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Reddest Wine Chapter 1 (being rewriten, still in progress) |
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Reddest Wine
New York City. The city that never sleeps. The city where the most present danger was being pick pocketed by a stranger. But what most people don’t know about the city is that there is hatred older than the oldest buildings of the city, and that hatred is about to snap and break all hell upon the unsuspected humans of New York City.
Chapter 1
It was night, the lights of New York City dancing in the air over the heads of people walking, talking and laughing. The sounds of traffic were all around, cab drivers yelling and shouting at each other over things they would forget about the next morning.
A girl was walking along the sidewalk the heels of her black boots making a low click as she walked quickly. She stopped to stand at a crosswalk wait for the light to change, people gathering around her waiting for it to change as well. She was tall, her figure lean unlike a runway model. Her face had soft features, her skin clear and really fair. Her wide eyes were the startling color of dark blue, almost royal blue. Her face was surrounded by layers of straight hair color of bright copper, cut sharp and short so that bangs covered one of the startling blue eyes. The young lady was wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket. Underneath she sported dark purple thin strapped tank top. Dark asphalt jeans were cleanly tucked into high black heeled boots. Dangling on her thin wrist was a dark blue gemmed bracelet with silver trims and right under her collar bone laid a black sapphire with a silver trim of a Victorian heart, the silver chain stringing itself around her neck. Her eyes were darkened by a light touch of black eye shadow and mascara. The light changed and the mass of people began to walk across the street quickly. The girl kept walking a while down the sidewalk, turning down an ally. There was a little staircase going down to a basement of a large and popular record store.
Neon lights declared the spot to be a dance club and bar, the girl knocked on the door and a man opened it, looking rough like every other security guard for the numerous clubs in New York City. The beautiful girl flashed a card at the guard from the pocket of her jacket. The guard looked at it and stepped aside for the young lady. Just before the girl could take a step a woman’s voice called from the ally above “Jacxie!” the sound of heels running toward the steps followed the voice and another girl appeared at the top of the steps breathing slightly hard. “Taylor?” Said the girl named Jacxie. Taylor walked down the steps her electric purple heels clicking all the way. Taylor was wearing a short, slightly tight strapless dress with a long white trench coat over it. She had the same figure as Jacxie but with slightly more curves. Her face was sharp, her skin a light tan and clear, eyes a soft brown. Long dark brown loose curls framed her pretty face. Taylor hugged Jacxie tightly. “I saw you turn down here, thought I join you.” Taylor smiled as well as Jacxie. “Glad you could make it.” Jacxie looked at the other girl’s outfit. “Did you just get done at the office?” Jacxie asked as they walked into the bar music pulsing in the room down another flight of stairs.
The planning of the underground structure contained two large rooms, one smaller room, and space for large bathrooms. One large room was to the left of the entrance that was the large restaurant slash bar. And down stairs was the club’s dance floor.
The two girls headed to the restaurant and got a table near the door feeling the pulse of the music under their feet. “Yea, I’m assigned to write an article on the vampire image in New York’s subculture.” “I have no idea what that is.” Taylor sighed and took a sip of her water, leaning back against the cushion of her chair. Jacxie raised an eyebrow smiling. “The image is of danger, allure, lust and immortal beauty.” “Ask anyone.” Jacxie said leaning forward sipping her soda, Taylor smiled, both girls laughed.
The room was dim, lights pulsing with the deafening music. The air smoldering from the men and women dancing on both levels of the room.
wahmbulance I'm looking for ideas for chapter title names, if you have any for me please either send me a pm or comment them on this entry. wahmbulance
 -Jacxie-NYC- · Tue Feb 09, 2010 @ 05:51am · 1 Comments |
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