[OPEN]Let's play a game...

[Adelaide Valor]

A dark figure made its way down the ally and ducked behind the nearest dumpster... She barely paid attention to the chipping blue paint and rusted metal, as she began her shift. Her waist length white hair shortened in the back, cutting into stick straight points in the front, just barely long enough to brush against her shoulders. Starting from the roots, inky black spilled into each individual strand, and in a few seconds covered her entire head. Clear irises faded into a ravishing lime green, as her pupils grew slightly from the small slits they were, to tiny round orbs.
She ripped off the down-to-the-floor black cloak that had once covered her entire body and dropped it around her feet. Before touching the ground, the cloak vanished into thin air. A short wispy black dress was revealed from behind the cloak, ten straps crisscrossed her back. Around her neck she wore a choker of deep violet gems, each one chilling her skin as a cool breeze whipped by. One hand was covered in a fish-net fingerless, elbow-length glove; the other a simple deep ruby red jeweled bracelet. Pulling everything together, she completed her ensemble, with comfortable lacey black and silver flats.

Brushing back a lock of hair blown out of place by the wind, she strutted in her new body, down the ally again. This time she stopped at a small black door, paint chipping off the deteriorating wood. A few feet away a fairly muscular young man stood propped against the brick wall, a cigarette between his index and middle finger. She watched as he raised it to his lips, inhaled, dropped his hand again, and blew the smoke back through his mouth. "Ugh." She gritted her teeth and walked through the doorway, 'That one's definitely out.' She thought to herself, as the darkness was flooded with dim candle light. Music blasted all around her, she didn't recognize it, though it had the same sound as most music around the bars in the city. Fast, loud, growling voices, the words blurring so much into the music and voices around the bar that you couldn't make them out unless you knew the song.

Glancing up at the stage, she saw who was playing. Just as she thought, she already knew what they would look like, just from hearing their blaring music. The lead singer was quite handsome, of course, dressed in black, obviously, with unnatural stick straight black hair covering one blue eye. The drummer was slightly different, though he wore the same dark clothes; his hair was lighter brown, curly and flowed down to his ribs. Bass, oh he was bald, she smirked, surprised he didn't care so much about his hair as most of them did.
Her eyes shifted from the stage to the bar, and she walked over taking a seat. The bar tender was over immediately, "Need anything miss?" She spun around in the bar stool to face him, crossing her legs. With a smile, she leaned her elbows on the counter, resting her chin in her hands.

"No thank you." She flashed him a smile, and he nodded, glancing over his shoulder a few times as he walked away. With another smile, she spun back around, jumping off the bar stool and heading for the far wall. There she leaned against it, with a few other partner-less girls, and a couple guys. She focused on the ones that had partners, as they danced perfectly to each beat of the music. She could feel her own body beginning to move, matching the rhythm as well. Just a few more seconds... '10...9....' She thought to herself, '8...7...6.....5...4....3...2...' "Hey." She turned her piercing green eyes in the direction of the voice, to see a handsome young man, around... she guessed... 25? He smiled, and held out a hand. "Wanna dance?" She returned his smile.
"Oh, yes." Her voice was almost a purr, as she placed her hand in his. Thank god, he hadn't asked her for a drink first. He wasn't getting away that easy.

Hand in hand they filtered through the crowd, stopping in unison when they found a fairly cleared out spot. The blaring song shifted into another growling one, but this one had a better beat to it. 'Perfect.' She thought, as she leaned in, pressing her hips into his gently, and throwing her hands in the air. He followed her lead, trailing his fingers ever so softly down the lengths of her arms, and back up, coiling his fingers with hers, and bringing her arms to his shoulders. She tightened her grip around his neck as he slid his hands down her side and placed them on her hips. All the while she hadn't stopped moving to the beat. He was good, she wondered if he'd had anything to drink. If so she'd leave the bar without saying good bye and probably never see him again. It would be too risky to leave and be followed by a drunken pervert.
She blinked, washing away her thoughts and concentrated, instead, on the music. Her hips rocked from side to side, occasionally hitting into his. When the music stopped for a brief moment, she spun around, lifting her arms, and running her fingers down his chest, as she stooped down to the floor and back up again. She inhaled slowly, almost gasping, as she felt his fingers slide around her hips again. Placing her hands on his, she swayed from side to side with each steady beat of the drum.

"I'm Riles, what's your name?" He asked, spinning her back to face him. "What do you want it be?" She shot back the question, with a mischievous grin, whirling around with her back against him again. He smirked, and spun her back, wrapping his arm around her, tightening his grip so she couldn't spin away. "You look like a..." He paused for a moment, as their bodies swayed as one, not missing a single beat. "…Nadia." He said at last. "Then Nadia it is." She flashed another smile, and the music stopped... Losening her fingers, she walked back towards the door when Riles released her. She wasn't surprised when he followed. Without looking over her shoulder, she pushed the door opened and walked out, disappearing into the shadows. Holding out her hand, the cloak appeared and she wrapped it around her, placing the hood over her head. In less than a second, she had vanished along with it.

******

In just moments she was back at her place behind the dumpster in the deserted ally. The man smoking, along with Riles was long gone now. She wondered if he had left the ally, trying to find her, or if he had went back in to dance with someone else? Either way, it was the perfect time for her to change again. Adelaide's dream form personality was much different than she would be in the real world. She could be whatever she wanted, and it was then that her other personality, the one no one in the real world-not even herself sometimes-knew about. Being a shape-shifter, no one recognized her, and therefore no one could see her any differently once she had awaken and the dream had vanished until the next night. It gave her a chance to release some of her other emotions, to be someone else for a change, not the goody goody version everyone saw her as in school and at home.

Grinning, she shifted again. This time, long, red curls showered down her neck, flowing over her shoulders and down her chest. The lime green of her irises turned a deep, mysterious brown. Her voice filled the chilly England air, "Who's next?" It was a whisper, too quiet for anyone to hear if they had been around. It was merely a game she liked to play in the dream world, using her powers for fun, not to hurt anyone, not to use anyone. Of course, isn't that what most men at bars wanted? To use someone? Being used shouldn't be a problem to them, right?

Since she couldn't shift clothes, she was still wearing all the same things, most men wouldn't notice, but she wasn't going to risk anything. Lifting a hand to her neck, her fingers coiled around the choker, then pulled, ripping it off easily. Taking the glove and bracelet off she threw them all into the dumpster. Her dress wasn't very fancy, and she doubted anyone would notice, many people wore the same dresses, but just to be safe... She removed the straps from her shoulders and untangled them so that they no longer crossed in the back, before placing them back on her shoulders so they appeared to be thick, normal straps. Making sure everything was set, she threw the cloke back into the air, and turned her back while it vanished. Step by step, one foot in front of the other, she made her way back up to the door, and into the noisy, crowded bar. Taking another spot by the wall, she waited...