Gothic Subculture Story: part 3
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Edwin arrived at Sean's house about half-way through 'Electric Youth'
and honked his horn. Sean arrived shortly.
Sean, as was aforementioned, is very gothic, and had long since
disappeared into his clothing. All that could be seen of that which
was once Sean was the forboding darkness inside the hood of a cheap
Renaissance festival Cloak.
"Heya, Sean."
"Hiss, hiss, hiss,.....*&#(*&@(*&!!!"
"Yeah, sorry, it was the only tape I had."
"hiss, grumble, grumble...."
It was off to the club now.
They arrived at the club around 11:00. It had been a long drive and
Edwin was anxious to get in and sit down, as dancing was done on a
very rare basis.
The gothic club was called "Ye Olde Towne Box of Death" and the line was
considerable, as clubs were rare in Arizona. Edwin took the assembled
patrons in line into account.
It was nothing out of the ordinary; a mesh of vinyl, leather, metal,
and velvet. There was a girl crawling around on the ground lookng for
one of her fangs that had fallen out. Two men stared malevolently at
each other. Now that Edwin came to think of it, everyone was staring
malevolently at each other. Either that or crying.
He entered the club around midnight and looked for a corner of evil,
but they were all filled so he had to settle for a table. Sean had
somehow transformed into a corner of evil, so Edwin was left to his
own means.
About one dance, or two hours, later, a lithe, young woman of no
small beauty approached him.
"May I suck your blood?"
Edwin pulled out his wallet and checked his Gothic Bloodsucking
Alottment card, found he had two sucking sessions left, and handed the
card to her. The woman filled it out, took her copy, and sucked his
blood.
With that done with, Edwin had to find his gothic tragedy for the night. He
scanned the area, looking for some source for tonights overwhelmingly
melancholy. He discovered that his skirt had been torn by a careless
dancer and proceeded to succumb to raging tears.
After about five minutes, anotheryoung woman approached.
"Tragedy?"
"Uh-huh."
"Parents, girlfriend/boyfriend, make-up, or clothing?"
"My skirt was torn."
The gothic woman then cried with him for ten minutes, hugged him, and bade
farewell, leaving Edwin quite fulfilled. It wasn't often that such a
quick response was delivered to the nightly tragedy
He danced once more, and prepared to leave for home. He looked for
Sean and found him, now a formless mist, floating aimlessly on the
roof of the men's bathroom. He stuck him in a bottle and left the
gothic club.
After dropping Sean off he made a direct line for home. If he didn't
get home before sunrise, something really awful would happen. He
wasn't quite sure what , but it was REAL awful.
He ran home from the parking lot, looking very much like a nun late
for services. Gasping for breath,he stormed through the door, just in
time to avoid mornings's nasty rays.
It had been a very gothic night, and with such strain, Edwin barely
had the energy to feed his five snakes and seventeen assorted rodents.
Edwin was ready for bed. With incense lit and curtains draped safely
over the windows, Edwin lulled of into a dreamworld of misshapen
angels and distorted camera angles, content that the night had been
'gothic', once again.
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