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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


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Go tell that long tongued liar; RH, pt. 2
Topic Started: Tuesday, 6. May 2014, 03:28 (490 Views)
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Thing about bein' a thief for a living is that you tend to forget what real work feels like; after a while, you get used to takin' things from people like it's the right thing to do, you find ways to justify what you're doin', why you're doin' it, reasons not to hate yourself for it. Luckily for me, I ain't ever had a problem with takin' silver spoons out of the mouths of hapless yuppies that hire people to cut their law 'cause they're too damn lazy to do it themselves.

I ain't got a conscience when it comes to most of those rotten sonsabitches, ain't never known one to be inherently good until they knew what real hardship was--even if only temporarily, they normally take somethin' away from the life lesson they learned and apply it to most aspects of their lives. They go from demandin' ridiculous services of people in the customer service industry. They tip better 'cause they now know what it's like to be without them extra couple quid. They don't scream at people on the phone who're just tryin' to do their jobs. They learn that they ain't so special.

Am I justifyin' my reasons for takin' their shit and puttin' the proceeds in the douche bag jar? Absolutely. Am I any better for it, any kinda Robin Hood?

Fuck no. But I sure see the appeal in doin' it for the right reasons sometimes.



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"Man, this place looks like pictures of my Ma and Dad's honeymoon destination. And that ain't a compliment, that place had fuckin' duct tape over the windows."

Aguirre laughed, more than anything, at the quality of the motel they'd chosen to host their late night excursions. Wasn't like she actually cared, because after all, being dead eliminated the necessary of things that were comfortable and were mostly certifiably free of black mold. It was just funny to see a place that seemed to have all the original decor of the time it was built lining the hallways like stray furniture on the side of the street, and these pieces didn't even have the decency of a 'FOR SALE' sign on them. Did that mean this place actually had enough business to stay open?

The thought made Aguirre snicker slightly on top of precious bouts of muted laughter. She had at least enough of a filter not to crack up at the desk, which was incredible considering the man in his Cheeto-stained wife beater who'd given up a key to them.

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"Yeah... This place kinda reminds me, uh, me and my family lived in a motel for, like, two years when I was like eight years old. 'Cept this one's nicer." Well, that's a bummer. Maybe. Agu sighed, whatevs. He wasn't trying to put a damper on the chuckles, but... Gah. He wished he had more coin for a nicer motel...

Agustin paid at the front desk, as was made most sense, got a key, then they went to their room. He was kinda surprised there weren't any bullet holes in the door or windows, but then again, this wasn't the States... One bed, a chair off in the corner, a television that looked older than Agu, and peeling paint chips flaking off the walls. The smell of mold and... Ugh. People... Lingered in the air like a freshly bombed toilet...

Speaking of which, dark mismatched eyes caught sight of the loo... And, uh, no thanks. He didn't need a shower any more. It was only a mental need, after all. He'd settle with some brain bleach from his phone nets for now...
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"Man, you're one sad little ball of a person, y'know that?"

Aguirre's laughter ceased, and while she had a genuine tone about the comment she made, it probably didn't make it any less tactless. Wasn't like she'd ever had tact in the first place--in fact, all she really had was a fear of speech, and that had been mostly eradicated since having her eyes opened to what real fear was. Social anxieties were almost nonexistent now, though not completely, and definitely not without separate anxieties popping up in their place.

She looked into the room after Agustin entered--which, if personified, would have represented a decrepit old man at the end of his life cycle, lying in a heap in the dead of winter beneath an underpass. Still, it was better than a dumpster, and--dear lord, a shower! Her eyes lit up slightly at the prospect of clearing the dirt and waste from her features. Even the poster child for body odor awareness at the front desk made a sour face at her, a sign that--regardless of how disgusting the bathroom was--she needed to clean the fuck up. At least there were some cheap little bottles of shampoo and a towel only big enough for a toddler sitting on the chair in the corner.

"I'm gonna jump in the shower. You so much as peek, and I skin you. Kapiche?"

She stole for the bathroom items without really waiting for an answer, trusting that the Malkavian feared death enough not to mess with a woman's shower, and closed the door behind her. Yeesh, this place. Looked like it hadn't had a good scrub in a few years, but mildew was better than cat shit.
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"Well, I try not to be!" Agu responded to being called a sad little ball with a chuckle. No need to get upset over it, he knew what she meant. More or less. Don't be a fuckin' bummer, dude. Which was his own prerogative, honestly. He didn't like bumming himself out either, jeez. Having fun is better, y'know? But...

Must resist the urge to flirt with Aguirre...

It was difficult. Even off-limits as she was, there was still that lingering semi-psychotic urge to -just- fucking -flirt- with her. Which could do no good. Even she said as much. Such an irrational need, want, urge, whatever it could be called. Maybe just play it out in his head...

Don't tempt me, he would have said, I keep an extra layer or two for just such an occasion. (cuz clothing, y'know?) She might turn around to scowl at him, but be unable to keep the mischief-laden smirk from creeping onto her features. Dat accent. Well, aren't you brave? Maybe she'd say, while taking her jacket off. Strangely no longer inching toward the shower. Just, y'know... Disrobing, in the bedroom...

Suddenly, there was a hand in front of Agu's face. It was his own hand. He smacked himself. Hard. Stahp eet, you perv...

Shaking his head, in his own hands. Just short of repeatedly slapping himself, tho'. Agustin sat down on the edge of the bed, and waited for Aguirre to cloister herself safely in the bathroom. Then he spoke up, sounding rather nervous and unsure.

"Um... Yer gonna need some new threads, right? I'll go git ya some from the laundry. I'm sure they have one here. Do you, um, d'you need, y'know? Underwear or anythin'- I mean, I don't want to, but I'll find some clean ones if you need 'em..." He stumbled over his words, just loud enough to be heard through the door as long as the water wasn't running yet.

Gah! Maybe this was a bad idea, after all..?
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"I just need clothes, man, we ain't lingerie shoppin'. Don't be weird."

The muffled voice came from the other side of the door, half making fun and half disturbed on a mild level. Both tones probably shattered his fantasy. She wasn't quite sure if it was just the fact that he was nuts, that he had no filter, or that he still somehow had that hormonal obsession with all things involved with women's underwear leftover from life, but she wanted nothing to do with it either way. Maybe she wasn't necessarily loyal to Sawyer anymore, but she didn't like most people in general, and wouldn't deal well with being touched--even if it were well meaning. Sawyer had been the only exception for a short time, and he would probably still kill Agustin if he ever knew he'd offered her a hotel room, regardless of the reasons. He'd probably kill her too for accepting, just for good measure.

Even if he was a strange guy, Aguirre didn't mind at least doing the job with him, and in general didn't mind his company. He was eternally awkward, yeah, but he wasn't unpleasant. He also didn't feel the need to cage her up beneath the city, and just about anyone who didn't want to keep her in captivity like an animal had a shot at being her friend for a while. If they were already her friend, such as in Agustin's case, kudos to them. She'd also seen the kid skulk around a yuppie's house like he'd done some breaking and entering before, so that was a plus. She was less likely to get smacked upside the head with a frying pan that way.

"Preferably somethin' black, but I ain't makin' any demands. Anythin' clean is much appreciated."

The Brujah double checked that the door was locked before starting the water.
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"Well, fuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuuUUUUUccckk yoooouuuu..." He responded, regaining a measure of confidence with her confirmation that 'no, don't touch any underwear'. Phew, thank the gods... His slightly muffled voice could be heard through the loo door, then the sound of the room door clicking shut and Agu proceeded to lock the thing.

He found himself a nice shadowy corner, checked for cameras real quick and then it was business time...

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And he's off! Around the bend, down the track, to find the finish line. A laundry room. Probably with, like, one washer and dryer. Hopefully no one there... Venturing into the deepest reaches of the motel complex, Agu spotted a person carrying a bag of what looked like clothes. Frumpy, wearing sweat pants. Gods, is that what he looks like in those kinda pants? Ugh. He decided to follow, just to find out where they were going. Prolly jack their threads. Shouldn't be stayin' in such a shady place, lady, guy, whatever you are...
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