Post by Kyle Night on Apr 1, 2008 10:39:51 GMT -5
The sky was unusually clear this evening, allowing the lights of billions of stars to sparkle freely toward the Earth. With the moon phasing to a waxing gibbous there was plenty of illumination to light up the city, but with its many bars, clubs and pubs spotted about with their beacons shining in the night, there was hardly any need to.
Generally the hot spots were kept dark and mysterious in order to entice the more sinister creatures and lure foolish mortals to their crypts. However, there was another side of the city that welcomed humans, even if they were to eventually become prey or family. These spots, much like The Lounge, hosted a friendly atmosphere for both humans and the paranormal and it was for this reason that Kyle visited such a bar.
Pushing the door open with a firm hand, the resonating beat of the music hit immediately and it danced through his entirety, preparing him for the night ahead with improved self-assurance. He entered with few coin in his pocket, but he wasn’t here to spend money, entertainment could be bought at a low price if one knew what they were doing, or even if they had a short attention span.
He was quite charismatic in himself, determined, and the confidence practically radiated from his being like the warming glow of the sun. In fact, he was quite accurately described as anything fiery; although beautiful and compelling, dangerous all the same. There also wasn’t much logic manipulating his motives as fire never had any reason to be, it just was and because of this it burned so magnificently wherever it chose and right now it chose to sit at the bar, analysing combustibles.
Kyle wasn’t looking to pick a fight exactly, but he was looking for some company, anyone easily excitable with an eye for an uncomplicated night of events. Still, he wouldn’t mind taking things outside if a relationship happened to get a bit dishevelled. He respected the hard work it took to set up a place like this and he respected bars and any place that served alcohol really. Besides, he wasn’t a vandal and only used his fists and fire against people, not places.
“Shit.” He grumbled impatiently, resting his back against the smooth edge of the counter. “Looks as if fun is probably gonna be in short supply tonight.” The sign of no easy targets often represented itself in a form of cuss words and then a line of personal conversation, meaning that he basically had a groan then talked to himself to confirm his examination. Sure he was a peculiar individual, but easy going and easy to approach so someone would come along eventually.
Generally the hot spots were kept dark and mysterious in order to entice the more sinister creatures and lure foolish mortals to their crypts. However, there was another side of the city that welcomed humans, even if they were to eventually become prey or family. These spots, much like The Lounge, hosted a friendly atmosphere for both humans and the paranormal and it was for this reason that Kyle visited such a bar.
Pushing the door open with a firm hand, the resonating beat of the music hit immediately and it danced through his entirety, preparing him for the night ahead with improved self-assurance. He entered with few coin in his pocket, but he wasn’t here to spend money, entertainment could be bought at a low price if one knew what they were doing, or even if they had a short attention span.
He was quite charismatic in himself, determined, and the confidence practically radiated from his being like the warming glow of the sun. In fact, he was quite accurately described as anything fiery; although beautiful and compelling, dangerous all the same. There also wasn’t much logic manipulating his motives as fire never had any reason to be, it just was and because of this it burned so magnificently wherever it chose and right now it chose to sit at the bar, analysing combustibles.
Kyle wasn’t looking to pick a fight exactly, but he was looking for some company, anyone easily excitable with an eye for an uncomplicated night of events. Still, he wouldn’t mind taking things outside if a relationship happened to get a bit dishevelled. He respected the hard work it took to set up a place like this and he respected bars and any place that served alcohol really. Besides, he wasn’t a vandal and only used his fists and fire against people, not places.
“Shit.” He grumbled impatiently, resting his back against the smooth edge of the counter. “Looks as if fun is probably gonna be in short supply tonight.” The sign of no easy targets often represented itself in a form of cuss words and then a line of personal conversation, meaning that he basically had a groan then talked to himself to confirm his examination. Sure he was a peculiar individual, but easy going and easy to approach so someone would come along eventually.