The Hideout IC: This is where all the fun's at!

[Melvin Louie-Leon]

[ Welcome to the Ultimate Hideout, free-roam RP for all Siterz and Circle Fucks! ]

Melvin wandered into the Hideout, which was basically a massive bar & grill made out of several dilapidated buildings and apartments forced together to hide this region. Here, hundreds of creatures and (or) humans gathered, amongst this essentially "underground" setting. It was completely illegal for this place to exist, however, no one ever followed the rules always. The House Alpha, often referred to as "the King" or the territory's "Wolf", pretty much ran the place - without doing shit to run it. Meaning whatever he said went, and if he were to enforce it, several people would come after you and bash your fucking head in, while the Tyrant personally laughed in your face for your stupidity. But anyways.

The King sat to the far right of the counter, which was facing the bar. Holding a bottle in one hand, and a shot glass in the other, he prepared to get himself very, very drunk. This was common practice for the Wolf, who always ignored the people lingering on about.

Behind him to the right, and even to the left, were corridors lit with small torches or rave lighting. Each corridor lead to a series of rooms, where all-too-much fandoming would occur. Meaning creatures would go back there, or be forced to go back there - to satisfy themselves, or another being. The King played no mind to anyone partaking in these activities, as he didn't care what others did, so long as they weren't in his way. Not to say though, that he himself did not engage in the Deviant's behaviors once in a while. Melvin was far as fuck from innocent, that was rather clear. He cracked his neck and smirked, feeling his black tail coil around the stool he sat atop. His glowing blue eyes focused on his shot glass, then closed when he up and downed it.

He continued to sit there - ignoring the entire Fleet that seemed to come and go at all hours of existence.

[Salvation Arclight]

Salvation was always in a shit mood - or a devious mood. Or a mix of the two. But right now, he was wretchedly pissed off ...or something. Gritting his teeth, the Angel of Purity and Light (irony being that he was filthy and evil enough to make Melvin turn into the Sinner), shoved open the double-doors to the Hideout and walked inside.

Sal was rather pleased, that he was no longer sharing a body with his lesser half, Chris.

He was now fully in his own formation, without any help or care in the world. Smirking evilly as Hell, the Long-Wing walked boldly into the Hideout, seeking out his King, who was busy getting piss drunk. Without a care in the world the Angel shoved a few people out of his way, his Godly wings shimmering with a light-blue tint as he made his way over to the Alpha with the stature of a Tainted God or six.

"Hello there, my King..." He hissed, sitting beside the fabled Tyrant. "Getting wasted already are we? Should truly make things... interesting..."

Salvation snickered and then snatched the glass from the King, and took a shot of what was clearly pure vodka. Turning to face the Wolf, he leaned over towards him, close enough where they were nose-to-nose, glaring into each other's eyes.

"I am rather bored my King, perhaps you should... let me have you for a while, no?" Salvation sneered and flared out his wings just a bit behind him. Still keeping a somewhat submissive tension directed from his form to the King's, the Angelic Whore leaned in and hissed into the King's pointed ear, hoping to get his attention.

[Raphiella Blu Azure]

Blu was bored, and wandered into the Hideout sometime after a few of the others had. Wearing a bright blue dress beneath a long black cloak, the "Sapphire God" loomed the place without speaking to anyone. Her business there was the same every time, a simple drink and chat with the Circle was her general ordeal if even that. Most days she preferred to just be left alone, this was one of those days.

The girl with the glowing blue hair and eyes took a seat far enough from the King to only have eyes on him and that Angel of his. She played no mind to the others dancing, swaying and drinking all around her. Relaxing and closing her eyes for a moment as she downed a colored-blue shot, she sat and thought about what had gone on the night beforehand. Many thoughts and questions lingered on through her mind, some with, and others without - answers.

Today needs to be a day of rest. She thought to herself. The hybrid female sat back in her beautiful humanoid form, and rested her head against the booth in which she remained. No one bothered to speak with her for now. But perhaps later they would.

[The Azure Dox]

Doxy wandered around the Hideout, until he could find the rooms in back. Obviously, he had come there for one thing - and one thing only. Sex. It was constantly on his mind, and without Sol being around as normally as she used to be - he had to get it somewhere. So, without any concern for his body, or others, he roamed into the back to find himself someone to skiff with.

"The usual today my Time-Traveling Prince?" A voice asked.

Doxy would nod and have the same devious smirk over his face as he always had.

"But of course." He would reply, as he always did.

Very few people came into the Hideout just to socialize. Most of them came there to barter, or trade, sell other fiends and fuck the life from each other. Doxy was no exception to the rules. And while he was getting blown off by a professional whore, he was somehow daydreaming of some of the others that had worked there. My, how he wanted to just get with them as well. But that would never happen. People were of different preferences, and no one was as easy as Doxy was. Other than that whore Angel Salvation. Ha, Doxy had half a mind to fuck him straight one day.

[Ryou Half-Wit Wolf]

Ryou, a young boy..well..teen actually, was wondering around the Hideout, this was rather unusual for him. Why? Well simply because the half wit rarely came out or did anything, he mostly kept to himself and socialized with very few on rare occasions. In his hand he held a glass filled to the brim with a mixture of two things, one of which being vodka and the other being Monster, yes he mixed those two, and on often occasions he would mix them with more than just that. He simply could not ignore the smell of the alcohol or the addictivness of the energy drink being mixed together.

So here he wondered, wings curled up against his back with his two different colored eyes, Left one a glowing blue and right one a glowing red, these eyes had a tendency to change according to his mood. He stayed near the back, away from the drunk and dancing others who all seemed to be having a great time, if it was to be he would eventually talk to somebody...or just get drunk and pass out in a corner somewhere to lazy to make his way back home while being clumsier than usual.
Spotting Salvation and Melvin, he laughed a little bit, having heard of everything that they do, since he did after all, stalk the king.
"How interesting..."

[Sora Trustinthedark]

Sora looked around at all the people.

He wasn't anything special, not like everyone else that gathered there.

There was the Circle, the people closest to the King... everyone with special Godly powers - and then there was him. The abandoned child of Oblivion, who's birth was cursed and had killed the King's wife when he came out of her. What the fuck kind of person was he?

He was, a Nobody. And not just any Nobody. A Nobody - of Oblivion.

Positively worthless given any circumstances.

Sora lingered around trying to stay as solid as possible. His body seemed to fade in and out of the current world, as it had done for everywhere else. Sighing and wandering to the bar, he caught a glance of the Tyrant's Stalker, a Nude Man, the King himself, and the wandering Angels of the King. He shook his head almost sadly, and did his best to stay away. He needn't bother any of them. Ordering a frozen shot he downed it, before it could ooze from his body. He seemed to just infect the air around him, spores floating off, from the living parasitic infection that he was.

He decided to wander into the Back Rooms, and sit in his - alone.

[Deus Ex]

Deus entered the area quietly. This was no place for a child of 9 years old, but here she was. Among all sorts of beings and creatures, the girl seemed not to even be afraid. After all, what did fear do for a person anyhow? Was there a point to feeling anything at all? She did not know. Nevertheless, she moved through the crowds of ravers and dancers, and took a seat alone.

The girl noticed a strange man watching her, and was approached by a waiter. She asked for a water, and sipped it, knowing the other man's gaze was still on her. She did nothing to gain his attention, but knew that a place like this constantly got it anyhow. Deus wanted nothing to do with anyone. She was just there to hopefully locate her brother Sora, who was a bit older than she was. Perhaps he wasn't there yet. But she'd wait, because the girl was told by a Witch, that he had in fact been going here for a time.

So wait, she would, until she found him once again.

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