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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Nov 8, 2012 0:04:06 GMT -5
The good thing about Rin was the fact that she did not engage in conversation with the sake of seeking pity. In fact, anyone who dared try to sympathize with her would generally get their head bitten off. She wasn't looking for anything but good company in a bar and now that she'd found it she felt like she was set for the night. She should probably stop drinking, she realised, before she got so hammered that she couldn't concentrate on anything but the pitching of the room. So she refrained from ordering another drink and instead focused on the conversation. Or, well, tried to focus. She was doing all right, all things considered.
Red brows shot up almost in challenge, though she didn't seem angry. "Those?" She flicked her hair behind her shoulder and leaned her elbow on the bar for support. "What's that supposed to mean?" She'd heard her fair share of gossip and rumours about her element over the years, all sorts of mixed opinions from any elemental outside of the elusive group. The problem tended to lie in how overwhelmingly different the Winds all were from one another. The other elements didn't understand them and the Winds couldn't even brag to understand their own group. The dormitory was ever-changing from what she remembered of her high school days and you were just as likely to make an enemies of your roommates as you were friends. "Oh? What would it have been, then? C'mon, I'm curious." She laughed, that high and un-Rin-like sound again. At least her laugh wasn't of the sort that grated upon the ear drums and made anyone in the vicinity want to throw themselves off a bridge.
It seemed they'd found a topic they shared similar views on when it came to the Earths. Rin would have made a good Fire elemental with her opinion on the tree-huggers. She laughed at the word hippies, realising how accurate it was. "The whole compassion thing is a load of horse shit. Who wants to suck up to someone that would happily kick their ass?" All right, so they argued for peace rather than literally sucking up but in the Wind graduate's opinion they were one and the same. "There've only been a few I can stand and most of 'em can't handle me anyway." Rin's abrasive humour tended to bother people who were all for treating everyone equal and fairly. "Ugh. Don't remind me," she said, though she was not as serious as the words might have suggested. "They're always so goddamn nice about everything. Makes me sick." It almost seemed fake how friendly they all were. Gave her a headache.
She realised when they were both standing that she was taller than Rachael, a fact that she did not have much of a problem with. The crowd was almost claustrophobic but Rin took little notice as they dodged around the mass of bodies to find an open spot on the floor. She could feel the bass through the floor and she felt hard of hearing as the music drowned out all else. She allowed her body to do the talking rather than her lips now, shaking out her long red hair and giving into the rhythm of the dance floor. Much like her dance partner, sobriety wouldn't have been all that great for her. She could dance decently well without beer clouding her judgement but she was so much more willing to let loose when she allowed the booze monster to take control. A laugh escaped her lips that was snatched up by the music. Well, this was certainly shaping up to be better than a night spent at home.
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Post by RACHAEL MARIE CALLAHAN on Nov 8, 2012 20:38:18 GMT -5
Going to Corrosion was always a gamble. It was a place where horny teenagers run rampant, babies are sometimes conceived, alcohol replaces your blood, and the game of the night is 'Guess which disease I have?'" All nightclubs were like that in a way. A place where anything can happen in anyway and it's heavily sexual no matter what…and then there's bitchin' music playing in the background as well. Kind of like…a soundtrack to drunken mistakes and over-priced booze. Her first time in Corrosion was a night to (not) remember. Once she flirted our way past the security guard (Women are the flesh money of night life), she entered the main area of the club. It had the typical lay out of any other club, a flashy, blue-hued bar illuminated overhead by way too bright lights and managed by a severely metrosexual man while the dance floor was filled to the brim with sweaty, writhing bodies all gyrating in time to the loud music which was supported by a decent sound system with surprisingly good bass while multi-colored lights flashed around the room. She was sixteen back then and desperate to grow up quick. Her confidence had wavered a bit because when she first took in the atmosphere of the room, suddenly growing very self-conscious of her awkwardness and inexperience in all things of this sort. Many nights after that went down in a similar fashion, until Rachael finally came into her own. Now she didn’t give a fuck about what other people thought of her.
Rachael flashed a bright white grin. ”I thought you were either a Thunder or a Fire,” she said, taking the steps necessary to stand in front of her, one of her free hand coming up to lay on Rin’s shoulder for the moment. Could the teacher even hear over the blaring music? Probably not, but Rachael wasn’t thinking straight. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the wrinkle that appears whenever she furrows her brows began to show. Damn Earth, on some level Rachael hated them more than the Waters. All of those pushovers really got under her skin. ”I’m just really glad you’re not one of Earth bitches, ” Befriending a Wind was lie playing Russian Roulette most of the time. You never know what kind of person you were going to get. For someone who wasn’t so forthright when it came to trust, Rachael decided to approach with caution. ”I’m just saying Winds are hard to read, and I sure as shit hate uncertainty,”
Rachael was blessed right now. Two nights in a row and both had turned out to be a complete success. If she had to choose which was going better, she’d have to pick tonight. At least tonight she was walking away with some social interaction. Last night was more of a ‘Drink your problems away’ kind of a night. Everything was perfect about the moment. Rachael was drunk…and well that’s all the incentive she really needed to make her move. Rachael's eyes, two dilated blue holes, glanced up at Rin, An unnerving smirk grew on her abnormally stoic face. She wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling me to her very gracefully, her head tilted up so that as she spoke, her lips moved against Rin’s neck, almost near her ear, ”I think I can keep up with you,” Rachael pulled back, biting her lip anxiously and brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. There was no going back at this point. She either stepped up to the plate or just burned a bridge with Rin.
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Post by CATERINA MELODY RAVENHILL on Nov 11, 2012 2:22:56 GMT -5
Rin knew she definitely preferred the assumption of Thunder or Fire to something a little less ideal like Water. She was incredibly outgoing and friendly and she sure as hell loved to pull pranks on occasion but she did not like being associated with them. They were on the side of the alliance she'd always had a lesser preference for and so she automatically gravitated toward any answer that wouldn't have her on the side of the Earth pussies she so disliked. So she grinned, and it was clear from her expression that the Fire elemental had said the right thing. "A lot of people have told me I probably should have been. That's probably why I got sucked into Wind." She realised the accidental pun afterwards and laughed, leaning into the table for support as the exertion made her head spin. She had the qualities of Thunder, Fire and Water so her element had manifested itself into a life of neutrality.
Neutral or not, she still had opinions. A lot of opinions. Like how the Waters were often annoying and the Earths were a bunch of babies. Thunders needed to live a little (they were far too quiet for the liking of the energetic Wind) and Fires needed to calm their flaming tits. She had her judgements on every element but Earth was her least favourite. "Hell I'm glad of it myself. I'd probably just jump off a bridge." Ah, Exhibit A of Rin not caring about people's feelings when it came to her sense of humour. A lot of people wouldn't find suicide jokes all that amusing but did she care? Of course not. Rin didn't give a damn about anyone except herself. "I don't consider myself all that hard to read," she said, smirking. "What you see is what you get with me. If you can handle it, all the power to ya." Not a lot of people could handle her. Not a lot of people tried. Rin liked to think she had a lot of personality. Maybe she was right or maybe she was full of herself but there weren't a lot of people who wanted to deal with a bitch like Rin all day. Not even for a night, sometimes.
Rachael was already proving herself to be different. She had personality, too, and Rin could feel the silent excitement buzzing in the air as they ditched the stability of the bar and wandered out onto the dance floor. Alcohol made her a tad unsteady but she was not so drunk that she was tripping and falling all over herself. She probably wouldn't have cared much even if she was. The woman had wanted to be an actress and so stage fright wasn't exactly a feeling she was prone to. She loved the spotlight, loved being the center of attention. If she tripped up in front of a crowd she'd laugh and shrug it off. No one mattered to Rin except herself when it came to self-esteem.
She probably wouldn't have heard a damn thing coming out of Rachael's mouth if the dark-haired woman hadn't taken that moment to pull her in close, thankfully not unbalancing the two of them. All right, so alcohol feet hadn't cursed her yet! She returned the smirk without hesitance, never one to stop smiling or grinning. She was an expressive person by default and the vodka she'd drank was certainly helping. "I think you can, too," she said, and her heart was thrumming with excitement and energy as the words passed her lips. She wasn't anxious, not like Rachael, but there was still a certain kind of tension in the air. She was no stranger to drunken hook-ups but that didn't make them any less thrilling when they did occur. She wished it was easier to speak without the need to destroy her voice in the process. "Care to figure out?" She spoke louder than she normally would have, hoping that the pounding of the music didn't steal the words from her lips.
[Shall we bring this to a close, or? <3]
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