hold for the applause ~ [fay/si]

[attr="class","textie"]Headlights pierced the shadows that the tree’s canopies provided as they swung carelessly through the curving roads. They cut easily through the blackness and it’s elongated forms, stretched due to the pastel hues that swept the sky like a watercolor. The sky darkened with each passing second, though the sleek vehicle that cut through the road paid little mind to the changing scene; it's subtle crimson shade of red blending to the fall scenery... But the metallic skeleton itself, remained entirely out of place.[break][break]

The Ferrari California T undermined each oncoming car like one beast challenging the other; a single growl from the overpriced vehicle sending the opponent on their way in their unspoken game of 'Chicken'. None of the competitors, nor their drivers, wished to challenge it. Some slowed, some gawked. They all wanted a piece of it.[break][break]

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The driver was equally as unfazed by the oncoming night, pleased even, a smirk touching at pale pink lips. She loved the cold, the early nights of autumn, and everything that went 'bump' in the night…understandably, she was one of them. She was seemingly immune to the chill that set in as the night winds swept the sports car. Her tanned skin prickled and reflecting the faded pinks of the sky, though perhaps not from the chill itself... But from the adrenaline. Excitement weighed on her, showing only through the gleam of her mahogany irises. There was a party she had to attend to. [break][break]

She wheeled easily through the arched entrances of the country club she'd come to call home, inching past her overdressed peers in their luxury vehicles. She took it all in with vague interest. Here, here is where she belonged. She sighed, relieved at the mere concept of being able to escape the scum of the earth that she had to dictate on a daily basis. It really was like ordering around a bunch of circus animals. [break][break]

She reached her place at the entrance to the lavish hall she rose from the driver’s seat, and straightened out her low-cut gown. She felt eyes travel to her immediately, yet she didn't take the time to gloat. She tossed keys to the valet that stood waiting, sending a polite nod to the stammering man who addressed her with a, 'Welcome back, Miss Petrov.' She then sauntered inside to accomplish what she'd come there to do....to screw up everybody's day, of course. [break][break]

She ran steady fingers through her hair while she took in the scene, waiters gliding to and fro delivering drinks, their steps in sync with the whimsical classical music that drifted through the spacious mansion (quite the contrast to her day to day obligations, that was for damn sure). She cast a smile to a clean-cut man that passed by and got a wink in return, though it was best not to get distracted. The esteemed stood around in small groups and she watched each curiously. Which one of them was to be her entertainment this night? One of them in particular, was due his just desserts. [break][break]

Taking a martini off of one of the waiter’s trays, she furthered her distance into the building and gravitated towards the groups, scanning each one for any familiarity; a voice, a gesture, a smell. It wasn’t until she reached the ballroom that she had any clue at all as to what she was looking for… until of course she found him; a sketchy, yet confident looking man mingling towards the back with a couple of unamused women. There was only pain to be registered as the recollections pooled in; the doctors poking and prodding, attempting to turn her into their own puppet for the Hunters. Please. If there was pain to be felt, she damn well better have asked for it…and she certainly wasn’t playing into anyone’s cause. [break][break]

Her stilettos stabbed the polished floor as she stalked towards her target, echoing through the expansive room and alerting the trio of her presence when she made herself known. “Excuse me, mind if I steal him away for a moment?” Her brilliant smile was convincing, if anything, both opalescent teeth and doe eyes gleaming innocence. The man looked at her as if he’d seen a ghost, skin paling. As far as he knew, she had been left for dead. Dallas’ expression took on that of a chuffed predator as the man began to shake his head in disbelief, fear coming to his eyes. Perfect, so they were on the same page then. He quickly declined her invitation with a false confidence, muttering something about needing to take a phone call. [break][break]

She clenched her jaw and felt a long breath escape her lungs. She normally appreciated cooperation, but it wasn’t always necessary. Her hand found a strong grip on his shoulder as she turned him away from his companions, and leaned to bring her lips up to his ear. Her breath was hot, radiating off the pale skin of his neck that she only drew closer to. “We both know that’s bullshit, love…” The man practically squirmed from her closeness and sultry tone, which of course, only prompted her amusement.

Holding his full attention now, she handed him her martini glass and dropped her voice low. She felt the man’s reluctance to relent; he stared confusedly at the object for several seconds. But that’s all she needed. Using her utmost concentration she delved into his mind, filtering through the nervous system, shoving past the memories and useless junk until coming across just what she needed – the motor cortex. Possessing the area, enveloping the whole of it to do her own bidding, she felt a wry grin curl across her features. “Now,” She murmured against his skin, “I’d like you… to get me a new drink. When you’re done, you can walk off the stair landing.” He didn’t protest this time, slowly taking the glass he was offered without question and walking off to find a waiter. He returned minutes later with a full one, and, as instructed, climbed the nearest staircase. Dallas sipped at her new drink and simply watched as the man turned, poising to walk off into thin air. She could see the fight in his eyes, that little twinkle of fear that struggled to take back control of his movements. Though, she had the stronger will. [break][break]

“John, what are you-“ Dallas heard a companion question, followed by a gasp, then screams and the muffled thumping of something of a larger stature tumbling down the stairs… but she was already gone, turned and sipping her alcohol while trying to hide the devious little smirk that found shelter on her features. People really needed to pay attention to where they were walking; they could get hurt. [break][break]
Her brother probably would have disapproved given his…association with the Hunters, and that blonde of his (she still hadn’t forgiven the bitch), but he also didn’t need to know the whole truth. At least she hadn’t killed the man? The urge was tempting, though, she was on her best behavior. She slipped away into the party, though now the quiet ambience was broken by the clamor of concerned folk. With no further business, she decided to attend to the next pressing item on her agenda, that in all honesty, she would hate to miss; a reservation at the club’s restaurant with her fellow bitch. [break][break]

She didn’t know what to make of the woman, in all honesty it was difficult to determine anything about someone so inherently keen on ripping her jugular out, as soon as her back was turned. Though there was something attractive about that combination that both cautioned, and excited her. Dallas took her seat following the waiter’s instruction, requested a water to drink and reclined casually in her seat. Music drifted across the elaborate room, silencing her riled demons and settling her down to wait. The chair across from her was empty, meaning the woman was either late or was simply taking her own time. It wouldn’t have surprised her much if the woman didn’t show at all… but she was more than certain she could hold her own, should she chose to stand her up. Then again… maybe she just got distracted by a wayward mouse? Felines. Good thing patience was her best virtue.

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[attr="class","tagsie"]Fadeyka Ann Leysa so done