Durst Whitright: "No every thing is true" *he says with a smile* "even false things. I can see what you are saying but through teaching you are influencing there choice and pushing your truth as the bigger truth." *he says with a smile* "Its just a debatable point so please dont take offense"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shakes her head* No, only if you try to teach it as the truth. Me i am more to educating people to the possabilities and the varity the world has to offer. Not to mentioning telling them to seek other answers and research on their own, then take what they have learned and make up their own minds about stuff.*smiles a bit with the slightest shake of her head* The only truth is there is no one truth and the big diffrence between us and the trads or even the union is we don't believe in a single way. In fact it is a huge no no to attempt to mimic anothers arts. Instead we teach, listen, and learn from each other and then take what you have gotten and make it your own.

Durst Whitright: "So what makes you so diffrent from my house" *he says with a smile* "Except for you limit those who wish to learn by not allowing them to mimic if they so chose. To me teaching is, no matter how careful you are to avoid it, a way of spreading what you beleive through your grid to others. I do the same thing so im not accusing you of anything just trying to show that there isnt as much of a diffrences as you would beleive"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Simple, we only make a offer. We don't seek out people and then tell them this is how things work. Instead we say the world is a mystery, if you want I will tell you what works for me if you share what works for you. Then we take that knowledge and adapt it to our own personaly ways, we never proffesor no believe in a single way. *thinks a moment* Let me explain it this way, all hermetics have smiliar views not exact but similiar, all cultist have smiliar views ect. Amoung us you will find those using computers, those doing pagan rites or music or even childrens books. It all works and we all work togther and all views are seen and treated as valued as the next. In fact we respect diversity and new leaps of doing things totally and drasticly diffrent, which often comes from so many diffrent views all sharing and all believing in each other.

Durst Whitright: "You see that in the Hermetics all the time, especially among the house I belong to." *he says with a smile* "but I didnt come here to argue with you about whos way is better especially since there is only Eris's way which is all ways"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *rolls her eyes at the last bit of what he says, opens her mouth to say something then shakes her head* Ok, your right best not to have this discussion most likely.

Durst Whitright: "Have you read the book i gave you" *he says with a smile* "Look all im saying is this, your patriatism towards your group is the same as the patriotism's the others have towards theres, and when I say Eris's way is all ways, I mean that in the end nothing is diffrent, just diffrent people doing it" *he says with a smile* "But if you choose to believe that your way is diffrent then go ahead, becasue that is your right and part of what makes living in this world so much fun. I just dont see what you are saying as any diffrent then what I was taught by hy house, many of us use styles that are not common place among the rest of the order and we do communicate with each other to learn what works for the others, so how is that diffrent?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: I thought you didn't want to debate this? *say with a slender arched brow as he keeps debating it* But since you are still. It is not patriotism towards my group, use I think what we do is diffrent. Why cause i will listen to a hermetic a cultist or anyone else for the exact same reason. Take what they say, twist it to fit my style and then use it. But as you said you use styles not common, not unquie. For use we are all diffrent you could line everyone one of us up and none of us would do things the same way, sure propability says there would be some smiliar but that is just that probalitiy than any desire or teaching.*shrugs slightly taking a drink*

Durst Whitright: *he shrugs a bit* "I see now that all groups are arrogant in some respect" *he says with a smile* "Look my style is mine alone, others in my house may use similar styles but mine is mine, theres is theres. Yes I was taught, but my teacher was more of a guide then a beat me over the head with a book type person you seem to beleive all hermetic teaches to be. You asked me the other day why I didnt use a PDA, and I told you because that was what worked for me" *he says as he takes a drink* "All im saying is that we are very diffrent, but in that we really arnt so diffrent you and I"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *sighs and shakes her head* No I am going by what you said. You said you used uncommon not unique ways. So yes to me that suggested that you share similiar manners with others that follow your path. If you think what I said is arrogent.*shrugs* Thats your call, I don't think ours is the only way cause I don't believe their is a single way.

Durst Whitright: "Its not what you said that was arrogant, its the disdain you seem to hold for others and there ways that I see as arrogant, but then again I could be wrong" *he says with a smile*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: I have disdain for any that pawn or force their views on others. Do i think all those in the traditions do it? *shakes her head no* No but I have seen it first hand often enough. Here is a example in this city not long ago, there was a young girl that was just awakening and was confused and scared. Some of the locals wanted to grab her and keep her and teach her the right ways of magic. Basicly hold her against her will till she excepted what they thought she should. That is just one recent example of something I have seen so yeah those kinds of attitudes I have disdain for and they seem all to common. But no I don't think all members of a tradition is like that.

Durst Whitright: "You see its the fact you use generalities that gets me, when Im angry at a group Im usually angry at the individuals within it, and dont make a broad stroke and call them the trads, or the darklings" *he says with a shrug* "But then again I admit I could be wrong"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Let me put it another way, I don't like the catholic chruch. I don't have a problem with the individuals that are catholics unless they give me a reason too. But I don't agree with the public actions or tatics of the chruch. Same with the trads.

Durst Whitright: "Okay I can see that" *he says with a smile* "you know this debate has been a rather fun one" *he says with a laugh*

: (up for more?)

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs slightly* I actually try to avoid them, cause they almost never end well and they all to often inflame things. *downs the rest of her Zombie*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((it is a open scene))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((DD for the place lurker just as a FYI... *The Inferno Club is a premier dance club catering to the collage crowd 18+. It is a large brick building, the faint bass can be felt outside. The doors are red leather outlined in wrought black iron. Once inside the club has a hellish appearance, many red lights, smoking rising up from several areas around the club, A great deal of exposed steal and iron is the main decoration of the club. Video screens play a variety of images in the vein of the image of the club, the dance floor is sunk nearly 10 feet below the catwalk around it, where the bars and tables are. Pounding techno dance music blast out of the speakers while a withering mass of people dance on the dance floor below. The Bathrooms are unisex.*))

: ((dance club?))

Abbey Randelle: (gotcha)

Durst Whitright: *he smiles at her* "well if you dont debate then you will never find the flaws in your own arguements so i try to debate as often as possible" *he says with a smile to her* "but I will refrain if it makes you uncomfortable"

Abbey Randelle: *she glides gracfeully in the door.. with the tawdry following she was getiing.. it was becoming difficult to find a place to dance without being bothered. this place had its appeal she supposed. the right music at the very least.. though she would have to deal with college students. how horribly plain. adelicate white hand comes to the strap of the thin case strung down her back, as she appraises her surroundings from the door, a shock of white in the dark*

Abbey Randelle: 2,4,6,4,

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Oh debating is just fine. But this is like debating religion it is a matter of faith and believe and there is no flaws in it. You have to truely believe or it won't work. *takes a drag off her cigarette and flicks her ashes in the ash tray*

Durst Whitright: "im debateing your beleifs and I havent heared you debate mine we have been debating structures in which there are always fkaws" *he says with a smile* "Show me someone who has built a prefect house and I will show you somthing that isnt there"

Durst Whitright: ((oops that should read "im not"))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: That cause I don't believe in questioning another persons believes. I might ask about them and why they think that but more out of curiousity than to debate it with them.

Abbey Randelle: *yes. this place had speakers. as such.. she would be able to get awaaaaay from the squirming cretins on the dance floor. a slight smile as she moves towards her destination, anyone foolish enough not to acknowledge their superiour by getting out of her way is lightly tread upon, with a polite murmer of excuse me*

Durst Whitright: "neither do I, because that is an argument that no one learns from" *he says with a smile*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Yeah... *glances around a moment, before looking back his way*

Durst Whitright: *Tips back his beer and finishes it* "So can I buy you a drink now?" *he says with a smile*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Sure, another Zombie.

Durst Whitright: *he smiles to her as he gets up and walks towards the bar*

Abbey Randelle: *she swings up onto the speaker with delicate grace, atop it easily as she pauses, waiting for a song to begin*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *when he heads off she checks her phone for messages or txt message again. Holds off on another cigarette for the moment and takes a moment to check around the action going on around them*

Durst Whitright: 9,2,2,5,

Durst Whitright: *When he gets to the bar he buys himself another beer and Roxy another Zombie and turns around just in time to see Abbey get up on the speaker*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She moves on through the front door, taking a look around as she does with a little more then her usual coyote grin...a lot more, actually. She's in rare form tonight, a snarky little look on her face as she glances around the club. "Cute," she says with a light chuckle, and she moves on past the door.

Abbey Randelle: *As the song blares out from the speaker she begins to move, hoping to push away at the stresses following her, and just let the music take her*

Erika Bremer: * She enters from off the streets and pays whatever cover that there might be. Then she makes her way out onto the dance floor. *

Abbey Randelle: 3,5,5,6,3,4,10,5,

Abbey Randelle: 4,

Erika Bremer: ( Color )

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: DD: A woman walks by, drawing the attention of many of the nearby men, and some of the women. Standing at 5’9” and a touch under her ideal weight at 125 pounds, her dusky skin and ebony hair, which falls freely to her mid-back, indicates Hispanic blood, possibly mixed with Native American. Her body is lithe, the kind many women would kill for, and well-proportioned underneath her black leather pants and matching tank-top. A brown duster and knee-high steel-toed Doc Martins complete the ensemble. Her eyes are a smoky brown, filled with a mischievous humor. Around her neck is a necklace, a simple thing of an unpolished Rose Quartz on a silver chain. She walks along, seemingly oblivious of others around her, excepting a casual appraising glance at the men around. She gives off an aura akin to a playful predator, on the hunt for something to bat around.

Abbey Randelle: (dif 4, so.. 7 sux)

Erika Bremer: * The girl is short and sweet with a definite jail bait appeal. Standing just over five feet tall and with just enough curves in the right places to make one wonder if she is in her late teens or just trying to look like she is. Coal black hair hangs to just past her shoulders and is shot through with red streaks. Bright pink lips stand out in contrast to her creamy white complexion and her eyes are a lazy gray in color. The brows are trimmed pencil thin and arch slightly when her brows raise. two thirds of the way up her right arm there is a armband tattoo covering all of the colors of the rainbow and on the inside of the left arm there is another Tattoo showing the head of Woody Woodpecker. She is dressed in a Red PVC dress that hangs just a few inches below her butt. A silver choaker encircles her slim neck and small silver rings adorn each finger. Black silk thigh-highs cover her shaply legs and are held up with garters. Cute leather pumps on her feet. *

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((current DD for the new commers... *A very attractive teen girl with a pale complexion, just under average height with a petite frame curved just enough in all the right places. Short raven black hair hangs just past her chin, dyed with red, blue, blonde, green and purple streaks, purple bangs frame her face. A cigarette is often found dangling between her cherry red lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow, highlights her brilliant green eyes. Wearing a black stretch polyester skirt with lace trim , with sheer black stockings and a pair of black mid-calf spirit boots on a 3 inch stiletto heels with laces and straps, with silver skull buckles. A sheer black long sleeved top over a black bra, shows off her bellybutton ring. Around her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it resting in the hollow of her throat.* (( http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=25 ))

Durst Whitright: *Durst begins tomove back towards the table with the drinks held above his head, when he gets there he sets one down infront of Roxy and the other next to his two empty bottles*

Durst Whitright: ((Wow so there are a buch of pretty women and one geek *G*))

Abbey Randelle: *people.. put down their drinks. others stop dancing entirely. Abbey moves like liquid moonlight, stretching and spinning, up on a single toe as she spins effortlessly on her precarious perch above the masses.. her body.. shouldn't move like that.. the thin white wisp of a girl expressing an infinite sadness and desperation she likely doesn't know she has as she moves perfectly discordant to the thumping beat. if she'd been hoping to remain low key.. she'd failed magnificently,*

Durst Whitright: ((current DD as well)) DD Durst is 6'2 with fiery red hair that is currently spiked. His eyes are a beautiful blue that sparkle in the light. He is wearing a red sleeveless shirt, which clearly show his tattoo on his left arm of a circle with a flame in it, on top of a pair of black denim jeans.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *smiles to him and sips her drink when he sets it down in front of her*

Abbey Randelle: (if in need of abbey's. ping)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head a little and tromps on over to the bar, moving past a couple bois with WAAAAY too much love for Andrew Eldritch. She slides some cash over to the 'tender and gets a Corona, turning around and scanning the club. Kids are such fun to people-watch with, these days.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: 10,2,2,10,4,9,

Erika Bremer: * She dances with the crowd, ignoring any speaker dances and just having fun. *

Durst Whitright: *Durst remains standing and takes a drink as he watches Abbey dance* "Who would of thought that she could move like that" *he says to himself as Abbey dances*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances in the direction of the suken dance floor, even standing up to get a better look to see what Durst is talking about*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: 10,2,2,7,5,

Abbey Randelle: *the only thing the icy porcelion creature lacks.. aside from color.. is the mobility she would have were it not for that looong case down her back.. cause for speculation perhaps. white hair wisping about her face as she moves, a picture of innocence in white, she radiates it*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Whoa...Abbey can dance. Who'da thunk it? She watches the white thing move to the music with an amused, slightly surprised grin, and takes a sip of the cerveza, noting the others around as well.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *See's abbey, sure she dances nice but so does fire before it burns your house down. Thinks she maybe spots someone else on the dance floor as well but hard to be sure. Takes a big drink of the Zombie*

Abbey Randelle: *once the song fades into another, and the Dj makes some comment that goes unnoticed by the girl on the speaker.. she opens cold grey eyes, face calm as she surveys the crowd. where was the bar.. her temples were damp. she required water. a glance to the cretins watching her from below. water and mace*

Durst Whitright: *Durst takes another drink before he sits back down* "Wow I didnt know that Abbey could dance like that, she seemed so prim and proper when I met her" *he says with a smile to Roxy* "but all and all she seemed pretty nice"

Erika Bremer: * After a few songs she stops to catch her breath and makes her way to the bar. As soon as her bottled water is delivered she takes a long drink, then holds it to her forehead to cool off. *

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *glances in Durst direction when he says Abbey is nice but doesn't comment, then her eyes gaze back over the club a bit, taking another drink of her zombie*

Abbey Randelle: 4,8,1,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She grins a tad as she watches the crazy little sword-wielding uber-dancer scan over the club, and nods to her if/when the other's eyes fall on her.

Durst Whitright: *He smiles at Roxy as he takes another drink* "this place in pretty interesting all and all" *he says with a smile to Roxy*

Abbey Randelle: *nope. no one she knows. which suits her fine. she'd prefer it that way.. afterall.. look at this establishment. she slips gracefully from her perch, breezing past a kohl eyed metrosexual who thinks he has a chance.. rather full of himself.. the engagement ring on her hand doing nothing to deter him. she runs her fingers along her blade case. perhaps she'd been born a centuary too late. noblity was not given their proper due. she moves towards the bar, pointed chin high*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shrugs her shoulder slightly* It's ok, not exactly my kind of place but it's ok.

Erika Bremer: * Then she turns away from the bar and makes her way around the outside of the floor. Looking for a place to get off her feet for a few moments. *

Durst Whitright: *He smiles to her* "well no place like this is really my kind of place but I think that I am staring to like them more and more. Thank you for bringing me here"

Durst Whitright: 8,7,3,2,

Durst Whitright: *As Durst eyes walk over the crowd of people they finally fall on Erika* "hey Roxy isnt that your girlfrined over there?" *he says with a smile to her as he motions in Erikas direction with his drink*

Erika Bremer: 8,1,5,10,2,

Abbey Randelle: *She moves to take a seat on some of the free stools between Reyna amd the Others. murmering politely to the bartender. water. yes. water. thank you*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *turns in looks in the direction Durst points and once she is sure it is Erika she grins and waits till she looks this direction then waves a bit to get her attetion* Well you actually came on your own I just told you about it.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks over to Abbey and grins to her. "Hola. Long time no see, Abbey. How've you been?"

Erika Bremer: * The booth and seats are just a little too dark to really make out who is siting in them. She keeps looking. *

Durst Whitright: "Well I came here only to see you, and by the way you still owe me for the information" *he says with a wink to her*

Abbey Randelle: *cool eyes slip across the dancefloor. she crosses her legs. folds her hands in her lap primly. perfectly polite. Reyna's voice startles her. so close. her eyes flick razor sharp.. before her chin raises and she relaxes in increments. a polite smile* Miss Reiruno. A pleasure. I have been well. and yourself?

Erika Bremer: * Then she smiles at the waving, making her way to where the two of them are siting. *

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *sits back down and nods slightly to Durst with a slight smile* yeah I know and I know. *then when Erika gets close the smile blossoms into a full blow grin, once Erika is close enough she reachs out for the other girls hand and pulls her over and onto her lap* You remember Durst don't you boo?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Meh. Been better." Her eyes go up and to the right, considering a moment.. "I maaaaay have been worse...not positive. Possibly." A littler shrug. "Years that end in 'five' officially suck."

Erika Bremer: " Heya boo. " * She says as she is pulled into the other girls lap. Then she looks over at Durst. * " Yeah I remember him. "

Durst Whitright: *Durst looks to Erika and smiles* "How are you this lovely evening?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *wraps one arm around Erika's waist while the other picks up the Zombie so she can take a drink* So what you been up too tonight?

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head. the woman was in a bad way. understandable. a certain wariness in the polite albino's demeanor* You are troubled I take it.

Abbey Randelle: *she receives her water, cracking the seal and sipping it slowly, despite her need*

Erika Bremer: * She shrugs and glances back out to the dance floor before answering them both. * " I'm okay. Just decided to get out of the apartment and dance. Work off some of the fat from Daves cooking. "

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I dunno." She tilts her head in that trademark curious way of hers, still grinning as she knocks back some of her beer. "Do I look troubled?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Most of the stuff int he fridge I made. *said with a mock frown* Unless you mean the chili and other stuff like that. Let me finish my drink and we can then go dancing.

Durst Whitright: *Durst smiles at Erika* "Would you like somthing to drink?"

Abbey Randelle: You implied as much. Forgive me. *she murmers, drinking her water quietly. the music having taken a downhill turn for her tastes she purses her lips slightly, capping the water and looking to a young man with such chill placidity that the college boy thinks better of whatever pick up line he was stewing on*

Erika Bremer: * She smiles and holds up the bottle of water. * " No, I am doing okay. Have to make sure that the drunk makes it home. "

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Another light shrug, and a chuckle. "S'okay. So what've you been up to?"

Durst Whitright: *he smiles at Erika as he takes another drink from his beer* "Suit yourself" *he says with a smile* "So do I get two instructors now instead of just one?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Ha... you just want to take advantage of my virtues late. *said with a haughty sniff, downing the restof the zombie*

Erika Bremer: * He brows raise at that. * " Instructors? "

Abbey Randelle: Wedding preparation. Training. a good deal of study *she murmers politely, eyes slipping over the womans face cooly* And yourself? Still in contact with Mr. Dunne I presume? *was she his.. wife.. woman? girlfriend? mistress? no. best to be safe. in contact with.*

Durst Whitright: *He smiles to Erika* "Well Roxy owes me a dancing lesson, by our arangement" *he says with a smile to the girl as he takes another drink from his beer*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: He wanted to learn how to dance. *places the empty glass on the table she slips now both arms around the girls waist in her lap, and kisses the back of her neck thru her hair*

Erika Bremer: * She giggles and kisses Roxy softly. * " If I dont then you know who will. "

Erika Bremer: * SHe shakes her head at that. * " I suck at dancing. I am not going to try to teach anyone. You guys have fun. "

Karlos Basoalto: He slinks in, glancing around quickly, hovering uncertainly by the door.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The slightest momentary twitch of her eyes, before she shakes her head, the grin getting...possibly...wider? "Naah. Lost contact with him when he died."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa meanders to the entrance of the club looking wide eyed in culture shock. Woooooooow.. a hedonistic temple.. I wonder if they'll let me in.. She walks up and takes up a conversation with the doorman "Man.. what is required to gain entrance into this temple?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl wearing any. He dark hair is cropped short, holding a natural wave that frames sharp european cheekbones, accenting her beauty. She dresses in simple garments, generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she believes in.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Well not much to teach just move your body to the rythm of the music.*returns the kiss* And your body moves in such a good rythm

Karlos Basoalto: He moves with a feline sway, slinking to a seat and folding into it.

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow darts up and she inclines her head* I would presumae as much. *she doesn't look terribly concerned. afterall.. he'd died how many times.. he'd be back in some other form t bother her. she's sure. regret tinges her features a moment. the man needed to remain dead.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Oo.. Identification.. she has that.. She rummages around in her bag and hands the man her ID as well as the cover required for such a place. Upon offering the man a warm smile she makes her way into the place, taking in every detail with a strong curiosity.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She notes the regret curiously. "Y'okay?"

Durst Whitright: *Durst stands up and smiles at Roxy* "well are you ready?"

Erika Bremer: * She blushes softly. * " I dance fine on my own. Its when you add other people that it gets dangerous. I really am a klutz. " * She says it loud enough for both to hear over the music. *

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Stepping toward the dancefloor, she gawks at the dancers and gives a tiny wince at the music. What in the world IS that racket..

Abbey Randelle: I am. *she smiles politely, a sip of her water, before she adds the customary* You as well I trust?

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *grins to Erika* Well let me find out, maybe our bodies will naturally just fit togther. *then glances to Durst with and smile and a nod* Yep. *helps Erika up by lifting her off her lap then giving her a little smack on the ass as she stands up herself*

Karlos Basoalto: He sits, and he watches. He looks gaunt, deeply tanned, like he's been staked out in the sun for a fortnight without food.

Erika Bremer: * She downs the rest of the water once she is on her feet then leaves the empty bottle on the table. *

Durst Whitright: ((well ya because of that whole sleep thing Durst is just going to dance with Roxy or Roxy and Erica and then leaves to go home and sleep goodnight all))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((Night Durst-p))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Peachier then a gallon of Snapple." She nods, grooving just a little but, and she looks around the place, curiously.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: 5,4,6,4,2,10,

Abbey Randelle: *she sips idly on her water. glancing over the dancefloor as she smooths a bit of nothing from pristine white clothing*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Starting to move past Karlos, she stops with curious eyes on the man. Wide-eyed from the incoming flush of new stimuli, she asks simply "Man.. Why are you not worshipping Dionysos like the rest of the hedonists?" She blinks with the air of innocence.

Abbey Randelle: 2,3,3,8,

Karlos Basoalto: He retains his good looks, but they've been hardened. Reduced to angles and lines and given an altogether feral, catlike cast. His dark eyes burn, his black hair is unkempt, his suit impeccable as ever.

Karlos Basoalto: He glances up to the woman, murmuring quietly ~Greek~ "I do not know how to dance."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Hmmm...goth sluts headin' to the dance floor with the dork...some wide-eyed chick talking to holy hell it's Karlos.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *then leads Erika and Durst out to the dance floor. Finds a nice little spot to crowd into and begins to move her body to the beat of the music. More just using her natural god given assest to swing, jiggle or sway to the beat of the music than truely dancing.*

Erika Bremer: * She follows the two of them out to the dance floor and tries to hold her own. *

Abbey Randelle: *nope. she notes very little other than whats directly around her. savoring the purity of water on her tongue.. but the heat from the masses was pressing in on her, despite the chill she gives off. a slight frown. she had danced. and now.. now she would leave this ... place *

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks at him, growing excited ~Greek~ "It's easy. Did your family not teach you how?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "What kind of study?" She looks over to Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: *she'd been gathering herslef to leave.. ice waving off her a moment at the hold up as she murmers* Private Study Miss Reiruno. Languages in particular.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *spends a little time dancing with Durst, spends a more dancing with Erika and a bit dancing with any other cute guy or girl that wants to dance with her*

Abbey Randelle: *polite smile*

Karlos Basoalto: ~Greek~ "No. They were not dancers."

Karlos Basoalto: ((Some people from IT seem to be walking around fiddling with people's computers. If I vanish, you know they came and rebooted my PC *G*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She pouts at that "That's aweful.." She extends a hand to the stranger, not thinking anything of it "I can show you.. Like I said it's easy."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahhh. Well, buena suerte, then. Tell Ingvar I said hi." A bashee-like grin to the good n' proper woman, then she looks over to watch Karlos.

Abbey Randelle: Of course. *the bottle left half full on the bar, she stands, delicate white hands moving carefully over her clothing, smoothing any arrogant wrinkles in her satin catsuit. an errant white hair tucekd behind her ear as she inclines her head to reyna* Good Evening miss Reiruno. *the pale creature slips away, moving through the crowd with muted authority, and dissappearing into the night air*

Erika Bremer: * Dances. Nothing inspiring or all that exciting. She seems to be having fun though. *

Karlos Basoalto: He nods, taking her hand and rising slowly. "My name is Karlos," he says, gazing at her intently, as if daring her to call him 'man' again.

Karlos Basoalto -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: (("Hello. My name is Karlos. How would you like to bear my children?"))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Good evening, Miss Randelle." A little, overly dramatic bow to Abbey, and she lets the other leave.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She offers a warm smile "Alyssa." She states, eyeing the man from head to toe. Hmm.. a barbarian.. but a cute one. This will do. She starts walking toward the other dancers, facing Karlos "How long has this temple been in place? It seems highly disorganized.."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *Just gives into enjoying dancing and with who ever wants to dance with her, but making sure to give some attetion to Erika and Durst.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Karlos Basoalto: ((*G*))

Karlos Basoalto: He follows her. "I don't know."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She leads him out to the dancefloor, stopping when she's found a place with enough space for the two of them to move freely. "I generally like to start my movements from here.." She lays a hand on the man's hipbone.. seeming to have no reguard for personal space. As she does, she sways her own hips, in example.

Erika Bremer: * She continues to dance and tries to keep her distance. *

Karlos Basoalto: "So do most people." He drops his eyes, watching her hips. He lifts a hand to rest on her waist, then slowly starts emulating her movements.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans back against the bar, watching Karlos and Alyssa out on the dance floor. Some guy with WAY too much make-up on asks her to dance, and she pauses for just an instant in her mirth, sending him off with a brief glare.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts a proud chin up to the man, rolling the rest of her body to the.. music. Another wince "Is this really the best music the locals can come up with?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *after a few songs of hard core dancing, enough to leave her hot. She heads off the dance floor towards the bar to get some water*

Erika Bremer: * She keeps dancing through another song and then returns to the table that she found Roxy at to cool off. *

Singha -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: (This would have been a good scene to bring Trevor into...you would have liked Rave Trev. *G*)

Karlos Basoalto: He shrugs slightly, finally lifting his head. "I do not care."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: As the goth boi scuttles off, she looks back to the floor, her grin finding its way back to her face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Alas, if only. *G*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Singha: ((Alas, if only. *G*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head up to the man, running her other hand to his hips as she moves with him "You seem unhappy.. Are you alright?"

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *after getting a glass of water heads back over to the table after Durst tells her he has to leave.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A wink goes to Roxy as she stops at the bar, but she says nothing, letting the girl go. Goths are fun to watch for a laugh, usually...less fun to talk to, most of the time.

Karlos Basoalto: "I want to learn to dance. There is someone I love very much, and I would like to be able to dance with him."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *just gave Rey a slight bemussed smile at the wink before heading over to the table where Erika sits*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Her eyes brighten "How wonderful!" She steps back, showing off what few moves that she has, mainly sticking to a traditional pattern, nothing fancy.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: 6,3,2,8,10,

Erika Bremer: * She smiles at Roxy and starts to say something, but then decides now is not the time. *

Karlos Basoalto: He releases her, watching her move, looking for a moment like he wants to pounce on her and eat the flesh from her bones.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *takes a seat in a chair at the table with Erika and notices the opening and then closing of the mouth smiling back to Erika and arching a slender brow* What?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: To that she offers a gentle smile.. taking it as a sign of barbaric interest. She continues "When dancing with a loved one.. The eyes can be just as important as the hips." She bats her lush lashes at the man, flashing him an intense gaze "It's an act of passion.. rather than rigid skill."

Erika Bremer: * SHe shakes her head at that. * " I was going to ask you what you found out from him. "

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: Oh... *Grins to her then slides her chair around the table enough so she can lean over and whisper to Erika.*

Karlos Basoalto: He stares into her eyes. "No." Then he turns, stalking toward the exit.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She stops moving, blinking at the man curiously. No what? She trails after him "No?"

Karlos Basoalto: "No," he repeats, more firmly.

Erika Bremer: * She reaches out to take a sip of Roxy's water as she listens to the whisper. *

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *while whispering to Erika, giggles about something she says*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She blinks at the look Karlos gives...shit. The little cutie's gonna get herself kilt, following him that way. She sets the empty bear bottle down and moves to follow.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Still trailing after him persistantly "No what? Did I upset you?"

Karlos Basoalto: "No. I will not have sex with you. No." He shakes his head, shoving the door open.

Erika Bremer: * She places down the glass and laughs softly at whatever is said. * " That does not seem like much of a punishment. "

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *shakes her head softly no and then whispers something more to Erika*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She follows along with a soft laugh "Karlos.. No offense.. but that was the FARTHEST thing from my mind.." Another laugh and a shake of the head. HER? Lie with a barbarian? Not without a blood sacrifice.. And he seems squeamish.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Whoa, whoa, whoa..." She moves up to them, shaking her head to Alyssa with a grin. "Chicky-poo. Sorry, pretty thang...not a good time, I don't think."

Erika Bremer: * She nods and answers back under her breath. *

Karlos Basoalto: "No, it was not." He gives Alyssa a gaze. Then uses Reyna as interference and vanishes out into the night.

Karlos Basoalto: ((And I must flee *G* *hugs*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((*Hugs on the Karlos*))

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods in agreement with what Erika said* I know thats why I am not going to pry beyond general things just enough so we can avoid the stuff.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((bye Karlos-p))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks and points at Karlos while looking to Reyna "He asked me to show him how to dance.." She explains with a gaze requesting an answer from the woman.

Erika Bremer: " Just be careful. Dave and I need you. "

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "And ya did. And then he left." She nods. Yep, that's the coyote girl's assessment of the situation. "Been one-a those months."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *nods a bit* Yeah i know but I have a feeling we will need the info if the past is any indication so we can keep our distance. *takes a big drink of water* I think I am done for the night. You staying or coming home?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a laugh, still peering at the door that Karlos left from "But.. he thought I was trying to lay with him.. which is.. silly." Looks back up to Reyna "Are all the hedonists so touchy?"

Erika Bremer: * She thinks for a moment and listens to the music before smiling again. * " I think I am done too. Was up too late last night and should try to catch up. "

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hedonists?" She raises a brow, grinning madly. "That applies to me, I guess...but that depends on the definition yer usin'."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *grins at that comment* Sorry about that, least you lost sleep for good cause. *then stands up, waiting for Erika to as well before heading for the door*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks around the place.. maybe she was a priest. Finally.. some answers. "How long has your temple been in operation?"

Erika Bremer: * She stands and reaches out to take Roxy's hand, then follows her. * " It was a great cause but I was hurting at work. "

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, if the body's a temple, like so many say, mine's been up and runnin' for a good 31 years, sweetie. Only been accepting donations for the last 16, though."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *takes her hand in hers and leads her out of the club, turning her head at the comment* That was nothing, I'll show you hurting. Just you wait. *said with a wicked grin*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a proud laugh. The locals are slow tonight. No bother.. Just takes a touch more finesse. "No no.. the temple.. The place of worship." Another look around the place "Appears to be a house of Dionysos.." Antother cringe "Though I don't know if the gods would approve of the racket they're putting off as music."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((Had fun guys, enjoy your RP. Droping out now*s*))

Erika Bremer: * She places a finger to Roxy's lips and chuckles. * " I meant the lack of sleep. Otherwise I felt great. " * Then she leaves with her to head for home. *

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at Alyssa for a moment. Blinks twice. Then, throws her head back, and laaaaaaughs. Laughs like she just got the punchline to a joke she was told several years ago.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a knowing nod. She must be the one in charge of the sacrificial wine. She tilts her head and waits for her to calm herself.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And it's a long wait, as the laughing turns into a chortle, then a giggle, then back to more laughing. Wow, she REEEAAAALLLY thought this was funny.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She rocks back and forth, hands cupped behind her back with another curious gaze around the place.. so disorganized.. It must be a new establishment. She patiently waits.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans back against the wall, holding her sides. "Ohhh...my...you...ha ha ha..." She takes a moment to finally get control, and wipes a tear from her eye. "Thank you, chicky-poo. I needed that. This isn't a temple, it's a dance club. No Godly goodness here."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She squints. A what? Another look around the place.. this girl must be confused. "Why would all these people be dancing if not to pay homage to the gods?" She asks proudly. Not to mention the strong flow of alcohol.. the music.. No no, she was quite certain this was a place of worship.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She raises an eyebrow. "Because it's...enjoyable? It's fun? Something to do on a Thursday night besides sit at home and diddle yourself to scambled Spice Channel?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She flicks her gaze to the dancers, then back to Reyna. "Excess for no purpose?" She shakes her head "My family warned me of such things.." She nods, still with a proud air about her "This will lead to the downfall of man."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naw, cutie." She shakes her head. "This right here? This reminds people why life is still worth livin'." The look that flashes through her eyes is frighteningly gleeful, almost dangerously so. "After all, if there's no fun in life, why bother livin' it?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She absently sways to the.. ehh.. msuic.. out of habit "Serving the gods is an honor. It provides plenty of purpose.. as well as a cause. If you live only for yourself, you'll call down the wrath of the furies."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A chuckle. "Sweetie, it don't get any Fury-er them me. Well, maybe except..." She trails off. Ahh, the Litany. A glance to Alyssa. "And what's so wrong about livin' for yourself for a little while? Shouldn't everyone get some me time?" She looks at the woman, almost like her answer is truly, devastatingly important.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks curiously up to the woman, then another cringe as another song plays.. she turns to look to where the music is coming from.. not seeing any instruments.. just large black boxes causing the racket. She looks back to Reyna. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean.. we're never alone.. The gods are always with us."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Another laugh, and she shakes her head. "Ain't you ever heard Nine Inch Nails, hon. God is dead."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "I've not conversed with nails recently.. But Hermes spoke to me last night." She gives a proud nod. She seems to certainly believe it.. either that or she's an impecable liar.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at the woman a long, long moment. "Yyyyeaaaaahhhh...you bet, sweetie. Haaaave fun with that." She pulls a cigarette, lighting it. Fuckin' crazy bitches.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods with an innocent smile "I'll have plenty fun with it.. when I find the local temple." She looks around.. maybe the barbarian was right.. she certainly hears no hymns being chanted.. no sacrifice.. If this was a place of worship.. it was a crappy one.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Don't know of any temples of the kind yer lookin' for around these parts, chicky-poo." A little shrug. "Good luck finding one. If you do, have a drink of holy wine for me, a'ight?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods "Oh, don't worry. I can do that with or without the temple" She gives a good stretch of the arms and slowly makes for the door "I think I'm going to look for a place to sleep."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She ilts her head a little, looking at the woman. "You have nowhere to sleep, eh?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods "I do.. but its all the way across the water.. And these Taxi's of yours.." She wrinkles her nose "Smell aweful." She gives a shrug "I was thinking of laying out in the park for a bit."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A little sigh. "Which park?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She shrugs, peering at her curiously "Loadon told me that the big park is pretty. I havent been there yet."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (Ladon)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "It is. Iiii thiiiiink..." She looks at the woman, smiling a bit. "You should get home, though. Visit the big park later, when it's lighter. C'mon, I'll give you a ride you your hotel."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks up to her "But.. if I go during the day.. I won't be able to see Luna" She tilts her head with a tiny shake "I don't live in a hotel, silly."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sorry, I assumed. Didn't mean to make an ass out out you and med. And I didn't say during the day...just later. Not the dead of night, and all. I'd suggest dusk."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Childishly looks up to the female, with a proud incline of the chin. These americans were silly. First telling her that alleys weren't safe.. now parks.. "Why?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "S'called muggers. People who'll attack you for money, or worse."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "But.." She squints, not understanding "I don't have anything of value.. really.. I've only a small amount of money that Ladon gave me in the morning to get around.. but they can have it if they need it."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Didn'tcha here the 'or worse?'" She looks to Alyssa, sighing, then shakes her head. "C'mon, Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs. Let's get you home."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Her eyes widen. "They have cocoa in puffs here?" She gladly follows the barbarian. She seems nice enough.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah." A shake of her head, and she moves out of the club, to the Bitchmobile...the Bitchmobile being a 1961 Volkswagon Bus, green and white, fully restored. The door is opened for Alyssa, then she moves around to the driver's side, opening it and getting in.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She bounces in happily, sniffing the inside once she has her seat.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Inside smells like cigarette smoke, with a faint hint of marijuana. She shuts her door and starts the car up, turning the Grateful Dead down to a managable level. "So, where across the river?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks around the van curiously "Tom says I live with the Queens.. It's a brown building.."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Queens. Not THE Queens...just Queens. It's the name of the area." She pulls out, heading toward the borough in question.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She shrugs and looks wideeyed out the window, tilting her head to try to see the tops of the buildings.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The woman falls suddenly, uncharactristically silent as she drives, looking over every now and them to watch Alyssa. Her grin softens, just a tiny bit, become less crazy and more amusemed, at the other's wonderment.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa waves at people from the window when the vehicle is slow enough for it to matter.. and sometimes when it isn't. Grinning over to Reyna, she says "I don't see why everyone was so nervous.. These New Yorkers are friendlier than Ithought they would be." A man flips her off.. she waves to him with a smile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, they aren't." She shakes her head. Girl was gonna be dead in a week.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods "The ones I've met have been. I met a very nice man in the alley that helped me perform a ritual to Aphrodite." She peers out the window, wide eyed.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A ritual to Aphrodite..." She sighs, shaking her head. "You mean he fucked you."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks at the woman.. she says that like it's a bad thing. She peers back out the window, spirits remaining high.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "He wasn't doing it because he wanted to perform a ritual, sweetie." Christ. "You should get yourself checked out. Medically. He could have had a disease."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head "A disease? He looked fine." She gives another proud nod "He seemed quite anxious to pay homage to the gods. He said if I ever needed a partner again to let him know." She gives a tiny giggle "But.. I think he might be touched."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Touched?" She looks over at the other woman. "Touched how?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She smiles "He seems to think he's Hephaistos." Another soft laugh. "Which.. is silly. I've spoken to Hephaistos before.. and he looked nothing like this man."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Heph..." She blinks. "What's his name?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "Thomas Judge." She states, kicking her legs girlishly in the van, leaning down to look under the seat. "He seems to think that just because he can play with fire.. that he's worthy of the name of a god." Another soft laugh "He's nice.. but touched."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahhh, yes. Good ol' Thomas Judge." Dead demons, Aisle Reyna. That smile widens to the banshee level again. "Yeah, he's very touched all right."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a nod looking back out the window "Has he always been that way?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I dunno. I suspect he's about to get more touched, though, very soon." She idly wonders where Denty is, as she turns off, driving into Queens.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: ~fade~

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((FTB))