Roleplay Live : Group : The Death Club
Special Event – First Live in Four months
Farewell Halcyon Days – Part One
Players:
CharlotteCarrendar
iShatteredSanity
DrakonMacar
LadyBelz
Carrendar (PainlessLaceration)
VexatosShadeVasillios
iShatteredSanity: -It had been… Hell, it had been a really really long time ever since the doors of Deathclub had opened for the public. But how could the club open when some fucker had decided to sue Helena for damage on his body? And yeah, there had been someone who was damaged by Helena, the poor bastard who tried to make her suck his dick and he ended up losing it as Helena turned into a ninja for some time and cut it from its base and then sliced it in half. Yeah, it was that guy. And since Helena was the proxy, the whole situation affected the whole club, so Demetrios had decided to close it for some time; Dietrich as well supported that idea. But now, after almost four months, the club opened its doors to the public. It had been on the radio and every media in Prague, even on Facebook; the grand reopening of Deathclub. Many people had walked those streets and felt happy that they could finally, finally go back in their own paradise. As usual the doors were closed till it was 12 am. Inside the club was cleaned and everything was in place. The lights, the lightning effect, the snow effect, the fire throwers, the letter walls, the old generators, they were all set and operating. All the sections clean and ready to accept the customers. The lounge tidy and clean. The bar getting ready by the staff. Helena and Anna were already inside the office after Demetrios’ request. Alexandros had a few things to tell them and they needed to discuss. Pretty much everything was going smoothly. Outside the club the people had already began to gather even two and three hours earlier. Ivan and Nikolai were talking with them, catching up with the loyal customers and joking around. Everyone seemed to be in very high spirits and that of course was a good thing; good for the customers and the staff, and good for Demetrios. Speaking of Demetrios, he was still at the garage, getting dressed up. Black leather jeans with a belt made from shredded coat tails. A black fishnet top that barely hid his pale skin and also his tattoos; both his arms covered with those tribal designs, the tribal wings on his back and the tattoo with Dixie’s name on his waist. And above that his long black coat. Also let’s not forget his black boots with the metallic heels, the black leather chocker around his neck and his dog tags from his military days. As usual his hair was messy, like an out of bed look, yet he just pulled them back and let some of them hide half his face, the right part with the other tribal tattoo. Last but not least his black sunglasses without a frame to be supported on his ears and only held themselves on his nose. Getting dressed up, he grabbed the packet of cigarettes and shoved them in his pants’ pocket, his phone and his keys before he exited the garage. Closing and locking the door, he mounted his Ducatti and left for Alexandros’ apartment. Alexandros had been waiting outside for Demetrios. Since the night was a bit chilly, Alexandros was dressed up really good. Black high sneakers that looked like boots. Black/gray pants with suspenders. A black shirt with the words “Otaku, love me” printed on the back with blue color. And a dark gray coat that matched his gloves that looked like biker’s gloves. And a beanie to warm his head, yet his long black hair was coming from the sides. And last his black circular sunglasses. Waiting for some more time he finally saw Demetrios arrive.- [Alexandros.] “About damn time. And damn boy, you are dressed to impress, aren’t you?” –Alexandros said with a chuckle as he mounted the Ducatti.- [Demetrios.] “Meh, lets go.” –He said and shifted the gear on his bike and disappeared in the distance. Now, back outside the club, the neon signs had lit and the crowd that had gathered got in a line. Ivan and Nikolai looked at them finally doing it on their own.- [Ivan.] “The kids grew up. Good, good.” [Nikolai.] “Yes, finally. Alright, you know how it goes, ID, passport or driving license.” –Nikolai said. The music could be heard outside playing really loud, shaking the building from its foundations and finally the doors opened. Ivan and Nikolai got busy right from the start, checking IDs and everything, making sure that they could filter out the troublesome individuals. And so it once again began, another night for the clubbers of Prague, another night for the staff of Deathclub. What was going to happen? Many things for sure.-
CharlotteCarrendar: -The flight from Tokyo touched down with wheels squealing, the roar of the engines going into reverse thrust as it powered down the main runway at Prague’s International airport. Taxiing under the watchful gaze of the tarmac crews, the fire engines on standby, the tower officially welcomed the plane, as it cruised slowly into the terminal area. The “fasten your seat” belts sign turned off, and the lights to the cabin all came on. Finally, the Death Club crew had returned from an exciting trip of Tokyo. When they left, there were six in the travelling party. On the return, there was still six, but instead of having Nanna Noonie, return home with her Great Granddaughter, it was Dai, who made the journey back. In the time since they found each other, Dai and Sven could barely keep their hands and lips off each other. Once all had disembarked from the plane, they all got their luggage from the baggage area, and made their way to the cab ranks, to get rides back to their respective apartments. It was quite a sight to see the three couples, all of which were very much in love. But now they were back in Prague, they would be returning to their normal lives, with the exception of Kraus and Inga, who were planning a very lavish wedding in the coming months. Inga took out her cell phone and called up Dixie once she was safely in the back of a cab. “Skippyz? Its Ingy…ve back!!” She chortled on her cell, to an excited Dixie. “ROCKY! Oh my god. OI…tell the others. Death Club is back. Opening on Saturday night…You lot get your arses back to work, K?” Inga was overcome. The Death Club was back in business. Inga wound down the window and yelled out to the others, getting in their respective taxis. “DEATH CLUB IS BACK!” Maggie and Nikolas were in shock. Their jobs with Death Club had been on hold, and even though Helena made sure they got some pay, they really missed the excitement of the club. “WICKED!”- Maggie said, doing a small fist pump. Nikolas slapped her ass and made a loud Wohoo! “I get to show ya off, Mags!” There was definitely excitement, and to the new Gay couple, Sven and Dai, there would be looks of confusion. Dai asked Sven.”What is this…Death Club?” Sven shrugged and then bent down to lick Dai’s ear. “It is a fancy sex club where Inga works sometimes. Tell you what, we go and I show you some of the little rooms in the back. Ever felt like doing it in public?” Inga heard this and yelled out as her cab was pulling out. “YOU ALEADYIZ DID IT AT THE BRIDAL ROOM!!” :: Saturday night, and Dixie was doing her usual job, getting the beer crates and loading the fridges. She had arrived early, since Dem mentioned he had business to take care of. With her hair swept up in a bandana and sporting a new tight dance dress, she looked a bit more polished than normal. Maybe Mia had rubbed off on her a little. The clink of bottles, as she stacked the fridges, continued, till suddenly there was a woman with huge boobs blocking her way, and showing off a hello Kitty Engagement ring. “ROCKY!” Dixie squealed, bringing the Stunning Swede into a tight hug, and then grabbing Inga’s hand to check out the new engagement ring. “Jesus…this is huge. And Hello Kitty. Wow, how was the trip?” Inga was full of tales, of all that had happened, including the fact that Noonie was still in Tokyo with an old flame. “And I thought our love makingz vas noisy. Older peoplez…I ‘ear too much. It vas disgusting.”- She flailed about explaining about how her Agent Sven had hooked up with a Japanese tour guide and brought him home, like you would a plushie, and not ever seeming to let the poor guy go. Dixie was having a good chuckle about it, when she got tapped on the shoulder. “Heya Skip!” Nikolas said, as he came in with Maggie, who was wearing her hair up tonight. “MAGS..CHEDDAR!” Dixie was over the moon to see her co workers again, and all were hugging and nattering about what they had been up too. Dixie twirled around, showing off her new dress, when Inga said. “Skippyz…is dat a baby bump?” Now, this had Dixie stop dead in her tracks. “What? No…This is what happens when you eat too much cookie dough. Dem is the best cook …and the best fuck in Prague, I don’t care who knows it.”- Nikolas, Maggie, and Inga all enjoyed the laugh, but in the back of her mind, Dixie began to wonder as she rubbed her belly absently. “Okay people…we got a bar to run. So..Chop Chop…Its Death Club Night!!” Indeed it was and there were others that were waiting for the club to open for other reasons. In a black BMW, parked across the street, was none other than Ayalah, who was dressed with a black straight haired wig and wearing dark sunglasses….at night. Sitting beside her was the blonde Russian, Vlad. “This was not part of the deal. I got Mia’s location. What you lot did was up to you to work with it.” Vlad shrugged. “Boss says otherwise. He says…you should be part of the show, as the curtain is about to come down.” Although heavily disguised, there was one worry. Alex. If he showed up tonight and spotted her, it could be trouble for the entire operation. “Fine…soon as this is over I am on the next plane to London, and out of this nightmare you call, Prague.” Seeing the streams of people lining up, Vlad gestured to Ayalah. “Time to go. *he then leaned over and tried to kiss her earlobe, as he spoke* Hey, how about a bit of Russian sausage before the big Boss come. Yah?” Ayalah turned to look at him in disgust. “I never have the same man twice. They bore me.” Vlad simply laughed, and urged Ayalah to get out of the car.<3>
iShatteredSanity: -Ivan and Nikolai had already began to check every customer before entering. Checking for IDs, passports, driving license and pretty much anything that could substitute for those, they did not let anyone without proof of age and a name to walk in. Of course they were also checking everyone for any form of weapon before they walked inside. Some morons that had no ID or anything of the sort of course were found out and they were not allowed to walk in. Also some morons with small knives and another one with a handgun were also found out and they were kicked off the premises after disarming them.- [Ivan.] “Is it me or some people got more stupid while we were close? No fucking guns or weapons in.” –Ivan said to Nikolai while shaking his head.- [Nikolai.] “Good question. Now, you, ID.” –He said and looked at a woman with a GG cup size breasts.- “Oh momma.” –Nikolai said and the woman laughed as she jiggled her breasts.- [Woman.] “Do you want some milk? I will be inside.” –The woman said and flashed her ID later as she walked inside the club. Nikolai rubbed his crotch and coughed for a couple of times as Ivan shook his head while laughing.- [Ivan.] “Someone is in love. Next.” –He said and checked the next customer while Nikolai flipped Ivan off.- [Nikolai.] “Oh shut up. Next.” –Some people in the crowd could not help themselves and laughed at the whole situation. The club had began to fill with people who went straight for the bar, others for the lounge, others for the BDSM section, and pretty much people going in the places that they wanted. The DJ was spinning his records and made sure to entertain the crowd. Back outside, the Ducatti arrived outside the main entrance and Demetrios parked it on the side before both him and Alexandros got off.- [Alexandros.] “MOTHERFUCKER YOU ARE CRAZY!” –Alexandros shouted.- “I am not going to get on a bike with you. Are you pulling the same stunts with Dixie on it?” –Alexandros shouter and Demetrios laughed.- [Demetrios.] “What’s the matter? You got scared of that? And yes, I do that with Dixie on the bike. She has bigger balls than you though, so tough it up princess.” –Demetrios said and flipped Alexandros who responded in kind by flipping Demetrios back.- [Alexandros.] “Back at you. Anyway, let’s get inside.” –Alexandros said and turned his head to see at the crowd outside.- “WOOOOOOOW!!! There are so many people here today.” –Alexandros shouted like a young boy in the park before he spotted a black BMW across the street. That made him narrow his eyes and he nudged Demetrios’ side.- “You said something about a bad feeling. You still have it?” –Alexandros asked and looked back at Demetrios.- [Demetrios.] “Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck that is.” –Demetrios said and took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and smoking it slowly.- [Alexandros.] “Let’s go inside, you need to know a few things.” –Alexandros said and walked towards the entrance where Ivan and Nikolai let them in right away. Someone from the crowd shouted at that, but Nikolai shot a glare at him.- [Nikolai.] “They work here. Shut up and get back in line.” –The man did shut up and gulped. Now, inside the club, Alexandros looked at the car for another moment before looking back at Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “I will head straight for the office. Helena should be there.” –Alexandros said and Demetrios nodded.- [Demetrios.] “Same here. I will go for a drink later.” –Demetrios said and looked at Dixie at the bar, nodding to himself and then walking up the stairs with Alexandros.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- Outside the club, another taxi pulled up, and inside were the new hot lovers, Sven and Dai. Dai was the first to get out, amazed by the steady stream of patrons, being checked over by the bouncers, for ID and weapons. “This is club?” Sven paid the driver and hopped out, skipping round the back of the cab and placing an arm protectively around Dai. “This is where the people of Prague come to, play, smex, dance, and drink. Every kink, fetish and bizarre sexual desires can be fulfilled. Probably explains the cue. Inga works at the bar. I know you are probably wondering, she is Porn star, why work the bar. *his voice then went higher*..Ingy likes to watch. So she does the bar. Go figure. Come on, I am dying to get you on those couches.”- Dai smirked and let Sven drag him off to get in line, as Vlad and Ayalah came up behind them. “Fuck..”- Ayalah said, nervously fidgeting with strands of her wig. “I know that queer. Oh this is a bad idea.”- She tried to turn back and then felt something in her back, turning to look back at Vlad, who was grinning micheviously. “We..go in.” Snarling under her breathe, she takes her place in the line, having fake ID naturally. She was also unarmed, but remember, never to underestimate the Israeli. “Good girl.”- Oh he was going to pay for that later, Ayalah thought to herself. Inside at the bar, the patrons were already at it, hard on the dance floor, as well as ordering drinks. The four bartenders, Inga, Maggie, Dixie and Nikolas were all working like a well oiled machine, well, cept for Nikolas, who kept trying to grope Maggie’s ass every time he passed her. “Don’t be doin’ that yer daft fook, we workin’” There would be time to play later, but even Dixie implored Nikolas to concentrate on the job at hand. On seeing Dem enter the club, she knew that he would probably have to keep up the charade he was not the owner, as he mounted the stairs, and gave something of a nod. Least he had seen her. <3>
iShatteredSanity: -The never resting eye of the cameras inside and outside the club never missed a single thing. Helena herself was staring at those monitors while caressing Anna’s back as the later kept purring like a kitten. Of course the whole feed was recorded for just in case that it was needed. Some of the faces were familiar to Helena who smirked deviously.- [Helena.] “Good night tonight.” –She mumbled to herself when the door to the office was opened and Demetrios with Alexandros walked in.- [Demetrios.] “You better not have stained this place again.” –He said and Helena shrugged her shoulders.- [Helena.] “Why? Are you going to clean up?” –She said with an eerie giggle.- [Alexandros.] “No, but that Steven guy did not seem to like it when he was here.” –Alexandros replied and Helena shot a glare at him. How could he know?- [Helena.] “Are you two fucking spying on me?” –Helena snapped and slammed her right hand on the desk when Demetrios shot a glare at her.- [Demetrios.] “There are cameras in every room. Just because the feed does not appear on the monitors that does not mean that it is not there.” –Demetrios said and Helena cussed under her breath when Alexandros spoke.- [Alexandros.] “Also, if you had paid attention to the monitor, you would have realized that that guy was wired. You fucked up Helena, you fucked up really good.” –Alexandros said and Demetrios slammed his forehead with his left hand as Helena’s eyes opened wide.- [Helena.] “WHAT?! I W—” [Demetrios.] “SHUT UP!” –Demetrios shouted and cut Helena before she even finished her sentence.- [Alexandros.] “Actually both of you shut up. Now, calm the fuck down and let’s have a talk. But first, give me a cigarette.” –Alexandros said and sat down on the couch after checking it to see if it was dry. Demetrios moved behind the desk and coughed a few times before Helena finally got it and got up, sitting on the couch right across Alexandros.- [Demetrios.] “Good girl.” –He said and sat on his chair while tossing a cigarette to Alexandros who grabbed it in midair and lit it.- “So, what is this urgent issue that you spoke of?”
DrakonMacar: ~Hell, it’s about time…~ In the darkness of his personal office, monitors providing a pale glow to light the room. A toothpick wriggled between a pair of lightly weather chapped lips that were curled into a grin, on a mouth surrounded by a neigh perpetual five o’clock shadow. A black Stetson cowboy hat firmly planted on the buzz cut head of the ever vigilant Duke “Widowmaker” Graves, sporting his usual burgandy attire and black leather vest. He’d been kicked back in a chair, tilting as he watched the monitors of those coming and going, far more coming than anything else, mostly those leaving were turned down by the massive Russian doormen under his command. The Arizonan Cowboy let his feet hit the ground as he sprang up from his chair, a modified .50 Desert Eagle amazingly concealed within this clothes, even more amazing was the dragon scale body armor he wore under even that and to top it all off a rope lasso hung from his waist. He spun on his heel and stomped outside of his office, sliding the door open and shut, it’s magnetic lock triggering on his exit as he looked around, the booming sounds of Appollo 440 shaking the club in a rare display. The grizzled cowboy kept his grin while still lazily chewing the tip of the toothpick in his mouth. *You can’t stop-the rock. Can’t stop the rock!* His boot steps fell mute to the storm of song blasting from the speakers all over the club and in an even rarer display, his hips swayed and he started dancing his way down stairs, air guitaring, head bobbing and lip syncing to the music then outright singing “Shake that paranoia, can’t stop the rock! Shake that paranoia, can’t stop the rock! Come move me move me! Dancing like Madonna, into the groove!” He chuckld hitting the bottom of the stairs, patrons swarming all over the place, up stairs, down stairs, all over the dance floor, the bar area. The Deathclub was alive and he was coming to make sure the first person there to raise Hell was getting the firmest of boots lodged in their arse. The head of Security looked about, slowly walking to the bar, the whole time still air guitaring and singing… “Down and dirty baby… Down and dirty baby….”
CharlotteCarrendar:- As it would turn out, news of the Death Club opening again, attracted more of the rats of the Prague nightlife out from the sewers of the hood. Strutting down the street, with a man on a lead, who was dressed as a submissive in all black leather with a full head mask, done up with zips, was none other than Corsica Chisolm. Turns out, this sub of hers wanted to go out and play at the Death Club, and so as a way to make some extra money, she decided to play Mistress Licorice for the evening. Coming up to the cue, you could hear the heavy breathing of the submissive who hang in behind Corsica. Corsica was dressed in a tight black leather bustier, matching hot pants, thigh high boots, with fishnets, and sporting a black lieutenants hat, with the iron cross insignia. Her make up was so heavy you would think it was slapped on with a trowel. Seeing the big line up, she tapped her boot, indignant about having to wait. “Hello?!…V.I. FUCKING..P!” she said with a scowl, hoping the people in front of her would move aside. Course, they didn’t. Inside the bar, Dixie was serving up three customers at once, twirling bottles, and juggling the glasses, shovelling ice. Just going hammer and tongs. Thoughts were of course going up to Demetrios in that office, with the horrid Helena, but she tried to dismiss any ill feelings.<3>
