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Post by ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE, on Mar 21, 2011 17:16:48 GMT -5
EVERY NIGHT YOU SALVAGE EVERY SKYLINE ♫
so that you might have the chance to feel fine
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Today was the day. Today was the day that Roxanna Moxie would get to burn the entire city down. Cause guess what? It was Roxie's birthday, and not just any birthday. It was Roxie's 21st birthday, and she planned on destroying the entire club that she had reserved especially for the occasion. She had even gotten the owner of club Datsik to let her deejay for the night, since the genre was going to be dubstep and Roxie fully intended to trip absolute face.
Sure, she didn't get along with everyone on tour, but just for a change of pace she had sent out invitations to every single member of the tour, and she'd see who came from there. After all, Roxie's birthday was going to be an occasion that absolutely nobody would want to miss. The more people who showed up, the more fun everyone would have. She had given one to Brodee with slight nerves, knowing full well clubs weren't really his scene, and had even awarded one to Finn.
Before heading out to the club she picked out her outfit carefully, prepped her best set of turntables and took three of her best ecstasy pills right before walking in the door. As she always did before she deejayed an event, she meticulously applied her face paint- it was her trademark. 
She was exactly on time, but nobody was here yet. No matter, that gave her time to let the other deejay finish his set, then take to the tables herself. As he began to tear down, he surveyed her and grinned.
"So today's your 21st, huh?" the other deejay said as he put away his equipment and Roxie set up hers.
"Sure is, are you sticking around?" she replied, strapping headphones around her neck and checking the sound levels.
"Absolutely. Let me buy you a drink to celebrate."
Shortly after he handed her a shot and a screwdriver, just as Roxie finished setting up the tables. She drained both quickly, then set to work with the beats. The lights were flashing and invading her brain as the drugs took over and messed with her mind. The usual plastered grin appeared on Roxie's face as she let the first beat drop: SWAGGA
"Happy motherfuckin' birthday to me."
swear to god i believe we've had enough ♫
OF TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD
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Post by FINN WILLIAM O'HARA, on Mar 21, 2011 17:19:38 GMT -5
tongues always pressed to your cheeks WHILE MY TONGUE IS ON THE INSIDE OF SOME OTHER GIRL'S TEETH. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Finn was not drunk, but he fully intended to be upon walking into the club. He knew it was Roxie's birthday and wanted to at least be there, even if she didn't want him talking to her. Call it that one little bit of care that he still did have for her. No matter, it would be gone soon anyway. Striding up to the bar with his usual ponce, he looked the attractive bartender directly in the eyes.
"Give me a whiskey sour with a shot, and send the birthday girl an apple martini from me," he added, pointing to to where Roxie was deejaying.
He knew full well that she was so high she wouldn't even notice that it had been he who sent the drink. No matter, that was his birthday present to her. Setting down a 100 dollar bill that would cover his expenses for the night, he immediately drained his whiskey sour and ordered two more, off to a brilliant start.
Nobody else was here yet, which made it the slightest bit awkward. He hoped Ronnie would show up even though he knew that she absolutely hated Roxie and vice versa. HE showed up, didn't he?
Finn like dubstep when he was drunk, so listening to Roxie deejay actually brought back fond memories of their relationship. When she was first getting started she would play tracks for Finn and ask if they were okay- and of course, they were always fantastic. Realizing quickly that he was getting sentimental and all that, Finn quickly finished off his second whiskey sour and ordered another one. He would be ready for this night.
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TAGGED , errbody?
CLOTHES , hurr.
MUSE , gooood yo.
LYRICS , "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3
CREDIT , rilo @caution!
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Post by AERYN MARIANA LIONFORD, on Mar 21, 2011 22:38:00 GMT -5
While Vienna wasn’t really one to be trusted to show up at special occasions, what made today special was the fact that first, the party would most likely be just like being at a club, which she loved anyway. Second, it was Roxie’s birthday. Most people tended to think that the two young women had some sort of bitter rivalry flowing between them due to the lack of care they exhibited when exchanging words, but the truth was simply that they had agreed upon a completely honest friendship. There were always people who would try to pretty up their words when describing the slim blonde, but she didn’t need it. She was a whore who liked to sleep around and flirt shamelessly, and she accepted that quite easily. Roxie seemed to have no problem with that, and she was quite blunt with the truth too, and that was why they got along well. Honesty came easily. She took a seat, waiting for Roxie to finish deejaying so that she could talk to her a bit.
Tagging along quietly was another blonde dressed in more conservative clothing. She seemed a bit out of place with the somewhat discontent expression on her pretty face, but Aeryn was a party girl through and through, and that would never change. Once the party got rolling and more people crowded onto the dance floor, she would probably be found there too, but before that, she wanted to wish Roxie a happy birthday. The older female had always been like an older sister with the way she had her back, and while Aer didn’t properly express her gratitude all that often, she was sincerely appreciative of the efforts. Ever since she lost quite a bit of her wild streak, she wasn’t quite sure how to defend herself, but being around Roxie made her feel more confident. The least she could do was be around to celebrate her birthday. As she trailed behind Vienna, she offered a small wave and a smile to Roxie before sitting down.
Not that Amy really knew who Roxie was, but if there was a party, then she wanted to be there, and she had the invitation to prove that there was something going on. She wasn’t the type to meet people and then stick around long enough to form friendships, but she figured she might as well make some sort of attempt at making acquaintances. It wasn’t as if she were suddenly excited about socializing, but she highly doubted she could survive the tour knowing no one. At the very least, she could meet people that she could get wasted with, and that would keep her content enough. She could be fairly tactless, but she wasn’t oblivious to the fact that it would be extremely awkward being surrounded by strangers when sober. Sure, she knew Venom and knew of a few Go. No. Stop! band members, but none of that sounded good to her. While she cared about the former, he often caused her to head ache over silly things, and the latter could be just as irritating to deal with. And who knew? Maybe she would even find a friend of sorts. She quietly entered, immediately heading toward the bar area to order something to drink.
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NOTES Meh, not pretty right now, but I'll get a template tomorrow.
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Post by VERMILLION TAYLOR COMA, on Mar 22, 2011 12:03:42 GMT -5
 Vermillion strode into the club as though she was the most important person in the world, ramming both sides of the double doors open, and striking a pose in the doorway. Admittedly, she was a little disappointed by the small amount of people that were there. She had expected more of a rave than a friendly gathering between six people. She needn't have even bothered putting on her killer stilettos and super short dress, which clung to her body. Of course, in such a dress one needed to pad ones bra rather a lot in order for the illusion of breasts to come across. Sadly Million had not been gifted with such a wonderful thing.
She saw several attractive people in the room. Three girls, and one guy. As Millie looked over to the dj, she realized that that was Roxie, all made up and doing her thing. Maybe she'd even find somebody fucked up enough to sleep with that night. She seriously wished that Tyler were back and interested in her again; he was the only one on tour that seemed to want to sleep with a girl with a dick.
Vermillion strolled over to one of the blonde girls. If she recalled correctly, her name was Aeryn. But Vermillion was never good with names, and could have been completely wrong. "Hey!" she called over the sound of dubstep which blared from the speakers. "Shit party, huh? We need somebody to liven this fucken' place up! When's everyone arriving damn it?!" she complained, tossing her long hair slightly. "Might as well get introductions over with. I'm Million, as in Millionaire. Shit, if you put our name's together we are Million-Aer. Your name is Aer, right?
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Post by SONNY DANTE FALCONE, on Mar 22, 2011 12:07:35 GMT -5
  Sonny actually liked Roxie. She wasn't the kind of girl that he could just sleep with and slough off like all the other girls he knew. She was his bro, wingman, party partner and (though he was surprised to admit it) a friend of his. Therefore when she gave him an invitation to her exclusive party and told him to arrive as fucked up as possible, he took it as his duty to do just that. He would absolutely not let her down.
He put on his best ladykiller clothes, actually spent a good amount of time on his hair, and switched up his drug for the night, choosing speed over coke. He had actually debated giving Roxie's favorite a try, just for a big change of pace. At the last minute he changed his mind and popped a couple of amphetamine capsules into his mouth.
Sonny was a man of good taste, so he called for a limousine to take him to the club. As he pulled up to the entrance, the heads of the non VIPs turned as he stepped out and skipped the red velvet, cocky smirk plastered across his face as he entered Club Datsik.
There she was, at the top of the tables mixing a sick track. Sonny was never very fond of dubstep, but he had to admit that it had a way of invading his brain whenever he was high. This time was no exception and although it would take the speed capsules about a half hour to kick in, he had a good amount of natural adrenaline pumping through his veins in anticipation of this crazy evening. He saw Amy and Finn at the bar, and immediately took a seat between them.
"Let me have a mai tai for me, a long island iced tea for this lady here, and a jagerbomb for the man on my left," he said, gesturing to Amy and Finn respectively. "Lastly, I'd like you to send the birthday girl at the tables a white russian."
Sonny slapped a hefty stack of bills on the table and gestured to the bouncer nearby, who immediately hustled over. Gesturing to a VIP booth, Sonny spoke into the man's ear.
"I'd like to reserve that booth for the night," he announced, handing the man two hundred dollars in cash.
The bouncer nodded excitedly and unhooked the rope around the booth while Sonny leaned into Amy and Finn.
"It might be a set or so before Roxie comes down, you guys wanna join me over at the booth?"
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Post by ALIANNA "ALICAT" MAE LOUISE, on Mar 22, 2011 12:24:36 GMT -5
 Ali twirled into the room - an entrance that most people that knew her were now all too familiar with. She was shocked to see that the club was pretty quite at that moment, as she'd thought she was late. Obviously she'd read her watch wrong. She was high, so it was easily done. She walked into the center of the dance floor, which was currently empty, and sat down cross-legged, leaning back on her wrists and staring at the ceiling where the lights were hitting.
"The stars are dancing for me!" she shouted, then lay down, crushing her shins beneath her body. "Oh, what a wonderful party!" she continued, the jolted suddenly upright, and looked over the the dj booth, where she saw Roxie, lost in the music.
She jumped up and skipped over to where Roxie was, and gave her a big, tight bear hug, not letting go. She took the microphone and shouted into it "Happy birthdaaaaaaaaaaay!" but to her dismay, her voice was not magnified at all. She thought that perhaps it was broken, or she hadn't spoken loud enough, so tried again. In fact, the reason was that she hadn't turned it on, neither did she even know how to do so. She pouted at Roxie, and tapped Roxie's shoulder apologetically. "It's broken," she complained, and then turned to scan the dance floor again, expecting more people to have arrived. Namely, Oli. But he wasn't there, and the same people loitered around, ordering drinks.
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Post by ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE, on Mar 22, 2011 18:45:53 GMT -5
EVERY NIGHT YOU SALVAGE EVERY SKYLINE ♫
so that you might have the chance to feel fine
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A number of people that Roxie recognized all entered at once, and it was as if a little lightbulb went off in her brain. She had been happy before, but now she was excited like a little kid going to Disneyworld. Look at all these people that had showed up for her birthday party. Even Vermillion and Amy had made appearances. Finn had showed up, which she really appreciated even though she currently hated his guts. Roxie waved frantically at Aer, Sonny and Vie, holding up a finger and mouthing: "I'll be down in a bit," so she could finish up her first set.
Several drinks also came to her courtesy of Finn and Sonny, and she drained them quickly. When she had promised herself that she would be getting fucked up, she had taken this promise completely seriously.
However, as soon as she had gotten the attention of the others, she was smothered by a tight hug. Craning her head from the suffocating grip, she saw Ali was the culprit. The girl grabbed the mic and attempted to wish Roxie a happy birthday, but to Ali's dismay the mic wasn't on.
"It's broken..." she whined, and Roxie snorted with hysterical laughter.
"Here, try again."
[/b][/color] she chuckled, turning the mic on and giving Ali a couple seconds to say something while she switched up the beat to a bit of: FIREPOWERRHer brain worked overtime and her hands flew across the tables as she mixed the next track, hoping to maintain a conversation with Ali at the same time if need be. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] swear to god i believe we've had enough ♫
OF TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD
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Post by FINN WILLIAM O'HARA, on Mar 23, 2011 8:51:35 GMT -5
tongues always pressed to your cheeks WHILE MY TONGUE IS ON THE INSIDE OF SOME OTHER GIRL'S TEETH. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Finn didn't really expect to end up talking to Roxie; it was just out of courtesy for their history that he even came to the club. Yet he didn't really expect to talk to anyone else either, unless it were Ronnie. He wasn't sure that she'd be able to function in a club anyway, not that it was a bad thing, it just didn't seem like clubs were Ronnie's gimmick. However, when Sonny walked in and sat down next to him, Finn was pleasantly surprised.
He and Sonny had a decent history. Sonny would get tanked on cocaine and whatever else and Finn would get shithoused, then Finn would accompany Sonny on his skirt chasing endeavors, since he was dating Roxie at the time. When the two parted ways, he didn't really expect Sonny to show back up as the bassist of Go. No. Stop!
Yet there he was, buying Finn a drink and inviting he and Amy to a booth he had quickly rented. Perhaps this party wouldn't be so uneventful after all.
"Thank you sir," Finn said in his thick Irish accent, clapping Sonny on the back and draining the jagerbomb that he had been bought. "And don't mind if I do!"
Finn followed Sonny to the booth, still keeping one eye on the door and one eye on Roxie (metaphorically of course), he sat down on the outside, ordering himself another whiskey sour. He was already decently buzzed and that was the sign of a good night to come.
Noticing Vermillion at the bar, he cocked his head to the side. He had never really spoken to her at length, but knew that she had an attitude he fancied.
"Hey, you! At the bar! One with big ego!" he called, hoping to get her attention and spice up the night with a bit of drama. Not between he and her, of course, but just in general.
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TAGGED , errbody?
CLOTHES , hurr.
MUSE , gooood yo.
LYRICS , "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3
CREDIT , rilo @caution!
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Post by punkbitch on Apr 8, 2011 19:37:01 GMT -5
SINCE WE ARE THE BEST
AND YOU AGREE WITH ME, RIGHT?
no need to debate the way we bomb shit,  [ I`M KIND OF LIKE THE GOVERNMENT, SO JUST RESPECT MY CONGLOMERATE ] Sapphire like Roxie. Point was, she was a crazy bitch, and that was the kind of person Sapphire liked to ahve around her. Well behaved people were just so boring, and boring was not even in Saph's vocabulary. So when she received in invitation to the firecracker's 21st birthday, of course Saph accepted gratefully. It would be a great chance to get really really drunk and cause trouble. Well, not too much trouble.
As soon as she walked in, she surveyed the scene. People were just starting to come in and everyone was getting comfortable. There was a good assortment of bandies here, from Sonny to Finn to the Vermillion... chick? Saph was never really sure on that one. Shaking her head, she rolled up to the bar.
""What can I get for you, doll?." the bartender asked, giving her a smirk.
"Lemme have a shot of patron and a teqiula sunrise to start." she replied coyly, slapping a wad of cash on the bar and looking around for the birthday girl herself.
"Aha, I've found her." Saph thought to herself, seeing a warped looking beauty up by the turntables. That would be the very girl. "No need to bother her now, I'll just see what mischief everyone else is up to until she's ready."[/color
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Post by SONNY DANTE FALCONE, on Apr 10, 2011 8:11:26 GMT -5
Just as Sonny was getting comfortable and relishing his oncoming high, he saw Selene- or Rome, if his luck was any good- slide into the bar. He locked his eyes on her and watched her very inconspicuously. The way she demanded a drink was indicative of her more interesting personality, but he certainly wasn't going to push any buttons. Selene was a killjoy. Rome was a killer- and Sonny loved a good murder.
When she moved in his direction he smirked and gave a sarcastic little finger wave, hopefully indicating that he hoped she'd join them at the booth as well. It was large and lavish, and certainly held enough room for the lucky few that were Sonny's particular entourage. When Selene moved close enough, Sonny called to her in his booming, deep voice.
"Hey dollface, I hope i get the better half of your company for the evening!" he yelled over the booming dubstep, raising a glass to her. "Come have a few drinks with us, why don't you?"
He looked to his left and his right. Amy was here, but she wasn't Aubree and wouldn't get bent out of shape if he invited Selene over and hit on her. However, although he did find some of Aubree's clingy tendencies a bit irritating at times, he couldn't help but wonder why she wasn't here. Then again, last he had checked, she and Roxie hadn't exactly been besties.
"Oh well, back to the ladies of the evening."
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