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Chris Gergler March 23 at 3:51pm
        The majestic voice over the speakers rang out to the music. The speakers pumped out decibels that were hazardous to the people in the room. The dark lights made sure that people were just one big bouncing, morphing mass. Arms were above heads, and the room's floor crawling with people seemed to swirl and twist and bounce, the arms forming what appeared to be like cilia over the skin of a creature waved back and forth to the powerful wind force brought about by the massive speakers place along the cages. Red, blue, orange, and yellow lights flashed and danced over the impermeable mesh of human life. At the front of the room was a massive stage with four enormous speakers that dwarfed those that flooded the rest of the room. Graffiti decorated the almost blackened walls of the massive party room. Doors were at all three sides, away from the stage. The laser show danced around as if it were a part of the music, and the people flowed back and forth, shouting the chorus, only for their innumerous voices to be drowned out by the incredible sound system. The members of the crowd all wore short dresses, or baggy, loose fitting clothes. Most of the clothing that garbed the people was black and dark shades of colors. Suspended from the rafters were massive cages full of dancing people... The VIP's for everyone to see. The whole spectacle was a phenomenon of combinations between human's creation and human movement. Words spat commands from the woofers built along the metal structure and the concrete floor rumbled with the sound of hundreds of people bouncing and lowering themselves. The layer of various hair styles and skulls, decorated by the many arms and hands that jutted up slowly sank down, then jumped back up in accordance to the sonic recreation.
        The DJ's arm was raised in a fist as his head bounced and swayed to and fro. His fist was in the air, pumping out to the crowd, and the crowd pumped their fists back. In other rooms, the music pumped and more people were dancing, but much more easily than the main room. Swirled stained glass windows lead each room into each other with the lights, but the sound was dampened significantly. There were tables along the outside of the secondary room, many of them with booth style benches, all black and red... These tables were well lit, in comparison to the main room. Some of these benches had couples getting to 'know' each other and others had large groups of people laughing and chatting over drinks. One table had a coulpe of men sitting across from each other. Their hair was short, but unruly and frazzled. A black bag sits on the seat between them, and they speak hushedly back and forth.
        There was another club, several blocks away, music pumping, song identical to the DJ host such a distance away. Three floors of non-important people, dancing and partying... Having a great time. The DJ's image was displayed on Dozens of screens on a stage. It seemed he had control over the clubs, since they were all one business. The DJ's logo danced across the screen, and the room bounces to the music, halting as songs change.
        Meanwhile, outside of the second club, there were several cars pulling up around the building. Four of the vehicles were small, carrying only a few people inside, while there were two massive trucks, bearing the load of something much bigger. A pair of the people in the cars step out, dressed fully in black military style shirts, vests, pants, and leg guards. Repeating faces built onto helmets turned and gazed around. They appeared like riot control in one sense, but the standard issue black assault rifles spoke otherwise. More of the people stepped out while the first two began circling around the building. The bass lines from the song bled through the large metal walls, and down three stories. The steel structure of the building, hidden amongst concrete gave way to the pounding heartbeat. These clubs were the life of the city for the most part. The group surrounded the building, backs against the wall, guns raised towards the skies. A static riddled voice came out from one of the figures, helmeted and mildly armored in bullet proof vests, and basic armors, "We should just keep the music playin'! It's good shit!" Radio-formed laughes came from some of the others who were secretly tapping their feet to the music, which soon drew to an end.
        A second song came on and the groups in the clubs started to bounce again. The pulse continued as the never sleeping city kept on dancing. Sweat flowed as the scent in the air, and it was sweet... Generated from the young bodies that flounced all of what they had to attract one another. The entire room smelled like a sick passion of impure intent played through a pure performance. The DJ's stage was riddled with beautiful young women. Moisture from working up the heat of the body glistened off their skin which was amply revealed for the public.
        The back-booth men began to rise up. One of them picked up the bag and set it down on the table, slowly unzipping the top of it. One of them reached in flexing his fingers to the beats that pounded like a second heart beat. When the song began picking up, the man drew out an envelope, and a silenced pistol... attached to each other. His partner took the pistol and detached the envelope, while the first of the two dug through the bag once more, retrieving a pair of sunglasses, putting them on. He pressed his index finger to the right arm of the glasses, and introduced a new range of lighting to his eyes. The two ove them reached their arms out to each other, rolling sleeves up, and pulling a secret strand tight. Their veins showed to each other... The two dark clothed men drew out quick-inject needles from their pockets and stabbed each other in the arm with them. One of them curled their mouth into a snarl while the other smirked. The man with the glasses drew his thumb across a scar that played over his jaw and towards his throat, as he began laughing. The music pumped harder and louder to them than before. The men's faces hinted towards red slowly and their muscles all flexed at once. There had been a bouncer who had seen the whole thing walking over.
"Fella's, I'm gonna have to--" the order was cut short by a swift blur of black leather into the wind-pipe. The snarling man watched his victim drop, hitting the floor on a pound, unnoticeably because of the boom of the speakers, which still flooded into the place. The security for this entertainment hot-spot buzzed around, and some of the nearby dancers turned, pulling knives on the two. The laughing individual swiped the gun up, clicking the trigger a few times, pulsing pieces of metal through the air, weaving through the smells mixing that hint of gun-powder into the atmosphere. The snarling one rounded the corner into the main room with his ally following closely.
        The first few moved into the first room, the lobby, looking through the small crowd of people. They stepped over, guns raised to their shoulders, aimed at the poor people. In reaction to the guns, they placed their hands on their heads, and kneeled down, head to the ground. The armed men bound the hands of the first group and set a small batch of their insurgeon team to keep watch, while the rest kept going. The music was growing louder and the pump of the bass mixed with the stream of treble leaking from the walls. Swarms of soldiers sprinted throughout the sound filled building. They moved all who they met into the lobby with the others, while the doors to the club were being closed in on.

Description
Chris Gergler March 23 at 3:51pm
        The majestic voice over the speakers rang out to the music. The speakers pumped out decibels that were hazardous to the people in the room. The dark lights made sure that people were just one big bouncing, morphing mass. Arms were above heads, and the room's floor crawling with people seemed to swirl and twist and bounce, the arms forming what appeared to be like cilia over the skin of a creature waved back and forth to the powerful wind force brought about by the massive speakers place along the cages. Red, blue, orange, and yellow lights flashed and danced over the impermeable mesh of human life. At the front of the room was a massive stage with four enormous speakers that dwarfed those that flooded the rest of the room. Graffiti decorated the almost blackened walls of the massive party room. Doors were at all three sides, away from the stage. The laser show danced around as if it were a part of the music, and the people flowed back and forth, shouting the chorus, only for their innumerous voices to be drowned out by the incredible sound system. The members of the crowd all wore short dresses, or baggy, loose fitting clothes. Most of the clothing that garbed the people was black and dark shades of colors. Suspended from the rafters were massive cages full of dancing people... The VIP's for everyone to see. The whole spectacle was a phenomenon of combinations between human's creation and human movement. Words spat commands from the woofers built along the metal structure and the concrete floor rumbled with the sound of hundreds of people bouncing and lowering themselves. The layer of various hair styles and skulls, decorated by the many arms and hands that jutted up slowly sank down, then jumped back up in accordance to the sonic recreation.
        The DJ's arm was raised in a fist as his head bounced and swayed to and fro. His fist was in the air, pumping out to the crowd, and the crowd pumped their fists back. In other rooms, the music pumped and more people were dancing, but much more easily than the main room. Swirled stained glass windows lead each room into each other with the lights, but the sound was dampened significantly. There were tables along the outside of the secondary room, many of them with booth style benches, all black and red... These tables were well lit, in comparison to the main room. Some of these benches had couples getting to 'know' each other and others had large groups of people laughing and chatting over drinks. One table had a coulpe of men sitting across from each other. Their hair was short, but unruly and frazzled. A black bag sits on the seat between them, and they speak hushedly back and forth.
        There was another club, several blocks away, music pumping, song identical to the DJ host such a distance away. Three floors of non-important people, dancing and partying... Having a great time. The DJ's image was displayed on Dozens of screens on a stage. It seemed he had control over the clubs, since they were all one business. The DJ's logo danced across the screen, and the room bounces to the music, halting as songs change.
        Meanwhile, outside of the second club, there were several cars pulling up around the building. Four of the vehicles were small, carrying only a few people inside, while there were two massive trucks, bearing the load of something much bigger. A pair of the people in the cars step out, dressed fully in black military style shirts, vests, pants, and leg guards. Repeating faces built onto helmets turned and gazed around. They appeared like riot control in one sense, but the standard issue black assault rifles spoke otherwise. More of the people stepped out while the first two began circling around the building. The bass lines from the song bled through the large metal walls, and down three stories. The steel structure of the building, hidden amongst concrete gave way to the pounding heartbeat. These clubs were the life of the city for the most part. The group surrounded the building, backs against the wall, guns raised towards the skies. A static riddled voice came out from one of the figures, helmeted and mildly armored in bullet proof vests, and basic armors, "We should just keep the music playin'! It's good shit!" Radio-formed laughes came from some of the others who were secretly tapping their feet to the music, which soon drew to an end.
        A second song came on and the groups in the clubs started to bounce again. The pulse continued as the never sleeping city kept on dancing. Sweat flowed as the scent in the air, and it was sweet... Generated from the young bodies that flounced all of what they had to attract one another. The entire room smelled like a sick passion of impure intent played through a pure performance. The DJ's stage was riddled with beautiful young women. Moisture from working up the heat of the body glistened off their skin which was amply revealed for the public.
        The back-booth men began to rise up. One of them picked up the bag and set it down on the table, slowly unzipping the top of it. One of them reached in flexing his fingers to the beats that pounded like a second heart beat. When the song began picking up, the man drew out an envelope, and a silenced pistol... attached to each other. His partner took the pistol and detached the envelope, while the first of the two dug through the bag once more, retrieving a pair of sunglasses, putting them on. He pressed his index finger to the right arm of the glasses, and introduced a new range of lighting to his eyes. The two ove them reached their arms out to each other, rolling sleeves up, and pulling a secret strand tight. Their veins showed to each other... The two dark clothed men drew out quick-inject needles from their pockets and stabbed each other in the arm with them. One of them curled their mouth into a snarl while the other smirked. The man with the glasses drew his thumb across a scar that played over his jaw and towards his throat, as he began laughing. The music pumped harder and louder to them than before. The men's faces hinted towards red slowly and their muscles all flexed at once. There had been a bouncer who had seen the whole thing walking over.
"Fella's, I'm gonna have to--" the order was cut short by a swift blur of black leather into the wind-pipe. The snarling man watched his victim drop, hitting the floor on a pound, unnoticeably because of the boom of the speakers, which still flooded into the place. The security for this entertainment hot-spot buzzed around, and some of the nearby dancers turned, pulling knives on the two. The laughing individual swiped the gun up, clicking the trigger a few times, pulsing pieces of metal through the air, weaving through the smells mixing that hint of gun-powder into the atmosphere. The snarling one rounded the corner into the main room with his ally following closely.
        The first few moved into the first room, the lobby, looking through the small crowd of people. They stepped over, guns raised to their shoulders, aimed at the poor people. In reaction to the guns, they placed their hands on their heads, and kneeled down, head to the ground. The armed men bound the hands of the first group and set a small batch of their insurgeon team to keep watch, while the rest kept going. The music was growing louder and the pump of the bass mixed with the stream of treble leaking from the walls. Swarms of soldiers sprinted throughout the sound filled building. They moved all who they met into the lobby with the others, while the doors to the club were being closed in on.