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| Topic Started: Monday, 17. February 2014, 10:58 (136 Views) | |
| Lochlan O'Connell | Monday, 17. February 2014, 10:58 Post #1 |
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You may not answer this as I am new and you have now fucking idea who this is texting your number, but it was given to me from some guy on the intercom at the Blythe House. You have been told about me. I am new to London and Brujah. The name is Lochlan. We should meet up, currently in taxi, where do I tel the driver to go? Lochlan hit send on the message and anxiously waiting for a response to come. He believed that he would more than likely be going to Lloyds Bar or somewhere in grove ward. Those were to two most "popular" Brujah locals. While he had only been in town a few nights, he was not idle. And he needed this paper work. So hopefully his Primogen would have it. he could hope at any rate. So there Lochlan sat with his head down looking at his phone waiting for it to vibrate with the desired information that he needed. Hopefully his Primogen was good and fast at getting back to his own clanmates. Otherwise this could turn out to be a long and expensive night ride. |
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And a Shepherds I shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand that my feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So I shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti. | |
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 17. February 2014, 15:35 Post #2 |
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Shortly after that, the phone did indeed vibrate and thus indicated he did have a message in response. The response itself was short but precise. 'Lloyds bar, right booth in the back, wait for me, I'll be there as soon as I can.' Then the phone fell silent again and he had the answer he needed. |
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| Lochlan O'Connell | Monday, 17. February 2014, 23:22 Post #3 |
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Lochlan checked his phone and instructed the driver to take him to Llyods bar. |
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And a Shepherds I shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand that my feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So I shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti. | |
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