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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 5:03 am
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Welcome to Purgatory
Scenesters and celebs wash away sins at our mega-club, whose stylish, multi-level layout has three distinct themes.
A devilishly large dance space where everyone can live out his wild desires occupies Level Hell, whose industrial design features polished steel, tin and aluminum surfaces, and a concrete bar. Our demonic wiat-staff will tempt you with variety of drinks and apetizers.
Level Purgatory provides cushy banquettes and intimate tables that are perfect for mixing and mingling. For those who desire more privacy booths are available and the barman knows a drink for every occasion.
Finally, Level Heaven, awash in white, is a sleek aerie that boasts its own DJs, an angelic wait-staff, and an accommodating circular bar. Large area with extravagant view onto the city and dance-floor extending to the roof.
Higher even than Heaven is an exclusive winter garden bar known as Upper Heaven – its tables must be reserved in advance.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 10:32 am
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Maribelle walked out of the photo-shoot building with a bunch of friends. Today was just like any other day. Interviews, looking over movie deals, photoshoots, and getting ready for fashion shows, and she loved it. The girls went to get dinner in a cafe down the street, but none of ate much. All Maribelle had was a small salad with a cup of ice water. After leaving the restaurants the girls sad their goodbyes.
Left on the corner in New York, Maribelle called a taxi. In the taxi she changed from jeans to a sleek and skin tight short black dress. With the top looking like a corset. This was just one of her many breathtaking dresses, she got from designers after the runway. She fixed her hair a little, did her makeup, and changed into sexy black strapped heels.
The taxi driver dropped her out in front of purgatory. It was a nice club meant for all of the upper society. There was countless actors, singers, and models here. Occasionally there was regular girls, who are rich or decent looking enough to get let in. Today Maribelle was ready to party. It was actually her birthday, and she wanted to dance away the pain of her parents not even bothering to wish her happy birthday, like every year.
With a sigh she walked into the club where she already got a few people looking at her and checking her out. She playfully smiled and rolled her eyes then went past the hell floor and went up to purgatory. This was the most empty floor, where people can mingle and do their business, while the other floors are for dancing.
Maribelle went strait to the bar, this was the place where her favorite bartender worked. The moment she sat down Tom had already made her a dirty martini. "Here you go my dear, happy birthday" he said flirtatiously. Not only was he her favorite bartender, he was her good friend who loves to flirt with each other, but the knew that nothing was going to happen, for Tom was more interested in men. Maribelle smiled "Why thank you my dear, do you have a present for me?" she replied.
Tom smiled "Of course, come here I have someone I want you to meet." he said as he lead Maribelle to Eleanor, the two laughing and joking along the way. He looked at the two girls "Eleanor, this is Maribelle, why don't the two of you get to know each other. This crazy girl is lots of fun, you two should keep each other company" he said then he walked away to tend to other people.
Maribelle rolled her eyes playfully at him then she looked at the girl and took a sip of her drink. The girl was doable, she was actually pretty cute. "Hi there" she said sweetly. "Would you like to go sit at one of the booths? It seems to be getting quite crowded here" she said playfully. Next to her some guy was already checking her out. She gave him a quick wink and smile.
Not too long later Tom came back "Three numbers already, that should be a record" he said to Maribelle handing them three napkins with numbers on them then leaving.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 6:20 pm
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((OOC: What is a witch hammer?))
Maribelle finished her drink and once she was done two more came for her, from some guys at the bar. She looked over to them and mouthed cheers and thanks then she drank some of it. "You know, just wondering.... are you new here? I haven't seen you before." she said looking at what the woman was wearing. Maribelle wasn't very judgmental, but she was a little surprised by what she was wearing. Maribelle herself, was always here, whether it was with friends, or just for fun. She usually loved to party, so this was a place for her.
Maribelle then looked at the woman for she heard what she said under her breath earlier about how Tom would owe her a bottle for this. She sighed. "You know.. if you don't want to talk it's fine, I'm just going to go find some other people. I don't want to be an inconvenience" she said. She wasn't necessarily annoyed, she just didn't want to deal with people who seemed annoyed of her or uninterested. It was her birthday after all, and the last thing she wanted to deal with was someone who was just going to be annoyed and pissed.
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