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Character Name: Merric Hollinger
Official Artwork: Here
Contest Entry:

Merric didn't go to clubs. Not in the way most people went to clubs. He went in through the back doors, climbed over ladders and wires and musical equipment with a fender bass, deep blue with silver detailing, black neck, silver frets, and clear white strings in his left hand.

Merric didn't get the chance to do the things most people did at clubs; he was usually up on the stage, index and middle finger strumming away on his strings as Greg belted out a song. It was different when you were the thing giving entertainment to a bunch of sweaty chicks (half of who were actually hot, he wasn't going to lie) and men (who weren't that hot and usually compensating for something), instead of being on the recieving end. For him, the bass player didn't exactly mind. Dancing had never really been his thing, and while he drank once or twice during the shows (usually just a beer, over a long period of time), he wasn't a heavy drinker.

The blue haired teen stood in the greenroom, tuning his bass. Merric was never one for flashy attire. An old beat up leather jacket, almost now dark grey instead of black it was so used, covered a dark blue t-shirt on which read "Moonlight Song" in flowing white letters. Behind the words was imprinted a grey crescent moon, a series of musical notes in a light blue hanging from the top corner of the crescent. The jacket was just slightly looser than form fitting; tight, but didn't constrict his arms. The zipper had long since broke off, and he'd (poorly) sewn on a series of snaps to hold it closed in the winter. The sleeves were perpetually rolled up to his elbows in wide cuffs that sometimes caught on the tuning nobbs.

A pair of equally as old jeans hugged his hips, a wide black belt holding them from sliding off. The buckle changed from time to time, but tonight it was a simple affair, nothing more than a silver half note. The jeans were a faded light blue color, one knee was almost missing, and the backs around his heels had been walked out long ago. Skater shoes, also simple in just black with white laces, poked out from under the ends of his jeans.

He placed his bass down, reaching for some hair gel on a table nearby. He only put a dime sized amount in his hand and then pulled it through his unruly hair, taming the strains into more defined spikes. As the rest of the band poured into the room, he replaced the silver A earring that was always a part of his outfit, no matter what, in his right ear lobe. He ran his fingers over it a few times, for good luck, and lifted the strap of his bass over his head and onto his shoulder.

With a crack of his knuckles, he nodded to his mates, and left the room to do one last sound check, and let his mind fall away to the music.

Character Name: Darryl Spencer
Official Artwork: [X]
Contest Entry: ((Breu and Erika puppeted with their owners' permission <3))

She couldn't believe she was doing it. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this. Why the hell had she bet against this ?! She should have known that if she'd bet against something she minded, on some level, she would lose.

Darryl Spencer was in a dance club.

Well, an underage dance club, of course. There would have been no smuggling her into a bar, even at her height - her face was too young to pull off a thing, and she certainly had no... chest to try to pull off a trick of looking older than she was.

There were no drunk morons going around, thankfully, but the over-population of horny teens wasn't much better, in her opinion. Thankfully, none of them were curious enough to venture to hit on her. Gender ambiguity, or her much older 'protector', perhaps.

Why had she agreed to it ? Oh, right. She'd lost her latest bet with Breu. Anwnn, Breu, same thing. Damn that accent. That had been her downfall.

Damn her love for sexy as hell accents.

She'd at least bothered to dress up for the occasion. Well, as far as Darryl could dress up, at least. Her clothes had been picked out earlier that day, second-hand but still good and free of the usual wear and holes that adorned what was her usual clothing fare. The wide shirt she wore had a bit of a faded design, white on black. The sleeves ended at her wrist, and were pretty wide, wider than what she was used to, at least, but the end was much longer, about mid-way down her upper leg. It looked like a dress, almost, but not enough to clue anyone on her gender. She was wearing a belt around her waist - a trick she'd gotten from Erika - and black jeans with some noticeable fading to them. Her boots were her same trusted, beaten up black army boots she always wore when she was off school. She had taken whatever accessories she could find that didn't clash horribly even to her own flawed fashion sence, and fended off her best friend as she'd asked where she was going.

Is it a boy Erika had asked, and Darryl had nearly died on the spot. No, it was a teammate, she'd answered. Maybe it was the hair that had been too much. She had spent way too much time locked up in the bathroom, spiking her head until it resembled some kind of faux-hawk, with some of the longer ends refusing to stay in place, more noticeably the longer bangs that framed her face.

Maybe she was due for an haircut soon, uh. And... maybe she needed to dress up like this a little more often. It was... nice. A little odd, but nice.

At any rate, now she was here, her soda in hand, purple eyes narrow as she leaned back in her chair and tried to find Breu in the crowd. If he had ditched her, she swore, she was going to hand him his own backside, sexy accent or not.

Ah, there he was, finally. Coming toward her. It... pleased her on some level, through she wasn't even sure why. He wanted them to...

To dance ?! Oh, good lord. Good freaking lord. She...

She downed her pepsi like an older woman would have downed a shot, slamming the glass down on her table. "Im only doing this because I lost the bet." She muttered.

He just laughed, all too aware that she wouldn't have come if it had bothered her as much as she claimed. She was enjoying herself... Somewhat... maybe...

If only because she was in good company.

Character Name: Odette Matthews
Official Artwork: Cert
Contest Entry:

Odette had no idea why she was here. She glanced around as the loud music pumped throughout the room, trying to tug down the very short black ruffled skirt so it fell lower than its current position of about five inches above her knees. How had she been talked into coming to such a…such a loud, place? Not to mention just coming here…but wearing such clothing… The short skirt was one thing, but her top—it wasn’t something she even kept in her closet! Black and with a neon green section in the front and back, making it look like she was wearing shredded clothing. She liked the color of the green, but hated how it looked like a bear had clawed the black portion.

Odette sighed, shaking her head, figuring that if this wasn’t a nightclub, people would be rushing her to the hospital, demanding to know if she was all right after her bear attack. The thought of that made her laugh and shake her head at the utter stupidity of the shirt. Her shoes too. Black knee high boots with neon green laces…

But the green was so pretty! She had to admit, Martha had hooked her up well with the neon green…everything. From the stripped arm warmers on both arms, to the hair extensions that were clipped in her hair, which was flowing down just past her shoulders, instead of pinned up in her normal pigtails.

The song changed from one overly loud beat to another, though this one, Odette had to admit, had very good lighting. The strobes had changed to blues and greens, making the dance floor seem much more peaceful, much more inviting. The brunette walked over to the bar and got a sprite, leaning against the wooden surface and sipping at it. To her great surprise, she found her head bobbing in time to the music.

No. No no no. There was no way she was going to go out there and dance. Not any way in the world.
The girl finished the Sprite and sighed, throwing the can away in the already overflowing trashcan. A crazy club guy threw a bunch of glowsticks into the air, shouting something about freedom and dancing. (Such crazies!) One of the small plastic sticks landed at Odette’s feet and she picked it up, snapping it.
It began to glow a bright, brilliant green.

With a heavy sigh, Odette clipped the stick in one of her armwarmers and stretched.
Yeah. It was time to quit observing and have some fun. It didn’t matter that she didn’t belong, it was music. This was fun.

Martha was right. It was time to let loose.
It was time to dance.

Character Name: Toki Framont
Official Artwork: Link!
Contest Entry:

Once upon a time ago, going into a club would have been unfathomable for the female. Distant, not liking of people... and even admittedly, a bit of a introvert. Okay okay, a LOT of a introvert, clubbing was something she avoided like a cat with water.

Though that was once upon a time ago... recently she had found a way to cope, it took her a long time but this kitty decided that it was about time to get her paws wet. What began the wheels in their downward spiraling motion was her new found need to be around people. While not preferring it, it was required and demanded of her. The root of the problem, being a... well. New 'organization' that found interacting around people, when they are in need to take a load off their shoulders, to be very beneficial.

So came the not-so-new feeling of entering into a club. It took her around ten minutes of standing outside of the club. Yes, she would use the excuse to her peers that she was 'surveying' the game board, getting a look at the potential targets. In reality, while this might be fractionally true, it was also to calm her nerves. The taste of bile in her mouth was the sure sign that she was not ready. Nauseated or dizzy were other fairly common signs. It took many a day of perfecting, and yet still was not perfected, possibly never would be, but she could pull up a mental shield around herself in the time it took to 'get a feel of the playing field'. She could wash away what she was thinking... only play to the task at hand. When in uniform, she still required a subtle touch to do her work. Tonight though, tonight was just to get inside and see if she could work here. So she could snarl if anyone tried to touch.

She also just wanted a drink.

Did she forget to mention she was under aged? Check! Fake ID was a go.

The slip inside was easy, she made sure to do herself up to look like a 21 year old at the very least. Her hair was down, honey brown pooling around her neck. It felt a little itchy, she was used to having it pulled back or at least tucked behind her ears, but it made her appear older. The slight touch of make up around her eyes gave her that 'smokey' older feel, or so she felt at least. Large golden hoops swung like swings on her ears. They were heavy, but no pain no gain! Her outfit was rather simple for this go, not wanting to attract TOO much attention to herself. She wore a simple oversized white collared shirt that was unbuttoned a few from the top. The sleeves were folded over a few times so they reached at her elbows to reveal a few gold bangles around her left wrist. Over the white shirt was a red and black trimmed vest. It was tight around her waist, making the white shirt flare out a bit, but it was comfortable enough. She could move at least without fear of her chest spilling out, unlike a lot of the dancing fools around her currently. The shirt spilling out under the small vest was also restrained by a simple black belt that road low over her hips.The pants worn were tight and solid black. Any more weight gain and she would barely fit in to these, but she figured with the newest fashions of what she called 'can see every crease in your a**' jeans, she would fit right in. The shoes were something she probably should have spent more time choosing, but this being a personal outing so she figured comfort was key. They were simple, but bright a** red, boots. The pop of color was enough so the outfit did not seem TOO dull.

Successfully inside, the young woman made a dash for the bar. Ok... she PUSHED her way through the crowd to the bar. It was enough to almost break her shield... usually she did not come to the parties when it was this crowded. Mental shields were one thing, touching? Another entirely. A few grunts, glares, and snarls on her part and she was classified as the 'no touch' range for the night. She was not afraid to make example of some poor sap whom dared rival her 'don't ******** with me' aura... but she would prefer to just be left alone. At least tonight.

"Start me off with a Blue Moon." She called to the bartender, feeling like having something with a bit of sweetness to it tonight. Drink in hand, the brunette's keen eyes, hot pink as if a summer peony was suddenly in the fray of tangled bodies, watched. She sipped at her drink, amused that for once the two seats next to her, on either side, were vacant. A smile curved at the corner of her lips. She wondered if it was dumb luck, or the look she was currently giving people. Either way, she felt secure.

Toki had a feeling she could learn to like this place. Maybe. Next time she would come a bit earlier... when the parties jsut begun and the energy from the humans was ripe for the picking. Maybe even bring a friend or two, and let the hunt begin.

Character Name: Liliana Jacobs
Official Artwork: Here
Contest Entry:

Lily did not really understand how her sister kept getting her to do these types of things. There had been a ton of fuss getting her dressed and getting her here, but who wouldn't fuss when you were being forced bodily into clothing and primped like you where a doll. All the while her sister called her a wuss and told her she needed to experience a real party before she started college so their wouldn't be to many real shockers to her. Lily did not think that much cold shock her in the way of normal thing, she was a senshi after all.

Though here she stood, music drumming in her ears feeling extremely uncomfortable in all in a somewhat shimmery black tutu-esc skirt that was entirely to short in her opinion, but at least it covered her bottom and for that she was grateful. Her sister had paired with a white tube top, nothing to fancy, skin tight though, the very top seeming somewhat like a criss- cross bikini top. It was white and Lily hoped none of the people dancing with cups spilled anything on her. She looked down at her legs which were thankfully covered by grey lace tights, she loved them, the lace was woven into flowers and the grey seemed to matched the shimmer of the skirt.

She looked up as someone approached her with a rather feral grin on his face which made her extremely nervous and want to run, but she stayed where she was as he spoke asking her to dance and pulling her onto the dance without her answer. Her bangled wrist chimed as the bangles clinked together. Her attempted to blow a wayward curl out of her face, her sister had teased them to make them a bit fluffy and they bounce about her shoulders, right along with these long beaded earring that had a black feather on the end. They made her feel a bit like a movie star especially since her sister had insisted on make-up which Lily did not believe she needed, but it was minimal and Lily loved the emerald green eye shadow and shiny lip gloss, she even wore blush but it was overly noticeable. Her sister grinned she like the more natural look, which the younger crowd didn't seem to grasp.

She came to a halt and the boy started dance, but Lily walked away tempted to kick him, but not wanting to scuff her boots which were a favorite pair of hers. Heel boots, none to high, black with a off black ribbon wrapped around the instep and ankle and tied to the side in a bow, ribbon hanging slightly from the bow but not enough to step on.

Of course the boy was insulted and her even made to grab her but she gave him a death glare and he backed off allowing her to retreat back to the wall. Oh what she wouldn't give for one of her friends. Aurora, or Paris, or Chris, or Jaimie, even Nate would have been a comfort at the moment.

A girl approached with a hey, asking if it was Lily first time to such a loud party, then grinning and telling Lily dancing would help and it was fun. Lily sighed but gave a smile and followed the girl onto the dance floor.

She found it weird how one could dance and chat even though the music was ridiculously loud and the girl was right dancing did help, some guy even told her she was gorgeous which left her blushing furiously and her new friend almost doubled over with laughter, claiming Lily's face was a red as her hair.

*Sorry if its horrible, I'm terrible at describing clothes I fear.**

Character Name: Alba Gale Delores
Official Artwork: supah sailah ahf stahms!
Contest Entry:

Summer vacation was short and hardly as relaxing as school breaks out to be for a preparatory school student on the verge of entering her second grueling year of tests and late night cram sessions. Instead of visiting her dear Costa Rica like she normally would have had between starting semesters, Alba opted to stay in the Sovereign Heights dormitory to work a summer job, look for an apartment and help her team fight the big fight in Destiny City. It certainly didn't help that the very idea of being more than a few feet's distance away from Simon's door for an entire two months broke Alba's heart in two. All in all, the thick humidity and scorching heat went by with hardly a blink, and it was all too soon until the air cooled and the brown-haired girl was able to taste the coffee of the near future.

So it was with relief and surprise to see a flyer taped to her dorm door, inviting all students to a one last summer celebratory down in the Main Hall. She decided that it would be fun to mingle with her classmates without the stress of group projects, and even more so to dance the night away with her preferred partner in crime-fighting. The only hitch in her plan was Simon himself: he was far from the kind of person to enjoy this sort of loud gathering, and she'd much rather he came along with her if she were to go at all.

She had been right: Simon refused from the start. Alba had even tried to spruce up the deal by shopping for new clothes to wear just for the occasion: a flirty little dress in persimmon and beige with a retro flare, simple heals and belt to match and used already-owned jewelry to finish the ensemble. There was an attempt to put her hair up, but without much luck; many tendrils fell to frame her face and dragged by the nape of her neck in thick curls. Even this didn't sway the shy boy.

Already dressed to go, Alba went to the party for a short time. She mingled with classmates, drank punch, and later brought a plate of appetizers back to Simon's dorm to spend the rest of her night with the person that mattered most to her.