I'm Too Sexy For My City (Open)

[Psyche]

Psyche stood there in thought, arms folded across his chest with one hand resting at his chin as he looked into the expansive spacing of the wardrobe. The flambouyancy of the vast array of apparel was enough to make a circus clown wince, but that's the way he liked it. He was his own greatest piece of art and the framing on artwork needed to compliment it so. Scanning over an electric blue three-piece suit here, a houndstooth fur parka there, a pair of ***-less leather chaps....wait what?....someone'd been gaming around around, for sure. He'd never wear something so tacky..."Hmmmmmmm." No, certainly never that tacky. A bright red jumpsuit..."Ahhhh, here we go." Right next to the tiger-striped smoking jacket was a red dress-suit he'd not even had the chance to wear, except of course to model it. One surely had to take the time to model themselves in clothes whenever the opportunity arose. "Perfect."

Disrobing and stripping himself of the blood-spattered outfit he had been wearing through his latest trips through the sewers; the tattoo-covered vampire looked himself over in the full-body mirror and grinned big. He was a perfect specimen for sure. "Beaaaautifuuul. Another artist couldn't create as pefect a masterpiece as you, boss! Haha."

Truth be told. The city and it's ebb and flow of activity was suffering through a lull in his eyes. Wars had quieted down, the Crow had been silenced, hunting had come to an unfortunate pause for the time being. There was an abundance of free time and so little happening current events to occupy ones time; it was really forcing individuals to use their imaginations and get creative in their endeavors.

Admittedly, more and more he was trying to find time outside of the packs he often ran with....or didn't, as he'd seldom been a social butterfly as of late. He was trying his damndest to change that, but with so many involved and coccooned in their own personal affairs, now was a difficult time to create those bonds it would seem. The Eyrie was always a safe haven and the company of fellow owls always succeeded in making him feel like he belonged somewhere, but as of recent the sexual tension was so high up there he really just needed a break. Once or twice he was compelled to check outside for a sign reading 'Melrose Place'. Perhaps it was the time of year, too. Valentine's Day was on the horizon and the couples would be cuddling more than usual, singles would either be more depressed or destitute to find a partner. He'd pondered that once or twice over and those particular emotions just really didn't seem to stir in him. He didn't understand that mix of emotions that sent so many on a spiraling descent like roller pigeons. And even now, with his much more vast understanding of thought, it made no sense. Thoughts seemed to align with the erratic behavior of the heart in those matters. Biologically we were hardwired to self-destruct....fascinating.

Sangue was quiet as usual, with Scorpia busy everyone seemed to scatter to the winds and put their 'individual' hats on. Scorp was often the glue. He didn't even have a clue where his own childe had been as of recent. He'd see her down in the lobby of the Flats here and there, but seldom heard from her.

The flier he'd just found was a god-send. He'd not left Harper Rock since he'd arrived and been turned almost a year ago. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he was even capable. In the drab, melancholy stagnation that had been looming the bright greens, yellow and pinks of the fliers had been like a Batman beacon.

Straightening the maroon tie over the white button-up dress shirt, he grinned, nodded and picked up the crimson coat off the bed. He picked up the cellphone and keys off the table, ensuring he had what he needed before heading for the hall out back into the sewers. Confirming he had everything, he started for the corridor and began texting en mass to all contacts.

'To anyone who cares: Fashion show is in town in Bullwood. Big event with some of the latest and greatest lines. Celebrities to be attending. Dress to impress. Latez! - Psy

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

CC had finished up on stage and doing the rounds of the club, picking up any tips and saying hey to those regulars who were in. She really did love her job and how it made her feel, standing on stage in barely anything, performing her skills while all eyes were on her. It was such a head rush to think she had such power over the men and women who came to see her. All simply from taking off her clothes and moving her body to music, in ways that not everyone could. Excusing herself from a table of businessmen, she headed back to her dressing room and sat down to relax a bit. Her head leant against the back of her chair and her hand moved back and forth between her mouth and the chocolate covered strawberries that some client had brought in as a gift for her. Seriously. How was this not the life?!

An annoying beep echoed from somewhere in the room, and one eye opened and stared at the ceiling. Had she imagined it, or had that beep actually happened? And if it had happened, was it really in the room - or was it perhaps some feedback or noise from next door or in the corridor? She sat there in silence, her hand up at her mouth and a strawberry between her teeth, half bitten as she listened intently.

'Beep'

She knew she wasn't imagining it this time. So she let go of the berry with her hand and sat up, looking around. It was fairly amusing - had anyone seen her - because the berry in her mouth looked like some sort of dummy that she was sucking on, and she was sucking on it and enjoying the chocolate as it melted off layer by layer.

'Beep'

She was getting annoyed now, because there was definitely something here that she didn't think should be, and she was looking all over for it! Finally, she had the bright idea of looking in her bag, and there she found her new phone, telling her she had a new text message. Apparently - this phone had a reminder function to tell you there was a message or a missed call if you'd not heard it ringing. Right then and there, she made a mental note to shove the damn thing up Leo's *** and tell him to fix it so it didn't do it anymore. However, first things first, she needed to see who the text was from.

'To anyone who cares: Fashion show is in town in Bullwood. Big event with some of the latest and greatest lines. Celebrities to be attending. Dress to impress. Latez! - Psy

Psy? Psycho? No, he'd not be inviting her ANYWHERE other than to the shadowrealm - ********* that he was. So who could it be? It took 5 mins of staring at the text, before she thought to check the numer out on her old phone - because where her number was still the same, she'd not transferred the contacts over yet. Quickly, she searched out the phone, typed in the number and looked to see who it brought up and grinned as she saw Psyche's name pop onto the screen.

"Excellent!"

She said, and then began to run through what to wear in her head.

An hour later, she was showered, dried, changed, hair and makeup done and heading out of the door. She didn't have any special clients that night, and rather than working - why not go out and torture the man a bit?! His style of dress wasn't exactly, conventional - so she hoped he'd appreciate the thigh high, platform lace up boots she'd picked out to go over her fishnet stockings, that was all topped off with the CUTEST bee costume that looked even better just now as she'd bleached her hair.

Getting outside of the club, she made sure he was alone and then focussed on Bullwood and ran her *** all the way there with Celerity. Only when she stopped outside of the station did she realise the flaw in the entire thing.... Bullwood was huge, and the show could be anywhere. Idiotic man that he was hadn't specified a location. She'd just fished out her phone to angrily call him when she spotted a couple coming out of the station, who looked JUST the type to go to a fashion show. Beaming, she fell into step a fair distance behind them and followed along, hoping they'd take her to the right place.



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