasn't anymore room for more metal. Drucilla needed a little bit of time to clear her head and get things straight. When she had first moved to Detriot it was to perfect to find that the very man who had killed her brother also lead the local clan of her bloodline. All she had thought about since was revenge, though in the back of her mind she wondered if she were over reacting, perhaps it really had been an accident like everyone said. Her thoughts were cut off as an attractive waiter with long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, approached her table setting a menu in front of her and asking for her drink order. " Um, do you have italian soda's?" She asked figuring they didn't but hoping she would luck out, and she did be cause he replied right away. " Yes we do, here is a list of our flavors." He pointed to a list on the back of the menu. Drucilla smiled up at him with her most doe eyed look, he reaked of pure anarchisten male blood, and to her that scent was simply intoxicating, her blood already was running warmer just from the vamps presence. " I'll take a cherry soda please." She ordered trying to look as attractive as possible while doing so. |
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| Paige | Feb 28 2007, 02:45 PM Post #3 |
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Calming Kunstler
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Paige cut her break short wanting to just be done, collect her money and be out of here. She moved back onto the stool bringing her guitar over and strapping it on she started with a slow quiet version of Lithium. She didn't use a mic but still her voice carried to every corner of the cafe, though it wasn't overpowering it was there. Her voice whispered to every customer as she sang. She kept her head down and made eye contact with no one. Pretending she had to keep her eyes on her fingers to play the guitar. SHe could sense them. There were Vamps in here and she didn't want to start a fight. |
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