(( OOC: The thread takes place at a party hosted by members of Kaala's school. Basically, it's supposed to be like a stereotypical college frat party with loud music, alcohol, and drugs involved. The crowd would be mostly in the age range of 14-19 and from Kaala's school, but with drugs and alcohol involved there would likely be some older folks hanging around who would have supplied said things. The actual location of the party is an old, abandoned warehouse in a shady area. The whole thread is basically for fun and meeting new characters. ))
When the final bell rang, Kaala's heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. She wasn't introverted, nor did she have a problem intermingling with crowds of people, but she'd never been invited to a party before. For better or for worse, she kept to herself. It was better than the trial-and-error of finding out who was worth knowing and who just wanted something out of you. But here she was, leaving her school, walking away from her usual path, and following a rowdy group of upperclassmen down dirty alleys and dimly lit streets.
She was excited, but she didn't know what to expect.
The warehouse itself was very unassuming. It had no windows and one set of thick steel doors out front. Graffiti was splattered across and expertly painted here and there within reach of the ground. Discarded cans, bottles and the waste from death sticks littered the ground. When she grew closer to the doors, a faint thumping could be heard from the bass-boosted music inside. Kaala reached the doors and prepared to enter.
Here went nothing.
Music swam thick in the air alongside tangled bodies and off-tone singing. The floor was dirty but looked like someone had tried to sweep it clean. Kaala did her best to push past everyone blocking the entrance and make her way off to the side. Colorful lights flashed down from the ceiling, giving everyone a green, then blue, then purple hue to their skin. It seemed that not everyone here was from her school, either. There was an alien off to her left selling death sticks to some girl and her boyfriend. The seller was easily old enough to be a father. To her right, an old man was sternly lecturing some older teen about the dangers of alcohol. Kaala had to laugh at that. The old man had a drink in his hand too.
After she was able to get over the overwhelming nature of it all, Kaala wiggled into the crowd and began to dance. Screw the home and curfews, screw timelines and schedules and screw overthinking and paying attention. Tonight, she was gonna let go.
When the final bell rang, Kaala's heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. She wasn't introverted, nor did she have a problem intermingling with crowds of people, but she'd never been invited to a party before. For better or for worse, she kept to herself. It was better than the trial-and-error of finding out who was worth knowing and who just wanted something out of you. But here she was, leaving her school, walking away from her usual path, and following a rowdy group of upperclassmen down dirty alleys and dimly lit streets.
She was excited, but she didn't know what to expect.
The warehouse itself was very unassuming. It had no windows and one set of thick steel doors out front. Graffiti was splattered across and expertly painted here and there within reach of the ground. Discarded cans, bottles and the waste from death sticks littered the ground. When she grew closer to the doors, a faint thumping could be heard from the bass-boosted music inside. Kaala reached the doors and prepared to enter.
Here went nothing.
Music swam thick in the air alongside tangled bodies and off-tone singing. The floor was dirty but looked like someone had tried to sweep it clean. Kaala did her best to push past everyone blocking the entrance and make her way off to the side. Colorful lights flashed down from the ceiling, giving everyone a green, then blue, then purple hue to their skin. It seemed that not everyone here was from her school, either. There was an alien off to her left selling death sticks to some girl and her boyfriend. The seller was easily old enough to be a father. To her right, an old man was sternly lecturing some older teen about the dangers of alcohol. Kaala had to laugh at that. The old man had a drink in his hand too.
After she was able to get over the overwhelming nature of it all, Kaala wiggled into the crowd and began to dance. Screw the home and curfews, screw timelines and schedules and screw overthinking and paying attention. Tonight, she was gonna let go.