6628/Surveying A Club

Surveying A Club
Date of Scene:	23 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Miracle Elle and Ellie meet in a Goth Club and discuss the falsehoods of the world.
Cast of Characters:	Hela, Negasonic Teenage Warhead

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Hela has posed:
The Black Heart is little known to most, but a hit with the Goth subculture. It's very easy to miss from the outside, walking about the village, as the only marker on a door that otherwise seems to lead to a random cellar is an embossed black heart on the front door.

Once inside, the place is loud, usually blasting gothic rock music. Black walls, black chandeliers, gothic statues staring down from the ceiling, lots of youngsters in various stages of conformity through resistance to conformity. From the casual black bottoms and tops, to the more spikey, heavily pierced variety. Weird hairstyles, shaved heads, occult inspired make up, to more amateurish takes. All comers are accepted, all have their place. It's the place where the different go to be normal.

In that regard, Elle seems to fit right in, with her clashing makeup of purple and red about the eyes, her raven hair, her pale skin. The stunning way she stares with a visage devoid of emotion. Her outfit, a black brocade strap jacket, over sheet black top, all embrodiered with Norse runes. A flash of red fabric underneath, and a flouncy flared mini skirt to match the top. Black stockings, and thigh high, stiletto heeled boots. Last but not least, the stylish touch of the black feathery cuffs of her sleeves.

She's decorated with an array of silver rings, two of which are full finger rings with a sharp talon tip. But the silvery rings do contrast with the plain leather strap around her neck, attached to Valknut pendant.

When she walks into the club, Elle seems to look through the crowd of people, standing perfectly still as she studies every inch of the place, staring at walls and the statues looking down from the ceiling, devils and gargoyles and such.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
It's a Friday night.

Ellie caught Metro North down from Westchester but instead of heading to Sam's club in Mutant Town she veered towards The Village. She has heard of The Black Heart via the Internet, of which she may be one of the undisputed masters of the net. Queen of Snark and Biting Mean Commentary. Do not try to tweet war against her, she has burned down politicians and salted the earth of their would be political aspirations.

Tonight though she is hear to soak in the scene, marinate in the subculture she most identities with.

Her outfit, well it fits right in though she is definitely not amateurish. Faux black leather leggings. Sturdy boots with some wicked looking spikes. The mesh shirt is replaced with a black Satanists against Sexism, complete with pentacle. Over it a dark grey hoodie, undone, and leather jacket with spikes that match the collar around her neck. More piercings than you can shake a stick at, shaved head, and attitude.

The attitude gets it's own special mention really. There is an aura or vibe around the young woman that she could disintegrate you as soon as tolerate any bullshit you might have on hand. Unlike most though that front that attitude there is an dangerous energy about her that seems authentic.

Ellie's head starts to bob with the music, just a nod to the tempo, as she surveys the whole place, almost as if she is already finding it wanting and lame. A waste of her time and she just got here. "Gods this better not be a waste." she mutters.

Hela has posed:
Most of the young people enjoying themselves are fast ensnared by the music, the alcohol, the atmosphere, whatever it may be...there's very few who seem to disagree with the place. After all, they'd have to have gone out of their way to know about it and find it.

Ellie, however, is not like the others. She doesn't immediately melts with the atmosphere of the place, doesn't seem pleased because she was given a vaneer to admire. This takes Elle's interest as she turns to look at the young Ellie, tilting her head just slightly to the side, as she studies her outfit. "Do you think it a waste..?" She asks outright, without introductions, sounding genuinely interested in what Ellie has to say rather than dismissive of her complaint.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie was definitely anyone to hear her mutter over the music, or give two shits what she had to say or think about their little goth club in The Village.

Those black eyelinered eyes narrow perceptibly, but not over dramatically as she looks Elle over. The gaze is obvious in the assessment. Not evaluating. Not checking out. Not scoping. No Ellie is judging Elle and trying to determine if she finds the other young woman .. Wanting.. or Sufficient for her to answer.

The test seems passed, at least enough for a reply. "I just stepped in to the place how the fuck should I know yet. I hope it isn't though." a look around at the people who did just get ensnared by the music and melted into the atmosphere. "I see a lot of trash here so far. The music is on point though. Who the hell wants to know?"

Hela has posed:
The moment Elle realizes that Ellie is in fact judging her, that emotionless visage of her breaks a bit, when her lips just ever so slightly curve into the ghost of a crooked smile. She is amused, but says nothing to the effect. The gesture is so minute, it would take a perceptive gaze to recognize it.

There is however no appealing to affect Ellie's judgement, allowing the girl to make her own decision. She is free, after all, to walk away from Elle and keep her answer to herself.

"You would walk into a place you would deem a waste to set foot in?" Elle almost sounds confused at the very notion, "it sounds a futile endeavor."

She does laugh audibly enough at Ellie's last question, "who the hell wants to know...? An astute question, but as you've already professed, do you honestly care?" Elle muses, as she turns to study the decor again, "if you were to ask me...it's a falsehood that bothers me."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Ellie's nostrils flare a touch as she inhales a dismissive noise at the confusion. "Which is why I hope they are not wasting my fucking time here." as if that explains why she would waste set foot into a place and deem it a waste. She hopes they are not wasting her time or her money for that matter.

Whatever Ellie saw, she at least tolerated it enough to engage in conversation now. "No I probably don't." care that is, not really enough to know Elle's name right now. So Ellie skips to the statement. "You aren't going to find an authentic place in Manhattan. It is all about corpratist greed milking the hopes and dreams out of the cattle. Harnessing their desire to escape and giving them a beautiful pile of shit in return."

At this point Ellie needs a damn drink, her gaze drifting to the bar.

Hela has posed:
Elle listens to Ellie, even if she's not looking at her for the time being, "that is a very dour way of putting things, do you truly believe them to be so?" The question is not a mocking one, in fact, there's an undertone of fury as if Elle herself is brand new to the notion. "I despise falsehood," Elle notes, and then heads towards the bar herself, eyeing the bartender, as she demands, "mead," only to be given a very odd look.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Oh little lamb is the thought Ellie has at Elle's furious reaction. Though to be honest Ellie is pleased, this teenager is reacting, seems to have fury about it even. Maybe she is aware and Ellie's initial judgement was without flaw. "You would have to be blind to not see the ways society works. It's all take and zero give.

She follows Elle to the bar and the demand for mead gets her to laugh. "This isn't some microbrew or import bar..." she leans and points to the pulls for bear. "They have those five, mostly dark and pretentious beer, and well spirits. This place isn't top shelf." at that point Ellie looks to the bartender dead in the eye. "Shot of Jack and a jack and coke." not trying to tax the man who just got asked for mead. She isn't wearing the under 21 wristband, her fake ID got her past the door.

Hela has posed:
"It's a falsehood, there's no take without giving," Elle notes to Ellie, quite sure of herself. Albeit the terms she has in mind might be vastly different to what Ellie might have in hers, but it doesn't matter, when on the surface they seem to be in agreement.

Elle looks not entirely amused about the puzzlement of the bartender, and the explanation from Ellie which makes it clear the place truly lacks mead. What sort of an establishment was it?

"I will have none of your brew," Elle snorts at the bartender, before asking Ellie, "so those who are in power...how do they get there?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"There is taking and giving lies. Shit almost everyone lies and takes in this city. Most of the world really." Ellie is quite sure of her own mind as it has been made about the corporation and the inequality of the current system.

Ellie slams that shot of Jack and then picks up her Jack and coke leaning against the bar and staring at Elle. The phrasing is unusual, a bit exotic compared to New York, let alone other parts of the country. Maybe the girl is European.

"In power. They inherit money.. which is power... the Ogliarchs have fucked the entire system. Their kids get everything. Best Schools. Best opportunities. Fast tracks to corporate and political power. The whole fucking system is rigged. Lady Media fills everyone with sweet daydreams to make the subjegation all the easier."

Hela has posed:
The problem with Elle not providing her name at all, is that Ellie can't even accidentally make the connection with the 'Miracle Elle' of Black Sleep curing fame. But her observation about Elle not being from around are quite sharp, as her phrasing does suggest.

"Power," Elle seems rather fine with the term power, until money is thrown in the equation, and she sneers, "currency as power is a falsehood. It is given by the weak...but true power is never given." Elle snorts in disgust, "the world sure grew less civillized with time, hasn't it?" She posits the question to Ellie, scoffing at some of the artifacts scattered about the club, "all of it so very fake."

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
"Fuck of course it is a false idol." she swishes her glass and sips the Jack and coke. Then Ellie continues. "True power is either inherent or claimed." to your statement about it never given. "That is why everything is going to shit. Most money is old money. Old money is weak and greedy as fuck."

The young woman holds up the glass of brown tanslucent liquid and stares at a light through it. "Of course it is fake. Almost everything about this place and city and .. fuck everything is fake."

Hela has posed:
Elle nods as if she had just made up her mind, "I will not have it, this insult." She turns to Ellie once more, motioning about the place, "no tale here rings true, and I deem you speak true, this place is not for me." It seems that as soon as she made that pronouncement, Elle's mind was set, and she walks away from the bar, readily pushing anyone who moves towards her, as she clears a path towards the door. A few rude comments she gets from those who tried to approach her and got shoved are utterly ignored by Elle.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
Glass empty it is returned to the bar top as Ellie pushes off and sets herself into motion and follows ater her "Hey.. wait.. I actually do want to know your name new girl." as weird and European as Elle seems, she is actually pretty aware of the truth of reality and Negasonic is interested for once.

Hela has posed:
Elle does linger a moment just before she makes it to the door, turning back to look at Ellie, grinning at her, "as we said, there is no giving without taking, what is your name first?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead has posed:
That catches Ellie by surprise. She starts to say "Neg.... " cough. "Ellie. What about you then." not really realizing there is a formal agreement here, a formal exchange. Name for Name. Laws are laws.

Ellie watches Elle with a smirk, crooked and sharp.

Hela has posed:
Elle looks quite amused, she doesn't press about the 'Neg' that Ellie started with, allowing her to express herself as she will. "Curious, a lovely name," she muses, before sharing her own, just the same as Ellie did, sans last name, "Elle."

At that, she turns to leave.