[Sodium_noir] Killing time at Club Harlequin

[Aaron Lee]

A young man enters the Club he stands 6'2" he has short black spikey hair it 
clashes with his fair skin, he is wearing a whit T-shirt, black slacks and a 
pair of black steel toed boots with black leather gloves, a black trench 
coat and a pair of shades that cover his eyes. A Swords hilt pokes out from 
his trench coat his shirts covered by a black combat vest. His movements are 
fairly graceful as he takes a seat at a table.

People seem to avert their eyes and avoid him as if avoiding a creature they 
didint understand. Most tried to pretend he didint exist and only those who 
knew about the real world would see the lack of a reflextion in mirrors and 
reflective serfaces. He orders a whisky and a waitress gets him it not 
bothering with ID as she scurries away as if freaked out by his very 
presance. The bouncers didint ask he leave his sword out hell they were just 
as irked by his sheer presance as most.


The table that might normal have people squeezing past it had a wide gap of 
empty space around it as if people wanted to avoid getting within 5 feet of 
the man. He quaffed his whisky quivkly as he sat listening to whatever 
entertainment they had going.

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