drowning in C L I C H E S {Arianna

[theondre demetrios midwinter]

And boys are so cruel so don’t let them find you tonight
And girls are so vain so put them behind you tonight.
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Theo grinned widely as he entered Fuss without a care in the world. There were two reasons why he chose this particular club to haunt. Reason one, it was a hot spot for demons. They liked the mundanes flocking here and how easy it could be to hide amongst the manufactured fog coming from the machines scattered around the club. Reason two had absolutely nothing to do with demon-hunting, though it probably should have. He liked the atmosphere and the girls were an interesting bunch. Not to mention, it was like killing two birds with one stone. It was the perfect balance of work and play if you will.

Tonight was going to be a perfect balance of both, but not particularly in the mood for mundanes, he still bore the rune that himself from their view. There were enough Shadowhunters and Downworlders in the club to bless him with entertainment he very much desired. Donning his usual leather pants and a t-shirt that just screamed him, Theo was the perfect combination of average bad boy and kick-ass Shadowhunter. Not that, that mattered much in the light of things when he could only be seen by the most ridiculous things in the world — well that was probably what an average mundane would think of the real world if he or she happened across. Then again, as far as Theo was concerned, being average was vastly overrated.

He loved who and what he was. He loved everything he stood for. There was no reason why he shouldn’t. His parents, aunt, and uncles and their friends and parents were all part of the very thing that changed they most Shadowhunters and Downworlders viewed each other for thousands of years. Okay yeah so maybe he was a tad bit conceited in regards to himself and his family, but that didn’t change the fact that people still knew if only because of a small number of them.

Grinning, Theo made his way through the crowd. He could’ve done without the techno music, but aside from that he loved the place. Putting himself in the shadow of a dark corner, he leaned carelessly against the wall and watched the dancing crowd for anything that could possibly spark his interest be it demonic or entertaining. Theo honestly wasn’t feeling picky tonight. He just wanted some type of action. Just if it was a fight, he better be facing something that presented a modicum of challenge. Theo hated fighting things that really had no reason to even try to fight they were so bad at. It was boring killing a demon if it more or less sat there and all but begged you to drive a seraph blade through its heart.

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TAG Arianna
WORDS 454
OUTFIT click here
NOTES sorry it took so long
LYRICS play dead - THE BIRTHDAY MASSACRE

[arianna helen ravenscar]

In these barren streets
The neon lights will be your guide !

Arianna made her way into Fuss slowly, steps confident even as she moved into unfamiliar space. This was her first time here, though you may not be able to tell off the bat. She'd only given the place a cursory sweep with her eyes. It wasn't unlike many other clubs she'd been to back in London; flashing lights, fog, loud music, dance floor, and a bar. Nothing worth oggling overmuch. Curiosity had drawn her here, as it often drew her everywhere.

For her first night, she'd opted to go out glamoured. The reason would be obvious with a single look at her. She wore a black strapless dress, form hugging and cut just above the knee. Modest heels and a stunning pair of silver bracelets completed the ensemble, and her hair was braided back from her face. This dress just so happened to show off the permanent runes that spiraled over her shoulders, which she was more than happy to display. Even if it meant she'd need to go out glamoured. She was terribly proud of being a Shadowhunter, after all. As one may have noticed, this particular outfitted prevented her from carrying or hiding any sort of weaponry. Not that that was any sort of deterrent; anything had the potential to be a weapon, including her fancy heels.

In any case, her glamour took the mundanes milling around out of the equation, in terms of interaction. That, she didn't mind too much. Not that she took issue with mundanes; that was certainly not the case. She was just terribly curious about the downworlders moving around the club. The building was surprisingly crowded, and she had to make her way through the crowd to take a spot at the bar. Not so much to get a drink as to get her bearings. Leaning casually against the bar, she allowed her eyes to move slowly over the crowd. Her gaze lingered as she found what appeared to be a fellow Nephilim who had taken up residence in the dark corner. Not much could be seen from her vantage point, so she dove once more into the crowd and made her way towards him. Approaching, a small smile formed on her lips. "Hello. Come here often?" she asked, charming yet deliberately cheesy. Closer now, she couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. She didn't recall seeing him around the Institute; she definitely wouldn't forget this face.

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NOTES: No problem!
WORDS: Four oh five
LYRICS: This Town, Your Grave Innerpartysystem
TAGGED:Theo
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[theondre demetrios midwinter]

And boys are so cruel so don’t let them find you tonight
And girls are so vain so put them behind you tonight.
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Theo was just about to go get a drink at the bar when his eyes caught onto a girl as she entered. Immediately, he knew she was a nephilim. It wasn’t even from the marks on her skin that she showed off proudly. It was the way she was carrying herself, as well. There was a fluid grace that he noticed many nephilim shared and only an extremely rare handful of mundanes could imitate to any degree. This intrigued him greatly, because he knew most of the Shadowhunters who lived in New York or passed through. She was new, a stranger to him. That alone caught his interest.

He watched make her way to the bar and begin to look around. When her eyes fell on him, he couldn’t help but smirk that killer expression of his. He wanted to laugh as she began to walk over to him. Now that reaction was simply for his own little inside joke. See, he knew that he wasn’t the best person to hang around on average. He tended to get himself into trouble. He loved it, though, and wouldn’t stop if his life depended on it. However, he was bored and that was a volatile situation for anyone who knew him.

“Hello. Come here often?”

His smirk grew at her question. Oh yeah, she definitely knew. Even the infrequent visitor knew Theo’s normal haunts. Not because they necessarily ran into him there but because it was the perfect mix of things he loved most: females (strictly for entertainment) and demons (strictly for the hunt). It was a given really once you knew his personality. It amused him how clueless this girl was.

It was sad but true. Theo was probably the most arrogant creature on the planet right there under his uncle. Hell, some days he could even give the older man a run for his money. Bloodline or not, he had to admit he learned from the best. Then again, one didn’t need to be related to be seen without question as family. They just had to earn it. And in Theo’s opinion, there was no reason to question Jace and Clary and their children as such. Jace may have only been an adopted sibling to Theo’s mother and Uncle but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that him and his family didn’t belong there.

“I practically live here,” Theo admitted smoothly. “Which is why I can spot a new face a mile off. The name’s Theo Midwinter."

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TAG Arianna
WORDS 418
OUTFIT click here
NOTES
LYRICS play dead - THE BIRTHDAY MASSACRE

[arianna helen ravenscar]

In these barren streets
The neon lights will be your guide

The smirk said it all. This guy just oozed arrogance. The way he leaned ever so casually against the wall, the way he held himself, and of course, in that perfectly executed smirk. A troublemaker through and through, by the looks of it, the sort you didn't bring home to mother. Likely left a trail of broken hearts in his wake. None of this was overly off-putting to Arianna. She herself was rather confident, arrogant on more than one occasion. Whether he had a reason for such self importance, remained to be seen.

A Midwinter, hm? Well, that certainly explained a bit. To be a member of the family who had helped irrevocably change the Nephilim world, saved it, and begun to mend Nephilim/Downworlder relations, was something to preen over, to be sure. Few other Nephilim could make the same claim. Her heritage wasn't even as remotely illustrious, after all.

He freely admitted to spending plenty of time here, her cheesy statement oddly spot on. "Must be quite the club, then. A pleasure, Theo. I'm Arianna Ravenscar." she said. "And yes, you've caught me. Just in from London." she added, her distinctive accent backing up this statement. "Thought I'd check out the local scene." She made a vague sweeping gesture to indicate the rest of the club. "I must say, so far, I'm not impressed." she said, and grinned.

Was she trying to pick a fight? Maybe a little, but not consciously. Theo had admitted that his was one of his haunts. Upon first glance, the place wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If this was so, why did he come here so often? Maybe this would prompt him to tell her why. Or maybe there really was nothing to this place, just another night clubs among a myriad of other night clubs, and maybe he just came here because it was close, convenient.

She thought she felt eyes on her, the hairs alone the back of her neck prickling in response. This may or may not have been another subconscious attempt at picking a fight. Why should anyone be watching her? Two Shadowhunters conversing ought not draw attention, really, not in this day and age. She cast a casual glance over her shoulder, a quick sweep coming up empty. More than likely, she was just being paranoid, uncomfortable in an unfamiliar place. Her focus returned to Theo as she pushed such thoughts from her head. She was here to have fun.

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NOTES:
WORDS: Four thirteen
LYRICS: This Town, Your Grave Innerpartysystem
TAGGED:Theo
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[theondre demetrios midwinter]

And boys are so cruel so don’t let them find you tonight
And girls are so vain so put them behind you tonight.
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“Nice meeting you, Arianna from London,” he said, still smirking.

Theo listened to her speak and almost laughed at her barb toward the place. The key word, of course being almost, he managed to hold it in. If she was attempting to pick a fight with him, he wouldn’t take the bait. At least not yet. There was still a little more fun he could have with her before he had to stoop down to that line of meaningless banter.

"I must say, so far, I'm not impressed."

Throwing his head back, he laughed openly at the jab. She was definitely trying to goad him. Too bad he was too smart to take that bait. Then again, he knew what she obviously did not. He looked around trying to find something, hoping a demon was lurking around. He got bored easily and was curious about how this girl in front of him would react to the fact she was underestimating this place. It amused him for the most part, because he was sure she was a good fighter.

“Have you actually looked around here at all?” he asked mildly. “This isn’t simply a mundane haunt. Everything likes the party life.”

He swept his hand in a gesture to showboat those around them. As if proving his statement, it was easy to see that other things were mingling around. Vampires, werewolves, and warlocks were just a few. Still there were more mundanes, and that made this place a demon magnet. Theo just couldn’t pinpoint any just yet, though there was almost always one there.

“It’s best to remember to keep your eyes open,” he said. “When is anything ever exactly what it seems when you think about it? I mean you’re looking around and all you see is a mundane hang out with the occasional Downworlder and nephilim coming along. You aren’t keeping in mind that mundies are favorite pickings for most demons so places like this make hunting them a little easier because mundies practically throw themselves into their own deaths.”

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TAG Arianna
WORDS 341
OUTFIT click here
NOTES sorry for the wait
LYRICS play dead - THE BIRTHDAY MASSACRE