JuST DaNCe

[fresh]

The beat
The base
The pump
The rush
The lights
The colors
The people
The sounds
The moves

Salome was dancing hard. The beat was in her, moving her, making her live. Salome's whole body gyrated and swung, her hips were going, her hands were feeling her body. Feeling another body. Feeling anybody. It was that kind of club.

The lights moved in such a rapid succession and frequency the weaker clubbers had to leave on a stretcher. That was this places gimmick, the lights. The lights were bright with out bringing the place up, flashy, rapid, and danced right along with the music in perfect harmony. This was "The Pit," and it was packed.

Any one is allowed in, the bouncers only there for decoration and to dance. All races, all religion, all species were welcome, just so long as they could dance.

The Pit is one of the bigger clubs in Touchdown City, with out actually looking it. The outside building was blank and bare. located by the docks, the building the pit was under was just an empty warehouse. you had to know The Pit was here. The other best part of The Pit was it's location, the Pit wasn't above ground, it was below, taking up the subways, the rails, and the basements of many buildings, The Pit went deep and winding, not tall and wide. The tunnels created an amazing acoustic effect, there was only 1 DJ, but the speakers and the echo filled every spot.

Tonight's DJ was Salome's boyfriend, but she didn't have time to pay any attention to him, she was to preoccupied with the music. The wonderful music that filled her, fed her, made her salivate, made her wet. no one ever had sex in The Pit, they didn't need to, the grinding and the music was euphoric enough. Tonight's flavor; Techno.

Salome needed a breather, nudging away from her spot, which was quickly filled up, Salome went to one of the many bars, and ordered a drink. Dropping some CC into it she scanned the crowed. Many of them were already users, but those who weren't needed to become one. She would go try and hustle off her product as soon as it kicked in. In this club you don't need to ask, you just put it in their hands and they'll take what ever it is.

It was that kind of club.

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N U N G A

respected sir

Oh dear. What was a prestigious gentleman doing wandering the streets of the dirtiest part of town? To be totally honest, this gentleman had become lost. Although if you asked him that - he would deny it. It was fortunate that this Vishnu could read minds so well. He had already avoided a murderer, a potential beating from a random gang, and three pickpocket attempts. What was a gentleman to do when he was lost in the worse part of the city?

Nunga was constantly searching the minds of those about him, waiting for one person to mentally give him the directions out of this place. But, unfortunately, none of these wretched fools were thinking of leaving. They were too busy wasting all their money on these casinos, drinking their life savings away, or playing ridiculous games such as holo-ball. The tall Vishnu impatiently flicked his head and gazed around. Perhaps he could go into that bar, The Pit, with the wild lights, crazy dancing, and drugs. Resisting the urge to bash his head against the nearest wall, he strode into the bar, blinking wildly. The flashing lights hurt his eyes, and the loud music attacked his ears.

He was mentally shocked at the things these teenagers were thinking. Nunga didn't avoid showing his distaste for the trashy way the people were dancing, for the harsh smell of beer and other cheap drinks that were served here, or for the drugs that people were handing out and receiving freely. The stately looking gentleman edged, at the fringe of the dancing. He picked his way around, searching for the bar and wondering how he would find his way back out. It had been only through the mind of another that he had found The Pit. Giving up the hunt, Nunga began to invade the minds of others again. It was like hearing a thousand voices talking, whispering, screaming - all of that at once. Finally able to focus on a single voice, the Vishnu saw a picture of a crowd of kids dancing with music flashing and him standing off to the side.

Eyes snapping open, Nunga turned and walked toward a bar he didn't see previously - most likely because of the lights. Stopping in front of the person who's mind he had gained access too, he attempted to be heard over the pounding music.

[/size] ^{"May I inquire as to where the businesses are located?"}[/size] Finding he couldn't hear himself yell over the music, he tried again, only this time speaking to her mind. 'May I inquire as to where the businesses are located?'[/size][/i] While waiting for the expression of shock to pass over her face, the green-skined Vishnu assessed her appearance.

Nunga's gaze swept from the Sall's head, to her toes. The small Sallons'd stood under five foot, causing the seven foot Vishnu to seem like a towering giant. Her skin was fairly tan, although not as tan as most Sallons'd skin was. Perhaps it was an effect of that crude drink people called beer and the drugs that she put into her system. Her wings were large, especially for her body size. Nevertheless, her sall sacs - as some called them - were much to small for her. Although, perhaps her wing span helped to make up for that. Her neon colored bands were yellow, orange, and, surprisingly, white. The Vishnu briefly wondered why a Sall of all people would have white bands. He did have to admit though, the color combination did fit what he had already gleaned from her mind. Her face was rather sharp. Although, perhaps the word the Vishnu was looking for was angular. Her hair was pulled back in some attempt of pony tails - though this act only served to make her face look even thinner. With a small cough, the Vishnu's piercing gaze returned to Salome's face.
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M U S E: six
T I M E: one hour, forty-two minutes
C O U N T: six - four - six
I N S P I R A T I O N: pie?
N O T E: well, try not to be too harsh on me 'cause it's my first time role playing nunga, lol. also, words that are underlined and colored are spoken. words that are italicized, underlined, and colored are thought in another person's mind. words that are italicized are simply thought.

...hope i didn't confuse you too much o.o
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