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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.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
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Tremere: 2
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Brujah: 2 (3)
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Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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Still haven't found what I'm looking for (Aguirre)
Topic Started: Sunday, 11. May 2014, 23:23 (454 Views)
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Ellen thought she should get a fucking notebook. After her cheap phone had had a sudden case of failure, it had become a bitch to get in contact with people. Especially when she as still hazy as to whether she'd had some numbers in the first place. Shit at that club had shown her the problem. Didn't know many people. Not bad, but in this situation, it sucked. If Baronhood was as open as van Dyke had said, she needed to talk to people. The kind that knew more people than she did. Sure, she'd seen some anarchs at different points. Clan meeting or that diaper thing. In the Tripper or during that clusterfuck of a rant Andrews had tried to get going. Could even think of some names. Klein and Jean-Luc or whatever his name was. Scott and Andrews. Ford, van Dyke and that Jason guy, if they were really anarchs. But in the end, there were just three people in this place that she somehow thought she could kinda trust. Two of which weren't even anarchs. Took them straight out of the question. That left one.

Only that one had gone to ground and was laying low. That as the Brujah's bet at least. She'd been on the run often enough herself to know the signs when she saw them. Whatever had gone down, Aguirre had made sure she'd be a bitch to find. Easily accepted challenge at first. Whole clusterfuck had tested her patience more than once since then. She'd picked up the dumpster trail more than a week ago. She was pretty sure Aguirre was not a Tripper regular, but from what she'd heard, the girl hadn't been seen in general for a while, as if she avoided people. She'd had a date with some Nossie though. Normally not a cheap info, but the guy had been pissed at some other rats from out of town and just wanted that other Nossies' whereabouts. She'd told him she'd keep her eyes open for what the guy had called 'some flower and two fucktards'. Whatever that meant.

She'd gotten the hint about someone who fit Aguirre's description somewhat from a guy who lived in the gutter. Only payment had been to take care of two infected teeth he had been carrying around. She wasn't a dentist, but she learned quick and this hadn't the first time anyway. Getting shit out was never hard after all. He had pointed her at some house scheduled for demolition. That's where she waited the next night on top of a fence post. And guess who came out? Looked a bit different, but she was pretty sure the Brujah Ellen had been looking for. Sharp whistle might've just been enough to get her attention. Wouldn't let her go like that after almost two weeks of fucking work. "Pretty hard to get you these days, Aguirre! Got a minute? I got the feeling we should talk." She jumped off the fence post and leaned against it.
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Aguirre hadn't been home in a while.

At first, it was because Mac was always there; ever present, ever in the way, almost always in her shower when she left oh-so-quietly at night. The Brujah knew the drill, and Church managed to keep quiet about her reappearance, however much it might have bothered him to do so. She'd go back in the morning sometimes if she was sure the Amazonian had gone home, but most times she stayed in odd places throughout the day just to make sure she didn't have an awkward reunion that she wasn't yet ready for. At least, that was how it had been at first.

Something had changed since Aguirre was kept below the city, an animal captive in the sewers of London for better or for worse--which always meant worse. Since the uncomfortably heated conversation she'd had with a Nosferatu she used to love and could now only find feelings of resentment and obsession for, she didn't want to be around the things that reminded her of the scared, easily led person she was before and the one who disappointed him now. The things in her apartment reminded her of a time when she was so much less, so easily bent to the whims of others, that she couldn't be around them without wondering why she'd ever been attached, and why it all still made her think of Sawyer despite how desperately she wanted to forget him. Of course, she knew the answer--partially. She knew the blood would continue to rip through the tissue of her brain with these thoughts until the bond eventually waned, whenever that would be. What she didn't quite understand was why, instead of wanting to please him and make him happy like she wanted to before, the brunette now only felt the bitterness of a bottle of lye in the back of her throat every time he strolled through her thoughts--which was way too often.

Aguirre woke up tonight thinking about him. This time, though, she thought back to before she split the family up and went to the States, thought about the night they spent drowning each other in the snow and enjoying themselves for the first time since Henderson. To wake up each evening and instantly feel regret, to feel the wrenching of her heart strings from her chest and the fatigue in her bones that accompanied depression on a large scale, was torture. It wasn't the kind of agony she associated with the night he broke everything in her body, but pain that grasped the coattails of missing a person one thought they couldn't possibly hate anymore. She missed him, despite how little he deserved it.

This, of course, had her rolling off the old wooden window seat of this abandoned house in a mood that would end up dictating the rest of the evening, a fact that only served to put her in a bad mood. She sat up, rubbed two very weary copper eyes, then brought both hands into her vision to study them. They were someone else's. Each line belonged to someone else that she was only watching from behind a screen, a blurry view of a short life line and nails chewed down to the nub just prior to embrace. It was almost as if she couldn't feel them at all, and upon closer inspection, the heavy boots on her feet seemed just as foreign.

It took a few minutes to get going, but before long, she was slowly making her way out of the house she'd been squatting in for the past couple days. She was slouched to appear shorter, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of a leather jacket whose owner had neglected any kind of care for it. Thin legs filled jeans that were too big, baggy, obviously not made for her body type and perhaps not even her own. A sharp whistle that resounded in her skull and echoed like it was from down a long hallway caught her attention, but it took her a moment to register who it had come from until she saw Ellen hop down from the broken down fencing in the tiny front yard. Out of all the people to have found her here tonight, the other Brujah seemed the least likely.

"If one's hard to find, I would usually assume they didn't really wanna be found in the first place," she replied, tone seeming especially hollow.

"But I guess that does sorta depend on what it is you wanna talk about."
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She nodded. "Damn straight, thought so. That's none of my business, but I heard there's all sorts of stuff out there talking about having a Baron, becoming Baron and all that. Would've liked to leave you be, but this is our matter, that takes Janey and Flintsy right out. I don't trust Ford, will keep my distance to that Gar guy and his oh-so-old friend and his club for now and Scott is even harder to find. That left you. I spend about two weeks to find you. And here we are."

Hand in her pockets, she closed in on the other Brujah. Ellen got one of the small bit of cigarette out and put it between her lips. Didn't light it though. "Im pretty comfortable at the fringes. I do my shit, people do theirs and all's sugar and sweetness. Barony's serious business though, so I thought I should get out under that rock for it and have a look who's got a hat in the ring and who ain't. Or what's up in general. So yeah, I could use a hand there. You ain't up for that, tell me to leave you the fuck alone and I will, no strings attached."
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At the mention of Barony, Aguirre was vaguely aware of having a similar conversation very recently--more than vaguely, though she could hardly focus on anything but the thorn that had been piercing her side since she woke up and the present pleasantries being exchanged between herself and a Blonde she should have had more respect for than she was showing. The more complacent Brujah seemed to look just beyond Jelena, seemingly at something behind her, though she took in the words and at least half comprehended them. She wasn't interested in politics tonight, only in finding her prey for the evening and then spending it out of sight, but she had promised Dandelion that she would speak to the other Anarchs--a promise she hadn't yet honored.

The part that seemed to catch her attention the most was when Jelena volunteered the fact that she'd been seeking her out for two weeks, seeking out a waste of space for it's opinion on the hierarchy climate. Curious to think that, even while the blonde had no one else to trust, Aguirre was the one she chose as a subject of pursuit. One eyebrow did seem to twitch as her impromptu visitor pulled out a cigarette, backing a step farther away to avoid being anywhere near a flame.

"I ain't gonna tell you to leave me be. I was s'posed to have been talkin' around too. Just been... A bit subdued."

She still hadn't gotten a new cell phone, hadn't even given Dandelion a call by way of pay phone because she either forgot or just didn't have anything to report other than 'Sorry, Miss Dandelion, I'll do it next weekend.'

"I dunno what it was, specifically, that you wanted to know about; what I do know is that I ain't gonna bow down, and that's all I seem to hear people wantin' to do anymore. Just 'cause we ain't got a governing body at the moment, don't mean we gotta accept Nora's cop-out of a system. Don't mean we gotta accept What's-His-Name's Cammy law either. But that's just my take on it."

She paused for just a moment, as if trying to find the correct wording for her afterthought.

"We just gotta find a way to get together and rise up from the ashes of the last neglected administration. As for 'what's up'? We're a bunch of lazy pricks with faith in the wrong people. I don't blame anybody but Nora and that Prince for our predicament more than anybody else."
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"Happens to everyone." Whatever she meant by subdued. Aguirre said she was supposed to be talking around. Fuck yeah that meant she wasn't with the wrong address at least. Got lucky, much? "Cop-out or not, the system kinda worked and got at least some fuckers off our backs. This point, we ain't got anything to keep shit away from us. We don't change that, we'll be as hard to get rid of as the rest of a dog turd on the sole of a boot. I'll be fucked if I want that." Nope, didn't want that! Needed to see if there were more out here that didn't and wouldn't be asses about it. She grinned and pushed her hands deep into her pockets. "We've all been pretty complic-, complac-" Fuck! "content with letting people run the show. What about we don't agree on how shit a job they did but see what worked and how we can improve it? Wouldn't want to get kicked out of here because no one gives a fuck. We're as much to blame as they are."

Ellen made a few more steps towards the other Brujah. "So you're supposed to talk to people. Dunno who gave you the job, and it ain't important really. People need to be talked to and fast as fuck too, best would be yesterday already. Anyway, you need a hand, I'll help you!" Gotta get shit rolling and more hands did easier work. Or something like that. She'd been through with work as anyone's bitch for some time now. Wouldn't mind if that didn't change.
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Aguirre wasn’t exactly sure what to think about protection at the moment. She wasn’t sure what to think about much of anything, aside from incredibly negative thoughts, with Ellen being an exception to all that. After all, this was the woman who, besides Moshe, carried her away from a fight she never would have won. She would have tried, but it never would of worked out—and apparently her Beast did try. It was persistent, especially nowadays, when she had an even shorter fuse than the clan curse caused in her before. It was hard to imagine anyone believing in her enough to come knocking, enough to come by asking the most complacent Brujah in the city to come out of her shell and care about something for a little while. Aguirre, as much as her compatriot, wanted nothing more than to feel safe, secure, and free—the way any mouse does about their own hole. This part of town was her hole. This part of town was her home for just over three decades. Prying that from her cold, dead hands? Nah. Not happening. No chance.

For the first time in the few minutes she and Ellen had been conversing, Mouse seemed to be paying attention. She seemed to be on the same wavelength. It was amazing, because in the past… being able to focus through the storm in her mind was more difficult than it sounded, and it sounded difficult. True enough that her mood was capable of changing like the weather in Galveston, from light rain to hurricane, but in this case? It was a good thing. It was a blessing. Aguirre straightened up, full focus on Ellen as she stuttered her words, and waited for her conclusion.

”I ain’t in need of a hand as much as I’m in need of some decent company, though you’re better at talkin’ than I am. Let’s take a walk. I’ve been a little out of touch, but you got your fingers right on the pulse in the community. I wanna know what’s been goin’ on. I don't know that we need a baron, but I know that—if we’re looking the wrong way—Camarilla are gonna be on us like flies on shit. I still got a healthy dose of paranoia, at least. I need to know who you already got crossed off your list. I ain’t got a soul crossed of mine of yet.”

This was more than she’d been able to say in days, perhaps not as animated or passionate as before, but at least she gave a shit. She did give a shit. She just had to convince herself that it was worth it to be out in the open, to be exposed, to stick her neck out. This was worth it. She’d never done anything for her sect, for her bastard-dead-beat-sire’s sect, but she’d been allowed to live in solitude and comfort for so long that she felt she owed them now. She did owe them. She owed Ellen for saving her ass, owed Moshe for not abandoning her when she broke his leg… It was his leg, right?... Either way, it didn’t make a difference. This was important. If Ellen had gone to the trouble of finding her, despite how much she would have preferred to be left alone, she was an important piece in the puzzle. Ha. The first time she might have considered herself important in years.

Aguirre took a few slow steps forward as a signal for Ellen to follow before stepping out onto the street at normal speed, lanky Brunette dropping feet with no small amount of weight. Hey, the boots were heavy—and the exposure to a conversation that directly involved her didn’t sit too well in her stomach, either. Her gaze was still clouded in a fog, but she was listening. She was intent. She was ready to get out of this absolute absence of activity and stretch her legs.

”Who do you trust? I dunno if I’ve ever seen you look at anybody with any kind of favor, least of all the people callin’ themselves Anarch in this city.”
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Movement was good. Both senses of the word, brought some action into shit. But good to see Aguirre was on board with things. Pulse remark was a pretty good comparison for the situation. Atm, the Brujah had her hand on the pulse, but it was really fucking weak, just like the Anarch community at large. Everybody clung to the label but did little more than their own thing. The movement wasn't dead, but it might soon be, if they didn't do anything. Which was why they were here now. "Guess you know about the Tripper thing and the Princes issue of toilet paper? Put my own manifesto out to see if I can rally Anarchs who want to do something about shit. That got me Tory Scott. She sent me after some Ravnos called Sherwood and will talk to some friend of hers called Church. Will have to see the guy myself at some point."

Ellen closed the distance as Aguirre started to walk. "We got another girl interested, Marceline, might remember her from the Brujah meeting Gramps hosted. Also ran into some guy, called himself Rob Aiken. Bit too gung-ho and trigger-happy if you ask me. Will have to see if he's more trouble than he's worth. Also had another one there I can't recall the name of. Anyways, I'm pretty much dragging my net through the lake and see what I catch."

Pretty risky when she thought about it, but the audience was select enough to make it work. Most likely at least. "There are some still on my list from that baby shower stuff. Moshe and that other guy who broke the chair. Perhaps the Lessie girl... Also perhaps those have good pointers for me. Myself?" Heh, didn't have to think too hard about that one. "Got two persons I kinda trust. Heh, both Cammies though, so bad luck for me, I guess. Nah, haven't really dealt with Anarchs here much. Preferred not to get sucked into politics. Ironic, eh?" She laughed. "Now I'm one of those who tie the strings. Way to fucking go."
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Aguirre's hands dug deep into her pockets, half expecting to find a cell phone but ultimately failing since she hadn't actually replaced the one she lost in America. Talk about being off the grid; she hadn't been on a computer anymore than absolutely necessary, hadn't had a cell phone in approximately six months, and had been avoiding her family, friends, and acquaintances like the plague. She was regretting it more and more now that she was being dragged back into the community; she didn't know anyone anymore. Mention of Church nearly even made her flinch, mostly out of guilt--but that was a condition of her very existence. Guilt was an ingrained emotion that she'd never quite gotten around to blocking out, not really. She was sure that, after all this time, after being away for so long, Church was upset to say the least. Mac came back to keep him company, which was a saving grace, but that increased the likelihood that she also knew the antisocial Brujah came back from the states in one peace--which was not encouraging. Church had promised, yeah, but that didn't mean much when you had your balls in the grip of an Amazonian woman who just about matched you for strength. Aguirre was sure she was in a for an ass-kicking in the near future if they ever ran into one another.

"He exists. He just don't much like the community. I certainly ain't blamin' him."

She listened on, and the assumption that she knew almost no one anymore increased--it was a kind of insecurity after the friends she'd made when she initially came out of hiding. She was always running into people she knew at the weirdest times, always felt like she had someone backing her up wherever she went. Now... It was a complete dog-eat-dog scenario again. Sawyer had fucked right off, which was fine with her, despite the ache in her veins and her mind. At the last Anarch meeting, after so many disappointments, she finally snapped--staked, dragged across town, chained up in Toran's basement. If she seemed more and more trepidatious as Ellen continued, it's because she was. Dragging a net through a lake of Anarchs who didn't give a single shit about one another was a dangerous game to play, though; it made her worry, and about her colleague especially, considering that she was now "one of those who tied the strings". She'd never seen the other Brujah as the kind to buy into diplomacy. She could only wonder what had been going on this whole time while she ducked for cover like a coward. As she mentioned her loyalties once more, to one Camarilla prick she knew and the other she didn't care to, Aguirre chewed idly on her nub of a thumb nail.

"Be careful putting your stock in the Camarilla folks like that. They seem trustworthy... but they're pawns. Ambassadors. They're bein' manipulated and they might not even know that they're passin' the manipulation on to us. In the future, if they know about anythin' we're plannin', it could really fuck us over. We gotta stay exclusive for each other's sakes. Just my opinion, though."

Mouse mumbled this through clenched teeth as she chewed her nail, seemingly in thought; she remembered a time when she didn't care about what sect the people she cared about were from, didn't care about who they chose to align themselves with. She'd since had her trust completely shattered, and not just by one person one one side; she'd dealt with the Sabbat in Staten Island, probably the bizarro version of her own clan. She didn't trust anyone but her own anymore, at least not with the politics. She'd learned how unwise it was to place one's cards face up on the table. She had yet to master the art of keeping her emotions from showing on her sleeve, though--the next milestone, hopefully.

She thought over the list of people Ellen had already come in contact with, including Victoria Scott and Moshe. Two names she absolutely remembered, albeit in completely different lights. She hadn't seen Moshe since returning to London, hadn't even checked to see how he was faring with his new condition. She didn't worry much about him now, considering he knew more about the Night than Aguirre had learned in the last thiry-some-odd years. Victoria... Well, more than likely, she could go fuck herself. If she was a valuable asset, though--which Ellen seemed to think she was--Mouse could keep it civil. She could keep her mouth shut. That's what she was good at for the most part. Marceline sounded vaguely familiar, although she'd tried to block the Brujah meeting from her memory. Rob Aiken sounded like he was sour on the Blonde's pallet, although gung-ho and trigger happy? Aguirre could appreciate such a mentality, within reason. Lessie... did she know a Lessie? Was it perhaps Leslie? She remembered Leslie from the Tripper, the time she and Sawyer tried to keep Nora from doing something completely reckless.. and gotten hijacked into going to Blythe House instead. Fucking stupid. Everything they'd ever done together seemed like a mistake in retrospect.

"I ain't actually got a clue about the Tripper, though... and.. Toilet paper? What happened?"
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"Good thing. Means we can get a hold of him and talk at him. Might be open for it." Didn't sound to bad. Hadn't wanted to have much to do with the bunch as well, now she did. She could change, perhaps the Church guy could too. They just had to try and sell it, if the guy was an Anarch, that meant he was hopefully in their little group for something. Distance from the Cam, freedom from oppression, personal preference, business, emotional shit. Who the fuck knew before they hadn't talked to him? Exactly. Ah, damn, made her almost want to light the cig in her mouth, but then she remembered why that'd be a bad idea. A very bad one. "Hell, before shit hit the fucking fan I didn't really either. Can't do more than talk to him. Know where I can find him?" she asked. Aguirre seemed to know the guy, might be good for a pointer.

"I know, thats why none of them has much of a clue what we're doing here. At least I'm not letting them in on shit, don't know about the others, but so far, we got a nice small group of people who trust at least some others. Each person leads to the next. Nice little chain, might just work out. Know a lot of crap that started out worse." Didn't mean much, but it was something. Heh, might even work out. Owed it to a lot of people to at least try. "But yeah, one reason why we're not after Cammies or shit, but stick to Anarchs and those who got as much to lose as us."

Tied in nicely with the last bit. Hard to believe Aguirre knew nothing about it, but then, might've been away or shit or as isolatinist as Ellen had been herself. Didn't matter much, either. She took the cigarette out from between her lips and slowly crumbled it to the floor as she spoke. "So this Ventrue came into the Tripper and got into a fight with one of us. Caught a few punches and set the Anarch on fire. Go figure. Far as I heard, the guys who were there didn't like that and he was all high and mighty and couldn't get his head out of his ass. Guess what? They killed him." Heh, best was still to come. Wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and continued. "Next day some guy walks in and blows himself up Al-Quaeda style. So yeah, Tripper's history. Brings us to the toilet paper."

OK, needed to keep it calm, so focus and just tell it as if it were the weather! "Prince reacted of course. Came to that Hospitality club that's opened in Enfield. Condemned the guy's memory and shit and offered to pay reparations. Also talked all this shit about how its his duty to protect all London Kindred, blah blah blah. But yeah the toilet paper. Basically says we can hunt and live in some boroughs, forgot which ones. Nice eh? All we got to do is respect the traditions and go see the Prince. Oh, and he'll set the Scourge on any unannounced people who are caught in his domain. Charming, eh?" She spat on the pavement.
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