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~The Crossroads - Entrance~


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River Song

As you enter the main club, after being checked for weapons, you’re sucked into a barrage of earthy smells and visuals. It is the representation of earth, stuck in between Heaven and Hell, or in this case, Valhalla and The Devil’s Edge. The floors are a deep mahogany to contrast nicely with the golden mahogany of the furniture and structures in the club. If it was able to be made of wood, it was.

A large area was available as the dance floor and tucked at the back was the bar. Only a few stools lined the bar and if you sat at the bar for too long after getting your order, you would be shooed onto the dance floor or to take up a seat at one of the tables or booths. Chairs and booths were upholstered in dark forest green leathers, their tables and frames made from rosewood. Stained glass windows spotted the walls to add color to the club during the day.

Off to the right, you can see the entrance of The Devil’s Edge and off to the left is the entrance of Valhalla. Each room tempting in their own way, however they are for VIP access only and for special occasions. Those sensitive enough can feel great powers at work to make this place what it is. To add to the atmosphere, a low, mystical fog settles on the floor.

A plaque on the wall behind the bar adorns the words “The Black Rose 2006~2013” because it had been such an important piece of Realm History. Along with the plaque, there was a section that would list the names of those who are still talked about today.

There are bouncers, one of each race, strategically placed around the club to catch any and all activity in the club, plus skilled bartenders and waiters/waitresses to help keep the flow of drinks going or to cut you off if they think you’ve had too much.

The Crossroads is a place for all races to kick back, get to know new people, and most importantly, have fun.
January 05, 2014 02:56 am

The Orange She Wolf

She was in her Orange wolf form going to and fro, searching for friends, family, allies, pack, mate and anything....

She noticed a crossroads so she takes a walk around the crossroads smelling like oranges, searching and pacing around the crossroads...

A large howl smelling like oranges sounded off...
April 25, 2018 07:00 pm

Arlen Locke

I came here searching for answers, on the advice of another. I look across the room trying to find a friendly face, or maybe friendly doesn't matter so much anymore, all I need right now is desperately for somebody to give me answers and tell me what in all the hells is happening to me.

July 14, 2018 05:30 am

Aziz al Saqr

Aziz sits alone at a table, dressed in the attire of his  home City, as a non alcohol drinker, he is nursing either a coffee or espresso, if available.


July 14, 2018 02:31 pm

No Fear Cavalier

Johnny appears in the room almost unnoticed at first, a pale shadow emerging from the gloom.  Not because of any attempt at stealth.  Rather because his presence there is casually unexpected.  Like the forgotten glass or article of clothing idly put down in the wrong spot on a Saturday and unnoticed until Tuesday afternoon.  Johnny is simply overlooked.  He is a man always out of place.

His ice blue-eyes scan the club.  He makes no attempt to engage.  Smiles are unreturned, menacing gazes are cooly passed over.   It is clear he has made some attempt to clean himself up, but his old white tee is splotched by grease in places, and his jeans are as worn as his countenance.  He has the ragged but not unhandsome face of an angel battered by too many storms, and he the tense demeanour of an abused cat who is always waiting for the next blow to fall. 

Spying Aziz he heads directly to him and slides into the booth opposite.  Johnny sparks a cigarette with a flick of his lighter.  Leaning back, his arms splayed, he takes a deep drag and puffs out a billow of smoke, poorly feigning relaxation.  “Hell of a place you picked to meet up.”  Johnny says, cigarette dangling from his lips, its bright-orange ember bobbing up and down in the gloom,  “There’s more spooks in here than people.”

Even as he speaks to Aziz, Johnny’s cool eyes follow things unseen by most.  An endless cloud of spirits that flits unseen through the world of the living.  Johnny Coyote isn’t alive or dead.  He is both and neither, and as such he sees the two worlds simultaneously.  The heavy jeweled cross around his neck forever suspends him at the threshold of the grave.  It is an ancient, powerful thing, coveted by the forces of Darkness who may only claim it if it is freely surrendered by the one who bears it, and only the cavaliers may bear it.  Their ranks have been culled through the centuries.  One by one they fell. The Darkness devoured them.  For a long age the cross lay hidden and forgotten. Then one bright moonlit night in 1957 it chose a new bearer. 

Johnny is the last cavalier.  And he has been dying for more than half a century.

Most sense that he is out of place and avoid him, both living and dead.  Aziz is one of the few people that have pierced his isolation.  “What did you want to see me about?  And while we’re at it, why HERE?    Johnny’s hard gaze scans the room.  He sounds irritated.  Then again, he rarely speaks and when he does he almost always sounds agitated in some way.  “You don’t drink.”

July 17, 2018 10:11 am

Iodine Violet

The door swings open and Iodine stumbles through, laughing wildly, rolled parachute in hand. Her hair is in a disarray, the over-sized tee she wears is rumpled and her jeans, they're torn and grease smeared.. and bloody. She even has the black latex gloves she wears when tattooing on. Sometimes the urge to jump just takes over!

Good thing she finished the guy's tattoo before that urge hit.

Parachute tucked under an arm, she's loosening straps on her harness as she makes her way to the bar.. and is stopped. The bouncer at the door, none too impressed with her ignorance, yanks Iodine backwards by said harness and makes quick work of frisking her. It's a first really, but he allows her to pass when he finds she has no weapons. All the small woman wants is a drink, some time to chill and maybe conversation! It's a place she's never been to! "What? No dinner first?"

He doesn't even crack a smile. Tough crowd.
She continues onward, towards the bar.

"You got a nice, buttery chard?" Dark eyes make contact with the bartender's face who.. in all fairness.. looks super unimpressed. A wide smile and another laugh, she places the parachute on the seat next to her and slips from the harness. "Kidding. Make it a vodka on the rocks, whatever you have in the well is good, and a Rolling Rock."

A more receptive look crosses the man's face and he moves to gather her order while Iodine stuffs her parachute into the pack. As soon as she's done, the barkeep returns with her drinks. Convenient right?

"Can I start a tab?" She's digging in her pocket for a credit card when his brow raises. Okay.. maybe she'll pay cash. A twenty is tossed on the bar and she takes a seat. "Thanks."
July 25, 2018 02:50 pm


-A darkly cloaked figure slips thru the door and finds a seat in a dark corner watching the crowd and quietly waiting for a server as she dries her hair- November 03, 2018 04:41 pm
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