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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Jul 22, 2014 8:54:02 GMT -5
A blanket of dusk had fallen upon the city of Gotham. It would only grow darker and just when you thought it was dark enough, it could truly get dark in a city like this. Though it was hardly silent on a saturday and summer evening. Least not for the young and young at heart… Somewhere tucked deep in the depths of the centre and down the dark strip of random clubs. A handful boarded up, some recently despite how rundown some of them looked. There was an old warehouse, with little movement and just a faint dim lit sign, but inside the almost hidden away club… Was certainly blazing with more life. Allowing also the underage, thus the burst of popularity it would seem and a good spot for underground gritty music. Not flashy by any means. Not large, but room to move. Booze flowed well at the bar and smoke mildly masked the venue. With a deep swell of movement on the dance floor and ears most certainly ringing at this point. One would expect this be a night of splendidness.
However, every now and then in a full moon, the creatures. The baddies came out in the city of Gotham, well it wasn't always a full moon. This world was dark, but this city seemed to have one up on the world… In the midst of dancing. The drinking. The cheers and laughter. The lights inside of the club were cut short, cut completely out. With only what windows that were there, to allow moonlight dance with shadows. Drums and strings ceased almost on point… With subtle sounds of panic, but this wasn't your average blackout. As shadows of an ambush raided into the club. Footsteps of a gang, it would appear. Who exactly was certainly playing like a mystery, but as the main architect spoke up with such words along the lines of 'we are taking over'. Taking it however you wish like a grain of salt… The main clue being this was heading into a dangerous evening, upon the locking of the doors, with everyone now trapped inside, huddling in deep shadows and screams here and there… To little prevail, as the brink of the nightmares ahead of them was only beginning to unravel… Or uncoil!
Somewhere high up above the silent and darkened stage. Towards the rafters was a creature masked much in shadows. With little even a quake in movements. Subtle. Patient. Though very much present. Feeling. Sensing the various vibrations. The thudding hearts. Feeling the pulse of the room. With a little more grace than a spider, the Serpent all but slithered down. Sank down the back wall. Not even stirring a mouse and not much of a thumb tack dropped either. Well, not yet. With the very subtle feel of the creature's presences. Dark hands and feet planted light on the top of an old piano. Feeling even more directly how the room drove in waves. Pulling and pushing. Sinking in a trembling brink of nightmares… Prey. Predator. As dark. Sharp. Piercing. Eyes starred through the dark. Who really was playing which part? As very lightly as the Serpent rattled her fingers ever slightly down. Running along and felt the semi warm keys of the piano. They gleamed like the teeth of a beast. With subtly, but with intent her dark fingers pressed along the keys. Creating a sound. Not too drowned out and long, but enough it was there. Her own presence now sent a subtle vibration. Followed in short by a tune of a hiss. Echoing through the blackened out club.
Club inspired by: Musical influence: Black Serpent Attire!
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