[Sodium_noir] Thursday's child is full of tears

[concrete chaos]

The Furies
-on stage-

> Now the guitar wails on top of the bass and drums, and the song ends
> with a racey solo, Arkana letting the last note ring as long as she
> can let it ring.

Arkana and the band bathe in the spotlight, literally, and welcome the
applaud's of the crowd. Stepping backwards, and adjusting a few
strings on her guitar, Arkana sets it down and moves closer to Ace, no
doubt discussing the last number for tonight. "Ok, ready?," she pauses
only slightly, if he wasn't ready it was too late to respond now,
"we're doing the prick song, right..." like the predator she is
inside, her eyes flicker to the side of the stage, and Arkana focuses
on who is dodging the security.

> Then with a cat's grace, he catapults himself onto the side of the stage. At
> once several of the security rush over to push him off, but stop once they
> see his badge as he pulls it out.

Arkana starts to get up, but she does not rise to her height fully,
seeing that Wire has the situation under control, she keeps herself
more or less crouched and approaches Wire, with some suspicion.

> He steps to the side, behind the curtain, to watch the end of the show and
> await for Arkana to come offstage. When Arkana steps by, he falls into step
> with her. "Got 3 party crashers. Some rich girl trying to be bad, an Arab,
> and white guy with a hand print across his face. Ring any bells?"

Her eyes, seem to open wider although it's hard to tell with the
lighting, a kind of sinking feeling starts to creep down her gut, her
mind sees him, flashing that horrible scar. Was it fresh, her mind
shows her the image from the other night, clearer now, blood like
rust, curdling on his face. She closes her eyes, and opens them, "Yea
I've seen tha hand print guy, looked kinda roughed up, and fucked up.
Ok guess we have an after party after all, " But the look on her face
is serious, not a side seen often in Arkana, she turns promptly and
heads back to the band. A little shaken, and at the same time
intruiged by all the thoughts that seem to pour into her head now, she
tries to calm herself and talks to Ace.

She decides not to tell them, what is only a hunch so far, just not a
pleasant one.  She could speak to Hannibaal about this, anyway.

Clutching the microphone she announces the end, "and thanks, you've been great."

Paz ferociously pounds on the bass, keeping a constant feeling of
moving forward with grit, and determination, Ace's drums, like bullets
annhiliating all that is around.
While they play out the intro, Arkana straps on her guitar, moves up
to the mic again, and starts to sway along with the music, then as she
is aboput to sing she jerks the mic stand to her side and leans into
it, her voice powerful, and slightly throaty.

"I am a, demon in disguise",

Arkana lets the last word hang as she strikes heavily on a power
chord, then mutes the strings with her fretting hand, as she grabs the
mic and sings the next line, repeating the same power chord.

"I'll steal, the light from your eyes",

Ace adds a few rapid hits to the crash, sounding like shattering
glass, and Paz follows with a fat slap over the constant rumbling of
the bass. All three of them giving their utmost, trashing their bodies
along with the last number, making it count, in hopes that their
performance will resonate well after they've left the stage.

"Your fear in, my bossom I'll clutch",

"Telling lies, with my steel cold touch".

Moving slightly away from the mic stand, Arkana reasons furiously with
her guitar, as the song pics up speed, and with a heavy drum roll the
time goes into a 2/4 hardcore punk beat.

"Unceasing, turn inside yourself
 Place your, dreams back on the shelf
 Stumbling to, follow in my wake
 Here your, whole life is at stake".

Muting the first three strings, feedback is added into the riff. The
strobe lights go on again animating their movements in an uncanny way,
whilst laser beams of light cut through the club. A wave of emotions
rises up in Arkana, the cheering from the crowd below add to the
frenzy on stage and the beast in her wants to shine. She closes her
eyes, trying to find a clear spot in there and with a rush of blood
the gnawing inside her is steadied. [1 bp to wp]

The Brujah shakes her head with the beat, keeping all the focus she
can on the performance. When she sings again her thoughts are gathered
into one stream.

"Well now, you're out of breath
 And your, prescence reeks of death
 And for, all that you try
 N' longer, sat'sfied with my lie."

"STOP", for a few moments they all mute their instruments, Ace grabs
the ride quickly, Paz and Arkana also stop swaying. As Arkana starts
to sing again, the music again rushes in, like a sudden tidal wave.

"You want to go back
 So far, and you're way off track
 Though one day you'll be free
 There's always, that place f' me"

"Soon you'll, see there's no hiding
 My grasp deep, and always finding".

The song ends with Arkana's voice echoing through the club, with a
faint note from the guitar hanging in the air, till all is consumed by
the applause from the crowd.

Satisfied, and smiling Arkana takes a bow, "You're a wicked crowd, we
enjoyed rocking your socks off", her hand forms into the metal sign,
as she smiles wickedly.

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'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for
other people'. - Daria