Rachel Sully (rachelsully) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-12 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~rachel sully, ~tim dixon |
Who: Rachel Sully
Where: Abandoned strip club on Grand Avenue (building 63)
What: letting go
When: Saturday afternoon.
Rating: Timmy is a bad boy.
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing
It was still four years until someone would fix up the strip club on Grand Avenue but Rachel needed to lose herself. The pole dancing that Juliet had taught her always helped her clear her head. The club wasn't actually used for stripping, unless someone set up a private party. It was used as a work out class, having one main stage and six smaller stages made it perfect for that sort of thing. Pole dancing was an amazing work out and it kept the women of the island fit and limber. She made her way down the street and was happy to find the club unlocked. She wore only yoga pants and a sports bra, even though it was a little chilly outside. She knew she'd work up a sweat. When she went in, she wasn't at all surpised to find the place covered in dust. She coughed a couple of times but didn't care. She needed to let go and this was the best place to do it. It took her a few minutes to get to the breaker and she flipped the switch, sighing in relief as the lights came on. She'd been there plenty of times to help Juliet with her classes, and to attend some herself. Once she was certain that all of the breakers were working, she then started for the stairs that led to the sound booth. She took her time going up the short stair case, trying to decide which song she should play first. When she finally had the perfect song in mind, she carefully pushed the sound booth door open. She looked at the sound board, so different than the one she'd handled in the future, and yet similar. She pushed a few buttons and then got the microphone that fortunately still worked and tested the speakers. It was amazing how it all functioned. She found an auxiliary cord in amongst a box of odds and ends, and pulled her phone out of her waistband, hooking it up. She set the song up on a delay to give her time to get down to the stage. Rather than choosing one of the smaller stages, she went center stage, hand on the pole and waited for another count of ten before the music started, blaring loud enough that she couldn't hear herself think, which was exactly what she needed. |