
01-09-2009, 05:14 PM
Gabriel strode the streets of the city, hands in the pockets of his trench coat. It was a cool night, but the clouds wee absent, leaving the moon to shine it's light upon the city. Not that it did much, of course. The light pollution was too strong for her brilliant rays to light upon any but the darkest of alleyways and parks, neither of which were his destination tonight. No, tonight was simply a night for fun.
As if he had known where the place was all his life, Gabriel turned and went down a set of stairs, leading to a doorway. It seemed to just lead to an abandoned building, but it was actually a night club. He knocked lightly on the door and a rectangular panel slid open, revealing a set of nearly white eyes. "Just me Rasmund." he said quietly. He could barely hear himself over the music inside. It seemed like very note was fighting to get through that small opening. Despite this though, the panel slid shut and the door opened, the thickly muscled man behind it stepping aside to let him in. Gabriel smiled and nodded his thanks.
It was nearly full, as with most weekend nights. A claustrophobic would have died at the sight. Good thing he didn't mind physical contact. He was bumped quite a few times on his way to the bar, but he managed to both get there, and find an empty seat. He slid into it and caught the eye of one of the bartenders, to which he simply smiled. The girl smiled back and set to work making a drink for him. While waiting for it, he pulled his white-as-bone hair free of it's ponytail and let it fall down his back, tucking it behind one ear. A very small silver cross dangled there from an equally small chain.
A moment later, his drink slid on front of him. He caught it and smiled again at the girl who had made it. And again, she smiled back, then got back to work taking orders for the rest of the people lined up before her. He turned then and leaned against the bar while sipping his drink and watching the activity around him, his pale skin, nearly the same white as his hair, flashing a myriad of colors as the lights of the club passed over his face.
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