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thisisalex) wrote2007-10-03 03:48 am
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Prompt: Darkness by Aiden
Character: Burton Jones, though he goes by Svit in this.
Summary: A border party, which is explained in the explanations portion of the SF Wiki, but is basically an illegal rave in the Soviet Union.
It was a heavy, throbbing bass that shook the floor and made the walls sway, that hummed in the ears of the Soviet border partygoers, pounding out a beat that was only half-heeded. Coloured lights and billowing smoke, screaming dancers and brightly painted faces filled the rooms and platforms built on and between the treetops the party had opted to take place in tonight, several partiers lounging on the thick branches reaching out into the darkness, or laying stretched out and propped up at the base of the trees below them, out of the way of the more enthusiastic, more drugged, or the more clumsy partiers, where they could awake in the morning without a footprint in the middle of their face and with all their teeth securely in place. Or, as much as they had been when they had arrived at the party. Svitrigaila and Valentinavyczia Juozapavicius, a set of peculiar Lithuanian fraternal twins who had made themselves known at these parties over the last year or so, had arrived just a few minutes shy of "fashionably late" for the party, both already grinning as Val tried wrapping a red scrap of cloth around his skinned elbow.
No one was entirely sure what age the twins were, what their background was like or where exactly they hailed from, or from whom they had heard about the intense and severely illegal parties. No one knew if they had ever touched drugs before their first party, or even which party had been their first. No one knew them outside of the party atmosphere. No one cared. Few people who attended these functions wished for their two worlds to collide and for anyone there to meet them in the "real" world. This was their guilty pleasure, this was their nocturnal self; let the stuck up members of the daylight crew live their uptight lives, in their starched suits and ties, let them worry about their government and futures, that wasn't who was in control at the moment. This was the night crew.
The twins wandered through the crowds, moving to the beat and splitting off every once in a while, only to meet up with each other less than twenty minutes later. Val's hair carried a special charm that evening, changing colors every so often, going from bright pink to a deep black to a stark white, while Svit's remained the same dark black he had first dyed it months ago, the stencil of a brand new tattoo making itself known on his neck. The contacts in Svit's eyes had been charmed to change colours as well, glowing in the dark when they were white and giving him the look of a short Lithuanian demon when they were black. Clearly, the twins were taking advantage of the drugs in the air and in the crowd to use magic. It wasn't as if they were the only wizards there, anyways, and something in the back of Svit's head comforted him with the thought that even the Ministry of Magic couldn't find a border party. To him, border parties were impregnable.
Falling into the hypnotic beat of the music, Svit moved without any thought as to the rhythm of the music or who was around him, the beat of the music pounding from the speakers mingling with the music of laughter in the corner, of acid induced mutterings in his ear, of clinking beer bottles and drunken, off key singing. It was the music of the party, of the people, and it was just the sort of thing he needed. He shut his eyes as strong arms wound their way around his waist, moving with him in that same, off beat, "who the hell gives a fuck?" kind of rhythm. As if what they had could be called rhythm.
Even before turning around, Svit recognized the arms around his waist, knew that deep laugh and the breath tickling his ears. He turned in his friend's arms, grinning as he was greeted by the always welcome face of Jake Dembowska. Like the twins, no one knew anything about Jake outside of the parties, didn't know who his best friend was or what his tattoos meant, how old he was or why he wore an upside down cross on his neck. Svit liked it best that way.
"When'd you get here?" Svit asked in his fumblingly drunk way, his head tucked under the significantly taller Jake's chin.
"I got here when I did," he shrugged, continuing to sluggishly move to the far too fast music. Svit laughed and stumbled as he tried to spin, the drugs taking their harsh effect on his body. Falling against Jake's much steadier body, Svit leaned up and kissed Jake on the lips. Jake responded in like fashion, pulling Svit along with him as they moved more towards the center of the dance floor. Jake was definitely young, but he was older and stronger than Svit, and he held the Lithuanian twin close, crushing his lips with his own, running his hands through the dyed black hair.
Even as the air and the music grew more intense around the pair, they remained as they were, signifying the intensity in their own fashion, ignoring the custom that was to vocalize the tenseness in the air. It was building in their chests as the pitch of the voices in the crowd directly around them continued to grow, as they grew louder and louder, until they hit the breaking point and someone screamed. Until they all screamed until there was no air left in their lungs. Until the lights and the music shut off and all was silent and dark, save the pounding of the rain starting to come down on the flimsy, tarp-covered roof above them.
Svit broke away from Jake, and, in the darkness of the night, he could see Jake staring directly into his colour changing eyes. At the moment they were the sort of clear brown one only saw once in a great while, and Jake was grinning as he said in a hoarse whisper, "I swear, I've never seen anything so beautifully dark."
Character: Burton Jones, though he goes by Svit in this.
Summary: A border party, which is explained in the explanations portion of the SF Wiki, but is basically an illegal rave in the Soviet Union.
It was a heavy, throbbing bass that shook the floor and made the walls sway, that hummed in the ears of the Soviet border partygoers, pounding out a beat that was only half-heeded. Coloured lights and billowing smoke, screaming dancers and brightly painted faces filled the rooms and platforms built on and between the treetops the party had opted to take place in tonight, several partiers lounging on the thick branches reaching out into the darkness, or laying stretched out and propped up at the base of the trees below them, out of the way of the more enthusiastic, more drugged, or the more clumsy partiers, where they could awake in the morning without a footprint in the middle of their face and with all their teeth securely in place. Or, as much as they had been when they had arrived at the party. Svitrigaila and Valentinavyczia Juozapavicius, a set of peculiar Lithuanian fraternal twins who had made themselves known at these parties over the last year or so, had arrived just a few minutes shy of "fashionably late" for the party, both already grinning as Val tried wrapping a red scrap of cloth around his skinned elbow.
No one was entirely sure what age the twins were, what their background was like or where exactly they hailed from, or from whom they had heard about the intense and severely illegal parties. No one knew if they had ever touched drugs before their first party, or even which party had been their first. No one knew them outside of the party atmosphere. No one cared. Few people who attended these functions wished for their two worlds to collide and for anyone there to meet them in the "real" world. This was their guilty pleasure, this was their nocturnal self; let the stuck up members of the daylight crew live their uptight lives, in their starched suits and ties, let them worry about their government and futures, that wasn't who was in control at the moment. This was the night crew.
The twins wandered through the crowds, moving to the beat and splitting off every once in a while, only to meet up with each other less than twenty minutes later. Val's hair carried a special charm that evening, changing colors every so often, going from bright pink to a deep black to a stark white, while Svit's remained the same dark black he had first dyed it months ago, the stencil of a brand new tattoo making itself known on his neck. The contacts in Svit's eyes had been charmed to change colours as well, glowing in the dark when they were white and giving him the look of a short Lithuanian demon when they were black. Clearly, the twins were taking advantage of the drugs in the air and in the crowd to use magic. It wasn't as if they were the only wizards there, anyways, and something in the back of Svit's head comforted him with the thought that even the Ministry of Magic couldn't find a border party. To him, border parties were impregnable.
Falling into the hypnotic beat of the music, Svit moved without any thought as to the rhythm of the music or who was around him, the beat of the music pounding from the speakers mingling with the music of laughter in the corner, of acid induced mutterings in his ear, of clinking beer bottles and drunken, off key singing. It was the music of the party, of the people, and it was just the sort of thing he needed. He shut his eyes as strong arms wound their way around his waist, moving with him in that same, off beat, "who the hell gives a fuck?" kind of rhythm. As if what they had could be called rhythm.
Even before turning around, Svit recognized the arms around his waist, knew that deep laugh and the breath tickling his ears. He turned in his friend's arms, grinning as he was greeted by the always welcome face of Jake Dembowska. Like the twins, no one knew anything about Jake outside of the parties, didn't know who his best friend was or what his tattoos meant, how old he was or why he wore an upside down cross on his neck. Svit liked it best that way.
"When'd you get here?" Svit asked in his fumblingly drunk way, his head tucked under the significantly taller Jake's chin.
"I got here when I did," he shrugged, continuing to sluggishly move to the far too fast music. Svit laughed and stumbled as he tried to spin, the drugs taking their harsh effect on his body. Falling against Jake's much steadier body, Svit leaned up and kissed Jake on the lips. Jake responded in like fashion, pulling Svit along with him as they moved more towards the center of the dance floor. Jake was definitely young, but he was older and stronger than Svit, and he held the Lithuanian twin close, crushing his lips with his own, running his hands through the dyed black hair.
Even as the air and the music grew more intense around the pair, they remained as they were, signifying the intensity in their own fashion, ignoring the custom that was to vocalize the tenseness in the air. It was building in their chests as the pitch of the voices in the crowd directly around them continued to grow, as they grew louder and louder, until they hit the breaking point and someone screamed. Until they all screamed until there was no air left in their lungs. Until the lights and the music shut off and all was silent and dark, save the pounding of the rain starting to come down on the flimsy, tarp-covered roof above them.
Svit broke away from Jake, and, in the darkness of the night, he could see Jake staring directly into his colour changing eyes. At the moment they were the sort of clear brown one only saw once in a great while, and Jake was grinning as he said in a hoarse whisper, "I swear, I've never seen anything so beautifully dark."