Rave - Le maître de Transe et de Danse

[Aveilthé]

ATTENTION ROLEPLAYERS: A part of this roleplay will be rated between PG and PG-13 for talk of alcohol, drugs, and swearing, though it is not really that bad. If you are offended by this, please do not read. People who would like to roleplay, PLEASE keep this roleplay PG-13 to PG (or below) rated. Nothing disgusting please. Please exclude anything sexual that would be rated R or X.

Yes, this roleplay is open for all. XD You MUST understand, again, however... If you want to roleplay
here, your character MUST be human, or a hybrid
of a human. Pets are okay.

Edit: THERE WILL ALSO be minor blood and LOTS of awesome action in this roleplay. =)

Edit Number 2: IMPORTANT. If you want to join our RP, YOU MUST READ THE ENTIRE THING. I'm sorry. I'm not going to explain it to you. It's your responsibility to read it yourself so you can understand what's going on. But I promise you, that you will NOT be bored while reading. =)

The iridesence of the electric lighting fixtures along the
ceiling blinded the inhabitants of a very animated
club. The thudding bass of a particular song vibrated
the dance floor, mingled with the heavy steps people
were creating. Though all seemed blithe with the music
exerting from the disc jockey's compact disc table,
one man was not.

The concealed eyes of a young man,
his figure which could almost can be seen, lingered near the bar.
To see the small parts of expression upon his face,
one may tell that he was in a melancholy state.
Dark shades covered his eyes, thus the mention of
his concealed eyes; those that knew him never
see him remove his shades. This man looked young; perhaps
he was in his early twenties. His skin was dark like
his attire. Covering his dark complexion was a black
jacket, unbuttoned. A part of his chest was uncovered,
thus revealing his pectorals and hardcore stomach.
But this cannot be seen for the moment. The young man
that called himself Rave was facing the bar, sitting
delicately upon a round blue-shaded bar chair. An
arm was propped up, his elbow touching the glittering
blue marbled countertop, his hand holding his head.
It was as if he were thinking, though in a depressing
way almost. He seemed devoid of the ecstatic shouting
from the dance floor, and constant tug on his jacket from random
people of whom asked him to dance. He'd simply
shrug his shoulder, shaking his head vigorously.
Passersby whom knew him, shook their heads.

"Seems very unlike Rave," they would say, "he'd never
say no to good thumpin' techno..."

Rave was quite popular in this particular club, of which
was called The Black Kitty. He was well-known for his
spectacular moves, of which most would die for - and
young girls scream for. Tonight, however,
the pumping energy of the music could not hinder Rave.
He had something else in mind for the moment.

"Can I get you anything else, baby doll?" said that
of a woman slightly older than Rave. She wore a skimpy
red tank top, with a skimpy red skirt, and glittering
red high-heels. Her cheeks were bright red with
make-up, and her hair fell to her shoulders, straight
and blonde like a waterfall.

"No," was Rave's reply;
the bartender simply pursed her lips and flicked a strand
of hair out of her face.

She reached over and grabbed
the soda bottle from him. "You used to drink so much
beer," she continued on, as if they had a conversation
going on for a long time.

"Yuh, well... I quit, Miz Jess." His reply was quick and
sharp, as if he wanted to end such a small conversation
as quickly as possible. Jess, who was devoid of Rave's
attitude, took out a clean towel from a cabinet and
proceeded cleaning the bottle to put away.

"It's that girl, isn't it? She made ya quit, huh?" Replied
Jess.

"Yuh, that be my girl Zee," were his last, final words.
If only he removed his shades, the bartender would
be able to see his expression. Right now, he was
glaring at Jess. Grunting something under his breath,
Rave turned around in his seat and watched the
crazed people on the floor. The place was massive;
there was that dance floor, at least fifty feet or more
in perimeter.

For five minutes, he scanned the floor for Zatheena.
Not finding her, he turned around and slammed his fists
on the counter. "Damn it, Zee, where are you?" he
muttered. On the inside, he was a bit worried. She
hadn't come for a few hours. The first time he arrived
at The Black Kitty, he was content that Zatheena
would arive the same time he would. Rave was
partying and having a good time, until worry consumed
him, forcing him to stop and brood in the dark. Reaching
down to the pocket of his black pants, he took out
a purple leather wallet. He reached his sturdy looking
fingers into the slit and obtained a few coins to pay
for his soda. "Here, hon," said he, and dropped the
coins on the counter with a clatter. Jess smirked and
took the coins, counting them. Satisfied, she'd look up
at Rave. "Hope your girlfriend arrives soon," said she
with a bit of a sing-song in her voice.

Rave frowned at her. "She ain't my girlfriend."

[Relairah]

While the inhabitants of this club danced and partied,
outside was seemingly quiet, except sounds of car
engines, or someone locking up for the night, yet not all
was still. It was night here in the city, and all who were
out at this time had to be aware, for gangsters were
about and one can never be too careful here.

The sound of footsteps hitting concrete could be heard
coming nearer and nearer the building. A young
woman, deep, black hair pulled back into many braids
ran swiftly up the street, or rather to the side of the
street. Her frame tall and thin, a black tank-top upon
her upper body, showing her dark belly, and her legs
covered by large bell-bottums. Her large, black boots
thudded on the ground as she ran. Rather large
earings dangled from her earlobes, and shades covered
her eyes. A large, golden band was worn about high
about her right arm, engravings in it. About her waste
was a large, black belt, two pistols inserted, one on
either side. She panted as she ran, seeming to be much
in a hurry.

She didn't slow as she neared the door to the Black
Kitty, but instead burst through, looking about rappidly
for another. Shouting as she darted toward him, "OH
MY GAWD RAVE! GET YO LAZY ASS OFF DAT SEAT! DA
COPS AR' CUMIN! WE GOTTA RUN!" She reached him,
not hestitating to grab his arm and give it a rather
rough yank. She would wait for him to follow before
turning and darting, but she really had no time to wait.

She didn't take the time to glance at the other people
here, not giving much of a care about them. She did
glance at the door then back at Rave, urging him to
come with her. They had to get out of here.

OoC: Sorry about it being short and cheesy x3

[Aveilthé]

"Zee--!" yelped Rave, surprise crossing his face as he
twirled around in his seat. A grin almost spread across
his lips, but faltered to a frown as he tried to utter, "The hell's
wrong witchya, woman--" but had no time to finish,
for a hand flew out of no where and grasped tightly
to his arm, yanking him hard. Such force came suddenly,
that he nearly fell off his bar seat. "What the shit... What
didchya do this time?"

Brows furrowed as he shook
Zee off, yet she all ready proceeded to scamper.
He immediately followed suit, pushing people out of
the way. He felt eyes on him, yet it seemed that
people cared less about his presence for now anyway,
however popular he was. Some cursed at him, yet
never understood who flew at them and knocked them
over. Rave ran, tailing Zee, breathing hard. "Shit, girl,
you can run," he muttered, his coat flying behind him.
Reaching for the inside of his jacket, he pulled out a
key.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed three
austere-looking police in their usual white uniforms (for
in the City of Thor, police dress this way), pushing
people out of the way to get to them. One pulled out
a rather bizarre-looking item, and prodded people - they
reacted violently to such a thing, and drew back to
allow the police to draw their weapons to aim
at the two running fugitives.

"Aww, DAYAM," cursed Rave, veering in a corner to go
out of the club the back way. He heard the music stop,
and people screaming hysterically. Pretty soon, they
were outside of the rather massive-looking night club.
"Yo Zee, here!"

In the back parking lot, it was filled with a variety of vehicles
known to Thor. Rave's, in partcular, possessed a
motorcycle that was not unheard of in the city. Without
hesitating, he hopped onto his bike, making
room for Zatheena to hop on behind him on the same
seat. This bike was huge; it had two great wheels like
any motorbike. He plunged the key into the dashboard.
Cranking up the motor, it soon came to life. The back
door crashed open, and the three police ran out, raising
their ominous-looking guns, pointing it at Rave and Zee's
direction. More police flooded out, many knowing that
they will soon escape.

[Relairah]

She didn't slow her pace, pushing people out of her
way as well and racing through the crowd. She didn't
need to look to see if Rave were behind her, she could
hear his voice as he talked. Yet when he asked her
what she did this time, she glared at him over her
shoulder, frowning. "Who cares right now...no time to
explain," was her simple reply.

She glanced about them, watching as police rammed
through the crowd, trying to reach them, using
whatever bizzare thing it was and shoving people
aside. She mummbled under her breath and glanced at
Rave again, "Could ya move any slower?" she
muttered, and slipping out the back way swiftly.

She heard as the place went into chaos and only
continued, not slowing her pace, hearing Rave call her
name and followed him now. She smiled slightly when
the motorcycle came into view and swept her leg over
the seat, sitting down behind Rave. She nudged him
slightly, urging him, "Get this ting movin," she
demanded, grasping him.

Looking behind her as more police swarmed out she
scowled, "Damn police," was emitted from her lips
before she turned her gaze foward. As they went
foward her hair whipped out behind her, and she didn't
need to glance back to know that some of the police
were already reaching their own vehicles and would
soon be after them.

[Aveilthé]

Leaning forward a bit, his hands grasped the handles
of the motorcycle. Lifting up his feet, he'd kick the prop
and let the machine balance itself before he proceeded
turning it 90 degrees. He'd face the cops, two of which
scurried towards him, shooting at him and his
partner-in-crime, though missing.
"Ha, you bastards have da worst aim evah!" Smirking,
he'd let his motorcycle rear as he moved forward, and
in no time, zoomed off at an incredible speed, gaining
momentum every time at about 90 miles an hour. Pretty
soon as Rave entered a quiet road, 15 units were
tailing him and Zee, their bizarre siren-noises blaring.
They were speeding at 100 miles an hour, dodging
a vehicle every now and then. Rave was quite skilled.

The polices' vehicles of Thor were quite different than
the police cars as most people knew. These cars
were futuristic-looking, and incredibly high-tech.
They were round, and metallic-white, and actually hovered
five feet above the road. Blaring sirens flashed on top.
Knowing
this, Rave had entered into a very dangerous situation.
His jacket blew behind him, though he felt Zee's
hands gripping his waist. "Don'tchya worry yo'self,
Zee-baby," he yelled to have his voice heard above the
roaring wind, swerving fantastically to the left
to avoid collision to another hovering car heading to his
direction.

[Felypsa]

oOc| Wewt, I'd really like to join, but I can't see how...I'll just sit back and watch this incredibly awesome chase scene. Yeh, that's right. </pointless>

[Aveilthé]

OOC: You can find some way to join if you'd like, Foxeh! Like... maybe you can have a cop if you'd like. I heard tell Wom sayin' that she had a cop character that she'd LOOOVE to bring out. (His name's Dober). I think she'll bring him out later~ish. Hikaru and I are sort of stopping here to allow more charries to pop in, if anyone would like to join the Super-Duper-Matrixwannabe-Chase-Theme. *high-pitched Hee hee!*. It will not be THAT matrix-like, but the theme here is sort of like it. It's just like any other chase theme from movies out there. Heehee. XD

[Felypsa]

oOc| Oh, oh, hmm...I have a human-hybrid character I'd like to bring out, but she's not a cop...I guess she'll help out Rave and Zee, then, if they don't mind getting some help.

“What the hell! Goddamn cyclists!” yelled the taxi driver, at the same time as his passenger cried, “Great Rashnu above!” The cause of such exclamations was the motorcyclist that was driving on the wrong side of the road, had very nearly missed hitting the taxi, and was speedily pursued by a myriad of police cars. The passenger, a young black girl by the name of Khalid, peered out the window as the taxi driver pulled over. The police cars went rushing by on the other side of the road, and she could still make out the motorcycle in the distance. Normally she would just let the cops catch the criminals, and wish them godspeed too, for the motorcyclist had nearly killed her and the taxi driver. But Khalid was strangely intrigued, and her curiosity was getting the better of her. She was not ordinarly impulsive, but something was telling her that she had to meet up with those two (she had just realized that the motorcyclist had a passenger as well) who were fleeing the police.

With thought came action. “Follow that motorcycle,” she ordered the driver, who was very surprised. But when Khalid promised him extra money, who was he to refuse? He revved up the engine once more, and made a hairpin turn that would have thrown Khalid from the car, had not the door been closed and her seatbelt dutifully on. The taxi sped on, and it was not long before the squad cars came into view. Khalid’s small black eyes narrowed as she took in the scene, carefully calculating what needed to be done. The decision itself, she knew, was irrational, and the fact that she made it so was very uncharacteristic of her. But, regardless of reason, she had a goal in mind, and she would accomplish it. She waited until the taxi pulled alongside a police car, then ordered the driver, “Keep going straight.” Then she stripped off her clothes, trenchcoat, sandals, cap, and all. The driver’s eyes bugged out, for she was not homely, but she coolly snapped her fingers and pointed straight ahead. He yanked his eyes from the rearview mirror and very studiously concentrated on the road. Meanwhile, Khalid unbuckled her seatbelt, opened her door, grabbed the side of the roof, and swung herself easily up onto the top of the car. Wind whipped through her, attempting to throw her off the cab, but she stood firm. Then, eyeing the police car beside her, she leaped.

As she leaped she changed. Her skin became hard red-black armor, two wavering antennae poked out of her bald head, two large mandibles formed where her mouth once was. By the time she landed on the police car, she was a human-sized fire ant, her six legs easily holding on to the smooth surface of the car. She took a couple of tentative steps forward, for the wind was still her enemy, and grabbed the windshield in her strong mandibles. With a great toss of her head, she tore the whole windshield clean off the car. The cops inside, agape at the monster that was attacking their car, and suddenly prone to the piercing wind that comes from going 100 mph, lost control of the car, swerving to the left and crashing into a truck going the opposite way. Before the car had completely crashed, however, Khalid, still in her fire ant form, leaped to the next car up. If Rave and Zee happened to look, they would see a most peculiar sight: a giant ant atop police cars, ripping out their windshields and sending them crashing on the other side.

The taxi, meanwhile, kept up with the police cars, and the driver inside carefully ignored what was going on outside. His determination was fueled entirely by the promise of money, and his resolution would not be shaken. Besides, he had to be there to give that girl back her clothes when she was done.[/color]

[Wyndbain]

Dober had been enjoying a donut when he recieved the radio from his squad that they were chasing down two fugitives. He wasn't one of those stereo-typical donut and coffee loving cops, he just liked to have a good donut every now and then. Anyone who thought otherwise usually got a good smack on the head; if he was off duty that is.

Dober's ears perked as the radio crackled to life, announcing in a static voice that two suspects in a murder case were heading into his area and that he should get his tail into action. He picked up the walkie-talking that was clipped to his belt and brought it up to his muzzle, clicking the button that would allow him to respond.
"Copy that Kate, and by the way, someone owes me one for this." The speaker went on to inform other officers in the area while Dober trotted over to his own personal motorcycle, one that he had modified himself, and climbed aboard. Quickly he slipped the black helmet over his large ears, which stuck out through two holes in the plastic, and pulled the attatched goggles on over his eyes. He revved the engine a few times, simply to hear the lovely purr of the motor in his ears before kicking the stand up and taking off into the street in the direction he had been told the chase was taking place.

In moments his ears picked up the wail of sirens among the roar of wind as he sped along the road and not long after he could see the flashing lights of his fellow officers chasing down the suspects. A grin came to his muzzle to reveal sharp canines that he often used to snag fleeing criminals as the adrenaline rushed through him. This was the excitement of the chase he lived for, wondering if you'd come out dead or alive trying to protect the city. With his bike he was able to increase his speed and weave around his comrades to get to the main target. Now being closer to the scene, Dober became aware of the rather large insect that was insisting on ripping the police cars appart and causing them to crash along the road way.

With all the skill he had, Dober managed to keep the bike steady with one paw while the other pulled out a pistol that had been strapped to his belt, which looked somewhat awkward against the dark blue jeans he usually wore while off-duty. Taking careful aim of the insectiod's legs, he pulled the trigger and fired off six bullets, not praying that they could hit, but instead confident of his skill that they would.

[Aveilthé]

The moon glimmered on high, bringing shine by
reflection with a sparkling luster to Rave's swaying
necklace of which hung around his neck, beating upon
his chest every now and then due to him leaning
forward. This necklace illustrated the letter 'R', which
may undoubtedly be the symbol of the first letter
of his name. On the center of this letter, a shining
gemstone of some kind shone there, often glittering
by the reflection of passing car-lights - most of which pissed-
off drivers blared their horns and gave rude gestures
to the whacko motorcyclists.

A few cars ran into light
posts, simply to avoid colliding into Rave, or because
they were panic-stricken by the ant-creature causing
more mahem to the police cars than Rave and his
girl riding with him. For the time being, the
misunderstood criminals, or at least Rave, failed to
notice the great ant tearing up the cars, but the sound
of metal being ripped apart caused Rave to look
behind his shoulder. "Oh my God!" His eyes - though
you couldn't see them - went wide with
dumbfoundedness. His mind seemingly went blank
for a few seconds, which was definitely a bad thing
to happen, especially when one was driving on a road
now packed with nocturnal drivers and whatnot. He
turned around, and issued a deep, thunderous yell.
A giant truck was zooming straight at him!
"HOLY [grrr]--" he screamed, but it was nearly
impossible to dodge it. "HANG ON, ZEE!"

His sweating dark hands gripped the handle-
bars of his purple-black motorcyckle. Once more
rearing his bike, and the motor whining and screeching,
the sound of metal hitting rubber was apparent.
His wheels had hit the front end of the truck, or the nose.
For a moment, if one payed attention, his shades seem
to glow, or at least something behind them were aglow.
A light was cast from his eyes, soft purple light, and
with an incredible force, the motorcycle flew straight
up into the air. At least twenty feet, Rave, Zatheena,
and the motorcycle were suspended into the air, then
slowly, the bike began to fall to the earth. The truck
below zoomed passed beneath the motorcyclists' feet.

Rave would steal a glance, shifting his shaded eyes
to the truck below. It seemed as if time suddenly
slowed, as they began to fall towards the earth,
gravity forcing them down. Would they make it? Or
would they hit the truck? Rave could hear his own
heart pounding hard on his chest. The use of his
psychic ability surely helped them, but Rave could
only do so much when it comes to weight. If he were
stronger, he'd send him, his bike, and his girl soaring
into the night sky, but now it wasn't possible.

The truck did not go by as fast as Rave would like.
The motorcycle hit the far end of the truck, and with
such a great force, caused Rave to lose his balance
on the bike and be thrown off. He didn't know what had
happened to Zee, but for a moment, he rolled a few
times before he layed there, upon bumpy metal, near
the edge. Rave clutched his shoulder for a second, baring
his teeth and wincing with pain. "Aaargh," he moaned,
steadily rising onto his feet. It was only a few seconds
before he realized that he indeed landed on the truck,
and not the earth. "Damn it," he snarled, and turned
around. There were the police cars, wizzing pass
other vehicles, and that great ugly monster
ripping the units' cars.

Eyes even cought another unsightly motorcyclist,
undoubtedly a part of the police force, for the helmet-
bearing officer held a pistol pointing at the great ant.
Setting his own bike down, Rave knew he had a more
important matter to deal with. His eyes raked around
the scene for Zatheena, understanding that she
simply must be around. As he walked through
the wind blowing against his body, he held his jacket
firmly upon him in fear of it flying away. He reached
his hand up to his face. Blood was trickling down his nose,
but it was not that vital. He merely wiped it away,
thoughts swarming his mind about the chaotic
mess engulfing the freeway.

[Relairah]

Zatheena was leaning foward, her large earings that
dangled from her ear lobes catching street lights now
and then, but not giving off such a blare as Rave's
necklace. She'd glance now and then at a car swirving
to the side or smashing into a pole, but would only turn
her gaze ahead once more. The stone that she wore
about her own neck glimmered slightly, but didn't give
off as much a reflection simply because it had less room
perhaps. She hearing cars being ripped behind her was
rather curious but hadn't taken the time to look, until
Rave spoke, then did she turn her gaze to look and her
own eyes widened as well, and looking foward was
when she also saw the truck. About the same time
Rave shouted she did as well, "HOLY SHIT!"

She leaned foward even further, tightening her grip
about his waist, having no interest in falling off while he
did whatever he would. She didn't think...couldn't think,
which, like Rave's mind going blank, was quite
dangerous. Her own hands were sweating, and thus
her grip was not as tight as it would be should her
hands be dry. She however clasped her hands
together, and wasn't surprised when they suddenly
were suspended in the air.

She glanced down watching below her in wonder, fear,
and excitement. She looked up once more, suddenly it
struck her mind that Rave couldn't keep them like this
forever, and that she should aid him, with her own
psychic ability. A fiery glow rimmed her shades for a
second but it was too late by the time she'd thought to
aid him.

When they fell she was able to keep the bike from
falling off the truck, and kept it on the end, yet the force
through her off as well, flying through the air, and once
again her mind went blank yet she extended her arms
foward, fingers seeking something to grab onto to
break her fall. It happened all quite rappidly, and her
fingers felt the cold surface of the edge of the truck.
She gripped slightly, feeling as her fall was stopped.

She winced, gasping slightly, the sudden stop yanking
on her arms, making them feel as though she had
ripped them from their sockets. She dangled there on
the edge of the truck, gazing about herself, or as far as
she could on below her and to her two sides. She
looked down, "Shit," she muttered under her breath,
moving slightly to make sure her grip was firm, for her
hands being sweaty wasn't helping her grip at all. She
looked first left and saw where cars were swirving and
driving, and then to her right where the police cars
were still pursuing. Her vision was limited as she was
on the end of the truck, and she looked up, not being
able to see over the edge and onto the roof of the
truck.

She hoped that Rave was okay, and she shifted slightly
once more, regripping the edge. She bit her lip, unsure
of what to do. She refused to let herself think that Rave
had been thrown to the ground. She was sure that
wouldn't happen. She looked about as the truck drove
swiftly down the road, and didn't see any sign of her
friend's body. "Damnit Rave, you had better be okay,"
she mummbled. She was constantly slipping and having
to shift and regrip. It was getting anoying.

[Felypsa]

One, two, three, four, five, six—that was how many cars Khalid tore up until she decided she had made her point. Standing on the last car, which was currently immobile, she was suddenly aware of one, two, three, four, five, six sharp jabs to her legs, not enough to give serious pause, but enough to hurt a little. Her ant’s exoskeleton was just strong enough to offer her some protection, but if she hung around long enough one of those bullets might tear through her armor. She fixed her beady eyes on wherever the bullets had come from, and saw another motorcycle, one with a cop on it. Khalid seethed with anger at herself for letting herself get so carried away. This was really unlike her! How could she not have thought that reinforcements would be sent? Well, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. And she didn’t care to engage in a one-on-one battle with a cop who could shoot, and shoot well.

She jumped down, pushing the empty police car between herself and the pistol-wielding motorcyclist. Convinced of momentary safety, she looked around, her antennae waving, seeking the criminals she had unreasonably attempted to help. She thought she could detect them both on top of a truck. But her immediate concern was her getting away without being identified. For all these cops knew, she wasn’t human at all—just some science experiment gone horribly wrong, set loose on the city. But she couldn’t change here. Mainly because she was naked, and it was too brisk to be running about without clothes, and she would also run the risk of getting identified. She needed her taxi. She waved her antennae some more, seeking her cabbie, and found him tailing the truck on which the motorcycle lay. Oh, of course—she’d told him to follow the motorcycle.

Khalid ran through her options quickly, then decided that the one who had shot at her needed to be distracted. He was the one threat, the one obstacle she needed to hurdle before she could reach that cab. Khalid thus seized the police car in front of her, and half-lifted it (it was very heavy, even for one with the strength of a giant ant), then half-threw it in the general direction of the cop. Hopefully he would move to avoid it, so it wouldn’t land on him and kill him; Khalid wanted no lives on her conscience. Injured, maybe, but not killed. The moment she had done this, she ran towards the taxi. There was no way she could catch up with it without hitching another ride—so she hopped on the first police car she saw, and made sure not to destroy this one. With a little luck, she would catch up to the taxi, slide in and change at the same time, and then take it from there. But there was a lot of road, cars, and police between her and that point. For now, though, she was a giant ant, cruising on a cruiser.[/color]

[Aveilthé]

A scratch was noticable upon the back of the large
truck where the motorcycle fell and skid.
The truck itself was filled with products; the
stupid and void driver himself didn't know that there
was something - somethings, actually, trying to obtain
their safety on top. Perhaps he was too busy looking
at the side of his window, hesitating whether to stop,
but that would cause the market to go down dramatically
if he didn't arive as planned. These were his own affairs.

Rave raked the area with his eyes once more, but though he felt
a bit dizzy from the fall, couldn't see nor hear Zatheena's
voice. "Aw, gawd, Zee... ZEE!" he screamed, running
forward a few times, and skidding to a halt as to not
fall off the edge. At that very moment, a soft sound
reverberated somewhere to his right. Glancing to such
a direction, he noticed a slender hand gripping the edge
of the truck. Letting loose a bunch of swearwords that
would make a pirate blush, the bold young man dropped
to his knees and scrambled anxiously to the edge.
Extending both hands, he'd grab her arm. Being a
strong fellow, he would be able to pull her up as if she
were nothing more than a lightweight sheet. Breathing
heavily, he'd pull her up smoothly, if rather successfully;
if it was done as planned, Rave would sit down and
pant heavily, 'indian' style. "Awe, Zee, look what yo've got us into.
Ya gotta lot to explain once we get through this, yanno."
With his forefinger, he pushed his shades up, for it was
sliding down his nose. "Mmmn," he thought, looking out
to the great ant; "look t' me like someone's doin' our
dirty work. N' lucky I was there t' save yo' neck."

[Relairah]

Zatheena continued looking for her friend, sure he was
okay and then grinning slightly when she heard his
voice, loud and clear. She looked up, still being not able
to look over the top of the roof, and was relieved and
glad that she hadn't much to worry about, at least as
far as for his condition. She opened her mouth,
shouting in reply, "RAVE! RAVE I'M OVER HERE!" She
thought maybe he might've heard her, but was unsure
as her voice might've been swept away in the wind that
was blowing by from the moving truck. She continued
looking about herself, hoping he'd heard her and as
she looked up slightly she could see his form to her left.

Soon she felt herself being pulled upwards and she
gripped tightly upon his own arm, and once her elbows
were higher she sort of half climbed up and half was
pulled the rest of the way. From atop the truck she got
a better look at what was going on and the rather
large commotion that had been behind them. What met
her gaze was rather to her surprise, but she was glad
of it, and so turned and sat beside Rave, biting her lip
and then giving a slight shrug. Now was perhaps not
the right time to explain herself, and as he had said,
she had explaining to do when they got out of this. She
didn't need to wonder if they would get out of this
because they had escaped much worse situations.

She nodded slightly, "Yea, ay will when ay get th'
chance," she said in reply. Her eyes fell upon the other
motorcyclist, one of the police she could tell, and then
her gaze followed the giant ant for a while, "An' good
thin' too." She was glad that they really hadn't had to
do much of the dirty work this time, but she shrugged
and looked at Rave. "So, now wha?" she asked, not yet
rising to her feet.

[khoyote]

Just a general warning; there will be swearing and some violence and rinking because that just how she is. lilr. good times. Some of these plot lines will be taken from past memroies and things that have happened to me.


Monet.... x.

"SHUT THE [grrr] UP AND STAY THE [grrr] AWAY FROM ME!!" She yelled at the top of her lungs toards the door that she just exited from. She pointed at the door as she made a scene infront of the vast crowds of ravers. She had a look of disgust on her face as she swayed back and forth. Something was up. What is up with her tonight? She still held her forty bottle of Pilsner Urquell beer in her hand as she entered the sidewalk of the club street.

The street was filled with all sorts of people. Some normal everyday people just trying to get by but mostly ravers and punks and more. They just flocked the streets everynight of the weekends. They came to the many cllubs to show off there crazy DDR dance moves twirling their glowsticks and moshing and just having a good time. Most too ecstacy in order to become one with the music and then other took heavier drugs. Sometimes a stench of marijuanna could be smelled yet the smell of smokes was the most common. The flocked past Monet. Bright neon colors filled the streets giving them a certain aura of a rainbow. Hot leather pink shirts and yellow micro minis. Glow sticks filled the place. Raver Central they called this place.

Then there was Monet. She wasn't the typical raver. She was Punk Raver. She did her own kind of trend that people looked at her funnily for. She stood there leaning agianst a wall now as she needed to grasp a vision agian. Her head swirled with drunken dizzyness. What a horrible feeling. Right next to her stood two girls macking each other. She looked over to them and shrugged it off. So normal for her to see this. She herself was a bisexual figure. She was curious. What can I say. A soft breeze brushed past her as it bristled her blonde bleached hair with black underlining swayed along with it. Crazy neon pink and green eyeshadow makeup stuck out prominently as her aqua hued eyes grasped realisty. The colors worked well with her olive complexion. She didn't have normal eyes. They were slitted like a cats. They were dillutted because she drank too much. She yawned slightly as it allowed a cool purple glow to form from her mouth. What's this? She had a tongue peircing that was a glow stick stud that was actually quite awesome. You know the only reason she got a tongue piercing was only to give guys... uhh.. i won't go there. ( xP ) She slouches slightly as fixes her tank top with whie skulls printed upon them. Straight-legged pants cropped to her mid-leg seemed dirt like she hadn't washed them for a while. Multiple chainy belts with glowing studs hanged loosely around her slim waist. She had a tiny figure. A meer 110 lbs. Yet she was heavily endowed on the upper top. A mid c sized bra size was hidden by that white and black top. Random chained tied to glowsticks hung from her various pockets and loops and her wrists.

She took another swig of her beer. She was so [grrr]in sick of feeling all these emotions. Her beau had broken up with her and starting macking another girl right infornt og her right after he told her. Then some jerk started hitting on her, touching her. She couldn't take it.

She witnessed the crazy incident. She saw this huge mack truck driving and then this motorcycle just smash into it. it was like in slow motion or something (blame the beer). When the bike hit the truck she dropped her beer from the sound. "[grrr]!" She screamed out. She lost her beer. Ugh. Now she was pissed. She yelled out at them. "Who the [grrr] do you think you are starting such a commotin and then makeing me drop my beer. [grrr]tards!"

Then she looked up and saw that he was okay with this chick with the bije atop of the truck. "what the...." She now knows that something is up. She forgot that people have powers. dude. too much alchohol.

"You owe me a beer." She started walking towards the truck and when she was about to say something else, she passed out completely in the middle of the first lane.