(after many weeks of delay, I finally give this RP life. Set in the World of Scott Pilgrim, this takes on a different story, with completely different characters. The idea is the same though, plenty of enemies to smite from the face of the Earth. If you haven't already done so, post a bio in the Official Discussion Thread before posting here, and make sure to read all of the discussion thread so you know the limitations on characters. Okay, Go!)
Las Vegas; The Entertainment Capital of the World. It is a home of world-renowned casinos, shopping centers, and dining. It is the center of entertainment. And there are many ways to entertain in the City of Lights. Downtown in the Strip, you find a form of entertainment that is infamous for running people broke: Clubbing. Thousands of people every night would flock to one of many clubs to party, get drunk, and loosen up. Unknown to the people however, all the clubs in Las Vegas, from the small-time ones, to the giants with hotels in them, are all grouped together, working in a specific balance that keeps some form of order between them. However, if one more club were to tip the balance, everything would come crashing down upon them… And that’s exactly what Tony Solkos went and did.
Tony is your average example of a potential university graduate gone bad. He dropped out of his sophomore year to chase a fleeting dream in bartending. This has earned him the disgrace of his parents, including the disownment of him by his Congress Representative sister: Estella. It doesn’t stop Tony from his pursuits though; he spends the next five years working at a local bar, where he learned more skills than just how to pop a bottle of beer. However, his happy-go-lucky spirit is still restless; it seeks more thrills in life. So every weekend, he buys a handful of lottery tickets and spends Saturday Night watching the line of numbers pop up, and sees the dollars he put in drop down the drain. Finally, on the eve of his 25th birthday, all the money he lost spews back up with additional company. One of his lucky tickets scores a match, entitling him to $3 million in the draw.
In another spur-of-the-moment, Tony goes on to celebrate his 25th Birthday in style; by beginning the construction of a Club. In the next seven months, Tony calls upon his new wealth to make his dream a reality, transforming an abandoned warehouse into Club Checkpoint. A high-grade club with all the neon lights, dance floors, and spirits a club needs to bring in the crowds. And now…
Three hours into the first day, and everything was glorious. Word had clearly gotten around that this club would be as fantastic as it was, as the dance floor was already choked. Clearly, Tony chose his DJ well, the Disc Jockey was twirling the CDs and producing the beats like a master. The crowds danced on an illuminated floor that showed a checkered flag that fluttered slightly under the banging of the partying feet, with the Club’s logo; a CD disc with the letters CC in yellow. The symbol was also on Tony’s work shirt; a black colored t-shirt with the logo emblazed on the left breast, underneath the logo, there was the Club Checkpoint motto, “Save your game”. Florescent pillars held up the roof, glowing with vibrant colors that were affected by the songs being played. This was the Club; Tony’s club, and he had no regrets in creating it. He managed to bring the club instantly to the top and still have $100,000 left for any other expenses. He was also quite generous with his staff; each one was paid a cut above what the average was, even the dishwasher with the corny jokes, though Tony could easily relate to him, since the two were similar in so many ways.
Absentmindedly, he played with a strand of his gelled blonde hair, as he waited for people to come over to get liquored up. This was the only thing that bothered the man; he had only served about a dozen people so far, including one depressed old sap whom was trying hard to hold his glass still so he could finish his eighth beer. Such small business for the alcohol was unusual for the amount of people that appeared in his club so far. Surely not everyone was soft. Tony looked over to the opposite side of the bar, where the other bartender was working her station, and Tony saw just where all the intoxicated customers disappeared to.
(Later than I planned, and shorter too. I found describing the club itself hard, because I don't see too many of the high-class dance clubs, mostly just local taverns at best. It's here though, ready to push on into a new adventure)
Las Vegas; The Entertainment Capital of the World. It is a home of world-renowned casinos, shopping centers, and dining. It is the center of entertainment. And there are many ways to entertain in the City of Lights. Downtown in the Strip, you find a form of entertainment that is infamous for running people broke: Clubbing. Thousands of people every night would flock to one of many clubs to party, get drunk, and loosen up. Unknown to the people however, all the clubs in Las Vegas, from the small-time ones, to the giants with hotels in them, are all grouped together, working in a specific balance that keeps some form of order between them. However, if one more club were to tip the balance, everything would come crashing down upon them… And that’s exactly what Tony Solkos went and did.
Tony is your average example of a potential university graduate gone bad. He dropped out of his sophomore year to chase a fleeting dream in bartending. This has earned him the disgrace of his parents, including the disownment of him by his Congress Representative sister: Estella. It doesn’t stop Tony from his pursuits though; he spends the next five years working at a local bar, where he learned more skills than just how to pop a bottle of beer. However, his happy-go-lucky spirit is still restless; it seeks more thrills in life. So every weekend, he buys a handful of lottery tickets and spends Saturday Night watching the line of numbers pop up, and sees the dollars he put in drop down the drain. Finally, on the eve of his 25th birthday, all the money he lost spews back up with additional company. One of his lucky tickets scores a match, entitling him to $3 million in the draw.
In another spur-of-the-moment, Tony goes on to celebrate his 25th Birthday in style; by beginning the construction of a Club. In the next seven months, Tony calls upon his new wealth to make his dream a reality, transforming an abandoned warehouse into Club Checkpoint. A high-grade club with all the neon lights, dance floors, and spirits a club needs to bring in the crowds. And now…
Level 1 – Opening Night
Three hours into the first day, and everything was glorious. Word had clearly gotten around that this club would be as fantastic as it was, as the dance floor was already choked. Clearly, Tony chose his DJ well, the Disc Jockey was twirling the CDs and producing the beats like a master. The crowds danced on an illuminated floor that showed a checkered flag that fluttered slightly under the banging of the partying feet, with the Club’s logo; a CD disc with the letters CC in yellow. The symbol was also on Tony’s work shirt; a black colored t-shirt with the logo emblazed on the left breast, underneath the logo, there was the Club Checkpoint motto, “Save your game”. Florescent pillars held up the roof, glowing with vibrant colors that were affected by the songs being played. This was the Club; Tony’s club, and he had no regrets in creating it. He managed to bring the club instantly to the top and still have $100,000 left for any other expenses. He was also quite generous with his staff; each one was paid a cut above what the average was, even the dishwasher with the corny jokes, though Tony could easily relate to him, since the two were similar in so many ways.
Absentmindedly, he played with a strand of his gelled blonde hair, as he waited for people to come over to get liquored up. This was the only thing that bothered the man; he had only served about a dozen people so far, including one depressed old sap whom was trying hard to hold his glass still so he could finish his eighth beer. Such small business for the alcohol was unusual for the amount of people that appeared in his club so far. Surely not everyone was soft. Tony looked over to the opposite side of the bar, where the other bartender was working her station, and Tony saw just where all the intoxicated customers disappeared to.
(Later than I planned, and shorter too. I found describing the club itself hard, because I don't see too many of the high-class dance clubs, mostly just local taverns at best. It's here though, ready to push on into a new adventure)
