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Jeff dug deep into his suitcase, searching for his secret stash of clothes. His clubbing clothes. He knew Matt would have a fit if he ever saw some of the things he wore. Hell, Matt had no clue about what his brother did as a hobby. He grinned as he felt his hand close around what he had been searching for and pulled it out of the bag.
Quickly he pulled it on and zipped it up, moving in front of the mirror to examine his outfit; His tight shirt clung to his body like a second skin, black with long sleeves, the hem line stopping well above his belly button, allowing full view of his piercing. Jeff moaned as he ran his hands down his stomach, stopping for a moment to pull lightly on his bellybutton ring. Turning around he looked over his shoulder and admired how good his ass looked in a leather miniskirt before dropping to his hands and knees and fumbling around under the bed. After just a few moments of searching, the blonde pulled out a pair of shiny black stiletto heels and nearly drooled at the sight of them. Jeff slipped his fishnet clad feet into the heels and wiggled his toes into place.
Next he made his way to the bathroom where you could hardly see the surface of the sink area for all the make- up, hair products and facepaint that was carelessly scattered across it. Jeff rummaged through the mess until he found what he was looking for.
Jeff pouted and ran the Onyx lipstick over his lips, letting his OCD rain free making and sure they were coated perfectly and evenly. Satisfied with his lips, he uncapped his eyeliner and ran the dark Kohl under his upper lid and above his lower lid. He decided on a smokey look and smudged some more Kohl over his upper and lower eyelids making his deep green eyes stand out like emeralds. Jeff smirked at himself, he could totally have gotten away with joining the diva’s division.
Jeff clicked his tongue and scratched at his smooth chin. He was still looking in the mirror, having not made up his mind on what to do with his hair. He considered calling Shannon to ask but he remembered that Shannon was probably on a plane right about now. Jeff frowned and rummaged through his travel bag looking for a brush. “Uh huh!” he proclaimed as he felt the brushes rough texture under his fingers. He pulled it out and stared at it, making note of the light blue ribbons that had become wrapped around its teeth.
Then it hit him. He knew exactly what to do! Jeff grinned at himself and reached for some hair ties.
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Finally finished getting ready, Jeff slipped on his cloak to cover the outfit. He couldn’t risk anyone he knew seeing him in what he was wearing. Not that they would recognise him anyway. Jeff grinned to himself and reached over to the night stand to grab his mask. He wore it every time he went clubbing. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone recognised him... Jeff quickly disregarded the thought and slipped on his mask pulling the cloaks hood up over his currently bellow chin length Blonde and light blue hair that had been brought up into little pigtails. He was ready.
Jeff opened the door slightly and peered out into the hallway to make sure no one was there to see him exit. After being sure that the coast was clear, Jeff quickly snuck out of his hotel room and hurried towards the elevator, hoping desperately that Matt wouldn’t see him. Disguised or not, he knew Matt would recognise him. He sighed with relief as the elevator dinged and he hurried inside... only to collide with a broad, heavily muscled chest. The blonde tensed, his body going completely still, terrified to look up. When he finally did, he was met with the sight of the Deadman. Mark Callaway. The Undertaker.
Green met Steel and Jeff gulped audibly jumping away from the elevator entry and pressing himself against the opposite wall. The stare did not break until the doors finally closed and the elevator went down without him.
He could feel his heart going a mile a minute, as if it was going to jump out of his very chest. His thoughts seemed to be flying just as fast. Oh god did he recognise me..? He must think I’m a freak.. Jeff told himself to calm down, that he doubted that Taker had recognised him.
Eventually Jeff built up the courage to try the elevator again, this time checking before he got in, lucky for him, it was totally empty.
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He escaped for the lobby with no trouble and quickly hailed a Taxi. Laughing as the taxi driver gave him a weird look before asking him where he wanted to go. Jeff conveyed the address to the man and sank back into the uncomfortable taught leather of the taxi’s back seat. He sighed and pulled his cloak tighter around him.
Jeff closed his eyes and before he knew it, he was asleep.
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Jeff was woken by a soft tap on the shoulder. “Excuse me sir, we’re here.” The taxi driver notified, his face portraying no emotion whatsoever. Jeff thanked the man and quickly payed him before climbing out of the car and onto a dark cement pathway.
It was eerily quiet and there were only a small handful of streetlights that weren’t being blocked out by the large fig trees that appeared to plague the entire area. The small amount of light meant that one could only basically just make out their hands in front of them. Usually the moonlight would make up for the darkness, but in this case, the moon was blocked out by a looming concrete building. From Jeff’s experience, he knew this was the place he was looking for. That was the cool thing about these places. So inconspicuous, seemingly plain. Yet the insides…A totally different story.
The only way one found out about these places was by word of mouth. Like many other places he’d visited it was very underground. It had actually been Shannon, his best friend and the only other person who knew about his lifestyle, that had told him about this place. Altera Latus Noctis. The other side of the night.
Jeff brought his hands up to his head and brushed back the hood of his cloak. He grinned as the pale moonlight splashed onto his cheeks. Such a fitting name.
Jeff approached the building stopping briefly to make sure he was in the right place. He figured he was, seeing as on the front of the buildings metallic black riveted door the property number stood out on a plaque written in a dripping Royal purple font. Taking a deep breath Jeff pushed open the door… making his way to the other side of the night.
Quickly he pulled it on and zipped it up, moving in front of the mirror to examine his outfit; His tight shirt clung to his body like a second skin, black with long sleeves, the hem line stopping well above his belly button, allowing full view of his piercing. Jeff moaned as he ran his hands down his stomach, stopping for a moment to pull lightly on his bellybutton ring. Turning around he looked over his shoulder and admired how good his ass looked in a leather miniskirt before dropping to his hands and knees and fumbling around under the bed. After just a few moments of searching, the blonde pulled out a pair of shiny black stiletto heels and nearly drooled at the sight of them. Jeff slipped his fishnet clad feet into the heels and wiggled his toes into place.
Next he made his way to the bathroom where you could hardly see the surface of the sink area for all the make- up, hair products and facepaint that was carelessly scattered across it. Jeff rummaged through the mess until he found what he was looking for.
Jeff pouted and ran the Onyx lipstick over his lips, letting his OCD rain free making and sure they were coated perfectly and evenly. Satisfied with his lips, he uncapped his eyeliner and ran the dark Kohl under his upper lid and above his lower lid. He decided on a smokey look and smudged some more Kohl over his upper and lower eyelids making his deep green eyes stand out like emeralds. Jeff smirked at himself, he could totally have gotten away with joining the diva’s division.
Jeff clicked his tongue and scratched at his smooth chin. He was still looking in the mirror, having not made up his mind on what to do with his hair. He considered calling Shannon to ask but he remembered that Shannon was probably on a plane right about now. Jeff frowned and rummaged through his travel bag looking for a brush. “Uh huh!” he proclaimed as he felt the brushes rough texture under his fingers. He pulled it out and stared at it, making note of the light blue ribbons that had become wrapped around its teeth.
Then it hit him. He knew exactly what to do! Jeff grinned at himself and reached for some hair ties.
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Finally finished getting ready, Jeff slipped on his cloak to cover the outfit. He couldn’t risk anyone he knew seeing him in what he was wearing. Not that they would recognise him anyway. Jeff grinned to himself and reached over to the night stand to grab his mask. He wore it every time he went clubbing. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if someone recognised him... Jeff quickly disregarded the thought and slipped on his mask pulling the cloaks hood up over his currently bellow chin length Blonde and light blue hair that had been brought up into little pigtails. He was ready.
Jeff opened the door slightly and peered out into the hallway to make sure no one was there to see him exit. After being sure that the coast was clear, Jeff quickly snuck out of his hotel room and hurried towards the elevator, hoping desperately that Matt wouldn’t see him. Disguised or not, he knew Matt would recognise him. He sighed with relief as the elevator dinged and he hurried inside... only to collide with a broad, heavily muscled chest. The blonde tensed, his body going completely still, terrified to look up. When he finally did, he was met with the sight of the Deadman. Mark Callaway. The Undertaker.
Green met Steel and Jeff gulped audibly jumping away from the elevator entry and pressing himself against the opposite wall. The stare did not break until the doors finally closed and the elevator went down without him.
He could feel his heart going a mile a minute, as if it was going to jump out of his very chest. His thoughts seemed to be flying just as fast. Oh god did he recognise me..? He must think I’m a freak.. Jeff told himself to calm down, that he doubted that Taker had recognised him.
Eventually Jeff built up the courage to try the elevator again, this time checking before he got in, lucky for him, it was totally empty.
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He escaped for the lobby with no trouble and quickly hailed a Taxi. Laughing as the taxi driver gave him a weird look before asking him where he wanted to go. Jeff conveyed the address to the man and sank back into the uncomfortable taught leather of the taxi’s back seat. He sighed and pulled his cloak tighter around him.
Jeff closed his eyes and before he knew it, he was asleep.
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Jeff was woken by a soft tap on the shoulder. “Excuse me sir, we’re here.” The taxi driver notified, his face portraying no emotion whatsoever. Jeff thanked the man and quickly payed him before climbing out of the car and onto a dark cement pathway.
It was eerily quiet and there were only a small handful of streetlights that weren’t being blocked out by the large fig trees that appeared to plague the entire area. The small amount of light meant that one could only basically just make out their hands in front of them. Usually the moonlight would make up for the darkness, but in this case, the moon was blocked out by a looming concrete building. From Jeff’s experience, he knew this was the place he was looking for. That was the cool thing about these places. So inconspicuous, seemingly plain. Yet the insides…A totally different story.
The only way one found out about these places was by word of mouth. Like many other places he’d visited it was very underground. It had actually been Shannon, his best friend and the only other person who knew about his lifestyle, that had told him about this place. Altera Latus Noctis. The other side of the night.
Jeff brought his hands up to his head and brushed back the hood of his cloak. He grinned as the pale moonlight splashed onto his cheeks. Such a fitting name.
Jeff approached the building stopping briefly to make sure he was in the right place. He figured he was, seeing as on the front of the buildings metallic black riveted door the property number stood out on a plaque written in a dripping Royal purple font. Taking a deep breath Jeff pushed open the door… making his way to the other side of the night.
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