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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 1:33 am
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The night air was warm, but without the freshness associated with her foresty home. No, city air was thicker, with a distinct taste to it that differed from the frond-scent she was used to. And as she waded through the crowds of trolls wandering the streets, she felt like she was sharing too little air with too many trolls. But she had her eyes on a target, and not even thick, hot air was going to deter her. She had spotted a greenblood just minutes before with a unique pair of helix horns and an insanely skimpy outfit on, who looked liked they were late for something terribly important.
Why, they had nearly knocked over several trolls as they rushed through the streets. Zeylla was instantly interested after watching the greenblood nearly barrel over a purpleblood, throwing a pathetic apology over their shoulder as they continued to rush along. What could be so important? Zeylla had to know! She slide, much more discreetly, through the crowd, following the chaos her prey left in their wake, and made sure to keep a careful eye on those horns as she moved. She imagined all kinds of strange, dangerous and interesting scenarios as she moved along. Perhaps the greenblood was on the run from a scorned lover, or perhaps was rushing off to a business deal(though in that skimpy outfit, she wasn't sure what kind of business deal it could possibly be).
She imagined a dark, sketchy building, or a romantic restaurant would be this trolls destination, but as the heavy bass line filled the air, Zeylla knew what was going on. It was a dance club. She had followed this troll to a gogdamn dance club. The greyblood grit her teeth and groaned, but couldn't help but continue her stalking. She needed to know why this troll was in such a hurry, especially since they were running full speed to a club. What could be so special about some hot, sweaty, terribly loud dance club that would cause them to rush?
She watched them disappear inside, and stopped. She could feel the bass crawling across her skin, thumping painfully behind her eyes, and she glared up at the sign above the door that blinked out the word 'UNDERWORLD' in neon lights. An interesting name for a club(not that Zeylla went to clubs, so honestly it could be a regular theme for club names and she wouldn't know any better), she thought, before letting her eyes drop to the door.
Did she want to go in? Did she really want to know what was going on with this troll bad enough that she would suffer the guaranteed headache that the music inside would give her?
Yeah, it was worth it.
She thought the bass was loud outside, but the instant she opened the door(ignoring the bouncer eyeing her less then club ready outfit) she was all but drowning in bass. Her hands quickly went up to her spongeclots and her teeth clenched tight, but she forced herself to slip into the dimly lit depths. Of course, with the lighting being set low, it was hard to find the troll she had been following. Zeylla frowned and kept to the edges of the crowd, eyes watching the moving, grinding bodies on the dance floor before she glimpsed the bar off to the side.
Perhaps a drink would ease the headache that was already putting her on edge, and from that spot, she could have a better overview of the crowd and find her target. Zeylla slinked through the crowd, trying her best not to bump into anyone(though the courtesy was not repaid, not at all) as she made her way to the bar and threw herself onto a stool. The bartender looked her up and down with disdain, eyes lingering on her thick overcoat, and she found herself having to yell to even order(how was this a fun experience?) and then had to wait for an excessively long time to even get her drink, but once she received it, the greyblood downed it quickly(appreciating the warm bite in her throat and the heat settling in her belly) and gave the bartender an look that said 'another' before letting her eyes drift to the crowd.
Now, where was that troll....
It was several drinks later(during which she saw some...interesting dancing) when suddenly an announcer broke the constant thump of the music, calling out for...challengers? What? Zeylla scowled, confused, wasn't this a club? What kind of challenger were they talking about? She glanced at the trolls around her, who all seemed to be excited and chattering amongst themselves now. The announcer was talking about some troll, some great dancer or whatever, and how they needed a partner for a...dance battle? Maybe the drinks were getting to her, but Zeylla found herself terribly confused by the whole situation, and decided that perhaps she had best leave before she drank herself into a mess(or got sucked into something stupid).
She stood up off her stool and started her way through the crowd towards the exit when suddenly she was being spotlighted. Literally, some a*****e was shining a big blinding light right on her, and the the trolls around her. And the announcer was saying something...something about her horns? Was he calling to her? Zeylla squinted into the light as the crowd around her began to cheer and jeer, and she felt hands pushing at her back. She tried to resist, but it was like fighting the flow of the ocean, and she could do little to stop herself from sliding up towards the lifted stage where the announcer was standing. And the whole time, that damn light was blinding her and confusing her even more.
She stumbled up the stairs as hands urged her onwards, and even her nastiest glare did nothing to stop the cheers of the crowd. The light that had been following her now shifted to the announcer, and Zeylla found herself frozen in place as she looked out at the crowd. All those eyes on her made her skin crawl, but also...felt kinda good. Like she was important. Or maybe that was the drinks talking.
"What's going on?" she muttered, but her question was drowned out by the troll with the mic.
"LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE A CHALLENGER!" her roared, and the crowd cheered even louder, before giving Zeylla a look over, and chuckled, "Though it seems this might be an easy win for our reigning champion," the crowd laughed and Zeylla's scowl grew.
Was he implying she looked weak? That's what Zeylla was getting. She crossed her arms and glared as the announcer explained the basics. A dance battle....what was she getting herself into? She should just turn around and leave. And yet, she knew if she did that, the whole club would jeer and boo and she would be labeled weak.
And Zeylla was weak. So she stood awkwardly on that stage, waiting with mild curiosity to see who this champion was. Ignore the fact that she didn't dance, hated music, and was slightly intoxicated. She was gunna win, because that's what Zeylla did.
quite uneventful OH GOD IM SORRY IF ITS s**t ITS LATE AND MY BRAINS BLUH BUT I WANTED TO GET THIS UP
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