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( The eyes of a child. )
WHO: Helen & Dante
WHEN: Sunday, February 1st; late at night
WHERE: Non-specific Church
WHAT: Helen has taken to a church to find some peace and to privately cope with the aftermath of the slaughter at Black Velvet...
RATING: PG
( She had been in the church for a few hours now, once things had been settled at the hospital and amongst the leaders of The Watch. For much of that time, when with the others, Helen had remained quiet and especially cautious of leaking her true feelings into the Ether. They might have thought her silence was because of the physical pain or general weariness that they all felt, but it was much more than that. These were not feelings she particularly wished to share with them, with any of the people in their group, and so she turned to the one being that Helen knew she could always go to: God. )
The club is fuller than usual, a mass of writhing bodies which pretend to be some sort of formal occasion. The supernatural are all on form tonight - it's formals all around. The purpose of this little get-together? Charity? Hardly, it seems to be just because they can. This type's of things are becoming more and more frequent, held by the more prominent demons, vampires or others of Las Vegas. Parties to entertain everyone, to keep Las Vegas the place to be.
Black and white snuggle the club in sharp contrasts, crispy and clean. They've obviously gone all out on this thing. Humans play food and slave amongst the party goers and there is a general feeling of euphoria through out the room - some mood altering demons perhaps?
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