TRAINING CREW - THE SHADOW ROOM
May 5, 2014 21:54:47 GMT -8
Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 5, 2014 21:54:47 GMT -8
The club was small and Jason's senses were sharp, so he couldn't help but be aware
of everything going on at the scene he'd left behind. But he was able to ignore it if he so
desired, by focusing on the humans around them. His eyes flitted across the people in the
corners, all eyes on the stage, drinks, partners, friends, dates, and safely ignoring him.
He could focus on their faces to peer through the fire... What was he seeking?
Jason-
"...," Jason carefully searched through the crowds of people. One guy caught his interest-
mainly because he looked the easiest to talk to. But, he wasn't exactly sure how to approach
the guy. His brother was a bit of a player, maybe he would know what to do in a situation
like this. Then again, he couldn't exactly call him up and ask. Shit, what would Gunnar do?
Think Gunnar, Jason.
The crowd went full fiery again as Jason zeroed his attention in on one fellow.
Without hesitation, Jason went in for the kill - deciding to wing it.
*Nicer than usual Jason mode activate*
He approached TGJTLA.
Jason-
"Hey, sorry to bother you. But, I'm not really use to the club atmosphere
so I'm bored as all get out and you seemed like the easiest to talk to here,"
Way to be blunt.
Jason-
"Aye, its pretty intimidating if I say so myself. I'm Jason."
Jason-
"Well, we can head to the bar if you'd like. Drinks on me if your up for it."
Once Jason reached the bar,
Jason-
"Order what you want, I'm not that much of a drinker." Damn,
it was difficult to face the fact that he could no longer drink.
He pulled out his wallet.
Jason-
"So tell me about yourself."
Webster ordered a single malt scotch, probably as a way of trying to look tough.
Jason-
"I'm not straight but, i'm not exactly gay either. I'm pansexual...
which pretty much means I don't give a shit about who I'm with."
Jason-
"But, anyway the office life seems pretty fun
right now. Hell, I'd kill for a normal life like that.
Oh, and the feeling is mutual, gyms don't exactly suit my fancy either.
Something about sweaty men running in place for an hour doesn't really
put me at ease."
Jason-
"And honestly, I'm not exactly sure what my style is about.
I kinda just wear whatever everybody isn't wearing."
Jason-
"I AM a bit of a hard case- that's my problem. Being the ass that I am, I'd probably
be fired the following day after I was hired if I ever worked in an office; I can't see
how you do it. I wouldn't be able to be myself if I worked in a place like that...
having to force myself to be nice to people that I can barely stand. Plus, I'd prob-
ably be forced to sit at a desk all day every day. You must be a pretty patient guy
to be able to do something like that. I can admire that."
Jason raised an eyebrow. He wasnt exactly sure
what to say knowing his current situation..
Jason-
"Use to be, it's been a while since I've been on the campus.
Travelling for my job, you know? Besides, I've been way too busy
for college," At least his secret identity actually came in handy.
Jason-
"I work in graphic design. It's a fun yet serious career."
Jason-
"I honestly don't really have any opinions about airplanes or airlines
and such. It's all the same to me as long as I get from point A to point B."
The dark reaches of the room rattled softly in the weather of the music. Jason
noticed the way heat moves through a living body in subtle ways, with every
rise and fall, every breath, every fidgeting subtle movement of a muscle.
He noticed that the guy fell silent.
Jason-
"Whats on your mind?"
For a quick moment, he blocked out the music in the
club as he studied the people that walked past him.
crossed the room further away. One group of kids going out to smoke, one coming
in from smoking. He could smell the fumes coming off of them. The whole place
was a wet orange mist of heat, with fireballs wading through and contributing
to the great flow.
Jason-
"You sure you ain't drunk yet? When I'm drunk I contemplate
about a lot of random shit." When he used to get drunk at that.
Jason-
"Oh, and don't get too drunk now. I still
want you to be able to drive home safety."
Jason-
"Ah fuck, sorry. I'm starting to sound like my
mother." Better than sounding like his father.
Jason-
"Philosophy? Well, that's a first - people usually don't ask me about my
opinions on philosophy at a...um, club. Well, I think its a load of shit.
I mean, how can you really answer those complicated ass questions
about our own existence? For all you know, we could all be dead but
our conscience could be controlled by some freaky ass robotic shit.
So yeah, I think it's a load of bull."
Jason-
"You're probably right, I don't know shit about it. Either that or at least I thought
I knew what you were talking about... Anyway, I have more common sense than
smarts babe, I ain't no philosopher - Nor would I want to be one."
Jason-
"It tells me that I should probably get
going and that you're a pretty decent guy."
Jason-
"It was a pleasure." Jason got off the
bar stool then held out his hand.
Webster shook it.
It read "Webster Coleridge, Assistant Project Manager, Textile Excise Team", and seemed
to be a corporate issue one from Webship Limited. And in this moment, a variant on the
Vitus school of blood acquisition presented itself - hang out with people as a friend. Not
as easy to facilitate them passing out for the blood drinking, but possible.
Jason-
"Thanks, I'll definitely give you a call." He slipped the card into his pocket and
with that he headed towards Vitus and his entourage of bloodthirsty creatures.
of everything going on at the scene he'd left behind. But he was able to ignore it if he so
desired, by focusing on the humans around them. His eyes flitted across the people in the
corners, all eyes on the stage, drinks, partners, friends, dates, and safely ignoring him.
He could focus on their faces to peer through the fire... What was he seeking?
Jason-
"...," Jason carefully searched through the crowds of people. One guy caught his interest-
mainly because he looked the easiest to talk to. But, he wasn't exactly sure how to approach
the guy. His brother was a bit of a player, maybe he would know what to do in a situation
like this. Then again, he couldn't exactly call him up and ask. Shit, what would Gunnar do?
Think Gunnar, Jason.
The crowd went full fiery again as Jason zeroed his attention in on one fellow.
The Guy Jason Thought Looked Approachable-
"*stand alone leaning on pillar listening to the music with an air of distraction
suggestive that he could be diverted from it without causing offense*"
Without hesitation, Jason went in for the kill - deciding to wing it.
*Nicer than usual Jason mode activate*
He approached TGJTLA.
Jason-
"Hey, sorry to bother you. But, I'm not really use to the club atmosphere
so I'm bored as all get out and you seemed like the easiest to talk to here,"
Way to be blunt.
TGJTLA-
"So much for this intimidating facial
hair I've been cultivating. I'm Webster."
Jason-
"Aye, its pretty intimidating if I say so myself. I'm Jason."
Webster-
"I am told it's murder on sensitive skin. So, like, just bored, wanna
chat? I gotta admit, I'm glad the bar's open. I do like the Dust Covers,
but a weeknight show with downbeat music? I don't know what I was
thinking. Now I know what I'm drinking."
Jason-
"Well, we can head to the bar if you'd like. Drinks on me if your up for it."
Webster-
"Why wouldn't I be? Let's go."
Once Jason reached the bar,
Jason-
"Order what you want, I'm not that much of a drinker." Damn,
it was difficult to face the fact that he could no longer drink.
He pulled out his wallet.
Jason-
"So tell me about yourself."
Webster ordered a single malt scotch, probably as a way of trying to look tough.
Webster-
"... Hm... I don't want to be a jackass that lets someone buy them
drinks without saying anything, but I'm straight. I mean, I think
mostly. But for all I know you are too and just being friendly, right?
Anyway...
You seem a lot more exciting than me, with the spikes and the hair.
I just do my thing at the office and go home to a small apartment and
wonder what's next. I have my own exercise shit because gyms creep
me out - no offense if you go to them, maybe I just haven't found the
right place...
So what's your style about? Some people just like to look cool,
but some feel like they're saying something with a look."
Jason-
"I'm not straight but, i'm not exactly gay either. I'm pansexual...
which pretty much means I don't give a shit about who I'm with."
Jason-
"But, anyway the office life seems pretty fun
right now. Hell, I'd kill for a normal life like that.
Oh, and the feeling is mutual, gyms don't exactly suit my fancy either.
Something about sweaty men running in place for an hour doesn't really
put me at ease."
Jason-
"And honestly, I'm not exactly sure what my style is about.
I kinda just wear whatever everybody isn't wearing."
Webster-
"Yeah, that's kind of a statement - doing what other people are not.
Sounds like you're kind of a hard case. I can get behind that, but I'm
not that rough. I just don't feel comfortable in a crowd. But you have
to push yourself to be an extrovert in an office. It's all about being the
most 'liked', or at minimum the least loathed."
Jason-
"I AM a bit of a hard case- that's my problem. Being the ass that I am, I'd probably
be fired the following day after I was hired if I ever worked in an office; I can't see
how you do it. I wouldn't be able to be myself if I worked in a place like that...
having to force myself to be nice to people that I can barely stand. Plus, I'd prob-
ably be forced to sit at a desk all day every day. You must be a pretty patient guy
to be able to do something like that. I can admire that."
Webster-
"Thanks. I think the reason office work sucks like that is because it should,
by rights, be easy. And that makes management and the whole culture
orient itself toward making shit hard. Whatever, though. I mean, I know
guys standing in the foyer of ShopMart nine hours a day have it worse."
He drank. "You in college? I miss college. Just out a few years."
Jason raised an eyebrow. He wasnt exactly sure
what to say knowing his current situation..
Jason-
"Use to be, it's been a while since I've been on the campus.
Travelling for my job, you know? Besides, I've been way too busy
for college," At least his secret identity actually came in handy.
Webster-
"Cool. What kind of job lets you
have blue hair? I want in, haha."
Jason-
"I work in graphic design. It's a fun yet serious career."
Webster-
"I get that impression. All the graphic designers I've met through work
are women with dark hair, clean clothes, and glasses. They use the language
of fun in utter seriousness. I imagine it can be a little like any other office job,
but you get to travel... That's cool. But I bet you have opinions about air-
planes and such. I've only been as far as Sealandia on holiday once.
Long time ago, I hardly remember the experience."
Jason-
"I honestly don't really have any opinions about airplanes or airlines
and such. It's all the same to me as long as I get from point A to point B."
A lady with gothy regalia fireballed by for another drink, then disappeared.
Webster-
"Cool man..." He gazed into nothing and fell silent for the moment.
The dark reaches of the room rattled softly in the weather of the music. Jason
noticed the way heat moves through a living body in subtle ways, with every
rise and fall, every breath, every fidgeting subtle movement of a muscle.
He noticed that the guy fell silent.
Jason-
"Whats on your mind?"
For a quick moment, he blocked out the music in the
club as he studied the people that walked past him.
After the gothy lady departed with her drink, no one passed close by, but people
Webster-
"Oh. Just, feeling the questions. Like why is
the sky blue. Like I didn't drink enough yet."
crossed the room further away. One group of kids going out to smoke, one coming
in from smoking. He could smell the fumes coming off of them. The whole place
was a wet orange mist of heat, with fireballs wading through and contributing
to the great flow.
Jason-
"You sure you ain't drunk yet? When I'm drunk I contemplate
about a lot of random shit." When he used to get drunk at that.
Jason-
"Oh, and don't get too drunk now. I still
want you to be able to drive home safety."
Jason-
"Ah fuck, sorry. I'm starting to sound like my
mother." Better than sounding like his father.
He waved his glass before turning back to the bartender.
Webster-
"Heh, I'm sorry. It's nothing. Hey, I just walked.
I live eight blocks from here. I can pay for the reload."
"Anyway, I guess I just don't know what to talk about.
Maybe that's why I don't have a lot of friends. Eh...
What do you think about philosophy?"
Jason-
"Philosophy? Well, that's a first - people usually don't ask me about my
opinions on philosophy at a...um, club. Well, I think its a load of shit.
I mean, how can you really answer those complicated ass questions
about our own existence? For all you know, we could all be dead but
our conscience could be controlled by some freaky ass robotic shit.
So yeah, I think it's a load of bull."
Webster-
"Er... Sounds like you don't know much about it. That's cool. It's just
a thing I read sometimes. Some guys who do philosophy try to come
up with hard answers and defend 'em like rabid dogs. Most are cool
with just asking questions. Like the freaky ass robotic shit. That's an
idea you can ask questions about, sometimes that's interesting even
if you don't come to an answer."
Jason-
"You're probably right, I don't know shit about it. Either that or at least I thought
I knew what you were talking about... Anyway, I have more common sense than
smarts babe, I ain't no philosopher - Nor would I want to be one."
Webster-
"And what does your common sense tell you about tonight?"
Jason-
"It tells me that I should probably get
going and that you're a pretty decent guy."
Jason-
"It was a pleasure." Jason got off the
bar stool then held out his hand.
Webster shook it.
Webster-
"Thanks for the drink, Jason. Oh, here's my card. Like I said,
I don't have a lot of friends right now. Maybe we can see a
stupid movie or play cornerball some time."
It read "Webster Coleridge, Assistant Project Manager, Textile Excise Team", and seemed
to be a corporate issue one from Webship Limited. And in this moment, a variant on the
Vitus school of blood acquisition presented itself - hang out with people as a friend. Not
as easy to facilitate them passing out for the blood drinking, but possible.
Jason-
"Thanks, I'll definitely give you a call." He slipped the card into his pocket and
with that he headed towards Vitus and his entourage of bloodthirsty creatures.
{originally}
"Oh, I hope I didn't worry you. I just noticed your body heat...it's a little different from the others."
"Let's just say the vampires here throw terrible parties. Some of my friends and I learned that the hard way, a couple days ago."
"Do you know any other vampires, then? Vitus never told me about ghouls." But he did know witches, apparently, so maybe...
Youth?-
"I cin just smell it is all. 'S'why you approached me, innit? Because you cin tell."
Youth?-
"Hate to think why."
Youth?-
"I'm Stripes. 'Ow'd you come about, Eli?"
"Oh, I hope I didn't worry you. I just noticed your body heat...it's a little different from the others."
"Let's just say the vampires here throw terrible parties. Some of my friends and I learned that the hard way, a couple days ago."
"Do you know any other vampires, then? Vitus never told me about ghouls." But he did know witches, apparently, so maybe...