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| Words, words, words; To the attention of Alarik Blücher, Prince of London | |
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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 21. May 2014, 19:03 (198 Views) | |
| Adry Hale | Wednesday, 21. May 2014, 19:03 Post #1 |
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Rattlesnake
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I smell like shit. See I can't sweat but shit sticks to my skin as much as that of a juice bag (I really like this term hehehe). And so does alcohol and the sweat of the ladies that have the pleasure to sleep with me. Hell do they stink. Speakin' of which... I should start worryin' about the chick wrapped up on my sheets shouldn't I? I mean she's breathin' and movin' but she should be awaken by now, wonderin' what kinda shit she drank yesterday that got her brainz all melted. Not my goods that for sure, I only sell the best material. 'S me who's gonna do them after all. Whatever, not like I drained her to death. I just gave her couple of the finest E, then took a sip of that delicious psychoactive mana of hers then fucked her to sleep. She dies? Ain't my fault buddy. And I really have better things to worry about now. Like this damn presentation form. I got all the partyin' I wanted now it's time for some serious grown-up bullshit. The papers sit before me on my desk, ready to be filled with hypocresy and kind words. Actually, I shouldn't be writtin' this but I'd rather deal with the Boss now than have my ass dogged by his hounds later. I dunno what kinda Anarch policy this guy has and I'm all for a friendly relationship with the Cam. By which I mean their grounds. They always have the best grounds. Ain't gonna stick to the suburbs and their drop-outs all the time. Girl has dreams! So I take a pen and start fillin' the blanks. Presentation form Letter I think it's pretty decent... Yes, yes it is. And now I only need to find an env... Oh, good, she's puking. Corpses don't puke. "Not feeling too great honey?" |
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| Alarik | Wednesday, 21. May 2014, 20:50 Post #2 |
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"Papers, Please."
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To: Ms. A. Hale CC: Mr. J. Henderson, Seneschal of London From: HH Alarik Blücher, Prince of London Subject: Re: Your Request for a Presentation London, 21st of May 2014 Dear Ms. Hale, Thank you for your interest in becoming a resident of the Domain of London. You may present yourself at the Blythe House tomorrow, at 1:25 AM. Upon arrival at the gatehouse, you will ring for the ghouled guard on duty and present this letter as proof of your appointment. You are asked to follow its instructions as if they were given by me, personally, while you are being escorted to- and from the reception room. You may be subjected to searches. Please cooperate with them. Intentionally leaving your escorts line of sight violates the access norms and will be sanctioned. The use of elevators is not permitted. Smoking is forbidden. Do not damage items or objects! Do not litter! Always keep your hands in plain sight! Additionally, you are requested not to bring any of the following items to the Blythe House: aerosol, alcohol, ammunition, axes and hatches, baseball bats, BB guns, billy clubs, black jacks, blasting caps, bows and arrows, box cutters, brass knuckles, cattle prods, chlorine, compressed air guns, cricket bats, crowbars, drills and drill bits, dynamite, compressed gas cylinders, firearms, fireworks, flammable liquids, flammable paints, flare guns, flares, fuels, gas torches, gasoline, gel-type candles, golf clubs, gun lighters, gunpowder, hammers, hand grenades, hockey sticks, ice axes, knives, kubatons, lacrosse sticks, lighter fluid, lighters, liquid bleach, marijuana, martial arts weapons, matches, meat cleavers, night sticks, non-flammeable liquids, nunchucks, parts of guns and firearms, pellet guns, plastic explosives, pool cues, razor-type blades, realistic replicas of explosives, firearms or incendiaries, sabers, saws, scissors, self defence sprays, skates, ski poles, snow-globes, spear guns, spillable batteries, spray paint, stakes, starter pistols, stun guns & shocking devices, swords, tear gas,throwing stars, tools (including large tools, wrenches, pliers or screwdrivers) turpentine and paint thinner or vehicle airbags. These and other items may be confiscated by the ghouls and put in secure storage for the duration of your visit. Due to enhanced security measures, the following items will be confiscated upon entry and returned to the visitor afterwards: animals, bags, bones, books, bottles, bracers, broomsticks, crystal balls, hats, helmets, herbs, hourglasses, medallions, mirrors, musical instruments, necklaces, orbs, ornamental scarabs, parts of animals, phylacteries, potions, rings, rods, sceptres, scrolls, staves, talismans, 'walking sticks', items with runes or mythological engravings and any other object that may, in the view of Blythe House security, be potentially employed in aid of supernatural actions. No caps, hoods or tracksuits will be allowed to enter. Smart dress only. Thank you for your cooperation. Yours Sincerely, Alarik Blücher Prince of London ![]() OOC
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