Dancing & Rain[closed]
Jun 29, 2007 17:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2007 17:30:35 GMT -5
Closed for Ephiram
The city welcomes all with two tall pillars with two stone Siberian tigers staring down upon all with their protectful snarls. People walk through into the tall buildings, in a city that never takes a rest. The hustle and bustle of people echoes into the stores, both antique and modern. Lights fill the night streets, the nightclubs welcome all, the cool raining evening urges people to rush inside to the loud music. People dress in outfits of all sorts, from tuxes to miniskirts, to just a ratty pair of jeans.
Don’t let anything let you down on such a night as this, so much can knock you down and keep you down on nights like this, but you have to try and get past it. Every nightclub has its ups and downs, peoples hearts can be broken, people can make drastic mistakes, the only thing you have to do is ignore anything that could go wrong.
This is why it’s always best to go alone, no one knows who you are, where you came from, or if you could place a punch right in their face to knock them out.
The city welcomes all with two tall pillars with two stone Siberian tigers staring down upon all with their protectful snarls. People walk through into the tall buildings, in a city that never takes a rest. The hustle and bustle of people echoes into the stores, both antique and modern. Lights fill the night streets, the nightclubs welcome all, the cool raining evening urges people to rush inside to the loud music. People dress in outfits of all sorts, from tuxes to miniskirts, to just a ratty pair of jeans.
Don’t let anything let you down on such a night as this, so much can knock you down and keep you down on nights like this, but you have to try and get past it. Every nightclub has its ups and downs, peoples hearts can be broken, people can make drastic mistakes, the only thing you have to do is ignore anything that could go wrong.
This is why it’s always best to go alone, no one knows who you are, where you came from, or if you could place a punch right in their face to knock them out.
A large group of seemingly 25-year-old men and women entered the closest nightclub as if they were a group of 20-year-olds sneaking in with their fake IDs, their giggles echoed farther then anyone wished them to. The streets were closed off for those teenagers that wished they were 21, a group of bouncers stood at the end of the street to take IDs and make sure no one got into the designated party street that wasn’t allowed. A few teenagers with their fake IDs had gotten by, it was no doubt, but now that they were in it was probably true that they wouldn’t be caught. The lights flashed through the beginning of the dark night, each light competing for more attention over the next.
Artemis had prepped herself up for a night that people would say someone would never forget, she didn’t think she would forget it, but so far she wasn’t feeling like it would stand out, except for the bright lights that might burn a hole in her brain. The lines to get into various clubs, restaurants, and bars seemed to only grow beyond the lengths of the street. Various stores were still open for those who wished to cool off from the crowds and do a little late night shopping, people didn’t seem to be going any farther then the clubs though because of the rain. People clung to the walls, hiding below the canopies.
Looking out from behind the glass window of a shop claiming to be for tourists, she watched the lines slowly move, people running out of the rain and into various places. Artemis had her arms crossed, her umbrella hitting her hip every few seconds, she brushed her hair back and headed to the front door. She pushed it open and ducked under the canopy quickly to open her umbrella in order to avoid getting wet. Her black and white plaid, with a little frill on the bottom, skirt lay against her thighs, a little shorter then she was used to. Her black tank top had a small ruffle on both the bottom and the sleeves, and for the first time just about ever she was wearing small heels. The black of her outfit, blending with her hair, made her snow white skin stand out.
The bright purple umbrella covered her head, and she shivered for the fact she hadn’t anticipated it to be this cold, so her coat was left at her twelfth floor apartment room. Artemis walked out into the cold rain, squeezing herself into the center of the umbrella space, trying to get out of the way of any breeze thrown rain. Her heels tapped softly as she jumped over a small puddle in the center of the road. Because the road was blocked off for the night there were no cars to worry about, no cars to run over anyone, whoever had this idea was bright now no drunk people could walk out into the center of the road to get themselves run over.
Artemis felt free, her back able to move back and forth, side to side, without being restrained by bandages wrapped around her chest, trying to heal the gashes on her back where she once had a pair of large wings, but now the gashes were beginning to heal after months and she was able to just put two large bandages, instead of wraps. The flashing lights of the nearest nightclub attracted her attention as she looked at the closest line, the longest line of the three main night clubs. A few smaller clubs, most likely for swing or jazz, welcomed a smaller crowd, which seemed to welcome Artemis, but they really wouldn’t have the experience that most people got to have, and which Artemis wanted to experience as well.
The line consisted of about 50 people, but it seemed to be moving faster then one would expect. The two men at the front protecting the entrance and opening and closing the door looked over each ID. A group of about five people were trying to make a dance party just outside of the door while the waited to get inside, the rumble of the music echoed outside. The people couldn’t seem to get many other’s attention though because of the rain, and many people had spent plenty of money on their outfits getting them wet was not on their agenda. Artemis’ toes tapped as she stood at the back of the line, watching one of the guys doing a small break dancing routine in the rain, he didn’t care if he got wet, and Artemis liked that. Why people would care so much wasn’t relevant to her, but maybe it was just because she had never been that into what these people were into. She would have jumped right into that group of people dancing if she knew any of them.
Her leather gloved hand gripped the handle of the umbrella as she tapped a finger against her thigh. The beat of the song screamed out techno, and Artemis could only wish that the line would go a little faster. Artemis leaned herself against the wall as she awaited the line to move forward. Her foot continued to tap slightly, the clicking just in range to be heard over the rain. She put her umbrella down and closed it for while she was underneath of the canopy.
Artemis watched the small group of people continue to dance, no one seeming to join them.