Pandemonium, New York, Wednesday Evening
Jul. 23rd, 2014 09:43 pmThis was how it was supposed to be. Isabelle was in New York, at Club Pandemonium, in a nice white dress that covered up her Marks. The ruby rested against her chest, her whip was wrapped around her arm like a bracelet, and although the club was all darkness and artificial smoke, she knew Alec and Jace were no far at all. They were all hunting. And they'd already spotted their prey.
And their prey was taking the bait. It looked like a boy with blue hair, and it –– he had just snapped to attention, spotting Isabelle across the crowd. Isabelle smirked to herself, then turned that smirk wider and flirtier as she gave it to the guy, moving through the crowd. He followed her, not seeming to notice the two dark figures at his heels, stalking behind him. Isabelle made her way to the wall, and opened a door marked no admittance. She beckoned the blue-haired boy after her. He complied, and they slipped through the door.
( Oh man here we go. )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Warning for some violence. Alec modded here and in future catch-ups with kind permission. Taken with tweakage from Cassandra Clare's City of Bones. Here we go; brace yourselves for terrible supernatural YA on your flists.]
And their prey was taking the bait. It looked like a boy with blue hair, and it –– he had just snapped to attention, spotting Isabelle across the crowd. Isabelle smirked to herself, then turned that smirk wider and flirtier as she gave it to the guy, moving through the crowd. He followed her, not seeming to notice the two dark figures at his heels, stalking behind him. Isabelle made her way to the wall, and opened a door marked no admittance. She beckoned the blue-haired boy after her. He complied, and they slipped through the door.
( Oh man here we go. )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Warning for some violence. Alec modded here and in future catch-ups with kind permission. Taken with tweakage from Cassandra Clare's City of Bones. Here we go; brace yourselves for terrible supernatural YA on your flists.]