ext_107672 ([identity profile] the4thsister.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-10-27 07:21 pm

Devil's Nest 10.30pm FST Goth Night

Paige pays to go into the goth night she's seen advertised a few days ago Dissolution, she's wearing a a long black dress and a pair of Kink boots , her hair is black and crimped and she's wearing deep red and black make-up

((open to anyone,Paige will be drinking snakebite and black and dancing with NPC goths in the mean time, will also try that whole comment thread thing so wait for the ETA bit))

((ETA threads set up, I think!))

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Paige, right?" A effervescent voice asked. Tonks was flashing a vivacious grin. Her face had been morphed much paler than usual, though her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her hair was long and dark, tumbling down her back. She wore a scarlet silk dress with black lace that fit her animated charm somehow. Glancing into a reflective surface, Tonks couldn't hide the feeling that she looked horribly similar to her aunt Bellatrix.

"How's it going?" She asked, taking a sip of wine. It didn't seem to be her first glass...

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi Tonks it's nice to meet you (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/241044.html?thread=9639572#t9639572)"

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia comes in wearing the outfit she borrowed from Paige, looking a little nervous she sees Paige and walks up to her."Hey thanks for the outfit." She hugs Paige.

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia smiles "Loud" She laughs glancing over at the girl next to Paige. "Who's this?"

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia smiled at Paige's singing and joins in on the dancing.

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia looks over at him and smiles. "He's cute. The hair is nice." Maia says grinning at Paige. "Does he live here in the town?"

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia smiles "I like your hair, I didn't have much time for anything" indicating her twisted hair, the safe form of a dreadlock. "Never done goth before so I was not sure how I should have done the hair thing."

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hamlet? Who's that?" Maia looks confused. "I don't think I've met him before."

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia laughs at the thought of the pink bunny. She goes over and gets a drink and returns to dance. "Thats one way to meet girls." Maia hesitates "I am sorry I ran out on you earlier, but I had to talk to Tara about something. Its all ok though."

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] maias-notebook.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Maia grins "Go talk to him."

Re: On the dance floor

[identity profile] luridpinkspikes.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Tonks, after dancing with one of the random boys, returned to Paige. "Having fun yet?" She asked brightly.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-27 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sawyer avoids all the freaks people at the front of the room, he hasn't spotted Paige and is too scared too really; he's not in black at all and he sticks out like a sore thumb.

"You're supposed to wear black" a voice came from a small boy infront of him, obviouslt on something.

Simply glaring and standing up made the boy leave and he was left alone in his seat for most of the night.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Arms crossed over his chest, he's glaring around him like he's staring them all down and challenging them all; over half of them were in make-up, no scratch that, they were all in make-up. His jeans rode low on him and his button up shirt was opened at the top a few buttons.

Noticing Paige wave, he waves back and goes back to glaring about him. All the freaks looked like they wanted to kill him. Shiver.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Two boys stood infront of Sawyer, obscuring his view of Paige and that freak boy she was with. They crossed their arms over their chest and stared down at him with a grin, like he was some animal in a cage.

"Get up." they ordered him in a monotone voice.

"Why? You wanna see who's taller?" he says as he stands, towering over them with a look as if he was going to kill them.

Stupid eyelined freaks of nature, he wasn't going to let them give him crap because he doesn't dress up in girl clothes and put on eyeliner.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
Sawyer looked at her, like he was puppy that had been slapped by its owner for doing something; he looked at her like he got his hand caught in a proverbial cookie jar. His eyes wide, his jaw ridged and his forehead gainign sweat.

He had no words right now, nothing would come out or he'd deck one of the guys next to them; and that wouldn't blow well over with Paige. "Who's the guy?" he asks over the music, taking his seat again.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Go where? You have your man right there, go get 'em." he pats her hand on his leg, the guy wouldn't last a day around Sawyer. He wasn't about to go over there but if she wanted him to, he would, and there wouldn't be anything too good coming out of his mouth.

Re: Seated Area

[identity profile] conathon.livejournal.com 2005-10-28 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
Before he moved, his mind made his hand clutch hers tightly, like the 'dont leave me alone' type grasp; he didn't notice it until he glanced down and let go, tucking his hands into his pockets. She was drunk, and there was no way to argue with a drunk girl that was surrounded by freaks men that were also drunk.

So this is how it feels to suffer inside.