<div align=center> This roleplay is based on the Blue Bloods series by Melissa de la Cruz. For information about series-specific details mentioned in the scene, feel free to check out Wiki articles on the series or beautifulLIE's more concise summary of the various character roles such as conduits via the link in her signature! </div> This was what she missed. Personal freedom. These days it was pretty hard to come by -her father's new charge followed her without fail, proving himself more than capable at his job of conduit and, beyond that, incredibly annoying in general. Rachelle prided herself on slipping out that evening unnoticed if only because making it past her assigned baby-sitter was nearly impossible. Infuriating, actually. She'd left the hills of sunny Los Angeles for dreary, rainy New York to get away from the controlling hand of her parents and find the space to create her history, determined to defeat what had thus far been a depressing several years of blossoming into the powerful Blue Blood she had been so many cycles before. Instead, she was forced to accomodate a man who frankly was the most hollow human being she'd ever met. Rachelle had certainly never thought red bloods the least bit interesting -they were food, really, and otherwise boring, stupid creatures. She'd be lying if she suggested that she believed Jesiphe D'Vorn was the latter, but the former was definitely inarguable. At first, she'd thought he hated his job, but his dedication proved her wrong and instead only cemented her suspicions that he was just simply a man with no passion. At all. That simple fact had made her a bitter, anxious mess -not just that she had a conduit in the first place, not even that he was such an 'employee of the month', but that he didn't seem to be affected whatsover by her constant attempts to manipulate him to get her way. It had always been fail-safe -it was her special gift, as the angel of temptation, to get what she wanted when she wanted it from whomever she wanted it from, and yet...here he stood, an impenetrable wall that was not only immune to the usual male Achilles Heel of ego-wounding, but also apparently any advances she made physically. Was he gay? She doubted it, but at the same time, Rachelle knew that she was no ugly step-sister to be ignored so easily. It was puzzling, irksome! What was she supposed to do with that? But it didn't matter tonight. She wouldn't let it. This evening was the first in nearly two months that she'd managed to use her charms to weasel away without his knowing, and as she stepped foot into the club, the ear-splitting music washed over her like a welcome breeze. The bouncer at the door opened his mouth to ask for her ID, but she glanced over, reaching through her golden amber eyes with the glom to heel his reflexes. Instead of requesting proof of her age, he only smiled and waved her dumbly through into the main room. She, for her part, cast him a cursory coy smile and slithered into the bright lights that bounded off the mirrored walls, her body instantly lithe and boneless with the base that pounded through her veins. This felt so good! This sort of adventure was what she'd wanted from New York. Rachelle felt for a moment in a cloud of euphoria and she realized just how trapped she'd become. School, home. School, home. Honestly? Ugh. She was just as guilty of being boring as Jesse. That thought disgusted her enough that she dropped her small clutch and jacket to the floor near the bar, failing to care if it was there later as her father's credit card was safely tucked in her bra. Slender fingers plucked a flute of some colorful concoction of vodka that nearly glowed in the dim flashes of light and she made her way into the throng of dancing bodies, spinning between backs and fronts effortlessly until she found her own little niche. The drink was downed like a shot and the glass handed off to some convenient cocktail waitress as she tossed her dark chocolate curls over her shoulder and danced with herself, catching the eyes of various fellow patrons of the club but isinterested in having a partner for the moment -no, this night was about her, no one else, nothing else. Her mini-dress glistened with a spattering of obnoxious sequins (she'd saved it for just such an impressive occasion), and she basked in the attention it drew to her. Oh, she did love the attention. She curved her figure around a body or two and pushed a hard body away gently, discouraging his vicinity but not his affections, her captivating irises keeping a nice little group around her while others pressed onto the floor. Rachelle smiled brilliantly, a little laugh echoing from her lips but soundless in the mass of noise and bodies. She spun on her heels, dug her hands into her hair and lifted it from her back where heat was radiated from bare skin with the activity around her, within her. This was what she wanted -exactly what she wanted. And no one was here to take it from her.