Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Nothing felt more like home to Dimitri than the thumping bass of industrial techno intermingled with the scents of sweat and stale booze. To him, it exemplified the promises of everything he loved: Sex, drugs, and all around debauchery. Dimitri grinned as he stepped out of his royal purple, antique Pontiac GTO.
Dimitri nodded hello to the bouncer and enetered the swarming, over-packed building. His favorite part of enetering the club was how, with all the swaying, it almost felt like the club itself was a living entity. It was all so poetic. Pushing past the writing bodies without much notice, Dimitri made his way to the bar.
Leaning against the bar, Dimitri winked at a young blonde across the bar and turned to the man serving the drinks. He didn't know who the man one, as bartenders in Club Dread are constantly coming and going, but he still felt he should check in on them occassionally. "Dare I say things are going well?"
The bartender nodded, without looking up from mixing drinks. Dimitri smiled proudly. He loved when his workers were obedient. When they just did their work and didn't step out of line, things always went more smoothly.
Dimitri stepped away from the bar and walked directly out toward the center of the dance floor. The crowd parted as he walked through with a confidence unlike any others and the dancing slowed as people paused to watch his actions. Dimitri approached a tall, thin, brunette gyrating in the middle of the dance floor. Dimitri gently stroked her face with the back of his hand and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Come with me," he hissed into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist and began to lead her toward the VIP lounge.
Last Edit: Apr 24, 2011 12:38:16 GMT -8 by dimitrinyx
There was defiantly something to be said about California, everything seemed a bit more glamorous out here, especially after years of traveling in the mid-west. As Sawyer stepped out of her cab see took in the people standing in line to get into this club, and she breathed a sigh of relief that she had had the forethought to go shopping. People were in various stages of club attire, from the goth to the trendy, all chatting and waiting to get in to the club that practically hummed with energy.
Adjusting her red halter top, and slipping her fingers through the belt loops of her low slung black leather pants Sawyer plastered a sultry smile on her face and sauntered up to the door man, her 6" heels clicking on the cement and her curled dark hair swaying at her exposed back. She felt ridiculous dressed this way, but she had a feeling if she came dressed in her normal cloths, she would spend eternity standing in line waiting to get into this place.
"Hey Handsome," She said sweetly to the doorman, ignoring the glares of the people standing in line. "My friends are inside, and I was wondering if would be ok for me to slip on by," a bat of the eyelashes and little push out of the chest, the door man's eyes raking over her. He considered for a moment before moving the rope and letting her by. "Thank you so much, sweetie," It took everything she had to contain the roll of her eyes as she walked in the club; this was a role she had to play more often then should have been necessary but it came in handy.
The loud thump and pound of bass; the smell of sweat, lust, and alcohol; the dark and moving lights, it was a lot to take in but there was a different vibe here. Something that Sawyer hadn't felt at any other club that her sister had drug her to when they were younger, this had to be the right place. She was here in search of a lead about a possible vampire nest and this seemed exactly the kind of place to start.
Walking up to the bar, Sawyer ordered a beer and set to scanning the crowd for anything out of the ordinary. It wasn't long before she noticed the crowd part and pause to watch a man with long dirty blonde hair as he approached a woman on the floor. Sawyer could feel her spidey-senses going off and as the man touched the girl it only got worse. The girl who had been previously dancing seemed dazed as the man pulled her off the floor to a different section of the club.
Pounding back her beer Sawyer chased after the girl, weaving in and out of the crowd and soon caught up to them. Reaching for the girl's arm, Sawyer stopped her. "Hey, that girl you were with, she is like totally getting sick. I think she needs to go home," The girl looked confused and blinked before looking at the man that held her other arm and this stranger that was now talking to her.
"I don't know..." the girl started.
"Dude, seriously, like, it is the friggin Exorcist in the ladies," Sawyer said with all sincerity in her voice. Her eyes shift to the man. Her brow lifted as she looked at him, waiting to see what would happen next.