faster the chase.

[zoink!THERIOT]

DAHILA POSTS FIRST. ANYONE CAN JOIN IN AFTER.

Okay, so maybe he's not really the 'club' kind of guy. I mean, really. What is someone like Zoink Theriot doing in a place like Bash? If you're thinking he's trying to catch Britney Spears there, you are completely wrong. He was just....you know, bored. That's how things are. If Zoink was bored, he'll go anywhere in order to...not be bored. He was wearing the usual and tee and baggy jeans a long with some black converse on his oversized feet.

He pushed the door open after searching for a while for his I.D. His ears almost immediately filled up with the music playing. In mere minutes, he knew his hearing was practically done for. He covered his ears while he made his way through the club.

The nineteen year old's hair hung in front of his eyes. He couldn't really see much- he was just relying on his ears. He passed some drunken 50 year old men at the bar, and some barely naked girls. (He took a bit of interest in them, but he was pushed away.) He reminded himself to stop glancing at them and keep going.

His eyes focused on one particular girl. She had a small, thing figure and pretty brown locks. His eyes couldn't help but widen a bit under his hair. She looked much younger then him, however, so there wasn't much hope. Besides, he wasn’t looking for a girl anyway. He was...half taken- you could say. "Hello.." he said as he approached her. "Who are you?"

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[DAHLIA ROSE,]

There was no telling why Miss Rose was at Bash tonight. She wasn't one for clubbing or loud music, or any of that. She was simply a lost little girl, trying to find her place. Unfortunately, she could already tell that Bash was not that place. A pained sigh escaped her pale, chapped pink lips and she held her sweaty palms against her plain blue jeans to keep the shiny undersides from shining in the disco light. She felt extremely uncomfortable here. It was like she didn't fit in, partly because she obviously didn't. She didn't really exactly know why she was let into the club in the first place. She didn't look over twenty-one, yet the bouncer had just hurriedly ushered her in like he couldn't be bothered with such an insignificant problem as Dahlia.

Someone was talking to her? Oh joy. She turned her head slowly towards the male and without giving him a grin, she parted her thin labrums. "Hi." She replied in her regular, highpitched, feminine vocal tone. "I'm Dahlia...Rose." She said, her voice seeming to falter as she said the last part, Rose. It seemed like a lovely name. It made it look like she had a wonderful history. Dahlia Rose. It was the name two movie star parents would give to their daughter. Her twin sister was Vanity Rose. Another classy name. But no, their histories were anything but glamorous and beautiful.

Dahlia was raped as a little girl. She was abused and hurt and tortured and raped by her old man. Good old Dave Rose. He looked like a nice guy, but looks could always be deceiving. In her case, they were very deceiving. He was the same to Vanity. Their mother, drunk and high as always had just sat back and watched, cowering, being too afraid of her own hudband to do anything. She had lived with that for nearly her whole life where it hurt her down to the core. She was numb from it. It was like she was an ice burg now. She didn't feel the hurt that people sometimes gave when saying nasty things and shit like that. She just didn't feel it anymore. She was an unfeeling, almost unhuman lifeform, walking aimlessly across Los Angeles. She was a lost baby girl.

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[zoink!THERIOT]

Dahila Rose- he decided he liked that name off the bat. "Well, hello, Dahila Rose. I'm Zoink, Zoink Theriot. I'm nineteen. I go to the community college here in L.A." he said, his usual introduction. He was much taller then this petite little girl. Well, perhaps she wasn't all that little. She was maybe two or three years younger then he. He looked around for a few seconds. He had been to this club once before, but he found it rather boring because he didn't see Lindsay Lohan so he left. (He wasn't too bright back then, I'm afraid.) "What brings you to Bash?" he asked. Dahila seemed rather out of place there. She didn't seem like the kind of person who would go to some place like Bash.

Zoink had a pretty normal life until his father left them. He just packed up and left without a word. Zoink had pondered his reason for leaving for ages. Was something wrong with Zoink, and that's why he left? Was he ashamed of him? He blamed it all on himself. Inside, he's rather depressed, but he tried to cover that up by being optimistic and joking around. In fact, he had been named after his father- Edward. But Zoink never liked to be called Edward- so his buddies made up a new name for him as young kids- Zoink.

The music almost made him deaf. The music blared loudly from each corner of the room. The T.V. was additionally loud- it had gotten up to the limit. It couldn’t get any louder. A football game was on. A huge crowd of middle aged men crowded around it, yelling and cheering at the T.V.

{occ- ick, sorry.}

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