Alice Shaw
Character
The stage was set. Thick velvet curtains hung across a large semi-circle, the outer edge adorned with lights that glowed a dim yellow. Behind them a lone woman stood, clothed in a black dress that hugged her figure and trailed just below her feet. Alice's white blonde hair hung at her shoulders in her usual fashion and her lips had been painted in a crimson red. A shocking contrast against the dark colour of fabric and her pale skin. Just another night in another club, just another song. Though Alice enjoyed her work greatly the same scene's were getting dull. She was looking forward to the long awaited Galaxy tour, though it hadn't been announced yet.
The Host, a well respected club, was a large building designed for none other than the rich and famous. It's interior had been decorated with the most spectacular furnishings. Polished wooden tables were placed randomly around the large open space and balcony above, each with a various amount of chairs surrounding it. Around them sat well dressed men and women, discussing typical matters of money and world trades. The lights began to grow dim and the hum of the club slowly died down.
The curtains drew back and she drew in a heavy breath of smokey air. A gentle, seductive melody began pouring out of the band, settled a little way to the right of the stage. The spot lights drew in to focus on Alice and an all too familiar smile spread across her lips. After a few moments, they parted, and the first few words began to pour from her mouth like honey. The notes comforted the young woman, her body instantly relaxing to the music coupled with the sound escaping from her chest. To Alice, this was heaven.
[member="Ishmael Verd"]
The Host, a well respected club, was a large building designed for none other than the rich and famous. It's interior had been decorated with the most spectacular furnishings. Polished wooden tables were placed randomly around the large open space and balcony above, each with a various amount of chairs surrounding it. Around them sat well dressed men and women, discussing typical matters of money and world trades. The lights began to grow dim and the hum of the club slowly died down.
The curtains drew back and she drew in a heavy breath of smokey air. A gentle, seductive melody began pouring out of the band, settled a little way to the right of the stage. The spot lights drew in to focus on Alice and an all too familiar smile spread across her lips. After a few moments, they parted, and the first few words began to pour from her mouth like honey. The notes comforted the young woman, her body instantly relaxing to the music coupled with the sound escaping from her chest. To Alice, this was heaven.
[member="Ishmael Verd"]