SoyouthinkyoucanDANCE?!

[♥ a z r y l i t h]

The Dance Club was in full swing. It was night, it was cold outside, and it was boring, so what better thing to do than to go to a nightclub? It was warm inside, there was alcohol, and not far away there was a place where you could buy fake IDs. Plus there were people dancing. And there was good music. Music that was blaring loud and obnoxious, but still you could barely hear it over the shouts and screams of the inhabitants as they had fun grinding with each other and busting moves that they hoped would earn them a reputation around these parts.
A female ghost was sitting at the bar, watching everyone with keen eyes the color as a stormy sky. This was the place she had frequented -- when she had been alive, that is. Azrylith Moon had died on the same day she had been born. Sure, she hadn't died here, but Az still liked to haunt this club, seeing as it was the only hip place around these parts. Plus, she got to hear good music, although it was so loud an old ghost with their senses dulled could hear it a mile away, and another upside was that she got to evaluate hot guys. Sure, they were living, but she could window shop, couldn't she?

The bartender was making a brief conversation to a drunk whose eyes were lolling; knowing that the idiot drunk wouldn't be listening but that the bartender was a loser who didn't have anyone else to talk to, Azrylith drifted closer until she decided to settle her wispy body in the seat next to them. Leaning closer, Az smiled at the thought of being able to eavesdrop, to do things, and no one would know who it was. No one heard her voice, no one saw her, but they saw the things she did, and that was just as good as being invisible. A smirk graced her facade as she listened to the bartender's words. "You know, a girl jumped off a building not too far from here. The tallest one 'round these parts. She died instantly. But word's getting around that she loves to haunt this place because she frequented it when she was alive and still does after death." If only you knew, thought Azrylith with a sigh. He made it sound like some epic story.
All of a sudden there was a crash and a loud BANG. A drunk man had smashed one of his bottles into the wall. Everybody froze, glared at him for interrupting their dance, and then continued to do whatever they had been doing a moment before as if nothing had happened. Az glared at the man. He couldn't see her, but her face was burning with rage. He'd left a mark on the club's walls and broken glass all around his feet. Didn't he know how dangerous that was? And he was yelling at random people, even daring to sock a guy in the stomach for no reason. He needed to be taught a lesson. As novice as she was in the ways of Everlost, Az was empowered by anger, and so she floated a bit awkwardly -- the teenager was still used to walking on two legs -- toward him.

There was a bar near the man, so Az looked around before taking a huge mug of beer delivered to a drunkard. The drunk man looked scared and unhappy, but he was wise enough to stay silent. Going to the man who had bashed his bottle into the wall, Az poured the beer right over his head, and then smashed the container (it wasn't glass) over his head as well. The man was soaked and in pain. He screamed insults to whoever could hear him and tried to attack another man he thought had hit him. Oh no you don't. Az hurled the beer bottle at him like a boomerang and hit him square in the stomach. He turned a sickly shade of white. Looking a little pale today, are we? She grabbed a Bloody Mary that had been in the hands of one dancer and threw it at him as well. Unfortunately, the Bloody Mary was contained in glass, and so it immediately shattered on impact.
The man groaned and fell down. The people stared at him a moment, cleared a circle, and nervously returned to having their own fun. She knew what they were thinking -- it wasn't their problem. And they were right: it wasn't. Done with her vengeance, inflicted for a reason some would consider illegitimate, Az tossed her hair over her shoulder in a proud way and passed through people -- making them shiver at the sudden drop in body temperature a ghost brought along -- before once again resuming her former stance at the bar. This place was haunted by her, and whoever tried to mess with it would get a dose of their own medicine.

[/size]

[Evane Devine]

Evane was sitting at stool near the front of the pub moving a blokes beer to the edge of the counter, letting it smash to the ground with a crash that was muffled by the loud music typical of any London England Nightclub, when the sound if a brawl in the back of the club, nearest the bar, had caught her attention. Evane hopped off her barstool and casually walked toward the source of the sound, stopping only when she saw a Ghost girl, probably a bit older than she was, beating a drunk to a bloody pulp.

A smile crossed over her face as she grabbed a pitcher of Ice Water and walked casually over to where the other ghost was, walked over to the Drunk, and dumped the water over his head before letting the pitcher drop to the ground with an even louder smash. She then turned to the girl and said, in a thick Irish accent, "Maybe that will cool the bloke off." She turned back to the man, then the girl, and smiled. "Nice touch by the way mate. Names Evane, I haunt Dukes Pub a few blocks down from here." She said rather calmly.

[♥ a z r y l i t h]

Azrylith smiled as she watched a girl come over and pour water over the drunk's head. It wasn't until the girl started speaking to her that Az realized she was a ghost, too. She blinked in surprise -- the teenager hadn't met any ghosts around here yet, or any people that could see her for that matter, and automatically assumed that they would all be hostile or have a cold, foreboding aura. It didn't seem that way, though. They were just like they were in real life. But what could you expect? Az was new to all this. Her mind was so muddled when she was jumping off the building and continued when she died; she had been shocked and confused when her entrance to heaven was denied... well, not denied, but she fell down, and couldn't find "the light" again. Yeah... where's the light at the end of my tunnel? She thought bitterly, however her facade was that of a relaxed, happy one, not betraying her underlying emotions, her expression suppressing an extreme, almost unbelievable fragility.
A nagging sense of familiarity annoyed Azrylith as she studied the girl's features closely. She thought she had seen her somewhere before -- ah! Yes! That was the ghost that haunted the Pub! Az, gifted with the ability to see ghosts (though only when they displayed very strong emotions, such as anger or deep depression, otherwise they remained invisible to her) had seen this girl, once, hurling glasses at some people. She had heard stories about the ghosts who haunted the Pub, and now she was meeting one of them. It was almost, but not quite, like meeting a celebrity.

A friendly smile played across her feature as the British girl nodded. "Thanks for helping me," she said, not sarcastically. The teen continued, "So I'm Azrylith. What's your name? I died recently, so I don't haunt anything... yet... I'm more of a drifter. But I really like to go to this place just to beat up people who degrade others or dare to deface this place. It's like a second home to me, so I guess I haunt it... but not officially." How do you officially haunt something? Go to the Haunting Headquarters, show them your Ghost I.D., name the place you want to haunt, and get a contract if it isn't already taken? Az smiled at that stupid thought.
The ghost seemed young, a lot younger than her. Azrylith was seventeen, still a pretty immature age, but she'd heard of other ghosts who had fallen on the path to heaven that were seventeen or younger. Adult ghosts didn't inhabit Everlost, Az guessed because they wanted to be away from the foolish antics of children. Then it suddenly hit her: she would never see her parents again. If they died and she stayed here, not finding the light. Even if they tripped, they'd go to some other part of Everlost, seeing as they were well over forty. Never again... Tears almost started building up in Az's eyes, but she pushed them away, determined not to humiliate herself in front of the first ghost she had met in a while, and the first person she had met in a while, actually.

((OOC: Sorry it's so short, I'm also RPing on another RPG so I'm switching back and forth. ;3))

[/size]

[Evane Devine]

Evane smiled and stared at the man. "It's no problem. The guy's a fucking creep." She said with a laugh. "My names Evane Devine, I lived near Dukes Pub when I was alive, I...died recently to. Murdered back Summer of 2004 near the pub." She explained, fighting back her anger. She hated Death more than anything. She had no idea how many years went past since her Death, but figured by now she'd be near her age.

"So...how old where you when you died?" She curiously asked Azrylith as a familiar song began playing in the club. "You're not from around England, are you?" She curiously, but nicely, asked Azrylith as she began to silently sing the song.

((OOC-Gah...same with me. Sorry mine's so short. I'm loosing Muse.))