'Orchestra Of Wolves;;

[adamm malefica]

MY NAME IS CASANOVA
I'M BASICALLY A MAN
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Music. Arguably one of the single most powerful forces known to mankind. Of course, it didn't hold the same kind of power as nature, like the crushing weight of the sea, or the sweeping speed of the wind, but it had such an effect on the human heart. An loud, angry metal song could row up even the tamest of people, or a melodic acoustic song could bring out emotions that one didn't even know he possessed. It was for this reason that Adamm made a career out of music. Even from a very young age he was always intrigued by everything musical. From the moment he could stand on his own two legs, he would bounce, shake and fall to the rythem of anything he heard, or when he learned how to talk he would sing along too. Naturally, at the age he was, it was very tuneful, but now at the age of 21 he'd had plenty of time to perfect the techniques. From falsetto to blood-curdling screams, Adamm could do it all, and he put all he techniques he knew to good use as the vocalist of his band, Orchestra Of Wolves.

That was the reason Adamm was at 735 on this night. His band had just finished opening the show for a well-known band that was coming through on their american tour from Europe. The show had gone well, and they received a great reaction from the crowd, something that wasn't entirely new to them, but with a crowd on this scale it was a huge boost for a band just starting out. Shows like this have the potential to make or break a band, but luckily for them this show had nothing but a positive outcome. Grinning to himself, Adamm headed over to the bar area, people patting him on the back as he squeezed through, or blocking his path and asking for an autograph or just wanting a quick chat. Naturally, he accommodated to each and every one of them, courteously signing anything put in front of him or posing for pictures. He wasn't the kind of person that wanted to end up letting fame or an ego go to his head, so talking to any fans they might have was his own personal way of keeping himself grounded.

After what seemed like an eternity however, Adamm finally made it to the bar. A pitcher of whatever was on tap was ordered and as the barman waddled off to fill the request, he turned around, leant on the bar, and gazed around. The fact that Orchestra Of Wolves had just put on one of the best shows they'd ever performed had only just set in, and as he noticed the smiles on his bandmates faces while they packed away their gear, he had a feeling they were thinking about the same thing too. "This is only the beginning," He thought to himself, picking up the pitcher the barman had just set down and walking back toward the stage, finding an empty table of to the side. The table he found was actually surprisingly big, enough room to fit the band and anybody else who wished to join them. However, seeing as the guys were still packing up so Adamm decided to sit down and pour himself a beer while he waited.

After a large gulp of the beer he had poured, Adamm gazed around the club. It was a rather nice place, not what he would usually see as a concert hall, but he knew that every now and then exceptions were made. He'd actually planned to come here quite a few times on regular nights, but something always distracted him, like his friends wanting to go to a grimy bar, or his own mind not wanting to leave his apartment. Now that he was here though, he made a mental note to actually attend one night. It wasn't a big place, but it had enough space to comfortably socialise, dance, drink, or whatever one usually does on a night out.

Suddenly, a song came over the P.A. subtly filling the room with background noise while the techies set up the next band. With a grin, Adamm began to sway, awkwardly dancing from his seated position, along with the music. It was actually a song he knew well, and so naturally as he slipped into his own little world of music, he began to quietly sing along to himself, taking sips of beer between breaths. "Welcome to your lies, Welcome to goodbye," He sang softly, reaching to pour another beer as he continued to sing the lyrics as he heard them, "You see the big world through small town eyes..." He drifted off as he caught the eyes of a very attractive girl from across the room, who instantly blushed and looked away, only to look back a moment later. He flashed her smile as she realised he was still looking at her, and took a sip from the freshly poured beer. "I'm definitely going to need more beer..." He thought, looking between the already half-empty pitcher and the girl on the other side of the hall.

[alina larissa lior]

I HAVE THE HEAD OF A WOLF
t h e a p p e t i t e o f a n e n t i r e l a n d
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So this was what the New Orlans night life offered for her? The close streets were lined with trees that dwarfed the thin blonde as she warily clicked her way down the paved sidestreet in the heart of the French Quarter. Though they had been living in the house that had been passed down to them through their parents, for almost a week now, the body of Alina Lior had far from become used to the climate that suddenly closed in around her, soaking her clothes and forcing the thin layers to stick to her slender body. For almost two days her face has been a constant mask of disgust, how could people possibly live in such conditions, day after day and not feel the need to shower constantly.

As her mind drifted to imagine herself rolling around in a giant portable shower, she placed one high heeled foot before the other mechanically, her eyes fixed on the bright lights that danced in an almost welcoming way only a block away from her. Clutching before her tightly was a small black purse, the colour being the notably prodominant colour of her outfit it would almost bring a joke to your lips, questiong whether the girl was in mourning. Though of course, if you sense of humor so chose to swing that particular way, you would find out just how uncomfortable it would be to have a stiletto heel driven into the sensitive top of your foot.

It was only because of her sister that she had not already condemned this place, and was still treading the stone flag tiles of it's streets, and now she had finally decided that less was most definitely more, and clad herself in the smallest but still decent outfit she could find, she was about to give this old town it's chance at winning her heart. The small club that caught her attention seemed nothing special, it was dwarfed in comparison to what she was used to back home, but the popularity of it did not escape even her and as she watched a small group of, noticably intoxicated youths she made her decision that this small club beneath the hanging trees would be the representation for New Orleans night life.

With little hassle she slipped past the two men, stood solitarily side by side at the door as if protecting the Queen herself, and made her way into the dull surroundings of the club. Ahead of her a stage loomed out of the darkness, discarded instruments littering the stage as numerous men with tattoos and exceptionally long hair shuffled around, doing, to Alina's eyes, nothing much. She must have either walked in at the end of a concert or was between bands. With little interest either way she raised her elegant brows and made a sharp turn towards the bar, her stance strong and commanding as she cut through the crowd, making sure she didn't touch any of the sweaty fans that swarmed around each other in raucous groups.

The first thing that immediately annoyed her as she reached the bar was the complete lack of anything she usually favoured. Of course beer was on tap and many southern looking liquors sat on the dusty surface of the wood, but where was the wine? Even the absolut for gods sake? With a less than friendly air to herself she met the bar tenders eyes and, resisting the urge to let fly a particularly unnecessary quip at the man she nodded towards the bottle of Jack Daniels, at least she recognized it's black and white label. When the dark liquid was finally served to her, she scooped it up quickly, the smell that drifted towards her conjuring memories of two 14 year old twins holding house parties whilst their parents jetted across the world. At least she knew she liked it.

The next obstacle however was a seat. Everywhere she looked the tables were overflowing with slightly dishevelled and very drunk looking people, though many of them were half stood, half draped over furniture. With a mild flutter of annoyance she pushed forward towards the stage area. As was typical after a set, the front area of the venue as clearing, people quickly hurrying away to relieve their bladders or fill them again, and she found herself, blissfully free of the threats of the unclean. A smile curled her pink tinged lips at the small plus side and she brought the small glass tumbler to her lips and let a small mouthful of the drink to fill her mouth and flood her tastebuds. Eyes darting, they caught a numer of empty seats, and though there were far too many of them for just little old her, she quickly headed towards them, ignoring the slight burning in her throat.

Of course when things looked too good to be true, they usually were, and as she rounded the side of what had turned out to be a booth she found a young man occupying the space, a jug of beer, obviously meant for more than just him, sat atop the table. Trying to keep the disappointment from her clear blue eyes she let a smile settled over her features once more. Oh sorry, I thought this table was free.