003 | OPEN. red lipstick on the end of a cigarette.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, and OPEN.
What: A show premieres at The Vault.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening til the wee hours of the morning.
Notes: I will set up sections in the comments for people to hang out.
Warnings: WELL IT'S AN ADULT CLUB, SO.

The show starts at nine o'clock, and the bar is full pretty quickly thereafter, but the variety in the club is pretty striking. Xenians in their best suits, non-Xenians in leather and ripped fishnets, everything in between. There doesn't seem to be a lot of cultural divide here between human and not, even given recent issues. Hasibe makes good on her promise to have members of her cohort given seating preference, as she's sweet-talked the cocktail dress-clad hostesses, and the bartenders (in their vague approximations of suits with very open shirts) are aware that she's invited a lot of heavy drinkers. ...she just assumes people in her cohort want to drink--they've been kidnapped to a strange city with many new things to offer, so why wouldn't they?

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[neverbreaks.livejournal.com]

Something, something not entirely hidden and cloaked in their words and dances, but just something makes her stop her quiet peeling away of the layers, the flesh protecting whatever kind of core lay beneath their vision of so-called "justice".

"Then it's very simple," she simply replies. She doesn't know if this makes Ilde an ally, or an enemy, if it makes her someone to be trusted, someone of a similar credo, or the same kind of bloody monstrosity she was supposed meant to destroy. Where was the line? Who drew it? Who knew what fell on which side?

Only humans were innocent, and simultaneously, there was nothing innocent about them. It was a painful fact, and yet she still wanted to protect them. "I do love when things are simple."

[rhinemaid]

Their respective philosophies on humanity might get in the way of too much closeness; humans tore Ilde's life and world apart, humans locked her in a cage and treated her body like an object of curiosity and contempt, a human jeered at her when she had the temerity to talk like she thinks she's a person. Humanity was the first enemy she learned, us and them drawn in lines on her own skin, and it's hard to forget what's been beaten into you. Especially if, sometimes, you are just too tired to try.

"It was nice to see you in person," she says, touching Jules' arm-- but the conversation took her places she doesn't like going, and she needs to be elsewhere, for a while. Maybe she'll have another drink, too; maybe she'll just find Ivan and bite him if he asks her any questions.

[neverbreaks.livejournal.com]

The sad reality being that Jules had suffered little better at the hands of humans, strung up and seared and cut until the monster forced it way to the surface to tear her freedom from their hands and their life from their throats; from sulfur slaves, humans who gave up their autonomy to serve devils and banish monsters and hybrids. Emilia, who said she loved her, and apparently was simply biding her time until she could escape without backlash. That was humanity, and with even that, with all they had done, they were still right. It was Jules' kind that inflicted pain, and the abominations that brought hybrids into being that had shattered the humans world and forced them into that violence. Humans were pain and suffering, but maybe that was all they had, anymore. Maybe that was all Jules' and her kind deserved.

She's lost in her thoughts, because even with the breaks in the hedgerow, they ultimately remain a maze. It's a surprise, almost, when Ilde touches her arm, and Jules barely manages a weak smile. "You too. Good night," she somehow manages, before her gaze settles back on her hands.