In Another Life // Cameo

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

    As the smoke swirled and danced into the whispering winds of district three. My eyes watched the twinkling stars as they shone lighting against their black canvas. My fingers twiddled and drummed against the fine wood of my pipe as the pot in my lungs swayed softly to the beat of my heart. Once again I let the smoke drizzle lightly away from my body as a small grin peaked at my mouth. It was these calm nights that I was at my happiest . Yet I still would never forget how much my father despised these actions. How could I? His words always left unfaltering crators in my being.

    The night was still young as I began meandering back towards my home. All the lights of District three were beginning to flicker off as their owners nestled into their beds. It was this time of the day when Prism was at his pinnacle. While the others slept he flew, he soared, he was at ease. It was soft nights like this that made Prism feel that maybe his life wasn't worthless. That maybe he did have a point to the never ending beating of his wavering heart.

    As his footsteps echoed and bounced off the stone walls of the district square Prism could swear that he heard the light sound of music. Although he might be higher than a hover craft at the moment, his curiosity still drove him towards the songs amusing beat. It had been a while since Prism last heard music considering how much his father despised it. Oh how Prism loathed the grip his father maintained upon him and his sister. It was utterly ridiculous. That's why he didn't listen.

    As Prism turned the corner he noticed a small sliver of light leaking out of the dark from a slanting building. Cautiously Prism approached the door with his heart running nearly as quickly as his jumbled mind. Then as he pulled his face just close enough to the door he spotted a girl inside. She was messing with the music, creating it, and damn was she good. Prism was actually quite impressed by her actions. Not to mention she was hot as hell.

    Taking a slow breath to calm himself down Prism slowly pulled the door open and entered the blaring light. Within moments the music wrapped itself around him sending shivers as the bass dropped. Prism could see the red haired girl clearly now and he smiled softly as he walked up beside her. Carefully he poked the girl so that he wouldn't startle her. "Nice music you are making here! I really like it!" He gave her a wink as he held out his hand in friendship. "The names Prism, you?"

[cameo]

Closely I eye every move that's supposed to correlate with the music I've created. Before halfway through I already spot the corrections that need to be made, drops & buildups that will enhance this routine. Sure the talent of these dancers could draw in a crowd on it's own, but I strive for more. My hand gestures for them all to stop, and the lead dancer halts the practice. I fade the music down to a cut while sighing heavily. 

"What's wrong?" The head questions, noticing my disapproval. 

Instantly I'm shaking my head lightly to gesture that it's nothing to do with them. "Routine's great, just need a few edits on this mix." I explain with a soft grin. Don't get me wrong, I love mixing, but it's frustrating being a perfectionist. It's especially annoying when it's a party night. "You guys go have fun. Hopefully I'll join later." A concerned look is given my way, but everyone knows there's no pulling me from my work. 

Silence soon falls upon the warehouse, and I'm left alone to my business. 'Course i'm not going to waste away my entire night being responsible. A little soda and a lot of rum is poured into a cup prior to returning to my music. I start the song from the beginning, and starting noting down the add ins that'll spice it up. Then I roll the track again, begin scratching & editing to my heart's desire. 

Suddenly a finger pokes at my side and nearly has me jumping out of my skin. If it wasn't an attractive boy beside me, I probably would of punched him. Instead I simply pull my headset off and pause the music. "Huh?" I question since the track was blasting through the entire large room. He's complimenting me on my mixing, how kind. "Thanks." Can't help but smirk from ear to ear. 

"Dj." I answer after he shares his own name and wonders about mine. Instantly I can smell the sweet aroma surrounding him, someone's been smoking. "Do you wander into a lot of random warehouses, Prism?" I question jokingly and take a sip of my drink. 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

    Prism couldn't help but let out a cheeky smile as the girl nearly jumped out of her skin. Sure he wasn't intending to scare the shit out of her. But how could he not smirk at the way she whipped around to face him so quickly after he jabbed her side softly. Prism couldn't help but also grin at the ultimate beauty that was invested deep within the face of DJ. She had a sort of light and energy about her that he couldn't resist, she was one hell of a special and ultimately sexy lady.

    The warehouse they were in wasn't the biggest one he had seen but it surely wasn't small either. I suppose for her purpose of music and such. Not to mention it was the perfect place for them to have some privacy from the many peering eyes of the district. Prism could understand why she adored this place so much. It was what he would consider a nice cozy place.

    With a laugh Prism turns his high head towards DJ as she asks what brought him to her. Prism scratched his chin softly considering her innocent question for a moment. He the began walked around the wide open space of the warehouse as the constellations of being high swirled around him. With a quick snap of his fingers he turned back towards the hottie and walked calmly over to her.

    "Well, that just depends when I am high. Which is quite a lot so I would say yes I do." Prism let out a laugh as considered the thought for a moment. "So Ms. Dj what do you do for fun? I am sure you can already figure out what I do."

[cameo]

Funny how I can't keep my eyes off of Prism as he strolls around like he's been here so many times before. The scent of what he was recently inhaling drew me instantly, along with his physical attributes, but there's something else that I just can't place my finger on. His casualty with walking into a completely random building, that carefree attitude as if he doesn't have a single problem in this entire district. Usually I'd ignore someone with such cockiness, yet that's not the right word to describe him. I simply can't figure it out. 

After a bit of consideration, Prism finally turns to me with an answer. Immediately my focus jolts down, as if to pretend that I haven't been eyeing him this entire time. I release my neck from my headset and place it down on the table; then begin flipping through some CDs, trying to act as if I've been distracted throughout his quiet wander. Occasionally I glance up to see him approaching closer. Instinctively I takes another large sip of my drink to calm my nerves. 

A chuckle escapes me when he shares that he indeed sneaks into random buildings. Apparently he gets high quite often & goes exploring. "Sounds like fun." And exactly what I enjoy doing. There's nothing better then knowing every inch of this district while high as kite. With information on his obvious hobbies, he questions about mine. 

"I'm sure there's still more about you." I have to assume before answering his question. "Guess just mixing music and partying." Can't really think of anything else about me, but that pretty much sums it up. Truthfully listening to a track with some friends, alcohol & smokes is my sort of night, but that might be seen as boring. Given that's the current situation though, perhaps I can figure out if Prism holds the same interest. 

Again I take another swig of my drink. "Speaking of getting high. I'll pour you a drink if you have some greens to share?" I offer with another grin. 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

    Prism let out a laugh as he caught her eyes watching him. He wasn't always very big on attention but the way DJ's watched him so intently, melted him like the snows of some far off frozen land. For some reason the thought of a land filled with snow and ice sent horrific shivers down his spine.  Yet he had only seen snow once during a horrible winter back in District Three. Thankfully Prism didn't have to deal with snow on a regular basis since he simply was not good in cold or snowy conditions. No matter what his albino skin color said, he was not meant to be in white wonderlands.

    The sound of her gorgeous voice drew Prism's distorted mind back to the warehouse where the night air wasn't nearly as cold as his odd visions. Lucky for him DJ was hot enough to melt even his frozen mind. Shit, she could light his joint anytime. In fact the way she teasingly joked with him just drew him in closer and closer. She was a cobra and he was her prey. She was the Queen of Hearts and she was ready to claim her very next heart. Yet he would not put up a fight. He would himself be hers if she wanted him.

    Once again Prism's interest was peaked as she lifted a drink to her lips that smelt sourly or more like heavenly to his senses. Alcohol was always one of his strong points, just like weed was. Now here was this girl who wanted both, fucking perfect. Now Prism just had to keep her interested in him. She was one beauty he would not let off the hook. Prism loved her free and vibrant spirit. He wanted to spend hours upon hours with her. Just talking if that's what it took. She had captured him in merely seconds. Damn she was good.

    Prism let out a gentle laugh as he leaned up softly against her, "Oh there is quite a bit more about me that some people care to know. But for tonight I won't tell you since I am pretty sure we won't remember after tonight." He let out a deep laugh as he took a glass of whatever drink she was having. As the liquid touched his lip it brought lightning into his eyes. It wasn't as strong as his usual but DAMN it was niceeeeee especially with his brain jacked up on pot. Everything about this moment was just... perfect.

    With a twisted grin he took out his perfect pipe and he lit it in no time. Then he pressed the pipe lovingly to his lips as he inhaled the lovely smoke that brought comfort to his needy lunges. Then jokingly he shot a circle of smoke at her before handing the pipe over to her. "Hope you can handle it cause trust me, this shit is strong."

[cameo]

Why can I not bring myself around to looking at him, unless he's gazing the other way? The attraction to him is odd, as if we knew each other in the past. As he gains closer, my cheeks seem to fluster more, while my fingers become more desperate to stay occupied. Then he gently leans on me. I pause from my distraction, to listen to his words as closely as he is to me. He mentions that there is in fact a lot more to him, just that we won't recall it after tonight. Now what's that supposed to imply? 

Curiosity grows as I wonder what we have in store. With alcohol & greens involved, there's no telling. No matter what I like the sound of it though. He assumes we won't remember what's about to occur, but I'm determined to take these next few hours as a chance to get to know this person I already feel so close to. "Sounds like your a lightweight." I tease while he takes my drink from my hands. Offered to make him one of his own, sharing works thought. 

In exchange, Prism reveals his pipe and takes a hit first. The lovely smell swirls around me as he blows a ring in my direction, then passes it along. "Thanks." I can't help but say again, taking the precious content up to my lips for a long intake. I love the way the smoke burns my lung as I hold it in through the cough. So far, Prism seems to be the perfect guy. 

I try my hardest to prevent a cough. Show him that I'm experience, despite his warning of it being strong. Of course a cough comes forth anyways. "Damn." I eventually get out through my wheezing. "Don't get stuff like that every day." As embarrassing as it is, I try to play it off as a joke. "Seems like I owe you a drink." I pass the pipe back and head towards the bar on the other side of the room. Given that he was generous with the good stuff, I purposely fix him a strong drink. Then I splash a topping into my own, and pass along his cup. 

"It's the cheap stuff, but it'll get the job done." I grin with a short giggle and a shake of my head. Way to impress him. "We're in a dance studio by the way. 'Case you were wondering." Seems that I can only blabber at this point, and swiftly take another sip of my drink. "Do you know how to dance?" 

[Arrow]

Prism Nixton

    Damn everything about this girl was sexy as hell! The way she talked all the way to the way she walked was fine as total fuck. He couldn't help but get lost in her partially drunk strut and her breath taking blue eyes. Prism could swear that even though he was swimming in smoke he would love to swim deep within her blue irises. Not actually of course though since that would involve killing her and that would be blatantly screwed up but still. He couldn't help the excitement he felt about her.

    One thing he also adored was how curious she was. He could swear that if he was actually attractive and that he was a woman he would be this girl. This beautiful peace of art work that even through the smoke that fluttered through his eyes and lunges couldn't stop the light of her. She could thaw even the darkest points in his shadows. Damn he had only just met this babe.

    Prism couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he watched her react to the sweet poison of his pipe. "Don't worry, like I said this shit is stronger than most. The fact you haven't blown threw the ceiling is a bloody miracle." Prism winked and stole a quick and fiendish kiss on her cheek before plopping down against a wall. The room was wavering in a rainbow dance and Prism couldn't help but grin. He was on amazing adventure with an amazing girl.

    Once again the girl struck Prism with surprise as he finished his drink in a matter of seconds. It wasn't nearly as could as what he could conjure up but it still helped lay his mind in a fuzzy mist. Yet how should he respond to her question about dancing. In real time he was awful nut while he was high as a hover craft who fucking knew what could happen when the music started playing. Might as well give it a shot then.

    With a totally ungraceful leap up from his seat Prism frolicked jokingly to the center of the studio. Then he outstretched a hand to his lovely lady. "Not when I am not fuzzy up top." Prism said jokingly to her, "But lets just see how it turns out when all I see is the color one." Prism let out a laugh that echoed through the building then he yelled to her one more final time. "Oh don't forget the music either! That might be important!" He grinned as he awaited his gorgeous partner for this mysterious dance.

[cameo]

Less then five minutes ago, I was deeply concentrated within my music. Now my mind is fluttering beyond believe, and I may of also misplaced it as well... What the hell is wrong with me? Sure, I took a deep inhale from that pipe & have been drinking away my nerves; but something tells me that's not the major influences here. It's the attractive boy, that leaves a bright blush upon my cheek where he left a swift kiss, whom holds this power. 

What it is about this Prism guy that I just can't place my finger on? I must know. 

Certainly by now one of us would of recognized the other if we had met before... Yet it feels as though this isn't the first time I've felt his soft lips on my cheek. Like I've jokingly called him a lightweight in the past, and we've also already smoked together to. Perhaps a drunken experience neither of us can recall? It's the only thing I can chop it down to, though that doesn't feel quite right either. As long as I don't forget about him again, guess it doesn't really matter. 

Desiring to know everything about him, I question on whether he dances. Could be why he was drawn to this place. I gaze at him patiently, with a grin that I can't seem to wipe away. Apparently he only performs when intoxicated, which will only make this night even better. My smirk grows wider as my eyes follow him to the open area in the middle of the room. Have to like that carefree confidence, wanting to try it even if it ends terribly. 

"And what color is that?" I question while strolling over to the Dj booth. 

Seconds later he's reminding me to play some music, because it's probably important. I have to giggle at his dorky ways. "Guessing so." I agree with continuing chuckles. Then I'm stuck staring at my CDs, questioning which track to put on. I want nothing but to be close to him, and then again I'm also only a Dj. The dancing's left to the professional...well for the exception of now that is. And by the way he's gesturing his hand towards me, he wants me to join. 

"Oh, I don't dance." I explain while my laughter finally subsides. Something tells me he's not going to settle for dancing solo though. Mellow songs that I've spiced up is put in, just to give the option of upbeat dancing, slow, or in-between. With sore cheeks from too much grinning, I move across the room while my heart picks up the closer I get to him. Really hoping he has some secret moves, cause I sure as hell don't.