Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2012 15:50:18 GMT -4
The moon hung high up in the night sky as the stars danced and twinkled in the night illuminating the midnight black canvas which yearned to be granted the color it felt it deserved. Yet it's pleas for attention remained unanswered and ignored, swept under the rug and forgotten as though a worthless piece of shit. The night sky provided the darkness to the city as the madmen howled and demanded to rule the night with a raw fist. Without any attempt to fight back, the night submitted to their demands to conquer the darkest and blackest of nights. The night became an object something that could be used as cover for a quick get away or even the darkness casts the shadows which murderers lay waiting in attentively, scanning the streets for that single soul who would be singled out and erased from existence, their life cut short by the sterling silver blade that glisten in the moonlight and it pours onto the streets.
The lonesome night sky is only granted light when the moon raises and the city nightlife pulses to life, illuminating the street and robbing the innocent of their purity and the people of their senses. Their sight stolen by the beauteous woman who wander the streets in search of a willing young soul to fall victim to their seduction, their hearing robbed by the pulsing music sending shockwaves rippling through your very core and bombarding your ear drums until they shatter, crumble to the will of the beat. Taste becomes a long memory as your mouth is harassed by new and foreign substances entering your body trying you rob you of your mind. Taint the brain, render it corrupted and craving more and more until that point where more become too much and it is left deprived, broken and bleeding, feeling abandoned and unwanted by its own home.
The city of Gotham was known for crime mostly but also the nightlife. In the east end of Gotham were some fabulous clubs and lounges some of them were only for the big names in Gotham like Cobblepot and Wayne, while others were just a classy bar for the Gotham underworld. Those establishments weren't as highly advertised as most other's because of their nature, but then there were others which were used as both a place for organized crime and for partying hard. These sorts of clubs were usually high profile rich people wen out to them for dinner and reservation lists were usually packed to the tip, but in this town it really didn't matter if you had a reservation because name, status and money is held higher then morals in this little slice of hell on earth.
One of these clubs was the Iceberg Lounge. This place was classy as fuck. I mean a giant iceberg as a center piece surrounded with water, most of the place was white and blue while the waitresses dressed in skimpy black outfits that really flattered their figures. Only the beautiful people were allowed to dine and work here. It was looks that were always outweighing everything else in life. It was something that truly disgusted most people as the world was filled with people who aren't considered beautiful. Take for instance those who commit crimes in the city, many of them are doing such revolting as an outcome of some sort of traumatic event such as bullied or isolated because of status or beauty. All of these deaths and crimes could be avoided of this ugly society altered it's take on those who don't fit the "norm".
The city burst with life as the lineup for entrance to the Iceberg Lounge stretched down the street as it followed the velvet rope place adjacent from the wall of the club, indicating where the entrance would be if you were to follow the red velvet rope. Many of those in line were simply dying to get in and make a name for themselves while others had reservations for dinner with their sweethearts, then there were the few there simply for business. There were matters which needed to be discussed with the small man in charge of this establishment. He was somewhat of an informant and crime boss in Gotham and even associated himself with such people as the Joker. Many people compared him to Black Mask as far as power went he controlled one of the biggest portions of the city and just exactly what went down in certain area that were controlled by the owner of the club.
The blonde woman walked up to the end of the line and made a sudden pause. She stood tall in her large heels, elevating her four inches off the ground. Her hips swayed in the long red dress as she walked past the line up, her foot steps leaving an echo in the wind. As she walked, the men couldn't help but peer away from their current lady companions. The dress was tight fitting around her figure and extended as far as her ankles. She wouldn't have been able to walk we're it not for the small incision going up from the bottom of the dress to about mid thigh on the right side. Each step allowed her hair to bounce as the curls simply screamed out for attention. Around her neck, she wore a midnight black choker, and her left wrist had a larger sort of bracelet. The bracelet circled around her wrist with metallic diamond shaped item. The colors of the diamonds interchanged between red and black.
Finally, she had reached the front of the club. Taking a step towards the door, one of the bouncers put his hand out and held her bare shoulder, as the dress was strapless, stopping her in her own steps. "Sorry lady back of the line." A small smile spread across her crimson red lips revealing her beautifully whitened teeth. "Well how about you run along and tell Mr.Cobblepot that Harleen Quinzel would like to fine with him this evening" As she spoke her petit hand lifted up from her side and ever so slowly removed the mans grip on her shoulder. The bouncer seemed so rude to such a high social status name like Harleen Quinzel that it just sent anger coursing through her body. She honestly wanted to reach into her spaghetti strap black purse and remove one of her small knives and just slit the guys god damn throat and watch him bleed. But that wasn't on the schedule for tonight just pleasantries. The blonde stood impatiently as the bouncer disappeared into the club most likely in search of the head honcho.
The lonesome night sky is only granted light when the moon raises and the city nightlife pulses to life, illuminating the street and robbing the innocent of their purity and the people of their senses. Their sight stolen by the beauteous woman who wander the streets in search of a willing young soul to fall victim to their seduction, their hearing robbed by the pulsing music sending shockwaves rippling through your very core and bombarding your ear drums until they shatter, crumble to the will of the beat. Taste becomes a long memory as your mouth is harassed by new and foreign substances entering your body trying you rob you of your mind. Taint the brain, render it corrupted and craving more and more until that point where more become too much and it is left deprived, broken and bleeding, feeling abandoned and unwanted by its own home.
The city of Gotham was known for crime mostly but also the nightlife. In the east end of Gotham were some fabulous clubs and lounges some of them were only for the big names in Gotham like Cobblepot and Wayne, while others were just a classy bar for the Gotham underworld. Those establishments weren't as highly advertised as most other's because of their nature, but then there were others which were used as both a place for organized crime and for partying hard. These sorts of clubs were usually high profile rich people wen out to them for dinner and reservation lists were usually packed to the tip, but in this town it really didn't matter if you had a reservation because name, status and money is held higher then morals in this little slice of hell on earth.
One of these clubs was the Iceberg Lounge. This place was classy as fuck. I mean a giant iceberg as a center piece surrounded with water, most of the place was white and blue while the waitresses dressed in skimpy black outfits that really flattered their figures. Only the beautiful people were allowed to dine and work here. It was looks that were always outweighing everything else in life. It was something that truly disgusted most people as the world was filled with people who aren't considered beautiful. Take for instance those who commit crimes in the city, many of them are doing such revolting as an outcome of some sort of traumatic event such as bullied or isolated because of status or beauty. All of these deaths and crimes could be avoided of this ugly society altered it's take on those who don't fit the "norm".
The city burst with life as the lineup for entrance to the Iceberg Lounge stretched down the street as it followed the velvet rope place adjacent from the wall of the club, indicating where the entrance would be if you were to follow the red velvet rope. Many of those in line were simply dying to get in and make a name for themselves while others had reservations for dinner with their sweethearts, then there were the few there simply for business. There were matters which needed to be discussed with the small man in charge of this establishment. He was somewhat of an informant and crime boss in Gotham and even associated himself with such people as the Joker. Many people compared him to Black Mask as far as power went he controlled one of the biggest portions of the city and just exactly what went down in certain area that were controlled by the owner of the club.
The blonde woman walked up to the end of the line and made a sudden pause. She stood tall in her large heels, elevating her four inches off the ground. Her hips swayed in the long red dress as she walked past the line up, her foot steps leaving an echo in the wind. As she walked, the men couldn't help but peer away from their current lady companions. The dress was tight fitting around her figure and extended as far as her ankles. She wouldn't have been able to walk we're it not for the small incision going up from the bottom of the dress to about mid thigh on the right side. Each step allowed her hair to bounce as the curls simply screamed out for attention. Around her neck, she wore a midnight black choker, and her left wrist had a larger sort of bracelet. The bracelet circled around her wrist with metallic diamond shaped item. The colors of the diamonds interchanged between red and black.
Finally, she had reached the front of the club. Taking a step towards the door, one of the bouncers put his hand out and held her bare shoulder, as the dress was strapless, stopping her in her own steps. "Sorry lady back of the line." A small smile spread across her crimson red lips revealing her beautifully whitened teeth. "Well how about you run along and tell Mr.Cobblepot that Harleen Quinzel would like to fine with him this evening" As she spoke her petit hand lifted up from her side and ever so slowly removed the mans grip on her shoulder. The bouncer seemed so rude to such a high social status name like Harleen Quinzel that it just sent anger coursing through her body. She honestly wanted to reach into her spaghetti strap black purse and remove one of her small knives and just slit the guys god damn throat and watch him bleed. But that wasn't on the schedule for tonight just pleasantries. The blonde stood impatiently as the bouncer disappeared into the club most likely in search of the head honcho.