[OPEN/ongoing]

[samuraichanpuru]

WHO: Mugen [samuraichanpuru ]; all the good boys and girls of Reggio Calabria who want to show. :)
WHAT: Opening night ("School's Out!") at ∞ [The Symbol Club]; see exhibit A and B.
WHERE: ∞
WHEN: Day 124, around 10 PM

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[ricordi_di_voi]

Aigis felt that showing up tonight would be an interesting way to pass the time and help her meet new people. But first, she had to show her uniform off for that strange contest. It seemed that the one throwing this party had much in common with an old teammate, although Junpei had been more fond of the maid costumes than school ones.

She looked at herself in the mirror quickly, feeling overdressed compared to some of the costumes here, but it had been the one she wore during her time posing at a student at Gekkoukan High. After adjusting the bow, she walked towards the DJ booth slowly, hoping to catch the attention of the man choosing their music.

[Reposting for better picture of the uniform. First row, last image.]

[samuraichanpuru]

He sees her, all right. Hard to miss with a body like that and a face to go with it, too.

While the outfit she was wearing wasn't Western Catholic like some of the other girls, it was cute, nonetheless. Kinda Japanese looking.

His grin turns lopsided, as he changes the track, eyebrows lifting as he kept his expression open and waiting, wanting to see how she moved to the music. That, along with the lines of her body, was as good an indicator as any for how and what they would become at the end of the night, if it all went well.

He took another swig of his drink, and watched.

[ricordi_di_voi]

She smiled, slightly nervous, once she felt eyes on her from both the DJ and some of the other men in the area. Aigis knew that people saw her as cute, and she could take care of herself, but this was really the first time she'd been social alone.

Someone offered to buy her a drink, but she shook her head. She hadn't been given the right parts to consume food or drink. Aigis did, however, start to dance with the man once one song shifted into another. Something about him reminded her of a teammate, though it was hard to say which one. She moved fluidly, metal joints not making any sound to give away that there was no flesh beneath that uniform.

[samuraichanpuru]

Making sure that the track was still running, Mugen took a sip of his drink and settled it against the coaster that had been provided by one of the waitresses. He followed the girl in the schoolgirl outfit across the floor, an eyebrow lifting as he watched her dance.

Oh.

He lifted both hands in front of him, lacing his fingers, and brought them up and back, cracking his knuckles and a few vertebrae before he jumped over the DJ table and landed neatly.. almost ten feet from the ground.

Geta clicking muted against the dance floor, he sifted through the crowd before stopping before her.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" He spoke, loud enough to be heard over the music, but low enough that she would have to lean forward to understand it all.

[TRACK CHANGE]

[samuraichanpuru]

CURRENTLY PLAYING: ♫ NOTORIOUS B.I.G. - HYPNOTIZE

[teethes]

Heine doesn't really want to be here. It shows as clear as anything in that scowl, the outward disposition of irritation as normal to the black dog as any of his other, admittedly limited, expressions. He's not dressed much differently; he's held true to his word by showing up, if only to bruise his knuckles on a certain someone's face--affectionately, one who knew Heine might try to claim--but he's not about to sacrifice his own personal code for the whims of a "themed event," no matter the prizes. Material possession mean little to him

[samuraichanpuru]

When the man made his entrance onto the floor, the albino caught his eye.

It could have been that the man's motionless stance made him stand out like a sore thumb, or even that his pale appearance itself amongst the tanned and beautiful members of the city was a distraction at the corner of his vision.

Or, maybe, it was that Mugen's Annoying Radar was amped up higher than normal, because after asking the girl what her name was, he looked over at the white-blond and cupped his hands, shouting too loudly to be ignored.

"YO, HEINE."

The grin is a shit eating one when it unfurls against his face.

[memento_blade]

The night was a little warm, but otherwise perfect for stalking. Naoto followed just far enough behind him that she couldn't be accused of it...even if they both knew she was. It also gave her plenty of room in case Heine was feeling especially vicious and decided to turn on her. But she'd made it to the destination, even if she'd had no idea what it might be. Naoto never knew. She could only hope that the albino would lead her to something worthwhile. Something needed"Phat beats" wasn't it. No matter how "dope" they may be

[bomba_del_sesso]

Why was he here.

Why was he here.

Why was he here?! Peter kept repeating to himself under his breath on the whole drive to the night club. He had not even bothered getting dressed for the occasion. He threw on whatever was on the floor, found some sandals, and let himself be dragged Adam's car. Off they went, into the night for dancing and techno beats. Everything Peter was not looking forward to, but was being forced into any way.

Reluctantly, he followed Adam inside, brushing and bumping shoulders with strange, scantily clad people.

"Adam!" He shouted over the thumpa thumpa of the music. "Adam."

[oh_immortal]

Unlike certain cranky old men, Adam did dress for the occasion. Bringing along a pink plaid mini skirt just in case, he was obviously the more prepared one out of the two. He would have worn the skirt right off the bat, but knowing Peter and how much of a fragile, delicate flower he was when it came to men in miniskirts, Adam didn't want to shatter his resolve into a million little bits of defeated workaholic.

Peter sulking in the apartment. Peter sulking in the car. Peter sulking as he walked into the club.

Peter sulking with such a fury that he didn't notice Adam was standing right beside him when he started shouting his name.

"YES PETER?" Adam shouted back at him from right next to him, "I'M RIGHT HERE YOU KNOW, YOU GREAT OLD MAN."

[bomba_del_sesso]

Peter could faintly here Adam's loud voice over the equally loud music. He turned, sending off radioactive waves of pure, unadulterated sulking. Parties were and never will be his scene. Every once in a while, a bar would be fine, but this? This was madness.

Rubbing his temples, closing his eyes, Peter mumbled curses under his breath and something else about a drink before remembering that Adam could not hear him.

"I need a drink," he said louder this time.

[oh_immortal]

Never in his life had Adam seen something quite as dramatic as Peter Petrelli. If they were giving out some sort of awards for best performance, this, right here, would be the undisputed winner.

Adam grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Well, what do you know?! So do I," Adam nodded, resolve firmly in place, and moved to head in the direction of the bar.