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Date Posted: 13:13:09 06/01/02 Sat
Author: Skyler
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.150.138.255
Subject: Say what you say, but you ain't shown me nothin [Performance]

::Nocturnal angel ingresses with usual flourish within the tenebrous entity. This time the full cadre following behind her instead of just the lone mascu, totalling 5 in all. Fatal herself does not carry her own guitar, for this performance she would not play more than the hectic intro that was ‘her’ style and not many could mock. The group makes it’s slow procession towards the vacated stage, the only other person tempted enough to debut hesitates spying nocturnal deity. A slight simper dancing forth at the hesitation of another, glad to be intimidating to other’s, it just proved the prowess with which she ruled the stage. Rogue feminique leads the way towards the stage, clad in a pair of low riding leather pants that cling sinfully to slender hips, bodice garbed in the common form fitting t-shirt, booted pedates mounting the steps accepting a guitar from one of the males. Ebonite tendrils restrained in an erratic bun, secured with chopsticks, the odd strand sticking out at dissarrayed angles. Smoldering embers peer about her making sure the cadre was positioned as they willed, the mascu which had relinquished his guitar to the rogue stands slightly behind her, digits teasingly playing with exposed flesh of lower back a cocky grin on his chiseled façade. Ignoring the mascu and his teasing fingers she settles the guitar infront of her, not bothering to secure the strap over crania, digits take up the few notes of the intro to the introduction, the masculines taking their cue, halting for a beat before the whole procession starts at once to finish the erratic intro. The intro finished femme quickly takes up the slight rapping lyrics allowing the hectically spewn modulations take the horde by surprise, usually not prefering the rapping but she loved the newly written song...relinquishing the guitar to the waiting mascu, digits reach for the mic quickly slipping it outta the stand::
Our time has come, watch me set it off
It's been a while but we back
So you can count it loss
::Never losing a beat, free dactly wraps itself around the stand pedates take up modulation walking to the far edge of the stage disposing of the stand before returning to the middle of the stage, bodice takes up the swaying of the beat::
We lay and wait, don't hesitate
When opportunity knocks
Break the locks and rush the gates
Seize the day, we got moves to make
It's got to be now
Cause we're half past late

Say what you say, but you ain't shown me nothin
If you want me to feel you
Then you best to show me something
::Standing once more infront of now vacated middle of the stage, lower appendages take up a spreaded stance, giving herself to her lyrics, a smug smirk dancing forth, the lyrics beholding a hidden meaning leaving those intense listeners wondering to whom she was talking to::
All bark and no bite, talking all hype
I hang with the illest
You I don't recognize

Desensitize and paralyze
Sabotage headquarters
Flood your bloodlines, we sterilize
::Free hand comes to dwell pon slight indentation of pelvic bone. Slender hips take up the slight intoxicating circular motion captivating the opposite genre’s attention to those slim hips and well-toned shapely lengths, sinfully clad in black leather. Vocals flow fluidly past larynx, not disturbing vixen the least, nor destroying the sultry alto. The rapping coming with learned ease, a wicked grin dancing forth having fun with the performance::
Here we come
Chant down dem Babylon
The wicked man when he sees me I go run
Me understand
Why dem cowards don't want none
Underground blaze the sound to Armageddon
::Pedates finally commence mobilization fatale stalking the stage which she ruled with her presence bodice never once ceasing it’s sultry swaying to the beat finally coming to rest once more in the middle of the stage lifting the mic higher to labria taking a short pause waiting for the right cue before vocals pick up with hightened intensity, a mixture of her sultry alto and the ‘waiting’ mascu’s baritone battling with the lyrics to the crowd’s praisal::
Our time has come
Set it off
RISE –
Let your spirit fly
RISE-
Stand up for yourself
RISE-
Hold your head up high

Our time has come
Set it off
RISE –
Let your spirit fly
RISE-
Stand up for yourself
RISE-
Hold your head up high

Our time has come
Set it off
::Turning to face her ‘opponent’ a devilish grin beaming cross facade as they duel each other with intensity...rogue singing the first two lines just for the male to retaliate with his roguish baritone, a single word ‘rapped’ to match her own...crania tossed with defiance to his rapped word countering his part with her own lyrics, ending the bantering between the two of them moving back to the verses of the song, leaving the crowd standing in awe::
Choose my battles, unravel your crew
Dismantle, they still can't handle or fathom
What I throw at 'em

I can't imagine, they babblin'
Acting like I'm laughing, don't find it funny
But I smile at your sarcasm

You plastic, so tragic, you fake
So you mask it, no gimmicks, no antics
We real and we've outlasted
::Returning to her stalking of the stage, leaving the mascu smiling even thou he seemed to accept his defeat at the match. Smoldering oracles burn with further intensity, never ceasing her movements nor vocalizations, the length and intensity seeming to not even hinder the sultry alto that ‘purred’ forth the rapping lyrics::
Your phoniness, so you best to come correct
You want to disrespect
Why do cowards talk the loudest

Papa didn't raise no punk
On everything I love, if you ready
Then come and get it son

Overpower the strong tower
Infiltrate top ranks
Count down the final hour
::Stalking femme finally comes to halt once more in the middle of the stage, this time the dueling boar coming to her as if to challenge her once more. Free dactly moves forth to brush ebonite tendrils away from façade a few whispy strands having come undone with all the movement. Fatale seems to ingnore the male for the few remaining verses, going about her ‘routine’ to the intent spectator the performance was finally taking a toll on the fatale thou one could not tell just by listening the hectically spewed lyrics, still containing the level amount of intensity as the debut had started out with::
Here we come
Chant down dem Babylon
The wicked man when he sees me I go run

Me understand
Why dem cowards don't want none
Underground blaze the sound to Armageddon
::Attention finally turns to the male for the second bout of bantering betwixt them. Vocals finally beholding a slight breathlessness that came with the long performance. Even thou fatale was not the type to bounce around the stage as some were prone to do during a rapping number her performance captivated the night’s horde to her and was quiet impressive by itself...:

Our time has come
Set it off

RISE –
Let your spirit fly
RISE-
Stand up for yourself
RISE-
Hold your head up high

Our time has come
Set it off

RISE –
Let your spirit fly
RISE-
Stand up for yourself
RISE-
Hold your head up high

Our time has come
Set it off

Rise!
::A haughty look crossing porcelain façade having once more outdone the male, with the bantering. Lowering the mic from labria, crania lolling backwards taking a well deserved break during the bridge, swallowing gently the slight trickle of sweat apparent to those that attended her on the stage but left hidden to the audience below. Crania delving downwards once more, taking back up the slight head banging motion as fatale wanders listlessly around on the stage enjoying her break taking a moment to catch her break, pon the cue mic is quickly lifted to orific rapping modulation once more assualting the tenebrous for the ending ‘credits’ of the song...:
We made it
We made it
We made it this far
don't you quit
Don’t you quit
Don’t you quit on me
We made it
We made it this far!

Rise
Rise
Rise
Set it off
Rise
Rise
Our time has come
Set it off!
Appendage falls from it’s elevated dwelling crania lolling backwards victoriously at the ending of the lyrics, the sultry alto once more residing hidden in slender bodice, leaving those that witnessed the performance in complete amazement on of her physique could perform thus. Awaiting the ending notes of the song taking her time bodice weaving as she reclaims the stand situating it once more in the middle of the stage replacing the mic...the males finally wrapping up the notes of the song the cadre taking a bow all of them possessing devastating smiles, clearly the fatale had picked her ‘backup’ excellantly. Finally taking a bow to the applause of the crowd, the cadre makes it’s slow procession off the stage, a quick round of clasps on the shoulders, even for the fatale, before the males devaite from the sole femme meandering their way towards the exit leaving her to celebrate as she would. Fatale slowly weaves her way thru the crowd nodding her head at those daring enough to speak to her, coming to reside infront of the bar. Inhalation at elevated level finally allowing those dwelling close by to see what effort it took for her to sing that number::


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