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| Topic Started: Monday, 24. March 2014, 13:13 (232 Views) | |
| Victoria Scott | Monday, 24. March 2014, 13:13 Post #1 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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Sitting in the shadows of her improvised house, the Brujah hesitated looking at the touchscreen. She had the smuggler, she had the goods... She only needed the sender. She pressed Call and brought the phone to her ear. What could she say, a mother needs her children. |
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| NPC | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 14:52 Post #2 |
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The Game Master
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Unknown number, unknown caller... What the hell was this supposed to be ? Had she been some sort of phone diectory lately ? Ah fuck, most likely some idiot had leaked her number again to pay off some favours or something like that. Candy knew that procedure ad it had gotten her more headaches than she liked to have to deal with in her pretty head. The Nosferatu pressed the button to accept the call with an unnerved sigh. "Crematory Sunshine, you kill, we grill... Open daily from 10 pm until the sun comes up. What's up tonight ? |
| The NPC is not an admin nor does it have one singular user behind it. No PM's may be sent to the NPC and neither can you communicate with the NPC outside of role-play. Please contact Staff if you have any questions or queries. The NPC serves to only bring new information into role-play, members of staff have access to the NPC and will regularly be different people. | |
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| Victoria Scott | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 15:00 Post #3 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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She let go a snort of laughter, warm with the satisfaction of hearing the voice of an old friend. Her face shone with a smile. Nice one, girl. "Calm your tits Jawbreaker." If there was a way her name could match the Nosferatu, that was it. "It's me." |
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| NPC | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 15:13 Post #4 |
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The Game Master
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Candy recognized the voice, but se hid the surprise well. She had expected to hear from Tory at some point, but now with everything that was going down in Europe ? Well, better now than never. A small chuckle followed and Tory could hear the grin on her buddy's face as she replied. "You call me like this after all this time becasue you think my tits are your business ? Thats sick, pretty impolite and chrming all the same, girl !" Tory heard a chair creak, most likely Candy's office char and something hitting wood, most likel her boots and the desk. "So whats up, bitch ?" |
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| Victoria Scott | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 15:26 Post #5 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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"I saved them sooo many times Lollipop they're almost mine. And I worry for my body parts, all of them." Of course it was not true. The Nossie knew very well how to take care of her boobs, her head, and every piece of her ugly anatomy. Back in New York where Tory was the mommy of everyone, Candy was daddy. The Brujah mimicked her placing military boots upon the improvised table of wooden pallets. "It's she wolf man, I know dogs and wolfs are pretty similar but not just the same! First thing first. How are things going in... are you still in New York?" |
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| NPC | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 15:48 Post #6 |
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The Game Master
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"Bah, you're just jealous of how they look on me !" Candy had an idea what this was about. The package most likely. people didn't call to say they loved her, after all, not wit what she charged per minute. "Yeah, still here, still kicking, still a shithole...Arrogant dicks have been commenting on that place you're at. London, right ? Sabbat's getting cocky again, guess its that time where we slap their asses back into last year and they need their fix again ! Me, I'm busy as always, business is good. You didn't call to tell me how much you miss me and your tits, did you ?" |
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