Chixie Roixmr

My brow begins to sweat, and I start to feel quite nauseous. New plan: If you ask me for a card without giving an ACTUAL REVIEW OF THE CARD UNDER WHICH YOU ARE COMMENTING, I will come to your house with a suicide vest. Ok? Ok. I will also purposefully not make the card GOD DAMN. #chixiefeetfreaks

Hmm. Looks like you've found the Alternian nightlife. Well, technically all life here is nightlife. If people are nocturnal here shouldn't nightclubs be called dayclubs? Maybe the lure of dancing and getting smashed with strangers is not enough to get people to brave the blistering sun. You doubt you'd brave a stiff breeze for it. You aren't much of a partier. But recently you are all about new experiences. You'll try anything once. A long line of people snakes along the side of a building. It doesn't appear to be moving; the club must not be open yet. You consider getting in the line, but there's so many people here. You really are more of a one-on-one friendship type. You go around the back instead, to your old friend the back alley and the dumpster. Distantly, you hear music; it comes on every few seconds and then drops off. Maybe a sound check. <font color=cd7f32>Chixie: "aaaahhhhhh"</font> Hmm. You hear something else. <font color=cd7f32>Chixie: "aaaaAAAAHHHHHH"</font> A musical sigh comes from up ahead. You turn a corner to find a girl standing alone outside a back entrance. A heavy door is propped open with a chunk of concrete, like someone had gouged it out of the street. The girl hasn't noticed you yet. She is staring at her feet and sighing. Also she's making weird little whoops and clicking noises, or singing a few bars of wordless notes, starting low and then climbing up high. Maybe you should just leave. She looks busy. But then another troll sticks their head around the open door, shooting the girl an unkind look and kicking the cement block doorstop away.