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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 27. May 2014, 20:19 (216 Views) | |
| Toran | Tuesday, 27. May 2014, 20:19 Post #1 |
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The Formerly Hated
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The boxes were packed and the last were being loaded for delivery to the airport. It had taken most of Toran's savings to ensure that things got packed up and a suitable location to receive them was purchased. Lucy had picked the Netherlands. Should be interesting. A couple of her German friends had settled there. The building was still an armored bunker. It would remain sealed on the unlikely chance that they'd ever need to return there. His Aunt Jams would receive the pass codes for the electronic security and the door key card in the mail. The front room tattoo parlor. The back room dojo. The floor vault leading to the sealed off pit with it's own side vault door to the underground bunker, now furnished with basic furniture. The side door on the first floor that lead to the empty warehouse next door where Toran's equipment had used to be. The spiral staircase that led upstairs to living quarters. The building would lay fallow in his name unless he returned or his Aunt found herself in need of an armored home to live in. Somehow Toran didn't think it was her style. He left a message with Mac to let her know he'd be in the Netherlands if she ever needed anything; with Lucy. London had helped him grow and change in many ways; but too many people knew him from when he walked in the sun at this point. Granted, most of them were gang bangers and thieves. But Lucy and He had decided to set up shop somewhere else. A simple tattoo parlor and machinist shop. Legitimate business, no ties, no past. Nobody who would know them or hold a grudge. No contested city to confuse things and make them difficult. A Camarilla run city where they could hunt, feed and enjoy their unlives together without any of the madness that had ruled London for so long. A new beginning for the pair of them. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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