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| Malia | Thursday, 27. March 2014, 18:05 Post #1 |
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1st Floor The first floor was a dark stained hardwood with heavy tables, bolted to the floor with heavy iron brackets. Didn't want to make it easy for people to start brawls. The chairs were all heavy, dark wood and leather. The wood was all heavy and hard to break into anything easily used as a stake. The bar was heavy with several heavy barrels along the back, giving it a bit of the old Irish Pub vibe to it, only more settled for quiet conversation. A cold fireplace was built into the back wall. There was easily room for a dozen people to sit around the various tables without crowding. 2nd Floor The second floor was simply heavy lounge chairs and thick carpeting. The walls were lined with bookshelves and various leather bound books. Jason had suggested books of various old philosophers, poets, artists, etc. Leather bound editions of both fiction and non. Books that FELT old even if they weren't. Ones that would give anyone lingering in the quiet plenty to read, relax and enjoy quiet conversation. The heavy break chimney traveled up the wall to provide warmth but didn't have it's own fireplace. This floor could also hold over a dozen people quietly conversing. Jason's Office The last floor was a quiet office, reserved to Jason to use. It also held a heavy room of reinforced iron that could serve as either a panic room or a prison, depending on the intent of the owner. But one had to come up several flights of stairs to reach the third floor. Each floor did have a bathroom to accommodate ghouls who might be serving the vampires or visiting with them. Panic Room Rules of Behavior 1. No Disciplines within the Club. 2. No feeding on the Staff or Ghoul Guests. 3. No fighting within the Club. 4. Management reserves the right to serve or deny service to any Kindred found to not be following the rules. Malie sauntered into the club with amusement, chuckling to herself as she read the sign. She wasn't sure which of Jason's little minions might be working the club tonight. She was fairly sure whichever of them was would be calling him in a panic when she walked in. The black leather jacket covered her tattoos, matching the red leather vest over her slim torso. Her black shoulder length hair was twisted into two pig tails to give her young face an even younger look. Her large gray eyes perched behind a pair of red tinted glasses. A pair of black jeans hugged her slim frame and she had on red converse all stars. She leaned her skateboard against the inside of the door as she walked about, keeping an eye open for Iakov. She'd taken the time to track down and meet all of the security personal for the race track, telling them to ignore anything having to do with a one eyed man in her own special way. The night janitors and other staff had been a hassle but she'd met them by the simple task of wandering the track all night. It wasn't perfect but it SHOULD work for their little business scam. Until her dry cleaner fixed her boots however, she was stuck in these wimpy shoes. That disgruntled her a bit. She rather anticipated the Gangrel would try to run his own take on the scam. For hoped for both their sake's it was subtle. Race officials would be far too quick to catch on that SOME kind of scam was taking place if they started losing a ton of money. She rather hoped he could be clever in the horses he chose, and that he didn't try to cheat her. Turf wars for this sort of thing could get ugly so very, very fast. She had no desire to see that be the case. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 09:28 Post #2 |
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(Continued from Here...) It was the next night after Iakov had met Malia at the bar in Brent. He had his mysterious invitation carefully folded in his inner vest pocket. As he let a finger graze over the paper to check that it was still there, he thought of the suspicious circumstances that surrounded the item. Suffice it to say, the cat who had brought him the message had not had a good time of it. After some rather extensive interrogation back at the vardo, he'd been disappointed to learn that the cat in fact had no other leads about the mysterious beast of a man who instructed her to track him down. A saucer of cream and bit of vitae had been introduced, and now the Rom had yet another useful minion to slink around in the shadows with him...that is if the Mastiff and Irish Wolfhound didn't make a snack out of her first. They had their orders though. He walked through the alleys quietly with Sokol, only pausing to confer with him on what routes to take over others, and weather there were peoples of the underworld lurking about. The hound was on edge. The closer they reached the destination, the more kindred he could smell lurking about, and this made Iakov also uneasy. "I think that's it over there Sokol. That's got to be the place." "I don't like the smell of it master." "I know." "It's a trap. Why would she have not given you this letter herself?" "Can't say really. If we're going to pull of this job I'm going to need her cooperation at least a little." "Pardon my saying master, but I'm afraid you're letting your habit get the better of you again . It's too early in our stay to play such games." Iakov wrinkled his nose at the hound. He was right, but then again, until he had the guts to ask the Camarilla for help to locate Miss Sherwood, there was no telling what making kindred gadjo friends could lead to. Maybe good, maybe bad...probably bad. "Look. I know. Just bare with me. If we can start to get some kind of reputation we might be able to start a little business deal and get into the right circles to ask the right questions. Real answers, no more of this runaround stuff." Sokol shook his body and scratched behind his ear in annoyance. He was obviously done trying to reason with his master for the time being. The two walked up to the old elegantly fashioned building and up the short steps to the heavy wooden door and knocked with the door knocker. Sokol's hackles began to raise as someone rustled inside. "Sokol..." Iakov frowned at him. Not wanting to upset his master, the Borzoi stifled his unease and stood still and patient as the knob turned on the door. Edited by Iakov Reznik, Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 09:32.
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| Malia | Tuesday, 1. April 2014, 12:48 Post #3 |
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She was sitting calmly at one of the tables, though she wasn't drinking anything. Jason's ghouls hadn't had time to organize and set up the blood supplies in a fashion like the true Elysium in Soho, so there was no way to guarantee she could get the right blood. That'd make a poor impression on Niko, horking blood up everywhere because she was given male instead of female girl. The small female vampire in her black jacket and red vest was amused to be sitting in Jason's place. She couldn't wait for the drama to unfold. But she knew the uptight and honorable man would be far too rigid in his own rules to harm her here, and just to frustrate him she'd follow his own rules meticulously and not give him any reason to let him go. Still the small vampire waved to Niko casually when she saw him open the door. She hoped they could be a bit more casual than they had been the last time they met. A good business relationship shouldn't require threats on EVERY meeting. Maybe half. A really good meeting might need even less. Sometimes. But where was the fun in that. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Friday, 4. April 2014, 08:51 Post #4 |
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Before he knew it, the door had been opened and he was standing inside the establishment. No security pat down, no ID requests, they even let the wolfhound in with him. He'd been expecting much more restriction upon entry, but here, I suppose it made sense. The place was called Hospitality Club after all. As he glanced around the finely furnished interior, he strode tentatively into the room. The wooden furniture and billiards made him feel pretty comfortable though. With the old world having been lost so long ago, wooden furnishings always made him feel a bit more at home. Malia's wave caught his attention and he sauntered over and shrugged off his duster coat he's been wearing that evening. He hung the coat up on a rack near her table and then took off his hat, revealing two small but noticeable goat-like horns. Had he read the rules of the place he'd have learned that this use of his illusions was forbidden. However, the illusion was miniscule enough that even if someone had the will to see through such an illusion, well, then they'd have nothing to see then would they? "Miss Hauke. Good evening! So beautiful you are looking! Very beautiful. It is good I am not lost for this place. Only, I receive note by feline. Very strange. I much like notes from friendly faces moreso! Yes? However, I hope I did not keep you for waiting too late. Very nice place. Good drink maybe?" The Ravnos shook his business partners hand and sat down in one of the fine chairs adjacent to her. Sokol settled down quietly at the foot of the chair and watched Miss Hauke with his dark eyes. "Ah! For you I introduce. Long time friend. This Borzoi is my companion for tonight. Well behaved. I am happy for them to let him stay inside such nice place. However, he is known as...how do you say? Aristocratic hound by history?" His obscure joke may have been lost upon the Scandinavian. He continued with his little speech. "Too business. How are arrangements for tomorrow night? Have you picked horses? Tell me what Is new in plan." Edited by Iakov Reznik, Friday, 4. April 2014, 08:53.
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| Malia | Friday, 4. April 2014, 12:40 Post #5 |
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"You're good to go, I made my way among the night shift people and instructed them to ignore a gray haired man with an eye patch talking to the horses at night. They'll notice, then forget they noticed you and walk away, basically, as if you're not worth their attention. The horse Ramrod, has a 1 in 15 chance of winning. He's not the worst horse on the race roster, in fact he's got a good history, but the rumor is he's recovering from a sprained ankle and most people think he's going to be skittish because he's a temperamental animal. I've arranged for a bet of 2,000 pounds to be put down on him, so I'd very much like a win. Your share will be 15,000 pounds if the race goes the way we want it to." She regarded the dog with a raised eyebrow. The animal had to be a ghoul, since technically ghouls were allowed she supposed he was. The thing about the club is, you'd never know it wasn't just a very nice and elegant house from the outside. No reason for random people to just walk into it because if you didn't KNOW it was a club, you'd never find it. "I wouldn't know about how they passed around the word for the club. I don't do animals. I would have expected word of mouth to have gotten the name and address to you but I guess some don't keep their ears to the rumor mill the way I do." She supposed a note on a cat made sense. Jason was a gangrel. Though he didn't like cats all that much as far as she remembered. She narrowed her gray eyes in thought, then shook it off, it wasn't time to be considering her enemy. "He appears to be a lovely dog. Your ghoul I assume? I've never been much of an animal person. Too high strung I suppose." |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 08:59 Post #6 |
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"Ramrod." He took out a small black notebook and a pen and wrote a few notes before continuing. " You must be very persuasive lady to get such people's to ignore my presence. This fascinates me. Good trick! Hmm. Horses fresh from lameness can have mixed reactions to returning to work. You pick good middle ground wild card horse. Good choice. You have done homework! Impressed I am. It sounds as if all is to rights. Tell me, were there any of our kind about Sandown? There must be some element there. So much money to be made in such places. No?" He watched her regard Sokol, who politely bowed his head in her direction before laying his head down again between his paws. "You must remember I am stranger here. My connections in London are but few as of yet. Rumor mills will come my way as I wander. My people are good for this, but not for underworld of course. You are my connection to this." He hoped he had been clear, even though he felt a bit vulnerable in telling her the truth about his lack of kindred connections in general. " Ah yes. Sokol. He has been with me for very long time. I am glad that he is accepted by such fine establishment and yourself to certain degree." He chuckled slightly and patted the regal animals side with a big hollow sound that made the ghoul rumble. " As for my end of bargain. I will work my magic starting after midnight. Do you have any questions of me? A" |
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| Malia | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 12:32 Post #7 |
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"No, that I saw there wasn't any kindred influence around the race track. London seems a place of squandered opportunity. As for being persuasive, I have my moments." She leaned back in her chair and looked around, her gray eyes examining the place slowly, a slight smile on her lips. The black haired woman was amused to be sitting in the middle of Jason's self-proclaimed Elysium. "In truth I'd say they'd rather have your Sokol here than me. But rules are rules." She grinned like a shark and shrugs her petite shoulders. She did reach into her back and take out some of the recent racing forms and slid them over to Niko. She took for granted that he knew more about horses than she did so she'd be letting him pick the animals for the most part, it was just luck that she'd heard some of the grooms talking about the horse in question. "I think you most likely know more about horses than I do Niko. These are the racing flyers for the next month or so of races. I'm sure you're more than capable of picking out good solid bets for us so I brought them for you to look over." |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 18:35 Post #8 |
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He took the papers and carefully looked them over. There was a very enthusiastic glint in his eye as the prospect of this becoming an ongoing job began to realize itself. Sokol shifted uneasily as he peered up at Iakov, having been all too familiar with the vibe his master was exuding. The Ravnos' beast had been tickled from its slumber. "Oh very good. Very good. No kindred problems. Security in control. Horses with ears open for whispers. So many bets to play, and so much time to play them. No?" That glint in his eye was flashed to her now, his own crooked smirk joining to match with her mood. He liked where this was going. "Tell me, Miss Hauke, do they have drink here? If so, please let me treat you. Such occasion calls for a toast." No Brujah could command strange mortals to ignore someone hanging around their stables in the night. Well, as far as he knew anyway. Presence was sort of a temporary effect as far as he had experienced. She made it sounds like this was going to be an ongoing attitude with the staff there. It was time to narrow down just whom he was dealing with. "Barkeep! Two drinks. Please." Edited by Iakov Reznik, Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 18:40.
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| Malia | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 18:47 Post #9 |
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She grinned. He guessed. "Clever boy.... I'll have to decline. I'm afraid my diet is a bit more restrictive than most and I don't think this place has organized itself to such an extent that I can avoid getting something wrong. I think we'd both like to avoid having me spew blood across the room uncontrollably." She held out a hand to him and smiled, the same shark-like grin as before. "Malia Hauke, Clan Ventrue, Anarch. At your service... and yes. The night staff at the race track will ignore you until I or another with my powers comes along and gives them another command that supplants it." While it could be useful for people to think she was a Brujah in her first few meetings with them, that was generally because it made them far less likely to try and jump her and gain physical advantage over her. Her small stature occasionally worked against her when it came to some vampires. At the same time, people thinking she was a Brujah meant they weren't so careful about avoiding focusing on her, and once they did, well, it was good to control the minds of others. Not that she felt she had the need for that here. She'd control him with a much older and more reliable method, greed and profit. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 19:24 Post #10 |
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He took the lady's hand from underneath this time, her palm down. The gesture probably showed his age, but more importantly it was out of respect for her coming clean to him. He hadn't dealt with many Ventrue. He may have been a trickster but this clan had very power influence. He'd need to be careful not to fall under her spell. She'd shown him a bit of her vulnerable underbelly, and through he was not ready to extend quite as much trust to the Gadjo, he felt inclined to at least give her his name. It was only fair. "Niko is trade name of mine I fear. Real titles. well... For me. Iakov Reznik. I answer to no prince or baron, though, I've been obliged to cooperate at times." Was there a need for her to know his clan? He wasn't sure. He liked this Gangrel guise. Why complicate things beyond that? If he got his job done and well enough there wasn't really any harm in keeping it from her, especially if the Gadjo Ventrue meant to bring harm to him in the future. Aces up sleeves can be useful in a pinch. Edited by Iakov Reznik, Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 19:26.
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| Malia | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 19:35 Post #11 |
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The pigtailed Ventrue laughed, a sound surprisingly like the tinkling of a silver bell. She hated it, but it was her laugh and she felt stupid faking some harsh gritty cawing just to look more badass. She was 5'2, she'd never be big enough to intimidate people with her looks. So she'd settle for attitude and personality "Well, Niko is easier to say so I'm content with that. We should be careful not to get greedy. If we mess with too many races someone whose good at statistics will pick out the numbers and realize someone is fixing races. Same reason we should avoid going for the horses with the highest win potential. We want underdogs but not the long shots. I'd say we should avoid fixing more than one race in five and stagger them at random intervals, not every fifth race. I imagine you know all this but it never hurts to have it spelled out so neither of us gets too greedy. If we're careful we can milk the track for a fortune over the years and nobody'll get any wiser. If we're greedy and push to hard, they'll launch a sting looking for the corrupt element." You'd almost think she'd paid attention getting that minor in Business. On the other hand when you decide to make your fortune on the wrong side of the law, boning up on the ways you could get caught was a pretty good idea. Besides, she'd watched that show Numb3rs and the possibility of getting caught through statistics annoyed her. She'd always hated statistics. Fortunately when taking Cultural Anthropology and Occult Studies as a major at University, you didn't have to take it much. Much. Ugh, fucking awful shit. She regarded Niko with her gray eyes. Evaluating him. Judging whether or not he was likely to get greedy and get them both caught. Once she set it up for him to move around the place unnoticed she set it up for him to try and cut her out of the deal. He could make his own bets through proxies and change the winners on her and all she'd have to stop him was her promise of vengeance. She rather disliked having to take that much on faith but face it, there were things the Gangrel could do that she just couldn't. Like tell the animals what to do. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 20:06 Post #12 |
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He watched her eyes study him. She had every right to. Already, the wheels in his mind were spinning at a tremendous rate, and the beast screamed for ludicrous heists and sweeps of legendary magnitude. At this moment the help had brought the two wine glasses of blood to the table, and he didn't hesitate to take it into his hand and toast to the air towards her. "To sustainable and lucrative business!" He tipped the glass up and drank the blood down quickly, then set it down and brought out a handkerchief so he could wipe any remains from his mustache. It took the edge off him, and his mind felt a bit less distracted, the beast distracted for the time being. "I am in agreement with you. In fact, perhaps to lose random times for smaller or larger sum may be of help. It is to say, we win back earnings of course in time. Good tactic I have found. Losing! Healthy thing! No suspicious dealings with losers." He took the secondary glass of blood and set it at Sokol's feet. The hound carefully placed his paws on the base of the glass to steady it and then lapped up the continence eagerly, but was careful not to spill a drop. "Tonight I will travel towards Sandown. Next night I act. Next morning you win. Hmm? However, when you collect winnings, were do I find you?" |
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| Malia | Tuesday, 8. April 2014, 20:15 Post #13 |
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"Well, in truth I'll use a different person to make every bet and they'll have no real memory of me to go on. So even if someone picks up an odd pattern of gambling they won't be able to find a connection between the gamblers and nothing at all to lead to one old man who wanders the race track at night talking to the horses. The only real danger will come from our kind who might pick up on the odd pay outs. But as long as we vary the amount of the bets so that they're not all huge, we should be good. I figure keeping our winnings to between 50 and 200 thousand at all times is good. People notice HUGE winners, but moderate winners are a statistical guarantee." She grinned at the sight of the blood drinking hound. Like it's size didn't guarantee the animal was a ghoul. She was guessing an old one from his comment, which implied it could be a powerful animal in it's own right. She'd remember that. If she ever felt a confrontation with Niko was inevitable she'd have to take his pet into consideration. Still, for now the business should be going well and there was no reason to borrow trouble. She smiled in satisfaction and leaned back in the chair, reaching up to twirl and toy with one of her pigtails. It was good to be able to set up a reliable income here in London, even if she needed a partner. She could always use the capitol from this venture to fund something else, something she could run on her own without needing to worry about partners. "I'm going to assume you'll be making your own side bets. I don't mind, in fact if more than one unrelated person makes a bit on the same winner it makes it look like less of a fluke. But I'm going to trust that you won't be making bets so large as to make it obvious someone knew the race was a sure thing. That's what we need to avoid at all costs. Even if, as you say, it means that sometimes we fix a race and don't gather a win from it. Scrutiny is our enemy." |
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| Iakov Reznik | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 06:51 Post #14 |
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"You make very good points. I agree with such plans. Yes. I am also glad you allow me to place my own wagers. Not to worry, it is all strategic. How do I contact you in future though? Which way is best. Most secure. I suppose here is alright if it is protected from outside force. Set schedule? I mean to say, you would not be vanishing any time soon, especially if you are wanting to assure such horses are in your favor. No?" He took the empty glass from Sokol and placed it back on the table with the other empty one. He contemplated ordering another round but decided something fresh would do better at calming his busy mind and readying him for tomorrow's business. The wolfhound quietly licked its jaws, happy to have received the offering. If Malia did have to tangle with the animal in the future, it would be quite the scuffle. All hungry fangs and rippling muscle traveling at nearly 40 miles per hour to be precise. "Well Miss Hauke, night is young and preparations to be made. Was there any more to speak of in such fine of establishments? I believe your business is complete and now I am left to do my part." He extends his hand to shake hers and then puts on his coat and hat, tipping it to her with a wry smile. Edited by Iakov Reznik, Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 06:51.
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| Malia | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 12:59 Post #15 |
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The small pigtailed woman smiled and took out a card, it was a simple black rectangle of paper with a number of white printed on it. No name or any other information, just a phone number. She slid it across the table to the gangrel and nodded. "This is the simplest way to contact me. Just call this number and it'll connect you to me. It looks like we should have a pretty profitable partnership Niko. As you can imagine, it pleases me greatly.... and no, I have no real plans to vanish anytime soon. Even if I drop off the grid a message left at that number will reach me and I should get back to you soon." Greed and self-control. Two assets she could really appreciate in a partner. After all, that was the best way to make a fortune. At least Niko saw the value in taking things one step at a time, which made it far less likely that either of them would get caught. Not getting caught was a big thing for Malia. She disliked it greatly. "It has been a pleasure doing business with you Niko. Good to work with professionals. May all our business be profitable." She shook his hand readily and nodded her head, giving him a wave as he rose to depart. No need to belabor the point and drag out the conversations until they were both screaming to get away from each other. |
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| Iakov Reznik | Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 16:08 Post #16 |
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The gadjo had actually been most pleasant this evening, at least in comparison to the previous night. If she kept the cash rolling his way and played nice, it could make for quite the tidy little business venture. "And it shall, of course. Not to be worrying for this." He tucked the ebony card into his pocket while Sokol rose to stand at his side. "I will call, and soon. Good night Miss Hauke." The one eyed man exited the building as quietly as he came, the hound gave Malia one last look before he followed his master outside. (Continues Here...) Edited by Iakov Reznik, Wednesday, 9. April 2014, 16:14.
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