Post by {Eris} on Dec 22, 2007 18:57:49 GMT -5
Oh Sin City.
Such a fine example of wide-spread mayhem condensed into one conurbation. You would assume that the mother of all discord would indeed find some fancy in residing here. So, naturally, she owned a summer home or two.
The streets were crowded with people just open to her meddling. Drunkards, strung-out meth addicts, teenage parents, just a few of the breeds that huddled under her expansive, maternal wing.
The clubs in this place were often appeasing to her. Eris was frequently seen strung out along a divan, a massacre of incredible beauty and spite, in one of the many convenient lounges. Tonight she wore a slinky little number in black, her long hair let loose over the arm of a settee. A long, handled cigarette was balanced between her pointer and middle finger, jealously smoldering as she nursed a glass of campaign. It was infinitely luxurious.
Men and women mingled about, some too utterly moral to catch her attention. There were a few, though, who looked precarious enough to touch. She sat up a little straighter, crossing one sleek leg over the other, a small smile raising the corners of her lips. It wasn’t really a smile, not enough to show her glittering array of teeth, but a slight indication to clandestine humor.
She recognized a few of the faces, some whom she had dragged down to her level for a little fun, and others she had let slip through her grasp for a lack of potential.
There was a certain crackle in the room, especially now. It surrounded the city, coursing through the people, probing and inquiring as far as Eris wished. Her eyes were dark and intense; her eye-color alighted with an internal flame that always seemed to be subdued, flaring in just the right moments. There would be some kind of fun tonight, she would ensure it.
Arising from her lounge, she slinked towards the dance-floor, setting down her flute on the nearest surface and taking the last drag from her cigarette. The music made her hips swing in a circular motion, propelling her towards the mass of beautiful people dancing under the hazy cloud of smoke and strobe-lights. Hands were pressed to her hips, making a delicious smile sneak upon her features. Mortals were so frisky, more so than the gods anyway. It took her a moment to find someone who peaked her interest, a young man looking devastating. A wedding ring sparkled on his marital hand, and though he didn’t seem to be here with anyone she knew all about him – he needed an escapade like her. At first he wouldn’t want her – his morals would be stubborn, but her ways were verypersuasive…
Such a fine example of wide-spread mayhem condensed into one conurbation. You would assume that the mother of all discord would indeed find some fancy in residing here. So, naturally, she owned a summer home or two.
The streets were crowded with people just open to her meddling. Drunkards, strung-out meth addicts, teenage parents, just a few of the breeds that huddled under her expansive, maternal wing.
The clubs in this place were often appeasing to her. Eris was frequently seen strung out along a divan, a massacre of incredible beauty and spite, in one of the many convenient lounges. Tonight she wore a slinky little number in black, her long hair let loose over the arm of a settee. A long, handled cigarette was balanced between her pointer and middle finger, jealously smoldering as she nursed a glass of campaign. It was infinitely luxurious.
Men and women mingled about, some too utterly moral to catch her attention. There were a few, though, who looked precarious enough to touch. She sat up a little straighter, crossing one sleek leg over the other, a small smile raising the corners of her lips. It wasn’t really a smile, not enough to show her glittering array of teeth, but a slight indication to clandestine humor.
She recognized a few of the faces, some whom she had dragged down to her level for a little fun, and others she had let slip through her grasp for a lack of potential.
There was a certain crackle in the room, especially now. It surrounded the city, coursing through the people, probing and inquiring as far as Eris wished. Her eyes were dark and intense; her eye-color alighted with an internal flame that always seemed to be subdued, flaring in just the right moments. There would be some kind of fun tonight, she would ensure it.
Arising from her lounge, she slinked towards the dance-floor, setting down her flute on the nearest surface and taking the last drag from her cigarette. The music made her hips swing in a circular motion, propelling her towards the mass of beautiful people dancing under the hazy cloud of smoke and strobe-lights. Hands were pressed to her hips, making a delicious smile sneak upon her features. Mortals were so frisky, more so than the gods anyway. It took her a moment to find someone who peaked her interest, a young man looking devastating. A wedding ring sparkled on his marital hand, and though he didn’t seem to be here with anyone she knew all about him – he needed an escapade like her. At first he wouldn’t want her – his morals would be stubborn, but her ways were very