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As an OOC note, I am almost afraid to create a thread for roleplaying that is this cliche. I've always hated these things. However, it feels as though it might work, here. So I give it an attempt.

Crammed between a lingerie clothing store and an Army Recruitment Center one can find a very old, ran down building of immense popularity among the city's nightlife. There is only a single entry to the building, making it one of the fire department's prime targets for destruction, and adding to its aged feel. The single wooden door, constructed from exactly seven heavily warped planks nailed together in a primitive fashion, doesn't latch, or muffle the sounds from inside. A brick lining that has been graffitied to the degree that it has gained nearly a centimeter of thickness covers the similarly wooden walls, making it slightly better there. Most choose to ignore the punched out bricks that form windows into the single bathroom.

Above the rickety door hardly secured to its frame, is the only official spraypainting anywhere on the building - the only word that is required to remain there, unsoiled. In massive, stylized blue letters, rests the title of this place:

Inside, folks find a surprisingly expansive dance-floor, and off to the side are six round tables with haphazard assortments of chairs around them. Attached to the ceiling is a shockingly expensive-looking variety of lighting devices which blink on and off and rotate, casting fascinating colors onto the black and white checkered tile of the floor.

At the far back of the building one can finally find the owner of this establishment. He is referred to by one and all as Brine, though it is obvious that this isn't his birth-name. A massive red beard flows from his face, matching the thick red curls that cascade down to his shoulders. Offsetting this image is a small pair of reading-glasses balanced always on the end of his nose, giving him a rather scholarly look.

Brine is known to have a rather kind, but firm, personality. The only kind that could possibly handle running a place like VadaCrawl.


Notes: Any sort of character is permitted: vampire, sorcerer, human, demon, angel... whatever. However, there is to be no fighting within VadaCrawl.
Feel free to choose the music as it goes - Brine controls the music, so you may feel free to make requests, but at the same time, I don't have a playlist just sitting here that'd fit the club perfectly. Plus, I see no reason to restrict you in that sense.
My main character will be Brine.
Let us see if this works, shall we?

Brine leaned forward on the bar, his thick beard rolling over his chest and scraping the polished wood harmlessly. His bulky forearms formed a triangle against his torso as he watched the crowd absently. The annoying character at the other end of the bar made an overly flamboyant gesture in an attempt to get another round, but Brine ignored the fool. If the guy fell asleep tonight and never woke up again, it wouldn't be on his head.

As his eyes continued to surf over the flowing lights and intertwining bodies, he spotted a lone figure at a table. The woman was rather attractive, though that wasn't what bothered him. In a place like this, why should anyone just be watching? It defeated the purpose entirely.

Smiling to himself, Brine scratched his chin through his beard as he straightened up and meandered to the wall where he stored his bottles of drink.

"Meeko, come out here, would'ja?"

A scrambling sound, accompanied by a series of high pitched squeaks came from a cabinet that came up to about Brine's knee. The wood of the cabinet opened, and from within crawled out a tiny creature called a Haprit. In a voice just as small as squeaky as one would expect, the creature spoke as it closed the cabinet door. "What's up, Brine? Trouble-makers?"

Lifting the small, furry thing in a single hand, Brine pointed him in the direction of Rayne, sitting alone at her table. "See her? I don't like to see a beautiful woman like that alone. Go help her have a good time for me, would'ja? Get her to mingle, or somethin', and least."

Meeko turned around and raised an eyebrow, his oversized ears flattening a bit. "This isn't what I got hired for and you know it, Brine."

With a small smile, Brine turned Meeko around again so he was looking at the lone vampire. "Oh, I know. But it's quiet tonight, I don't need you to play bouncer right now. Right now, I'd just like to see that young lady have a good time, my friend. Consider it a favor."

After mumbling something unintelligible, the Haprin vanished in a miniscule flaring of smoke that instantly mixed in with the fog-machines' effects. Brine grinned as he saw Meeko reappear atop the lady's cleavage, his little face not more than two inches from her nose, and went back to watching his crowd. The annoying guying gestured flamboyantly for a drink again, and Brine continued to ignore him. He refilled the glass of the rather plain woman a few seats from him.

Meanwhile, atop Rayne's cleavage, Meeko smiled his biggest Haprin smile, with ears lifted and spread giddily. "Hi there. What're you doin' over here, all alone?"

"Headache? How did I cause you a headache? You're the one that fell down, silly." The little furry sprite mocked her from atop the flesh of her left breast, then vanished again only to reappear atop her crossed ankles.
"So why are you just surveying, why aren't you a part of the crowd?" Peeped his little voice.

"Hey, I didn't cause a thi-" Meeko's voice clipped out of existence as he felt the quaking of his supports. Twisting about, he fell purposely and wrapped his fuzzy little arms around the woman's ankle as if she were a massive tree branch. "Oi! You just cut that out, now."

It seemed to take the little Haprin a while to realize that she'd only moved a small bit. When it had registered more fully, he slid down her shin and then turned around, using her knee as a sort of seat. "So you say you won't dance without a partner, eh? Then you may dance with me."

"Now now, let's not be liars. If you stepped on my foot, it'd still be only my foot." Bracing a hand on her knee-cap, he stood up on her leg and winked as he spoke. "Besides, nobody says that I have to be this small when we dance."

After a momentary pause, Meeko vanished yet again with tiny curls of smoke billowing from where he'd just stood. Then, in a shockingly bright yet colorless flash, there appeared a much larger version of Meeko, who was on one knee just to the left of the woman's ear.

Now that the Haprin had multiplied in size, he seemed at once to be a gigantic sort of teddy bear, and a monster. He smiled down at Rayne, displaying the first of the three rows of canines in his jaw as well as the edge of his neon-orange gums. When he spoke this time, his voice came out with a surprising lack of both squeakiness and guttural growl. In fact, his voice rang rather normally, despite the fact that he looked like a somewhat undergrown wookie with white hair and loose-fitting black jeans. The fur coating his torso acted enough as a shirt - and a soft, fluffy one at that - that he simply went without something so annoying as a t-shirt on most occasions.

"Big enough?" chuckled the Haprin. Funnily enough, the creature sounded something like James Earl Jones - which in and of itself was interesting.

Meeko smiled his fang-filled smile and offered a large, furred hand to the draculina. "Then let's dance, silly girl."

Meanwhile, Brine found himself watching the man at the bar who had soaked up a bit too much alcohol. His flamboyance and noisiness had translated slowly into aggravation and mild violence. Glancing at Meeko in his large form, he frowned to himself slightly. "I hope I won't have to interrupt you in the middle of your dance, my friend," he mumbled, then went back to observing the pest of a customer from over a closed fist.

He noticed the place, it was rather run down and rickity, but he wasn't too picky... The bright paint on it's front seemed to hypnotize him anyways, it was practically begging for him to come in. He pulled his hood around him, keeping his head low, hiden from the world. His gloved hand touched the doornob, then he had second thoughts about the whole idea. He was just so tired, and it was getting dark... he just wanted to sit for a while, in some place that was secluded from the nightly elements.

He sighed once more then finally decided to enter, the blast of music taking him by suprise. He flinched at the sound, but continued inward. He glanced around quickly, red eyes peircing out from the blacknedd that seemed to enslose his face. And after a moment, he spied an empty table. He made his way through the other tables, occupied pleasently with many strange peoples. He thought to himself, only for a moment, that perhaps no one would question his style of dress, or the way he looked.

It seemed that as the man entered, another came inside. But miraculously, no one had noticed, unless they could see a gnat flying in mid air. It landed on the top of a table. Then there was a noise. Something like a POP 'N' CLICK!

Suddenly, there was a furry brown creature atop the table, his tail wagging pleasently. He was humming to the sound of the music, having a grand time, according to his smile.