Post by Lithus on Sept 19, 2013 23:46:17 GMT
Lithus strode into the small, crowded bar, distaste pungent on his mind. His nose shriveled at the smell of pheromones, overbearing colognes, and body odor. The place to normal people would seem like an awesome nightclub, but to Lithus, it was nothing but a pool of blood waiting to be spilt.
'Look at them,' he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the crowd for the right one. He was in a killing mood. He needed to take the life of something. He didn't care what it was; witch, demon, whitelighter, human, etc. All he knew was that someone was going to die tonight. As he strode in, he noticed the ambience was very familiar... Almost that of something he had heard his parents discussing long ago. They had spoken of a San Fransisco nightclub, ran by the Charmed Ones. He knew that that was a long gone memory. Nothing from back then could still be going strong. Not with all the economy issues of the early 2000's.
Lithus decided to sit down in a booth in the corner, just far enough away from everyone that he wouldn't be approached, but also close enough that if someone sparked his interest, he could leave without a moments notice, and fulfill his evil deed. A young woman, carrying an empty tray, walked past his table. "Hey, sweet cheeks, bring me a Capt-n Coke, will ya?" Without even waiting for a reply, his attention was elsewhere, focusing on the middle-aged people running around the club, looking like a bunch of teenagers trying to win the eyes of some pornographic director. "Ugh, their indescretion disgusts me.'
He took in the sights of the women in their short skirts, tight tops, and makeup so thick it might flake off, and shook his head. Then he looked at the men, their dress shirts, and slacks, or tight jeans and 'stylish' tshirts, and laughed at their naivity. 'Humans are nothing but vain, naive little beings, with no worries about what is actually going on around them, or what might even happen to them after they walk out of those doors,' he thought to himself, a devilish grin spreading across his stubbled face.
'Look at them,' he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the crowd for the right one. He was in a killing mood. He needed to take the life of something. He didn't care what it was; witch, demon, whitelighter, human, etc. All he knew was that someone was going to die tonight. As he strode in, he noticed the ambience was very familiar... Almost that of something he had heard his parents discussing long ago. They had spoken of a San Fransisco nightclub, ran by the Charmed Ones. He knew that that was a long gone memory. Nothing from back then could still be going strong. Not with all the economy issues of the early 2000's.
Lithus decided to sit down in a booth in the corner, just far enough away from everyone that he wouldn't be approached, but also close enough that if someone sparked his interest, he could leave without a moments notice, and fulfill his evil deed. A young woman, carrying an empty tray, walked past his table. "Hey, sweet cheeks, bring me a Capt-n Coke, will ya?" Without even waiting for a reply, his attention was elsewhere, focusing on the middle-aged people running around the club, looking like a bunch of teenagers trying to win the eyes of some pornographic director. "Ugh, their indescretion disgusts me.'
He took in the sights of the women in their short skirts, tight tops, and makeup so thick it might flake off, and shook his head. Then he looked at the men, their dress shirts, and slacks, or tight jeans and 'stylish' tshirts, and laughed at their naivity. 'Humans are nothing but vain, naive little beings, with no worries about what is actually going on around them, or what might even happen to them after they walk out of those doors,' he thought to himself, a devilish grin spreading across his stubbled face.