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| Topic Started: Thursday, 27. March 2014, 13:03 (131 Views) | |
| Marthereau | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 13:03 Post #1 |
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Death of the party
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A small note had found its way into the mountain kraken. Somehow, sometime, it had slipped in between customers or one of the customers had left it behind. Without looking at the tapes, there was hardlya way to know. At some time, it was simply there, a folded piece of white paper greeting whoever took it of the counter. The words 'Miss L. Fehrer' written on it. Inside,the message was short and simple. 'Looks like a friend of yours has problems and might be becoming one. We need to talk. Kingston Bridge, 10 pm, tomorrow. - J.M.' It had taken Jean quite som time to find one of the persons that had been on Jens mind and with her full name available, Lucy had been the easiest pick. |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 13:37 Post #2 |
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Art in Ink
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She wasn't a huge fan of random notes left by unseen people at her work place. But, curiousty was a bitch she couldn't seem to shake and while she had no clue what friend it might be that the note was referring to, the Brujah would cut her work evening short in order to check it out. After all, it was important and she ignored it, resulting in someone getting hurt? Then she honestly wouldn't have been able to forgive herself. Sure, she wasn't a saint, far from it. And she'd hurt people, plenty of them, but she would like to think they'd deserved it. Friends though? Innocents? You didn't let those get hurt. C'mon, she had some standards despite popular beliefs. Of course, she left a message for Toran saying she was checking something out and for him, if he had the time, to check the surveillance cameras to see who'd left the note at the shop. She didn't go anywhere without telling him, not because either had a control problem, but because it made things a whole lot easier should something happen or come up. Hopefully, neither would occur tonight though. As such, as instructed in the note, Lucy showed up at the Kingston Bridge at the specified time, wearing a black leather jacket over her usual style of clothing which included hip hugging jeans, studded leather belt of the shock pink kind and a black top with Rain Bow dash in a Candy Skull design on it. Discreet Brujah was discreet. |
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| Toran | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 13:45 Post #3 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran did indeed begin going over the security footage. He knew it would be a futile thing if whoever left the note had Obfuscate and maintained their concentration on the "look at me" but he was determined to make his home as inviolate as possible. True, whoever it was had only gotten into the foyer, which doubled as the waiting room of Lucy's tattoo parlor, but still. If they could sneak in there and were patient, they might be able to sneak into his machine shop next door, or their living quarters upstairs, or the hidden bunker below. That didn't bring Toran much in the way of comfort. So he was upstairs using the huge plasma screen to analyze the information of the customers going in and out. The weight sensor under her rub, the various video cameras, the thermal imaging lenses. All of it. It would take hours most likely, and be utterly futile as long as the sneak in question was thinking "Don't look at me" but he was willing to put in the work to try. |
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