Heroes of Pier 6

[Haikufrenzy]

New York City, NY
11:43 pm

It would have seemed like an unassuming night in the docks and warehouses of Pier 6. There wasn’t much noise besides the various sounds one hears in New York City at such a time. However one of the warehouses, one which hasn’t been used in some time, had various lights and sounds emitting from it. Loud, electronic sounding music to be exact.

It was the party to get in you had to know about it, and to know about it you had to know the right people. The tight lipped nature of the event meant that there were plenty of notable New York City youth figures there. One such figure had just arrived fashionably late. Jason Newman, star soccer player for his school, and soon to be heir of one of New York City’s finest diners. Sure it wasn’t like he was some icon or celebrity figure. But it all helped him get word of the big party. As he showed up, sharply dressed with a girl named... Mandy if Jason’s memory served him right, hanging off of his arm like some kind of fashion accessory. As he showed up to the entrance he ended up getting greeted by the bouncer of the event, Mikhael Govorin. The large, intimidating figure of Russian nationality glared down at the young man. Between the two laughed, exchanging fist bumps as Jason made his way in. Knowing all the right people is vital in today’s day and age.

[Fly Me]

"Hey DJ, manager says you're up." Bobby called, his chocolate shaved head poked at Rob's dressing room door. He's always thought that the guy has a head too small for his huge 6 and 4 frame. Rob remembered the first time they met at his Uncle's office 3 years ago, Bobby was just a clueless nervous errand boy back then, though even at that time he's already as huge as a grizzly. It was because of his eldest brother Erick's club incidents that his mom insisted on getting him his personal security. Of course Rob didnt need any, he's no famous like any of them, no one even cared about him smoking in front of 7-eleven, no one even knew or would dare to believe he's from the famous House of Umbers. Though his mom wouldnt hear any of it. He's Uncle always thought that Bobby's not really made for office work, so he (and by Rob's own request of cutting the original three personal guards into one) decided that he'll give him Bobby instead. The big guy shifted uncomfortably by the door, "Uhhm, Rob? You better..."

"... get your expensive ass over here!!" he heard the club manager say right from the back stage. He didnt know exactly how he heard him over the loud noise of the club, and the thick walls of his room, he just heard him, a distant voice, almost faint, but still distinguishable.

"Yes, I know." Rob sighed. Working as a DJ is just one among his numerous sidelines. Though he doesnt necessarily have to work for anything since his family can provide all his needs, its just something he does for himself... probably. He pushed himself out of his cubicle, and sluggishly proceeded towards back stage.

The club manager is a man-woman somewhere in between her 20's and 30's, though Rob's not really sure since she had all this different sorts of surgery in her face and in her body that make her look like a human-cat crossbreed, and she wears this really offensive make up, he couldnt really tell. They all call her Tracy, but her real name is Tristan Xi-Huang, or something like that, he heard the club cook said so himself.

By the time he arrived at the scene, Tracy was just talking to these two official looking men both in slick black suits like a real men in black agents. They looked down at him coldly as he approached. Tracy's back on him, and she was too busy fidgeting on her bright tiger fur cloak to notice him. Clearly the club manager doesnt feel well by the these men's company which is strange because Tracy always feels well to any man's company. Rob parked himself a few steps away from the group to give them privacy, one muttered something to the club manager in a low voice so he cant hear, but Rob heard it all the same.

"Its all done." he said, "Just as we agreed."

"The place is not right," the other interrupted, he gave Rob a quick glance, and then to the club manager. "we'll talk somewhere else."

All that Tracy did is nod and watch the two men walk away. Then the club manager turned, and gave a jumped of surprise when he saw the DJ. She looked around her wearily. "Did... did you..." but she shook her head, and with some explicit effort donned her usual manager face, "Well? I'm quite sure I didnt hire you to gawk at me. Go get the music!" she snapped her long nailed fingers impatiently to his face. Rob felt something really wrong just now but he couldnt quite point out what, and so thought better to keep his mouth shut about it. Rob nodded at her then made for the stage.

[Blathers]

(I apologize for posting so late; I didn't realize the IC thread was posted until now. You might want to mention the people involved in the role-play to make sure they know the roleplay is going on, because I didn't realize until today.)

Deyna wasn't sure how her mother and father both managed to convince her to attend this party, let alone how they managed to get her an invitation. Perhaps they were a part of this group when they were younger? Deyna wasn't sure, but she surely wasn't having as much fun at this party as her parents would have her believe. Deyna found the loud music irritating, and of the few people she recognized she was too nervous to approach. Deyna wished she hadn't bothered coming to this party, but she reminded herself that her parent's misguided attempts at socializing her was only done because they cared about her.

Deyna focused on clearing her mind for a moment; such thoughts were useless to her right now. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and strode out to the lounging area. The atmosphere over there seemed relaxed enough for her, though the obnoxiously 'techno' music playing in the background didn't help at all. On her way over she spotted a person she recognized; Jason. Jason... Newman? She recognized him from the local soccer league. Deyna dismissed him as the kind of person who was too interested in partying to really be the kind of person she would associate with, and the girl clinging to his side supported this thought.

Deyna turned away, afraid to be caught staring at him, and sat down in a couch in the lounging area. For a while Deyna was too nervous to really strike conversation with anyone. However, over time she became more relaxed and started casually talking to some of the people present. Deyna even began to find herself enjoying the company, though she wished the accursed DJ would put on something more refined then the loud, annoying music he was putting on.