Jer Calcove (the_ace) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-05-06 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: jeremiah calcove, character: thane raidan, player: nick, player: steph, post: thread |
CHAPTER TWO. THREAD. Jer and
Who: Jeremiah Calcove & OPEN
What: The two-faced shape-shifter kicks back and relaxes, for now.
When: February 6th 2208, 2:03am
Where: After Hours
Rating: PG-13 for now.
The small group around him burst into another fit of laughter as Jeremiah went on with his story. The gaggle of demons and vampires around the shape shifter came in all sizes and shapes, sort of like he did. To his right a sultry demoness who's beauty rivaled most super models, her clothing looking as if it belonged in a lingerie ad. To Jer's left, a handsome young looking vampire who was well into his four hundreds but not looking a day over twenty two, wearing a black mesh shirt that clung to his fit body and his wavy hair was a pure a blond as the rays of the sun. Both sat close to the shape shifter and caressed his shoulders as Jer spoke to the rest of the gathered spawn of hell.
"So, I told him," Jer bragged, tossing his call into the pot of their poker game, "You want me to do something like that it'll cost you more than an arm and a leg!" The table laughed again. Their individual table seemed to be isolated from most of the remainder of the club around them. After Hours' music played, thumbing and blaring its own beat as demons, vampires, therianthropes either danced or practically fucked in the booths and seats around them. Behind their little gathering a glass wall separated Jer's group from a 90% naked woman who clawed at the glass, her moans unheard through the sound-proof barrier as vampire dug her teeth into the chained girl's shoulder. Another table over, Jer noticed a man and a woman kissing furiously, and in the midst's of the noise and hardly seen in the darkness, a demon with glowing eyes seduced one of the few human volunteers as pray and lured the young, probably unsuspecting boy to the dance floor. Jer only smirked.
He shook his head as the small group around him commented on his stories, telling the ship-shafter how funny he was, how he always seemed to come out on top, which Jeremiah usually did. He shrugged and laughed right along with them. He shrugged his shoulders, which were draped in a white suit jacket, clean as freshly fallen snow. Pants to match, and a silk red shirt under a white tie. Jer continued on with his stories as he and his small gathering of hellspawn played cards until something caught his well trained eye. Jer glanced upwards, catching a face.