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[b]Location:[/b] Delirium
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Virgil Hart [@lovely complex]
[b]Mood:[/b] 
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After her incident with the fake 'Eli' Cara needed some time to herself to cool down. So much had happened all at once, and she... she hadn't taken it well. Her head was spinning with confusion. Rubbing her temples to try and soothe the throbbing headache Cara beelined through the school towards her room. One thing her power was incredibly useful for was her natural sense of direction and spatial proportion. She hadn't gotten lost a long time. Of course she could always teleport to her room, but walking would [i]hopefully [/i]clear her mind some. Right now it was just too much, bouncing thoughts, confusion, questions. 

Groaning in frustration she realized that despite the hectics of the day, she was still no closer to finding Eli or Spectre, his gang. It was time to up her game. No more idle threats to blind heros, no more playing Mrs. Nice. She was going straight to the top, and better for that then one of Eli's rivals. The Italian Mafioso. The Harts. Stupid Pastafarian lovers. Conveniently enough they even had a club in town. But there was plenty enough time for that tomorrow. Tonight she needed to take care of her twisted little head. Before crashing into her bed Cara remembered to send a quick email to Mrs. Lovelace.

[center]Dear Mrs. Lovelace,

[color=6ecff6]In regards to the upcoming arena events, you asked me to select any three candidates that I would like to fight with. To that my response is this. ANY BAD BITCH![/color]

Sincerely,
Cara Reaper[/center]

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Getting to Delirium ended up being more of a hassle than actually getting in. She couldn't just teleport there, since she'd never been so she ended up taking a taxi. It was incredibly frustrating being so slow of a trip, but her driver was one of the cooler people she had ever met. Meaning that halfway there her and Charles, the driver, stopped to hotbox the taxi. The rest of the way there Cara sat in the window, hanging her body out of the car, leaning dangerously close to the pavement. [color=6ecff6]"Charlie... You are my best friend."[/color] Cara called to him when they finally pulled up outside of the club. Teleporting to her feet she leaned in the window and blew him a kiss before disappearing. In the seat a wad of hundreds lay waiting to be collected.

As for getting into the club, she had several options. She could always kill the bouncers. Bunch of fluffy bean bags would probably bounce when they hit the ground. Of course she was trying to get on the good side of the Harts. Striding up to the two of them, right passed the line she leaned against the first one she came to, resting her head against his chest. [color=6ecff6]"Darlin' won't you rock me to sleep?"[/color] The bouncer looked down in complete surprise, not at all having expected that. He probably that this lady was drugged out of her mind. "Fuck off." He shoved her in the shoulder hard enough to make her stumble.

In the blink of an eye she was back on her feet, this time leaping onto the bodyguard in a playful fashion. "Argh, what the fuck!" With her arms thrown wide over his barrel like neck, she got her glimpse of the inside of Delirium. Perfect. This time when she was thrown off she teleported before hitting the ground. She had her way inside and that was all she needed of the bouncer. She did teleport back for a brief moment behind him to plant a kiss on his cheek and whisper, [color=6ecff6]"Love ya too boo thang." [/color]

Inside the club she could hear music blasting out of one of the rooms. She ignored the temptation to dance temporarily to get a drink from the bartender. Downing 1, 2, 3 shots Cara threw back her head and laughed happily. She was nowhere near her drink limit yet, but she was already starting to feel the effects. Maybe it was the weed she had smoked, or maybe it was just this place. She was about to drink another shot when a strange accent caught her attention. Hart. Setting the shot glass down on the bar hard enough to splash the fiery content on out, she stood up and began moving in the direction of the voice. 

At the end of the bar her eyes locked on to the only person the voice could have come from. Instantly she stood next to him, probably scaring the shit out of him. Then again he was a Hart, and they did have a solid rep for being 'the baddest of the bad'. Cara would have normally rolled her eyes had she not been in the presence of the young handsome Hart. This was her second chance, and she was not going to waste it. Time to pull all the stops on this kid. Leaning flirtatiously into Virgil, Cara glanced over at him, allowing her hair to fall over her face. [color=6ecff6]"Mr. Hart... my it is a pleasure."[/color] God she hated talking like this, like some preprogrammed princess. The flirting she didn't mind too much though, he was cute after all. Not her type, but cute enough.