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Post by Sebastian Luther on Aug 10, 2008 18:55:30 GMT -5
Sebastian had never been a drinker, but today he felt he needed something. It was his niece's birthday, and he was shocked that the time had passed so quickly. He couldn't exactly remember... was she three or four? Ah, but that was the day he had discovered his... talent, so to speak. What he could do... It terrified him. And yet, it exactly fit his personality. Huh.
Sebastian showed his ID to the bouncer and shook his head with a smile as he saw the fifteen year old girl trying to buy her way in. He slipped through the mass of people, avoiding the scantily clad strippers who were trying to bring him onto the dance floor. He didn't really feel like getting laid tonight. Sebastian went straight to the counter and order a beer. He sat back in the bar stool and watched the women on the floor.
A girl two seats down from him giggled and waved: it was the girl from the door. Sebastian wondered vaugely about how much she had to pay to get in. The bouncers seemed to be pretty laid back around here when it came to bribes. Did she even pay money? Or did she promise to pay in other ways? This thought shook Sebastian out of his mood and he glanced towards the girl again. She wore a tight tube tope and a mini-mini skirt, one that showed a bit too much when she bent over. It couldn't have been to difficult to bribe the bouncer. All she had to do was drop something and reach down to get it.
Sebastian rolled his eyes. Some girls. Before he knew it, his beer was gone. With a sigh, he tossed the money and a generous tip on the table and ordered another. He tossed his black curls away from his dark eyes, it was a bit warm. He rolled up his T-shirt sleeves, expoosing his toned, well-muscled arms to the crowd. One or two girls stopped looking at their partners and smiled suggestivly at him, looking towards a room in the back. He rolled his eyes once again. He wasn't in the mood for the town sleepers this evening.
The only girl, well girls, he was thinking about was Arlette and her daughter, his niece, Genevieve. he had saved both of their lives and then he had left. What did Genny, as he had come to think of her, know of him? What did the doctors tell her and Arlette? No one knew that Sebastian had saved them. No one except for a nurse. This nurse had come in just as Sebastian had healed Arlette and she seemed to know what had happened. Lily, that was her name. Lily had told Sebastian to leave, what he had done could later become dangerous. There was no need to put his beloved at risk.
But had she been wrong? Three years later, nothing had changed. He could heal minor injuries to himself at no other price than temporary exhaustion. And he had never met his younger brother, Sylvain. Sebastian had left $10,000 for his family: he had scraped up as much as he could into savings should something ever happen to him. How much had they used? Every other month he sent $1000 in emergency fees, pretending to be a friendly beneficiary. As far as he knew his family had used every penny. Arlette was now a kindergarten teacher, she was living on those meager wages. Sebastian sent her $500 once a month so she could support Genny.
Sebastian had no idea if she had gotten married or if what was going on in her life. But he rested well knowing he had done what he could to protect them from going hungry. However, his economic situation was steadily going downhill. He had dropped out of school in the middle of high school to support his family after his father, Sylvain, had been shot. He was doing an online college to become a doctor, it seemed like his best shot at success. He could heal people with a touch, what else did he need? He at least needed a diploma... but perhaps he could fake one?
Sebastian shook the disturbing thoughts from his mind and to his dismay he had already downed yet another beer. With a sigh, he plopped another set of money on the table and got his third. Gazing around the club, he found nothing to ease his mind. Not even the half-naked girls could numb his brain. With a groan he turned away and prayed for a miracle.
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Post by Sarah Whitney on Aug 10, 2008 21:29:21 GMT -5
Sarah hadn't needed to get through the bouncers, not with her powers. She had semi learned to control them. She'd melted into the purse of a girl going in without her even knowing, already intoxicated before even getting to the club. That same lady had went to the washroom, and, being so drunk, had just left her purse on the counter. Sarah had taken advantage of this break to come back to her normal self and fix herself up.
She was wearing a ruched red halter dress. Even if the sixteen year old had wanted to get into the club, she probably could have. Not only did she look old enough, but these bouncers were suckers for a good bribe.
She was in Metropolis on a trip to check out Met U. She still didn't know where she planned on going for colledge, not really liking the small, close to home Kansas State University.
She'd just wanted to get away to from the mundain life of Smallville.
Besides, now that she'd gained control of her powers, she wanted to test them out now and then.
Satisfied with her makeup and apparal, Sarah went out from the washroom and looked around the club. The bass from the music pumped, and she felt every beat of the kick-drum, coursing through her body, causing her heart to go in the same rythme. The lights flashed on the dance floor. Drunks laughed around her, and Sarah quickly wore a look of distain. She hated drunks.
She wouldn't get drunk tonight, no, she'd done that already once, and almost let the cat out of the bag with her powers. She'd never do THAT again! Her chocolate brown eyes looked around at the bar, and she saw a handsome man with dark curls. Self conciously, she fingered one of her own loose ringlets.
Sitting down on a barstool, she called the bartender over.
I'd like a Pina Colada please.
She waited for her drink and cast her gaze casually over to wear the man sat, crossing her legs slightly, revealing high-heeled red shoes with straps that wrapped up to her knees. When the bartender gave her the drink, he saw her quickly check her out, and felt slightly disgusted, wishing she could just melt away into the stool right there.
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puppet's mood-Casual
thoughts-Her power, she melts into objects, so, she like, becomes it...ya, that's the best way to describe it.Example of the dress
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Post by Sebastian Luther on Aug 11, 2008 15:42:46 GMT -5
Sebastian felt like dying. Drinking had never been his thing and now he was on his fourth beer, and he realized just how far he had fallen. He was dirt poor, trying to support two families that weren't even sure if he was alive and he was now spending his remaining money on alcohol. his father's voice echoed through his head: "No use trying to drown your sorrows, you'll only end up drowning yourself." With a sigh, he put his drink on the counter and pushed back his unruly curls. He looked around once again, trying to decide whether it was worth staying or not.
He looked down the bar and saw another young girl, this one a bit older than the first and dressed a bit more appropriately. She couldn't be 18 though... Sebastian's eyebrows pulled together as he watched her watching him. She seemed a bit self-concious. With a smile, he heard her order and he called the bartender to him. "See the pretty girl in the red dress?" He said, eying the girl. The bartender nodded. "All her drinks are on me." The bartender grinned and nodded, returning to prepare her drink.
Her legs caught his eye and he smiled. Was she showing off those just for him? How sweet. Sebastian stood up and moved over so he was only two seats down from the girl. A small, rational part of his brain screamed at him, asking what in the hell was he doing? He wasn't in the mood for this! The reckless, less rational part of his brain hushed the other side. He was looking for a distraction.
"Hello there." He said, a smile lighting up his dark features. It didn't quite touch his eyes. Unlike the drunks in the place, he didn't look at her body or act like he was just trying to get her in bed. His smile was genuinely friendly and warm. "Don't have too many drinks. I just told that bartender that everything you buy is on me... and I don't have that much." He stage whispered, a laughing smile on his face. Oh, this was perfect. The perfect distraction.
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Post by Sarah Whitney on Aug 11, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -5
Sarah was glad when the dark haired man...well, what could one call him. He wasn't a boy, but still not yet a man. She'd still call him a man though. But, that was beside the point. When he called the bartender over, the creepy guy winked at her before going to tend to the man.
She sighed slightly, and the bartender passed her her Pina Colada. She reached to her small handbag for her wallet.
"Darlin', you don't have ta pay. That gent over thar's got ya covered."
He told her.
She looked over to the guy she'd been looking at earlier, and smiled a sweet smile at him. She'd always been a little shy, but she couldn't resist. After all, he'd just payed for her drink. He moved closer, only about two seats away.
"Hello there. Don't have too many drinks. I just told that bartender that everything you buy is on me... and I don't have that much." "
Sarah laughed. He had a nice smile, and she liked how he looked at HER instead of just her breasts like the bartender had been.
Hi, I'm Sarah. Thanks so much, and, don't worry, I'm not a big drinker.
She laughed again, a sparkle of laughter in her chocolate brown eyes. She flipped her rich brown hair out of her face, the soft ringlets coming down past her shoulders.
What's your name?
She took the umbrella from the drink in front of her, twirling it in her fingers before taking a sip of the sweet drink. It was perfect.
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puppet's mood-slightly flirty
thoughts-It's alright 
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Post by Sebastian Luther on Aug 11, 2008 18:32:24 GMT -5
Her shy smile nearly brought a blush to Sebastian's face. Come on now Seb. You're acting like you're 15 again! He moved over one more seat so there was only one seat between them. Her laugh brought another smile to his face. At least she thought he was funny. He was actually being serious. He couldn't afford more than four or five drinks at the max.
"Hi, I'm Sarah. Thanks so much, and, don't worry, I'm not a big drinker." Well that was a relief. He was almost surprised. It had been a long time since he had met a girl that wasn't a heavy drinker. That said a lot about his love life. "I'm Sebastian. And I like that in a girl." His voice was genuinely appreciative, there was a lot that was genuine about him.
He pushed his black curls away from his eyes for the third time that evening. The soft light of the bar had a flattering effect on the girl before him. It made her look older, even though she couldn't be older than seventeen. Her dress didn't help that either. He gripped his beer in his hand and took a swig before setting it back on the table.
"So how old are you really? Don't worry, I don't really care. Just a matter of curiosity." He said, his voice openly curious. He toyed with the collar on his his white shirt before unbuttoning the top button. Was there no air conditioner in this place? His dark eyes were playful and humor-filled, he was finally enjoying his night. Even if he was going to drain the rest of his money on this girl, it seemed worth it.
There was still a little pain underneath it all, however. Even if the alcohol was taking it's effect and numbing his mind a bit, the agony of remembering how he had abandoned his family was scorching. He took a deep breath and another swig of his nearly drained beer before looking back to Sarah with a rueful smile.\
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Post by Sarah Whitney on Aug 12, 2008 9:59:38 GMT -5
Sarah took another sip of her drink. She just loved to savor the taste. Drinking that kind of drink just wasn't as fun when you chugged your drink. Then you didn't appreciate the full taste. Of course, with beer, it was a little different, but, Sarah wasn't the biggest fan of beer.
"I'm Sebastian. And I like that in a girl."
Sebastian is a nice name. Thanks, I've seen the worst in people come out when they drink to much.
Here, she quieted down a little. Like my mom.... she thought. No, she shoved that aside, she'd never become like that.
"So how old are you really? Don't worry, I don't really care. Just a matter of curiosity."
There was a playfull light in Sarah's eyes as she responded.
I'm almost seventeen
She laughed quietly, her eyes glancing over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't nearby. That was the bad thing about coming to clubs, if you were young and female, the creepy male bartenders couldn't keep their eyes off of you, or the drunks. It was lucky that she met Sebastian, for his presence has kept them all at bay. She saw him unbutton the top of his shirt, it was quite warm in here. Sarah was glad that her dress was of light material so it wasn't so bad.
She watched the dancers momentarily, and saw beer flying around as people danced to the music.
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Post by Sebastian Luther on Aug 12, 2008 14:38:12 GMT -5
So she liked his name. It was interesting, he had never thought much about it. His father had been a French immigrant, so it only made sense that his son have a French name. Arlette was a French name as well and so was Sylvain. Sebastian had never really taken this into consideration. None of the children in his family had been named for his mother's side, which was Cherokee.
He pondered this for a moment before he heard the rest of Sarah's sentence. "...Thanks, I've seen the worst in people come out when they drink too much." Sebastian was quiet when he heard this. No one in his family had been a drunk, lucky for him. His father was strongly aganist the evils of alcohol and his mother couldn't tolerate it. There wasn't much drinking in his home except for the occasional celebratory sip of wine.
Sebastian glanced over the thick, dancing crowd as she spoke, he wondered how many lives in there mix had been torn apart by drinking. With a sigh he turned back to Sarah. "Sixteen, eh?" He said just as softly, glancing quickly at the oblivious bartender. "And just how much did you pay to get in?" His voice was only half joking, he was honestly curious. She didn't seem the party-party type, so he couldn't see her bribing the bouncers.
Sebastian felt a gaze on his back and he turned to see several men watching him and Sarah while they danced with their own partners. He gave them a hard glare and they quickly looked away. She was quite pretty, he had to admit. But she was seventeen! Where was her mother anyways? Shouldn't she still be living at home? Sebastian shook off his disturbing revelations, his eyes fixed on the girl's face, watching her reaction to the way he had silently defended her.
He didn't know why he suddenly felt protective of Sarah, maybe it was just her tender age that struck an almost paternal chord in Sebastian's heart, or maybe it was her innocent smile. Whatever the reason, Sebastian was not going let anyone get their hands on her. Or even their searching eyes for that matter.
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Post by Sarah Whitney on Aug 13, 2008 21:04:16 GMT -5
Sarah's eyes glanced around the club, seeing how most people weren't near the bar for some reason, though, the dancers were quite close, the majority of people were either on the floor dancing or in the booths on the side.
"Sixteen, eh? And just how much did you pay to get in?"
Sarah laughed, her eyes dancing.
Nothing. It was as if they didn't even see me.
She wouldn't tell him the truth until she was completely sure she could trust him...if at all. The only reason Clover knew was because she'd seen her use them, before she had learned to control them.
Sarah saw the guys starting to check her out from the dance floor, one starting to brave his way over, but Sebastian turned around, and that was that. Whatever he'd done, he'd stopped them all in their tracks. A broad smile appeared on her face as she mouthed a silent thank you. Sarah looked down momentarily towards her lap, wondering what to say next.
So Sebastian, how old are you?
Wow, that was lame Sarah! She silently chided herself.
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