Description

“One bullet is a lifetime supply”

Theme Song:
Young Guns||You Are Not
Kid Rock||Roll On
Song To Love Interest:
Fall Out Boy||Alone Together
Theory Of A Deadman||In Ruins

Full Name
Pandora Jane Chandler

Nicknames
Panda, Jannie, Pips

Age
17

Ethnicity
50% Canadian
30% Scottish
20% South African

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Occupation
A singer / guitarist at local bars - hoping to one day make it big. When not doing her late night gigs she works as a receptionist at an Asian nail salon

Role
Youngest Chandler Sister

Quirks
♧ Takes Long Showers ♧
Pandora apologizes in advanced if there is no hot water left after she is done bathing. The girl contemplates things in the shower, as well as sings a song or two. Again she is sorry.

♧Pacing♧
When nervous, under pressure, or angry - she begins pacing. She'll end up walking back and forth in the area she's in, and at times others find it rather annoying. Sometimes she doesn't even notice she's doing it.

♧Won't Wear Gold Jewelry♧
We all have those things that we just don't do for whatever reason. This is hers. All her jewelry is silver, bronze, or nickel. Never will she wear gold jewelry.

Likes
▲Her Guitar▲Singing▲Her Sister▲Being Helpful▲Making Others Smile▲Contributing▲Being An Equal▲Letters▲Writing Music▲Dogs▲Cats▲Decorating▲Surprising Others▲Meaningful Gifts▲Sincerity▲Buddha Figurines▲

Dislikes
▼Rude Folk▼Being Forgotten▼Being Viewed As Weak▼Herself▼The Color Yellow▼Avocados▼Assholes▼Abuse▼Feeling Lonely▼Having Others Do Things For Her▼Finding Out About Bad Things▼Cotton Candy▼

Addictions
☢Coffee☢
Pandora forgets when she started drinking coffee. Now she does everyday. On a normal day she has about 3 cups. On a hectic day - she'll have more. Trying to talk with her before she gets her morning coffee is like talking to a brick wall. Others beware.

☢Playing Guitar☢
Some could argue that playing guitar isn't much of an addiction. Others could say otherwise. Pandora spends at least 3 hours each day on her guitar, no questions asked. The wooden beauty keeps her sane, and helps to calm her in the worst of times.
Secrets
☠Self-Harm/Depression☠
Around her sister she keeps a smiling face on. Though she trust her sister with her life, and would do anything for her, she keeps this from her. It's rare to see Pandora not wearing long sleeves and jeans, and when she's forced to wear something other than long sleeves, enough concealer and foundation works to cover up the marks.

☠Terrible Self Esteem☠
One really couldn't guess by talking to her, or even knowing her that she has a terrible self esteem. To the world her smiling face and sarcastic comments keep their eyes away from the real her. Compared to her sister she's always felt...inadequate. Her sister is the beautiful amazing one, she wasn't left with much she feels.

Distinct Markings
Scars:
Pandora has struggled with self harm ever since she was 11. There are faint marks on her wrist and thighs. Apart from those there is a lovely faded scar on the back of her right thigh from when she was a child, and was hit with a screwdriver. Who knew it would leave that much of a mark?

Piercings:
Pandora has a nose ring and a few ear piercings.

Tattoos:
She has a few tattoos. One on her right shoulder blade, one on her left ankle, a jelly fish on her right arm, and a sort of geometric design on her left arm.

Personality

To those around her she's a happy go lucky person. Always smiling, always cheering others up. It's rare to see her without a smile, and when others are around her, it's rare to see them without one as well. She's always being a bit of a goof. Doing funny dances, making weird faces, doing strange things - she plays the quirky card. Her humor can be rather dark or light depending on the day, but she always remains sarcastic and clever with her thought out words. She's one to think before she speak, contrary to popular belief. When a person if feeling down, she always tries to find a way to pick them back up. Her personal motto is that she never wants anyone to feel like she does. Singing and playing guitar is her passion, and she hopes to one day sign a record deal so for once she'll be able to support herself and her sister. She's tired of being a burden on her older sister. There isn't a waking moment she doesn't feel bad about all the effort her sister put in to get custody of her.

Behind the happy, funny, and quirky girl she portrays herself as - is a much darker side. It's the side she wishes to forget. The side she hides from others. Underneath the mask you will find a sad, depressed, lonely girl that wants nothing more than to feel...something. Pandora has asked herself on many occasions why she is so unhappy, and she doesn't really know. There is just that constant feeling of sadness in the corner of her existence, always trying to make itself present.

When faced with difficulties Pandora is a stuffer. She'll just take it and put the problem in a bottle. It seems as of late however, her bottle is coming near the overflowing point - and when that happens nobody knows what will happen to Pandora.

Love is a tricky concept to the girl, because in all honesty she doesn't really know what it is. She loves her sister, but has trouble feeling loved. Moving around from home to home she's never really had any sort of relationship with anyone. The main reason she is scared of love, is because she's afraid that in the end she'll become like her father. Destructive.

History
No one ever gets a perfect past. For the girl Pandora, this much was at least true. Her past was far from perfect. There were no loving parents, only her older sister Dareean. Pandora remembers nothing of her Father's kindness. Her sister has told her on multiple accounts that before their Father started drinking he was an okay man. She couldn't recall. All she remembered was fighting, beating, and yelling. Her older sister always tried to take the blows for Pandora, but it seems in the end they got their equal share. Not even her sister could save the girl all the time.

The fosters home were really never much better than their situation before. It was all people looking for the extra money that came with fostering a child. The only thing that really kept Pandora sane was her sisters presence in these stranger homes. When she was 11 however, she began cutting herself to help ease the pain. She feels as if it's the only thing she can control in this world - so she does it in the hopes it'll make her feel better, which it never really does.

When here sister turned 18, that was when they were separated. Until her sister got custody of Pandora, those were the hardest years of her life. Often she looked as killing herself to be an option, but she couldn't do that without seeing her lovely sister. Pandora was beat terribly in the house that she ended up living in when her sister was gone. She would often go to bed bloody and bruised, her tears being her only lullaby.

Overjoyed wasn't the word Pandora used when her sister got custody of her. She used the word "Mega fucking titbuckets awesome". Pandora was happy to finally be alongside her sister, and convinced to try help pay for things she got a job straight away in the city. The girl is completely aware of her sisters hard work and sacrifice for her, and she respects her sister to no end. She only wishes that her sister would share the load, they are siblings after all.

So begins...

Pandora Chandler's Story

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#2014-08-12 05:44:53, as written by vampirediva

Dareean’s entire life she’d been nothing more to people then disposable. To her parents, to her foster families, and to men. It used to make her really insecure, until she realized that she could get far by using her body as a bargaining chip and as sick and twisted as it was, it was better than being homeless. Eventually she’d accepted it and numbed the emptiness with alcohol. She’d learned to control guys, with a simple bat of her long eye lashes. Her and Panda had always been able to turn heads with their looks, that seemed to be the only thing they were ever blessed with.

She’d spent her Friday night and the entirety of Saturday morning and afternoon accompanying Mr. Hearst who was easily three times her age. He’d become one of her regulars, she just hoped he wouldn’t request for her to stay with him Saturday evening as well, because she had plans to go out with her sister, to celebrate her seventeenth birthdays. Her birthday had been nearly two months ago and she’d had to break her plans with Panda several times now. However to her relief, Mr. Hearst let her go. She slipped on her tight skinny jeans and her cropped Guns and Roses T-shirt, that showed of a good amount of her tanned mid drift including her belly button ring.

Alan handed her a roll of money and a diamond necklace and she shot him a perfectly believable false smile. He was married and had a son her age, which made her feel extremely guilty, but the money was too good to pass up. She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek before slipping out of bedroom and making her way down the halls that she’d familiarized herself with. She started down the stairs before she felt someone grabbed her upper arm rough enough she knew I’d leave a bruise and she fought back a wince as she glanced already knowing who it was.

She held his dark eyes, her deep blue eyes remaining passive. Ezra Hearst scared the shit out of her but she’d never let him know that. She raised a brow as he looked over her disgusted and a wickedly taunting smirk crept across her lips as she ripped her arm away from his grip.

“Don’t be jealous that your daddy’s got more appeal then you Ezy.” She spat holding his eyes. She was well aware that Ezra hated her, he had every right to. She was his father mistress for Christ’s sake, but she refused to let him make her feel guilty.

“How’d you know, I’m sooo, damn jealous of my father for sleeping with a whore.” He spat back bitterly and she had to admit his words were worse than if he’d simply slapped her in the face.

She rolled her eyes and continued down the stairs and outside, sliding into the black SUV that was waiting to drop her off down the street from her house. She’d been Mr. Hearst’s call girl for a little over six months. Which was just enough time have a few run ins with his son and his nephew who seemed be more like a son to him then a nephew. On the way home she’d stopped and pawned off the diamond neckless Alan Hearst had given her and used the money to buy a her and Panda a dress to go clubbing in. Finally the car dropped her off a block away from her house. When she finally got to their crappy apartment complex she sighed pushing the door open and heading up the flight of stairs to the fourth level. Like always the couple next door were screaming and as she pushed the key into the lock their next door neighbor Alisha came barreling out of their apartment while Dylan screamed after her to come back. She sighed pushing the door open and slipping inside.

“Panda, I’m home.” She called out to her sister “Sorry about last night, I had to pull a double at the dinner.” She lied flawlessly, hell she should have been an actress, she’d become so good at lying and showing the proper emotion when it was needed. She hoped her sister was home. “You ready for our girls night?” she continued as she laid the dresses out on the couch and set her purse on the counter digging through it for her cigarette’s because she desperately needed one.

Ezra had spent his Friday night away from his father and his father’s prostitute. Sure Ezra liked the company of girls, but not ones he had to pay for or ones who were married. He was an ass hole, but he had enough respect for a girl not to pay for her. It was frustrating, because the damn girl was his age not to mention his mother and father were still very married. So he’d stayed gone all night, he’d gone to Bite, his father’s underground night club meant for only feeder and vampires. It was one of the hottest clubs in New. It was two stories of blood, extrinsic music, beautiful women, and drugs. He’d gone with his cousin to forget about his father’s fucked up habit.

He’d gotten there with the intent of drinking a few beers and going home with some drunk girl. Only he’d done a few lines of coke, bleed two girls completely dry killing them, and then drank until he passed out. The kind of lifestyle he lived was deadly for any human being, for him it was nothing, because just short of getting a wooden stake to the chest or being burned alive nothing could kill him. He woke up the next morning alone, to an empty club. Then when he’d gone home he’d ran into Dareean, his father’s lovely mistress. She had the audacity to smart off to him and it pissed him off. He’d been so tempted to follow her home more than once and kill her. Only there was something about the smell of her blood that was familiar to him, something about her that made it difficult to hurt her.

After she’d slipped his grip and left the house he’d knocked on his father’s door and pushed the door open. His father was on the phone, gesturing for him to sit on the bed so that he could talk to him. Ezra rolled his eyes and had to fight the urge to walk out, but like always he listened and sat down. Finally his father hung up the phone and turned his eyes on him and he knew he was in trouble, simply by the look in his father’s eyes.

“Those girls carelessly drained last night,” His father spat and Ez raised a brow. “They weren’t feeders, they were actually quite important Ezra.” He said irritated and Ezra scoffed. “This is the fourth time this week I’ve had to clean up your fucking mess son.” He hissed and Ezra just rolled his eyes. Ezra stood up heading towards the door, not wanting to listen to anything else. “Where the hell are you going.” His father called after him.

“Well, I’m done listening to you.” Ezra smirked. “Just do your job and clean up my mess dad, cause that’s what your good at.” He said before slipping out of the room. He had every intent to go back to the club again in a few hours when it opened and purposely cause more trouble for his father.

If there was one thing Ezra didn’t like it was being talked down to like he was kid. His father was always talking down to him and as of late, it seemed Ezra couldn’t do anything right. He headed to his room pulling out his cellphone and sending a quick text to Liam.

What the hell man? You just left me at the club? Meet me there at nine…unless you can’t handle it. he sent the message with a smirk before hopping into the shower to get ready for another night of partying.

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#2014-08-12 08:13:44, as written by The Toxic Cereus

Friday night her sister was gone. Nothing terribly irregular to Pandora. Often her sister seemed to work herself out, all to pay the rent on their miserable apartment. The place was a total shit hole. Honestly she hated it, but wherever her sister was - that was where she was going to be. Pandora owed far too much to her sister for providing for the both of them. Dareean was the solid rock in her life. Though Pandora tried hard to help with the bills by doing gigs at local bars, it just didn't contribute enough. One day she dreamed of becoming someone of some sort of importance, to mostly pay back Dareean for all her hard work.

College has been out of the question since birth. They had no money. There wasn't enough financial aid in the world to fix their money problems. Though at times Pandora wondered if there was some sort of government thing they could apply for. Anything t make their jagged life a little easier.

Friday night she did a gig at Rico's, a cute bar 5 blocks away from their apartment. She earned little money, but she earned something - which always made her a little happier. Pandora had always loved playing guitar and singing. She'd learned guitar through a school instrument introduction in 7th grade, and as soon as she could she got one of her own from a pawn shop for cheap. The wooden guitar made a good friend to the girl, and she played it often - soon becoming rather good at it. Of course to Pandora she only found herself to be mediocre at everything.

Though the girls always got looks from passer bys, Dareean was always the gorgeous one. She was the smart, resourceful, selfless sister every girl wishes she could have. Pandora was just the burden tag along it felt like.

At the end of the Friday night after the gig, Pandora realized her sister wasn't home, and persuaded her secret ritual. Carving her feelings into her flesh, the only true thing she could control in her fucked up life. Dareean hadn't found out in all their years together, and Pandora never intended her to. At night, her tears always became her own personal lullabies it seemed.

Saturday came quickly it seemed. Dareean didn't arrive until the late afternoon. She heard the sound of a door unlocking and hesitantly left her bedroom. Pandora honestly wouldn't be surprised if they were to get robbed one of these days. Though the robbers would quickly find they have nothing and leave. Perks of being broke as fuck. The captive breath she held was released when she heard her sister's comforting voice call out throughout the house, announcing her presence.
“Sorry about last night, I had to pull a double at the dinner.” her sister explained. Pandora jumped out into the living room and saw as she put long bags on the couch.
"Dude they better be paying you hella well if they're doing this. I feel as if I need to go down there and smack some manager ass up" she grinned. Her emotions of the night before perfectly masked by the smile she wore, the marks covered by her long black and white sweater.
"They literally need to fuck off" Pandora added before waltzing over to the couch to see the dress that was laid there.
"Tell me this was on sale, and you didn't pay the full price" she said, blinking at the beautiful dress her sister provided for her. Thankfully it had long sleeves.
“You ready for our girls night?” her sister asked, scavenging through her purse for something - Pandora guessed her cigarettes. Pandora wasn't a fan of smoking. It just smelled bad and well...it wasn't her thing. Though she had tried weed a few times, but then she figured that it wasn't worth the extra money.
Putting the dress back down she ran over to her sister and hugged her from behind. "I thought you forgot about our girls night, I love you, you know that?" she said with sincerity as she squeezed the living daylights out of her sister.
"Time to make ourselves look like total sluts" she exclaimed, pointing to the bathroom in which the makeup supplies were stored.

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Liam honestly had no recollection of the night prior. All he remembers is being alongside his favorite cousin, partying his sweet ass off. The only difference between the cousins was that Liam didn't drink women dry. He never wanted that sort of blood on his hands. He filled himself off of drunk blondes that wouldn't remember anything in the morning, much like himself. He didn't even need to compel them to his pleasure. Compelling was just a burden at times, and left the compeller with a major or minor headache, depending on the intellectual level of the person compelled.

He woke up late Saturday to his displeasure, by the movement of another person in his bed.
"What the hell" he was able to mumble, sleep still clinging onto him. Liam opened his eyes to the dim light of his lamp. There was a strange looking black haired woman in his bed. The girl seemed to be as confused as he was.
"Uhm...hey" the girl said, looking around the floor for her discarded clothing. Briefly he checked her out before closing his eyes again.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked, his tone gruff and tired. The girl seemed to be scared by the voice and quickened her pace. Awkwardly she left the room with a mess of hair and clothes backwards. He was glad she was gone. It seemed it was true, that after getting drunk - one couldn't tell an attractive woman from a not so pretty one.

It wasn't until after he took a cold shower and got dressed that he heard from his cousin. He didn't remember what happened to him honestly.
What the hell man? You just left me at the club? Meet me there at nine…unless you can’t handle it. Ezra had messaged him. He could picture the challenging smirk of his cousin in his mind. If he thought Liam was already done on the party wagon - he was dead wrong.
"Fuck no, I'll be there. I'm pretty sure you're the one that won't be able to handle it" he replied back before stumbling over to his fridge to make something quick before he was off to another night of getting wasted.

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#2014-08-13 03:43:36, as written by vampirediva

When Darry finally found her cigerette’s she didn’t get a chance to light one before her sister’s arms were wrapped around her, hugging her tightly and she laughed rolling her eyes. "I thought you forgot about our girls night, I love you, you know that?" she said squeezing her harder and Dareean hugged her back. "Time to make ourselves look like total sluts" she exclaimed pointing towards the bathroom.

Dareean finally lit her cigarette once her sister had leg her goo, taking a drag off of it and immediately reliving her of that familiar itch for her addiction to nicotine. She took a drag off her cigarette blowing a cloud of smoke out in front of her.

“To answer your question, I did pay full price. It’s your birthday babe. I can afford to splurge a little.” She smiled at her little sister who was always beaming and she knew better. She wasn’t exactly what her sister did to keep herself sane but she knew full well they were too much alike and under her smile she was miserable. But, Dare never pressured her to tell her simply because she hated being pressured into talking. “Of course I remembered, your my baby sister, I’d never forget. It’s just getting a free day.” She sighed. “Why don’t you go get slutted up so we can get going.” She smirked taking another drag off her cigarette.

She headed to her room closing the door behind her as she slipped out of her clothes. She finally let the smile slip from her lisp she was utterly exhausted. Having sex with guy you weren’t attracted to was utterly tiring, all she wanted to do was get drunk and dance with her sister an forget for one night how fucked up her life really was. She took a hot shower, carefully to keep her long hip length hair dry, because it would probably take a good hour to dry.

Finally she stepped out of the shower and slipped into the dress she’d bought that was extremely reveling in all the right places and hugged her slim, toned body perfectly. She re-curled her long hair, in loose curls, before lining her deep blue eyes in thick wing tipped liner, making her eyes pop, painting her lips a deep shade of red, finally she slipped into her black heels. She looked herself over in the mirror hating that she looked like exactly what she was a high class hooker.

She sighed as she made her way back into the living room lighting another cigarette as she leaned against the counter. “Pandy, babe…let’s get a move on. Bite’s going to be swarming with people. I few want in we got to go now.” She called to her sister.

Ezra took his time in the shower, washing the dried blood and smell of cheap perfume from his skin. He took the time in the shower to think and his thoughts were everywhere. Mostly he wished his father would step down and finally let him take control and Ez was honestly tempted to just kill him. He was so fucking frustrated talking to him like he was a kid. Hell he was older than most the other vampires in their coven. Everything about his father was frustrating especially Monroe, his expensive slut. The thought of her only brought him to the scent that always lingered on her, he knew it he just could place it and it drove him nuts.

Finally he shut the water off and stepped out of the shower drying off. He wrapped the towel around his waist before walking over to the mirror. He ran a hand across the mirror, making a clear spot in the fogged up mirror before jumping when he saw a girl behind him.

“Shit Elsa, what the hell are you doing here?” he spat. Elsa was part of their Coven, she was a newer vampire, who had taken a liking to Ezra not that he minded, but she was always showing up at the worst times.

“Thought you’d want a date for tonight?” she smirked walking up behind him, pressing her lips to his skin and moving them along his skin. “At least that’s what your mommy dearest said.” She smirked against his skin.

He simply ignored her advances. “My mom wants you to babysit me?” he scoffed. “No thanks Els, now get the fuck out of my room before I break your neck.” He spat not so much frustrated with her, but more with his parents. She knew better then to out stay her welcome and slipped out of the room quickly.

He slipped into his clothes he was always dressing nice when he went out. He finally checked his phone smirking when he saw the text from his cousin, but he didn’t bother to text back. He grabbed his keys and made his way out to his Benz, climbing in and peeling out of the drive way headed towards the club.

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#2014-08-13 04:34:12, as written by The Toxic Cereus

Her sister always made Dareean feel better. Though she wasn't exactly happy that she had payed full price for the dress - she understood that there was no point in arguing. The smell of smoke radiated heavily from her sister, but Pandora didn't really mind. Her sister needed something to keep her sane throughout this mess. If smoking was the cost, it was the cost. Pandora was honestly touched her sister didn't forget these sorts of things in their hectic lives. She mentally noted that when Dareean's birthday came around, she would need to do something awesome. Maybe buy some male strippers. Yeah, that seemed up her sisters alley.

“Why don’t you go get slutted up so we can get going.” her sister smirked. Pandora quickly nodded before grabbing the dress and running back into her room, closing the wooden door. It always had trouble closing completely - so it was an actual effort to get the damn thing to shut.

Pandora carefully hung the dress up on the doorknob and took off her clothes of the day. Looking down and seeing faded marks lining all the way up her arm was never a happy thing. She wanted to stop, she really did. But no matter what, her hands always sought the knife in the end. Further down her pale body were lines on her thighs as well. It was a good thing that Pandora never went swimming, because in water there wasn't any way she could conceal the lines.

Taking the black dress off the hanger she took a moment to look at it. Pandora was glad that Dareean remembered that she likes to dress somewhat modestly. The long see-through sleeves were dark enough to hide the lines on her arm, and the dress overall was slightly past her thighs. This made Pandora sigh in relief. Slipping it on over her thin body she looked in the dirty full body mirror. It was tight as it was meant to be, and made her body look...okay. Okay was a word Pandora would use to describe herself. She was never really happy with the person she saw staring back at her.

She straightened her naturally wavy hair so it had an edgy look to it that she always seemed to like. Taking her makeup bag from the bathroom once her older sister was done, she did a black smoky eye and applied a nude lipstick. Pandora wasn't a real fan of reds, though she had been told by her sister once that she should be. Going through a small jewelry box she had, she put on circular silver earrings and found silver pumps in her extremely small closet.
“Pandy, babe…let’s get a move on. Bite’s going to be swarming with people. If we want in we got to go now.” she heard her sister call from the living room. She pushed open her stupid door, hopping on one foot while putting on her pumps.

Looking over her sister, she looked beautiful as she always did. Pandora liked seeing her sister without makeup however, smiling, and talking with her. Rarely they got the chance to do anything together it seemed.
"You look hot. Find a rich guy and steal his wallet" she grinned before walking over to the door. Looking over her sisters dress she raised a brow.
"Dude your boobs defy gravity. They float I swear to god. Or that dress is hugging you so tightly it appears that way" she joked before opening the door, smelling the nasty scent of their hallway. Time was wasting like her sister said, and they only had tonight to party.

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His car was his baby. The 67 Impala had been passed down to him from his Father - and he vowed to take good care of it. Though he and his Father didn't have the best relationship, he didn't take his anger out on the beautiful car. He was a lover of the classics, always enjoying going to car shows when they came to the state. His hunger was sated by eating four hot pockets. He always got shit from people for eating them, but he cared less. He kept in good shape, and being immortal he had no worry of getting heart problems. There were perks to being a creature of the night at times. Though the cons seemed to always outweigh them in the end.

He drove down to the club early, parking his car in VIP parking as he always did. He didn't trust normal parking lots with his baby. Too many dumb asses didn't know how to park - and if he saw one ding on his car he would go ape shit. New York lit up brighter than the sun at night. The neon lights of clubs and restaurants were everywhere. One couldn't see the stars in this city. The closest thing you would fine would be a helicopter.

Liam skipped the people in line, walking right past the bouncer. Everyone knew who he was anyway. He was the life of the party. He was the one who was able to do 9 shots and still stand straight. Of course his cousin wasn't that impressed, but everyone else was.

Walking through the doors the loud upbeat music and neon lights were the first things he saw. The smoke emitted from the dance floor filled the blue club, making a hazy appearance. There was always a lounge area reserved for Liam and Ezra when they came. Modern furniture lined the few sitting areas, and slutty girls were already dancing their asses off on tables.

It was going to be a good night.

Liam strolled over to the large bar on the left side of the club and sat down onto one of the few open stools. The place was already packed and sweaty. It smelled of boos, sex, and smoke. The perfect trio.
"I'll get the normal" he said to the bartender that knew him all too well. It may take a few drinks for Liam to get going, but man when he started partying - there was no coming down. Now he was just to wait for Ezra.

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#2014-08-13 06:18:30, as written by vampirediva

She raised a brow when she saw her sister hopping out of the room trying to put on her last heel. She loved her little sister to death, she had a sense of innocence about her that Darry had lost a long time ago. She knew her sister was far from innocent, they both were, due to their upbringing. Despite that though her sister still managed to have a glow about her.

"You look hot. Find a rich guy and steal his wallet" Pandora grinned and Dareean rolled her eyes, because she already did that for a living. "Dude your boobs defy gravity. They float I swear to god. Or that dress is hugging you so tightly it appears that way" Dare couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thanks doll, but you look pretty smoking hot yourself. I think I’ve got competition tonight.” She said grabbing her purse. “You are practically my twin.” She shrugged as they slipped out of their apartment Dareean locked the door behind them. It was true, people had mistaken them as twins before.

Eventually the girls caught a cab and took into the heart of New York, the Taxi dropped them right outside the club, that already had a massive line. Dareean didn’t wait in lines and she knew it’d be difficult to try and get in with nothing but her looks, but she owed it to her sister. She’d canceled on her so many times and all she wanted was for her sister to have a hell of a time. She linked arms with her sister.

“Follow my lead.” She winked as she walked with flawless confidence to the front of the line. She dropped her arm from her sister then and lend up close whispering something to the bouncer. She could her people behind her in line irritated with her attempt to get into the infamous club. Not long after she pulled away pecking the bouncer on the cheek leaving a ruby red lip stick stain before linking her arm with her sister again and leading her past the iron door and down the stairs to the club.

They stepped past the black curtain and onto the level that over looked that dance floor. The place was definitely more intense than any club Dareean had ever been to and she’d been to a lot. Everything about the place gave off a dark, dangerous vibe. Which was exactly the type of places Dare liked to hang out. The music was absolutely intoxicating, it was like you could feel every single beat in the music. It made you want to feel alive.

“You want to drink first or dance?” she yelled over the music leaning in close to her sister.

Ezra had a habit of making a scene where ever he went not because he wanted to, but because his ego pretty much called for all eyes on him, not to mention he was one of NYs most sought after bachelors only rivaled by his cousin. Girls practically groveled at his feet for him to take them home. His music was blaring in his car as he pulled into the parking spot next to the familiar Impala that no doubt belonged to Liam. He made his way to the front of the club and he was met by two other Blood Mafia members, that doubled as his and Liam’s body guards. They weren’t untouchable and it wasn’t uncommon for other Covens to put a price on his and Liam’s head.

They followed closely behind him, to everyone else they just looked like Ezra’s loyal lap dogs. Ezra shot a glance in the direction of a few of the girls in line, flashing them his pearly white fanged smile, before disappearing into the club. They took the stairs two flights down, while his men briefed him on any possible threats. Although he didn’t look like it, Ezra was actually a far better businessman than his seasoned father. The difference between Ezra and his father was if Ezra didn’t know you he didn’t give a shit about you, his father however still felt somewhat attached to his human feelings and Ezra had none left.

The bass of the trace music vibrated the ground underneath of him as he finally stepped out into the crowded club, in dark corners other vampires were already feeding, using the feeders to their advantage. Drug deals were being done, the air was a hazy mix of cigarette smoke and fog from the fog machine, on the dance floor girls were making out and grinding all over other guys and each other. It was sick that Ezra felt more at home at the club then he did at his own home. The blood in the air only made him crave a taste but that was nothing new, he was used to his addictions, he knew how to control them for the most part.

He smirked when he spotted his cousin at the bar and he made his way over to him placing a hand on his shoulder. “Cute outfit fagot.” He laughed, giving a two finger wave to the bartender in the direction of their private VIP area, letting him know he’d be expecting his drink there. “Why are sitting here?” he raised a brow. “Tired of being a part of the rich and famous.” He smirked as he turned and headed in the direction of their private area, not bothering to wait for Liam.

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#2014-08-13 08:51:31, as written by The Toxic Cereus

They took a taxi down to the club. The Somalian driver talked on the phone the entire time. Though she wasn't one to really believe in stereotypes, but she had never met anything but Somalian taxi drivers. In the taxi she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror to ensure it hadn't already smeared. Her makeup was still on par to her relief.

They got closer to what she saw was the entrance. Beautiful people were lined up outside the door waiting in line patiently. How the hell were they ever going to get in? She had faith in her sister however, she always pulled them out of tough spots. Ever since they were little Dareean had been watching out for the both of them. She had the utmost trust in her sister. Together she knew they could always pull through anything.

Getting out of the taxi, it dropped them right outside the club. Her sister linked arms with her as they walked past the long line of people to the front. Many people yelling and cursing at the two girls. The pseudo confidence her sister portrayed was terribly convincing. Pandora tried to hold her head up high when heading out, but she knew by the end of the night she would be a wreck of some sort.

“Follow my lead.”

She saw her sisters seductive ways kick in, and she let her do her work. Her sisters looks had always helped them get by. She had a thing about knowing the right thing to say, and when to say it. Though Pandora was happy that when they were alone she became her normal self. Pandora cherished the days in which her sister and her were able to talk for hours on end and laugh about the stupidest things. A genuine smile from either of them was a rare thing during this time in their lives. Though the storm had seemed to pass, they were picking up the pieces of themselves that were scattered because of their past. Neither of them would have really guessed that would be the hardest part.

They got in after her sister put a kiss on the bouncer's cheek.
"Did you tell him you would suck his dick? Like how the hell..." she whispered to her sister as they linked arms once more. She could tell that more than a few eyes were following the girls as they entered the infamous club. Pushing the black curtain out of her way she saw the neon lights and heard the blasting music right away. She was thankful he sister knew what she was doing. Pandora was never really a clubber. Being under aged sort of hindered the activity just a bit. If this what all clubs were like, they were a little bit scary. Pumping music and shifty people were all around.
“You want to drink first or dance?” her sister yelled over the music. Pandora thought for a moment.
"I can't dance without a drink, especially in these heels. You know how fucking hard it is to walk, let alone move in a sexy manner?" she grinned, finally taking lead and dragging her sister to the first bar in sight.

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Liam had already begun smiling and winking at a few of the girls that have passed by the bar. It wasn't until his cousin was there that he felt a bit pumped. He couldn't party without his favorite cousin now, could he?
“Cute outfit fagot.” he heard a familiar voice mock him. Turning around he saw his cousin starting off his night by gesturing the bartender for drinks.

The pumping music felt like his heart in a strange fashion. Though his heart stopped beating, and he ran cold, the bass in the music pumped like his heart maybe would have. His eyes scanned the dancing crowd, and for a moment he thought he saw a strangely familiar face within the mob. He averted his gaze back to his dark haired cousin.
"I'm the fag? You're dressed like an emo queer" he grinned back, taking a sip of his regular drink. It was something whisky like. Liam wasn't completely sure on what the damn thing was, only that it was good. And that was good enough for him.

“Why are sitting here?” Ezra raised one of his brows at Liam “Tired of being a part of the rich and famous.” Liam laughed at the words. Honestly he didn't know why he was hanging here. Though it was somewhat true. He was tired of being rich and famous. He didn't like the gltiz and glam of the reputation his last name brought. Though there were benefits of the high life, he didn't enjoy being feared for being connected to the mafia.

Taking his drink he walked back to their private area, plopping himself down onto the couch when he arrived there. He was beginning to feel the party in him, but it wasn't there yet. He felt he needed a bit of a...push.

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