[Friday, July 30, 2004.]
[It's a Friday night!  Reasonably late night: about ten o' clock.  And it's not 
a school night, as school's out for summer.  So, what do kids do on Friday 
nights where there's no school?  They sit at home and roleplay over IRC.]
[At least, that's what the loser kids do.  But Veronica's no loser.  She's out 
having a good time instead.  A good time with her friend Christy, who dragged 
her out to the club scene to get Veronica over that loser ex-boyfriend of hers.]
[They've just wandered into Styx, one of the few clubs that will let in a couple 
girls under twenty-one who aren't using fake IDs so long as they wear those 
bright orange bracelets of death.  It's known to be harsh on carding at the 
counter just the same, but hey.  Juice bars are for wimps, and the fact that 
they let teenagers in anyway is a great place to find other teenagers with the 
same idea.]
[(Or people looking for jailbait, but okay, some people have orange bracelets of 
death, and others don't.  You do the math.)]
[Christy is bouncing alongside Veronica as they enter, brown curls flying 
everywhere.  Her hair, as usual, is a wild yet cute mess.  There's a big grin on 
her face, which almost never means well.  "This is gonna be great, Rica.  You'll 
see."]
[Intro Session Start!]
* Veronica is an attractive 16-year old girl with straight brown hair down to 
the bottom of her shoulder blades currently loose. Her bangs tussled over her 
front and she's got a decent tan on her rounded face. Right now, she's got 
lipstick and a black open jacket over a u-neck blouse and jeans. Currently she's 
picking at the orange bracelet around her other three gold bracelets, her eyes 
focused on her task.
* Veronica is made-up today too! Which means lipstick, nail polish and even a 
little eyeliner. She makes a disgusted face at the bracelet. "I don't know about 
this. I mean any place that's gotta TAG ya if you go in..."
["Oh, come *on*.  It's not that bad.  Just hide it under your watch or 
something."]
* Veronica looks up from her picking. "But it's ORANGE! That screams of tacky, 
Christina. I...oh fine." She folds her arms and looks lazily at her friend. 
"This better be worth it."
* Veronica hides the hideous thing under her watch.
[Christy beams.  She, as stated, has wild brown curls that frame her face, 
equally brown eyes, and dusky skin.  Her make up's heavier than Veronica's, and 
she's wearing rather tight jean shorts and a tied off t-shirt, which does well 
to show her lack of stomach.  Then again, the girl's a stick, so she seems to 
lack about everything.  Oh, and pumps which add a few inches to her height.  
Goodness knows she needs it.]
["It'll be worth it," she says as she wraps one arm up and around Rica's 
shoulders.  "Have I ever steered you wrong before?"]
* Veronica answers easily. "Yes." She then grins. "But it's always been fun, so 
I'm with ya all the way." She looks around. "Now...wheeere's our prey tonight?"
[Christy peers, too.  The place has a bit of a crowd, and it just keeps growing 
as people push their way past the pair to join in.  There's a bar on the first 
floor.  The second has a balcony.  Tables are scattered around the dance floor, 
and there's a small stage at the end, though nobody's on it right now.  
Currently, some techno music or another is being played through the speakers.]
["Eh, don't really see anyone yet.  Let's dance.  You can be my date until we 
find someone better for ya."]
* Veronica laughs. "Gee, that's good. I thought you were bringing me here to 
take my mind off guys. Now we'll be having people think we're some lesbo 
couple."
[She winks, switching to a sultry walk, which she pulls off... badly.  "I'm not 
a guy.  Put your mind on me."  And then she nearly runs into somebody.  "Hey, 
watch it!" she yells at him.]
[The person she nearly ran into apologizes quickly and rushes for the door.]
* Veronica snickers as she watches Christy try to walk, then eyes the guy 
running out. "Geezus, what was that all about?"
[Christy watches him go.  "Dunno.  Break up, maybe?"]
<Veronica> Yeah...
* Veronica then gives out a little smirk. "Maybe your walk was too much for him 
to handle."
[Christy blinks, and as she turns to her friend, Veronica says that.  She puts 
one fist on her hip.  "Hell yeah!  I *am* the sex.  Now, come on.  Some guys 
like hot lesbo couples."  And she grabs Veronica's wrist, leading her to the 
dance floor.]
* Veronica gets pulled along for a little bit. "Hey! Geez, will you take some 
tranqs or something?" She matches her pace and walks with Christy. To the DANCE 
FLOOR!
["Eew, no.  That'd give me pimples or something.  I have allergic reactions."]
* Veronica rolls her eyes. "There's more important things in life to worry about 
than getting a zit. Honestly."
["Psh, whatever.  You don't get 'em.  How'd you know?"]
* Veronica shrugs and grins, putting her fist on her own hip. "Just lucky, I 
guess." She sighs overdramatically and puts her hand to her cheek, speaking with 
emphatic irony. "Oh it's a shame God didn't bless everyone with these good 
looks."
["Yeah, they're almost as good as mine," Christy says, blissfully ignoring that 
any guy who's watching them is probably looking at Rica's curves and not her 
skinniness.]
* Veronica grins at Christy's comeback and takes her by the hand. "Come on, 
slowpoke. Let's dance." She drags HER this time.
[Christy yelps, nearly tripping over herself, but she regains her footing and is 
dragged along.  "Woe!  Forced to dance against my own will!"]
<Veronica> Oh come off it, girl.  You know you want to.
[Pause.  "Well, yeah."]
<Veronica> So?  Let's go!
["Fine!  I'll go!"  And go she does, getting on the dance floor and starting to 
dance.  It looks kind of like she's having a seizure, but Rica's probably used 
to that.]
* Veronica ignores Christy's dance and starts up her own dancing to the music.
[Good thing Veronica ignored Christy and did her own thing, because she's 
*awesome*.  She probably doesn't even realize as she gets lost in the music, 
people moving aside and watching as she goes.  Christy, for her part, is lost 
somewhere in that crowd.  She probably fell over herself while having her 
controlled seizure.]
<Veronica> (*snerks* Poor Christy.)
<Ardweden> (She rolled a one.)
* Veronica closes her eyes slightly and feels the music. Can you feel it?
[Veronica can FEEL IT.  The fact that it's loud enough to come up through her 
feet from the floor probably helps.]
* Veronica keeps moving to the music but slowly opens her eyes as she gets the 
feeling that something's wrong. She runs her fingers through her hair and 
glances at the people watching her, slowing down her dance as she stares.
[They clap as Veronica starts to stop.]
* Veronica smiles just a little bit but can't help but look a bit embarrassed. 
Especially if there's guys staring.
[One of the guys - looks like someone around Veronica's age, what with the 
orange bracelet and all - whistles.  And then he gets punched in the shoulder by 
the guy next to him.]
* Veronica blinks as she watches the guys fight, then remembers where she is and 
strains to see Christy.
[Veronica can't find her through the crowd.  At least, not from where she is.]
<Veronica> Oh God...
* Veronica takes off running through the crowd. "Christy. Yo Christy..."
<Veronica> (Avoiding the fighting guys of course)
[Veronica shoves her way through the crowd!  People are startled, but they get 
out of the way.  As she goes, the club seems to go empty, losing all people, and 
stretch before her.]
* Veronica starts yelling out. "Christy, Christy!" She scowls and mutters in a 
low breath. "Shit, don't tell me I lost you..."
[It stretches, on and on.  The doorway almost doesn't look like it's in sight 
anymore.  Veronica can't see Christy anywhere, though she can vaguely hear the 
crowd behind her.]
* Veronica thinks to herself that certain people should get a life as she looks 
frantically around for Christy.
[Veronica finds herself outside.  It's still night, but the air is extremely 
crisp and cool, almost stinging at her bare arms.]
* Veronica frowns as she looks outside. "I don't think that she's out here. When 
did I leave the club anyway?" She turns around to look for the door.
[Veronica turns, but she doesn't see the club.  She does see a chain link fence, 
and she sees... Christy, eyes wide and in fear, scrambling away from another 
teenager.  It's hard to make out his features in the poor lighting (well, and 
his back is turned), but she does hear him growl, and when he slaps Christy, she 
goes flying back and into the fence, eyes shut and letting out a scream of 
pain.]
* Veronica 's eyes narrow as she runs towards Christy. "Hey creep. Get the hell 
offa her!"
["Rica?" Christy asks dimly, just as the guy turns.  He might have looked human 
from the back, but now that Veronica can see his face, he... isn't.  His eyes 
are gold, his forehead's ridged, and his mouth - full of unusually sharp, long 
teeth, is twisted into a demonic snarl.  When he sees Veronica, it turns into a 
grin.]
* Veronica stops in her tracks. "What the hell is this?!?" She stops and 
assesses the situation, circling him slowly. She seems to be taking this all in 
and looks unsure for a moment before she glares. "Nice contacts, creep. Now let 
her go. I'm fed up to here with guys like you."
[He just laughs, and then he rushes her.]
* Veronica pulls her arms back into a defensive posture and hisses out. "Run, 
Christy. Run."
[The guy misses her, rushing by, and stumbles for balance.]
* Veronica twists herself out of the way to the left and comes around with her 
arm outstretched, the back of her balled fist aimed around neck height.
[The vamp's stumbling!  So he takes it, and he likes it, actually falling to the 
ground.  But then he's on his feet, and he's whirled and glaring at Rica.  
"Bitch," he snarls as he storms over to her and doesn't even bother with any 
fancy moves, just aiming to implant his fist into the side of her face.]
* Veronica puts her arm up at an angle, leg bent to keep her balance. Her arm 
interposes itself so that his wrist should connect with hers, stopping it. If he 
were human, of course.
* Veronica smirks at the 'Bitch comment' as she does. "I've got all day to 
exchange compliments with creeps like you."
[Veronica's move is successful!  His fist comes a little fast, but she barely 
gets it there in time... the odd part is, though, it *hurts*.  Whatever this guy 
had for breakfast, she might want to find some, because damn.]
* Veronica then stumbles back and shakes her arm. "Ow. Gawd." She winces and 
holds her arm. "What kind of monster are you?" She comes back running and lets 
loose with a high roundhouse.
[The guy laughs and doesn't even respond.  This time, he's ready for her, and he 
ducks, letting the kick sweep over him before coming up with an uppercut.  Watch 
out, Veronica!]
[Veronica plants her foot and leans back just the right amount, the uppercut 
whiffing nothing but air a couple inches in front of her face.]
<Veronica> (The air feels it!)
<Ardweden> (The poor air!)
<RDMgryphon> (See if it ever lets you breathe it again.)
* Veronica snaps back and grins, flashing her knee at his gut.
[He steps aside and in, making a grab for Veronica's arms to hold her still.]
[He succeeds, grabbing her by her arms!  His grip is *tight*.  And he grins 
right at her, all gold eyes and hot breath on her face.  "Your friend's kinda 
cute," he says, "but I've always liked you, too."]
* Veronica tries and tries to wrench her wrist free, glaring at the guy. "Always 
huh? Great, just what I need. *ANOTHER* insane stalker boyfriend." She hisses as 
she tries to yank her arms free.
* Veronica keeps struggling, turning her head just slightly to the side to see 
if Christy's okay, or better yet, had the sense to run like she told her to.
[She tries, and she fails!  The guy just *grins*, blood from earlier running 
from a scrape on his cheek as he tilts his head, nuzzling her neck.  "That a no?  
Fine."  And she feels a sharp pain in the back of her head, and everything 
starts swimming in dark.]
[Everything's black for a moment, and Veronica may be sure she's dead, but then 
she starts feeling pins and needles in her fingers and her feet, not to mention 
her brain.  As she opens her eyes, she finds just the girl she was looking for: 
Christy, who's yelling.  "Rica!  Rica, speak to me!  Don't go into the light, 
dammit!"]
[Christy happens to be kneeling and shaking Veronica.  And, um, the pain in the 
back of Veronica's head is still there.  Definitely there.  Ow.]
* Veronica looks bleary eyed and weakly around the area. She tries to make out 
where she is. Ow, ow ow.
[Veronica vaguely notes (you know, around Christy's curls and yelling) that 
she's back in the club, lying on the ground and being... shaken.  Yes.  
Definitely being shaken.  There's a small crowd around the pair.  At least, 
there seems to be, what with all the murmuring and pairs of shoes.]
* Veronica tries to pull at least her shoulders and head up to rub the back of 
her head where it hurts, groaning all the way. "What the hell hit...the club? 
What?"
["Ohmygod, you don't remember where you are.  Don't go to sleep!  You might not 
wake up!"]
* Veronica tries with whatever strength she has to push Christy off her. "Shut 
up, stupid. It's not...what the hell happened?"
* Veronica then focuses more on Christy. Does she have any injuries from the 
confrontation?
[Christy's pushed off.  She hrmphs.  "You fainted, stupid.  Right after that 
dance.  You just started running and then fell over."]
[Christy looks fine, if a little disgruntled and frayed.]
<Veronica> I was looking for...for you.
* Veronica then tries to pull herself up but grunts, slipping a little. "Wait a 
minute. Where the hell did *you* go? I was looking all over for you!"
["Me?  *You're* the one who went all dance fever."]
* Veronica groans and holds out her hand for help, the other still rubbing the 
back of her head. "Okay, okay." She looks around the club to see if she can spot 
anyone who looks anything close to the guy, even in disguise.
[Veronica's far too woozy to notice much of anything besides the spinning of her 
own head; in fact, she nearly gets a worse headache just looking.  A scruffy, 
blond man in his early thirties, who smells like cigarette smoke and is wearing 
a black button up shirt and jeans, crouches next to the pair.  He hands Veronica 
a cup of what looks and smells like fruit juice.  "I called the ambulance," he 
says.  "Just stay here until they get here."]
["You'll want to stay awake," he adds.  "Just in case of a concussion.  You took 
a nasty fall."  Christy sticks her tongue out at Veronica. "TOLD you so."]
<Veronica> A concussion...
* Veronica rubs the back of her head. "That's what it was?"
["Dude, you fell over!" Christy cries as she flails.  "Blacked out, man.  
Totally."  Pause.  "Drink the juice or I'm taking it."]
* Veronica then looks at the juice and takes it, sniffing it suspiciously before 
she downs it in a few gulps.
[It's punch.  Pretty standard stuff.]
<Veronica> (Some best friend YOU are)
<Ardweden> (<Christy> I am the sex.)
<Veronica> (<Veronica> I almost DIED just now! <Christy> I don't care.  JUICE! 
XD)
* Veronica wipes the back of her lips. "Thanks." She hands back the cup and 
looks at the scruffy guy. "Um...hi?"
[He grins, giving a small wave.  "Hi.  I just work here."  And then he looks up 
and away, as sirens can be heard.  "That should be them."  And he straightens, 
walking off.]
[Christy sits there and fidgets.  She looks over at Veronica, then looks away.]
* Veronica holds out her hand. "Hey, wait!" She then struggles to sit up. 
"Um...thanks. Really. You didn't have to."
[Veronica's voice is probably lost in the crowd.  Speaking of which, Christy has 
apparently decided she's tired of sitting, because she gets to her feet and 
points accusingly at the few people still sticking around now that Veronica's 
woken up, ugly orange bracelet and all.  "And what are *you* lookin' at, huh?"]
* Veronica shakes her head and struggles to get up. "Christina. Ease up, will 
ya? You're giving me a headache..."
[She looks down at Veronica.  "Well, you're welcome for sticking around, 
anyway."  The paramedics enter the club, rushing over to the girls.  The 
bartender from before tags along behind them, and they start checking Veronica 
over and taking her blood pressure.]
* Veronica just sighs and slumps putting her hand (the one not having its blood 
pressure taken) over her face. "Christy, that's not what I meant...I 
just..uh..." She looks over at the paramedics and cuts herself off. "Never mind. 
This whole thing's just got me a little freaked, 'kay? I'm sorry."
[She smiles a little.  "Okay.  Guess you're going to the hospital.  Is she going 
to the hospital?"  The one checking Veronica's blood pressure nods.  "Yeah," he 
says, "We just need to get her on a stretcher and out of here to check for 
anything more than a bump on the head."  He smiles down at Veronica.  "You'll be 
fine.  It's just a little scare."]
<Veronica> Yeah...a little scare...that's all...
["Heeeey," Christy says, "Can I come with?  Y'know, for moral support?"  The 
doctor eyes her, and she beams. "I'll be good!  I'll bring flowers!"]
* Veronica chuckles. "She's the best moral support. I'll second that."
[The other doctor's rolling in the stretcher now, preparing it for Veronica.  
"All right," the first one says after a bit.  "You can ride in the ambulance.  
But I need you to wait in the waiting room."  Christy nods.]
* Veronica settles back down and quiets, letting the paramedics do their thing
[They help Veronica onto the stretcher and jack it up and start rolling her off.  
Christina tags along by Veronica.  "This is the most excitement we've had all 
summer," she comments.  "Um, hey.  Want a sleepover tonight?  Your place, 'cause 
I think your parents are gonna flip.  I'll moral support you over nachos."]
* Veronica chuckles and holds out her hand for Christina's. "Nachos sound good. 
It's a deal."
[She smiles, taking Veronica's proffered hand and squeezing it.  "Deal."]
[And so, they pile into the ambulance and go for the doctor and flowers and 
panicking parents!]
[Intro Session End.]