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[Katomi Yasu]

Will not be shaken,
And jump into this,
And be persuasive, just carry on.
Make my mind up, to go though this,
Or be firm and sit in silence.

The music was beyond loud. With a few more people singing along, they may break the sound barrier. Katomi felt a flutter of feathers on her shoulder, Nim pecking at herself. Min was at her side, the dog splitting the way for her, people staring and getting the fuck out of the way. She looked a bit different than normal, temporary hair dye tainting the yellow green. It was in some random rat slash up-do thing. She like it, and it was good for raving.

'Cause I want to fight,
I want to fight,
I want to prove I'm right.
I want to fight,
I want to fight,
So turn and forfeit.

Her out fit was a black tube top, splattered with glow in the dark paint, and then neon green shorts. She thought about axing the shoes, but settled on knee high, black hooker boots. She looked almost unrecognizable, but just to be sure, she had gotten a hold of green goggles, and now she was no longer Katomi. She was new to this rave, but knew of what went down. Here, she was Kat. She would go as Kat, and meet people as Kat. She didn't have to be the princess here. She could fuck up, and sin.

Learn from this,
Prehistoric dance and
Refrain from talking,
Solves our problems.

She watched Min and Nim go and take a seat on a bench, and Min lifted a paw as if to say go have fun. She smiled, flashing a cute peace sign to her family, and merged into the mass of grinding teens. When you have an amazing DJ at hand, an alarming amount of teenagers, and an abandoned warehouse, these things were going to happen.

Medicated, could do some good,
Or find a way to relate,
Or just shut up.

[Alucard]

Loud music and the dark atmosphere suited Alucard. He wore his red over coat loosely fitted over his large shoulders. His Victorian vest was easily visible. He held a gold chain in his hand, in the locket was a clock. Time to enjoy himself. Teenagers enjoyed these parties. He had heard that this place was a good place to enjoy oneself. He cupped his gloved hand over his locket clock, putting in back in his vest pocket. So humans enjoyed having fun, and as try as he might he never really seemed to fit in at school. Or anywhere for that matter. When someone saw the red fedora they turned and walked away.

His reputation for starting fights, or for breaking people proceeded him. Come to think of it he was here merely because he felt if he were to fit in some social setting this would be the place. This abandoned warehouse was dark and dimly lit. It was also full of dancing and singing teenagers. His kind of place. He wasn’t dancing and heck no he wouldn’t be caught singing. He was here because he was enjoying himself for once. Trying to get a feel for being around other people. For the moment people seemed to ignore him. He pulled his coat tighter, buttoning it closed. He found a place to sit against a wall.

He pulled out a smoke, and struck a match lighting it. He inhaled the dangerous smoke before releasing a toxic cloud into the air. He spotted a blonde girl walking by, for some reason it reminded him of someone. He shouted at her. “Cop girl? Following me again are we?” No, no it couldn’t be but maybe it was her. Or worse. She could be…..no it wasn’t her. He stood and walked over to her grabbing her as he turned her around. “Sorry thought you were someone I knew.”