Post by NITALIA BLAKE on Jun 18, 2014 19:00:09 GMT
Nitalia ran her fingers through her hair. Having been bored with sitting around at her place, she'd decided to wander through the city, find some jazz of her own. Besides, it would keep her from having to ignore her mother's phone calls. Undoubtedly, her mother had sensed some horror that would bring her closer to her, for a few days. But, as it always is, she and her mother had never seen eye to eye, especially when it came to magic. It'd been years now since Allie had used her powers, as she felt that it was the sole cause of her losses.
She tugged at her jacket, as she felt a cold chill. She looked around, unaware of how long she'd been walking and contemplating the woes of magic. But, as of late, her telepathy had been off. At least, blocking it. She'd long-since mastered the ability to block telepathic waves, but for some reason, she had lost that skill. "Could it be lack of use?" She wondered aloud, while battling her way through the crowd on the streets. Her telepathy was one of the main reasons that she steered clear of others. It was neat at first, learning about people without having to meet them. It was a completely different thing, however, learning of the disgusting secrets and desires that they hold. She looked up to see that she was in front of a club labeled P3. She'd heard about the place, but never took the opportunity to venture inside it herself.
"No time like the present."
She stepped in line, behind a couple that had obviously been fighting. The woman, a platinum blonde with an olive complexion, had her body contorted just enough that her back was turned to him. The man, however, stared straight through her, a madness in his eyes. As they passed through the doors, the dark man looked at her, from at least a foot higher than her. "Identification?" He questioned, his face expressionless. "Oh! Of course, sir." She hadn't even considered the fact that she'd need ID. She tossed things aside within her purse, looking for it. Aha! There you are, you sniveling little bastard! Everyone in the line gasped, as if they were about to be executed. Her power must have reacted again. She quickly handed him her ID, and awaited his response. "You can pass." He said, wondering if it was really her ID or someone else's. "Don't worry, it's mine." There was only one way to describe the look on his face: horrified. She rushed on in, hoping that she wouldn't bumb into any more issues concerning her powers.
