Part 8: The Cell
The Club
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It was an industrial club called "Cell". The walls and ceiling and floor were black concrete. The music was hard, loud and caused the floor to vibrate with the bass. Ravyn looked around, surprised to see many different styles of dress. Preppy, club kids, gangstas, and Goths all hung out here. But the main style of dress was anything black, leather or latex. She and her sisters fit in well.
They had changed back into their street clothes. Heavynne wearing wearing a short white dress, black leather jacket, black ankle boots. Calliope wore a clingy red dress that revealed all, heels, and a black motorcycle jacket. Ravyn had on her black tank and leather skirt, with her leather jacket. Glad to be out of that halter top, she was more comfortable not showing her back, and the black ink there. The raven was for herself, and she never wore backless clothing.
Lita found a comfortable section in the corner, black leather couches and chairs surrounded two metal tables, that looked as if they had been part of some sort of machinery at some time.
Her boyfriend sat in the chair, Lita on his lap. Austin sat beside Calliope on the couch, Heavynne was talking with Trish quietly on the other couch, Mick and Jericho sitting on either side of the women. Ravyn took a seat on the couch with Calliope and Austin, Kane sitting beside her.
"You take up too much room," she said in his mind, knowing it was hopeless for him to hear her speak.
She got a derisive snort back. "It's Austin's fat ass," he told her. Ravyn giggled, surprised at Kane's humour.
A waitress in a short black latex dress, which left little to the imagination, came over and took their drink orders. Ravyn listened as everyone ordered theirs. Austin a beer, Lita a fuzzy navel, Matt had gin and ginger, Trish took a glass of white wine, Mick had a coke, Jericho took Southern and cran, Heavynne had long island iced tea, and Calliope had her usual pina colada. Ravyn smiled at Kane. "What are you drinking?" she asked, still unsure about what she wanted for herself.
"Bloody Mary," he rasped. Ravyn made a face-tomato juice and vodka never appealed to her.
"I'll have a Guinness, if you have it," she told the waitress. The girl smiled, black painted lips turning up in a garish grin.
"Sure we do, hon," she told her, and headed over to the bar to fill their order.
"Brave girl," Austin laughed down at her, his arm around Calliope's shoulders. "Even I can't drink that shit."
A song came on that Lita must have recognized. She jumped up, pulling all the girls to their feet to join her on the dance floor.
The guitar was hard, the music pulsing on the nearly empty square of black cement. The Disc Jockey looked up and smiled at them when they began dancing.
The woman's voice was rough, and the lyrics were about an ex Ravyn assumed she had broken up with. The chorus got her feet moving, with it's positive self-image lyrics.
"I love myself today
Not like yesterday
I'm cool, I'm calm
I'm gonna be okay
I love myself today
Not like yesterday
Take another look at me now
'Cause it's your last look
Your last look forever!"
Ravyn couldn't help but smile at the words, knowing that every girl on the dance floor must be able to relate to.
Kane
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Lita managed to coax Trish, Heavynne, Calliope and Ravyn onto the dance floor during the song she liked. What was it? "I Love Myself Today", by that naked woman. He watched her move on the dance floor. She danced like she wrestled, gracefully, as if she were made of pure energy. Silky black hair moved as if it had it's own life, swirling around her pale shoulders. She wore that low cut black tank top again, with the boots and short leather skirt. The tattoo wasn't visible. The tribal raven, inscribed with black ink and magic.
Totem animal, he heard in his mind. That's what it was called. It guided her.
"What are you looking at?" Ravyn asked in his mind. Kane noticed he was staring in her general direction, but wasn't really looking at her.
"Zoning out," he told her, almost flinching at the sound of his painful voice. Even in telepathy, the horrible sound wouldn't change.
"Why are you thinking about my tattoo?" she asked, a playful smile on her face, as the song ended and she returned to the couch to retrieve the drink that the waitress had deposited, without Kane noticing.
"It's-interesting," he said aloud, replacing the block in his mind. He couldn't keep it down for long, in case 'Taker or the Masters were around, or doing some psychic scanning.
"You can look at it," she said gently. Ravyn was sitting, her back to him, pulling her hair aside and the back of her shirt up, all in one fluid motion.
It was a beautiful work, inscribed carefully, the ink not bleeding at all through the tiny crevices skin offered. Kane reached one gloved hand up, gently tracing the pattern with his fingers. It was raised, the tattoo hadn't merely left ink on her, but it left scars as well. It made the markings more tangible. As he traced over the left wing, across the neck, over the beak, to the right wing, Kane could feel the Power in the scarred and inked flesh. It was strong, and bittersweet. Powerful, but it took it's toll on the carrier. Darkness slid in and under her skin, leaving traces of it, like marble, in her soul.
Kane took his hand away quickly, not wanting to pry to far into Ravyn.
The night went uneventfully, 'Taker and the Masters, nor the MoD, showed up at Cell. The group danced and drank until closing time came, then stumbled out into the night to head home.
The Club
========
It was an industrial club called "Cell". The walls and ceiling and floor were black concrete. The music was hard, loud and caused the floor to vibrate with the bass. Ravyn looked around, surprised to see many different styles of dress. Preppy, club kids, gangstas, and Goths all hung out here. But the main style of dress was anything black, leather or latex. She and her sisters fit in well.
They had changed back into their street clothes. Heavynne wearing wearing a short white dress, black leather jacket, black ankle boots. Calliope wore a clingy red dress that revealed all, heels, and a black motorcycle jacket. Ravyn had on her black tank and leather skirt, with her leather jacket. Glad to be out of that halter top, she was more comfortable not showing her back, and the black ink there. The raven was for herself, and she never wore backless clothing.
Lita found a comfortable section in the corner, black leather couches and chairs surrounded two metal tables, that looked as if they had been part of some sort of machinery at some time.
Her boyfriend sat in the chair, Lita on his lap. Austin sat beside Calliope on the couch, Heavynne was talking with Trish quietly on the other couch, Mick and Jericho sitting on either side of the women. Ravyn took a seat on the couch with Calliope and Austin, Kane sitting beside her.
"You take up too much room," she said in his mind, knowing it was hopeless for him to hear her speak.
She got a derisive snort back. "It's Austin's fat ass," he told her. Ravyn giggled, surprised at Kane's humour.
A waitress in a short black latex dress, which left little to the imagination, came over and took their drink orders. Ravyn listened as everyone ordered theirs. Austin a beer, Lita a fuzzy navel, Matt had gin and ginger, Trish took a glass of white wine, Mick had a coke, Jericho took Southern and cran, Heavynne had long island iced tea, and Calliope had her usual pina colada. Ravyn smiled at Kane. "What are you drinking?" she asked, still unsure about what she wanted for herself.
"Bloody Mary," he rasped. Ravyn made a face-tomato juice and vodka never appealed to her.
"I'll have a Guinness, if you have it," she told the waitress. The girl smiled, black painted lips turning up in a garish grin.
"Sure we do, hon," she told her, and headed over to the bar to fill their order.
"Brave girl," Austin laughed down at her, his arm around Calliope's shoulders. "Even I can't drink that shit."
A song came on that Lita must have recognized. She jumped up, pulling all the girls to their feet to join her on the dance floor.
The guitar was hard, the music pulsing on the nearly empty square of black cement. The Disc Jockey looked up and smiled at them when they began dancing.
The woman's voice was rough, and the lyrics were about an ex Ravyn assumed she had broken up with. The chorus got her feet moving, with it's positive self-image lyrics.
"I love myself today
Not like yesterday
I'm cool, I'm calm
I'm gonna be okay
I love myself today
Not like yesterday
Take another look at me now
'Cause it's your last look
Your last look forever!"
Ravyn couldn't help but smile at the words, knowing that every girl on the dance floor must be able to relate to.
Kane
====
Lita managed to coax Trish, Heavynne, Calliope and Ravyn onto the dance floor during the song she liked. What was it? "I Love Myself Today", by that naked woman. He watched her move on the dance floor. She danced like she wrestled, gracefully, as if she were made of pure energy. Silky black hair moved as if it had it's own life, swirling around her pale shoulders. She wore that low cut black tank top again, with the boots and short leather skirt. The tattoo wasn't visible. The tribal raven, inscribed with black ink and magic.
Totem animal, he heard in his mind. That's what it was called. It guided her.
"What are you looking at?" Ravyn asked in his mind. Kane noticed he was staring in her general direction, but wasn't really looking at her.
"Zoning out," he told her, almost flinching at the sound of his painful voice. Even in telepathy, the horrible sound wouldn't change.
"Why are you thinking about my tattoo?" she asked, a playful smile on her face, as the song ended and she returned to the couch to retrieve the drink that the waitress had deposited, without Kane noticing.
"It's-interesting," he said aloud, replacing the block in his mind. He couldn't keep it down for long, in case 'Taker or the Masters were around, or doing some psychic scanning.
"You can look at it," she said gently. Ravyn was sitting, her back to him, pulling her hair aside and the back of her shirt up, all in one fluid motion.
It was a beautiful work, inscribed carefully, the ink not bleeding at all through the tiny crevices skin offered. Kane reached one gloved hand up, gently tracing the pattern with his fingers. It was raised, the tattoo hadn't merely left ink on her, but it left scars as well. It made the markings more tangible. As he traced over the left wing, across the neck, over the beak, to the right wing, Kane could feel the Power in the scarred and inked flesh. It was strong, and bittersweet. Powerful, but it took it's toll on the carrier. Darkness slid in and under her skin, leaving traces of it, like marble, in her soul.
Kane took his hand away quickly, not wanting to pry to far into Ravyn.
The night went uneventfully, 'Taker and the Masters, nor the MoD, showed up at Cell. The group danced and drank until closing time came, then stumbled out into the night to head home.