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| A Night @ Gjestfrihet Club (ENDED) | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 5. June 2014, 22:53 (702 Views) | |
| Lynx | Thursday, 5. June 2014, 22:53 Post #1 |
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The Club was a simple brownstone. From the outside the three story building looked just like the others on the street. The curtains were heavy and from the outside it looked much like a private residence. There was nothing to indicate that this place was a haven for vampires who wanted to come and find a neutral place to talk. Jason had put the word out with the Nosferatu, hoping that by now it would be spreading to the other Anarchs to get the word out. 1st Floor The first floor was a dark stained hardwood with heavy tables, bolted to the floor with solid iron brackets. Didn't want to make it easy for people to start brawls. The chairs were all weighty, dark wood and leather. The wood was all thick and hard to break into anything easily used as a stake. The bar was massive 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. There was a Sign 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 deny service to any Kindred found to not be following the rules. Lynx was in a simple black suit jacket over a bright green shirt with a crimson mockingjay spray painted onto it. He was seated at the piano playing a soft song, Hall of the Mountain King with an almost magical talent. His fingers danced across the keys and his bright green eyes were closed. He'd gotten a haircut, trimming off the purple tips and returning to his normal blond locks gelled into an artful disarray. Those who knew him might thing him a bit on the subdued side, as he had been since the loss of his child to the embrace of his primary girlfriend. But this night he was pouring his heart into the music he was playing. The music was a bit macabre and dark but he figured that was okay since nobody was around to listen to it. He wasn't even sure if Jason was upstairs in the office. |
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| Vanth | Thursday, 5. June 2014, 23:24 Post #2 |
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Vanth was already obfuscated when he entered the club. Appearing out of no-where with some sarcastic remark whilst hanging upside-down or resting on a table was kind of his thing, and it wouldn't at all be Vanth-y to enter a place with a knock and a friendly 'how-do-you-do?' With only the green-eyed man around, though, the place seemed like it wouldn't be much entertainment. Unlike the Tripper, it had clean floors, posh surroundings and human slaves that might fetch you the expensive drinks. In short, not much like the Tripper at all. More like a Cammie place, though without the silly rules. It was then that he spotted the Sign. The Sign was an affront to the Masquerade, to Anarch liberty, and to the human dignity that should be afforded to all ghouls! They were not property! (They were snacks.) Keeping his guffaw quiet, though, he resolved to do what every upstanding, patriotic, civic-minded denizen of North London would or, by all rights, should do. He would steal the Sign. He moved in closer to study the offending object: was it heavy or light? Was it hanging somewhere or had it been screwed to the wall? Did a circus of red security lasers dance around it, to prevent it from being misappropriated? Such details would be relevant if the Malkavian was to successfully carry out his moral crusade. Edited by Vanth, Thursday, 5. June 2014, 23:25.
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| Lynx | Thursday, 5. June 2014, 23:41 Post #3 |
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Unaware he had an audience, the young man's music changed becoming darker, more strident as the classically trained pianist launched into Holst's Mars, Bringer of War. His eyes still closed as he swayed back and forth. His playing was loud enough he didn't hear the chimes that sounded when the door open. Nor was he particularly aware of anyone moving towards the sign. A bronze plaque engraved and set against a pillar with heavy screws. The font was easy to read and in truth, it was easily dismissed as a joke. Given the fact that the club looked like an old boys club from the 19th century. Lynx wasn't aware he wasn't alone. He played as skillfully as he had before he rejected the talent scouts of Julliard. He wasn't all that good at Urban Exploration, his sketching was primitive at best. He wasn't particularly strong, or fast, or nimble. But this he could do. He could pour his soul into his hands and have them come out a piano and share it with the world. So his fingers drove into the ivories, summoning the pain and rage he felt at a world who had cost him a child and thrown one of the women he loved into undead torment. Suddenly he slapped down his nimble fingers and stood up, sending the bench skidding backwards. Oblivious to anyone watching he walked across the room and behind the bar and took out a very human bottle of scotch. He poured himself a heft glass and took a deep slug with a sigh. "Ah bloody hell CJ, what can I do te make life easier for ye? Ye've learned what ye can drink safely now, and Jason doesn't mind ye feeding from me. But... will ye ever get yer spark back love?" He sighed and sipped the scotch again, welcoming the burn that traveled down his stomach as he slid into a stool on the tender's side of the bar. It felt good to air his words, even if he was talking to himself and a bottle of scotch. Hell, even Jason had admitted he deserved a bit of drinking after what had happened to CJ. |
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| Vanth | Thursday, 5. June 2014, 23:58 Post #4 |
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Finding that the rules had been deemed so important so as to be etched in bronze only advanced the Malkavian's desire to do his duty. Dislodging the heavy screws wouldn't be an issue, really, if he could only arrange to have some time alone in the room, or otherwise could manage to distract the nights' host. Tip-toeing around Lynx, he further explored the place with a to-do list of precisely two items. Item one: find a knife or, ideally, a screwdriver. Item 2: find a distraction. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 6. June 2014, 00:09 Post #5 |
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On the first floor at least, there wasn't much to pry screws out of a wall with. The closest thing around was a bottle opener. If they had a toolbox somewhere, it wasn't visible on the first floor at least. There was two large pool tables, a number of bar stools, the piano, a big screen tv on the wall with a few leather bound chairs before it. Nor was it out in the open on the second floor. Which looked like a huge wood and leather library. Though a person with sharp eyes might notice that the titles, while leather bound, were not nearly as staid and old fashioned as they appeared. An entire shelf was actually leather binders with graphic novels inside. Another section was science fiction. Romance novels, fantasy, classical literature, Age of Satire. It was a reading library, a rather large one with the books dressed up to look like the kind of old leather bound encyclopedias you'd find an an ancient gentleman's club. It also lacked anything like a toolbox. The third floor was much smaller. A heavy steel door set into a vault like room and an office with a closed (and locked) door from which classical music and voices were emerging. One would be forgiven for thinking that there was someone up their talking on the phone or having a business meeting, because it seemed very well that there was. So if there was a toolbox on the premises it was somewhere not easy to find. Meanwhile Lynx continued nursing his drink, his bright green eyes half closed in frustration. He gripped the bottle quiet solidly and every so often the muscle in his arm bunched as if he was restraining the urge to throw it across the room. He took a few deep breaths and sipped his drink again. |
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| Vanth | Friday, 6. June 2014, 11:47 Post #6 |
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Vanth, whose scrounging existence lent itself to improvising, snatched the bottle opener when Lynx wasn't looking. If that didn't work, then surely one of the knick-knacks floating around in his pockets would help him to take the much-coveted Sign. The second floor (which Vanth thought of as the first floor, because screw anglo conventions) with its massive inventory of crisp, white paper bound in old leather lent itself ideally to the distraction that he needed to get the pianist away from the room below. It was easy enough to pull a few of the books out from their rows, and then to use his own disposable lighter to make them burn. Four books, spread out over different sections of the library, would do the trick: Yearning Butterfly, The Wizards and the Pirate, Fahrenheit 451 (Oh, irony!) and the Strategicon were committed to the flames, and smoke would soon be drifting upwards from the rows of books. The Malkavian then hurried downstairs and crouched behind one of the pool tables, waiting for the inevitable fire alarm to trigger. Edited by Vanth, Friday, 6. June 2014, 11:49.
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| Lynx | Friday, 6. June 2014, 12:03 Post #7 |
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Smoke did indeed rise. And a fire alarm went off. A fire alarm which summoned the fire brigade as the building was wired to a security net to protect the residential buildings on either side. The smoke also set off a sprinkler system, ruining the library and dumping water on all three floors of the building. The pouring water thundered down over all floors and began pooling in the lowest places. Fortunately the building was insured so Jason would be reimbursed the value of everything currently being destroyed. Lynx, caught completely be surprise by the thundering water did what he had been told in case of emergency. He exited the building. Vanth was free to do whatever he wanted if he was determined to try and unscrew 4 3" long wall screws with a bottle opener before the fire brigade would arrive in the streaming water of the sprinkler system as their seemed to be no one left in the building to stop him. Lynx meanwhile stood outside the door, soaking went and shivering. Glad for the relatively mild weather of late spring in London. Running his hands through his wet hair and staring at the building to see what the hell had happened, waiting on the fire brigade to arrive. |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Friday, 6. June 2014, 12:32 Post #8 |
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Good timing, sort of anyways, as Jason's car pulled up outside the building. The swede exiting with haste as he moved to his Ghoul's side. "What's going on?" he was already discarding his coat however to drape it over the younger man's shoulders. The fabric at least offering some level of comfort even if it perhaps wasn't all that much. "Is there anyone else in there?" the man's hand turned the ghoul's head toward shim to meet his eyes. He knew Yuki wasn't suppose to be there that evening, which in turn mean Celestia wasn't likely to be there either. Though regardless there was some concern to his voice. That and he wasn't exactly fond of the idea of a bunch of vampires going up in flames either... Not that the place saw that much business, but the concern was there none the less. |
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| Vanth | Friday, 6. June 2014, 14:52 Post #9 |
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Although his clothes were soaked and his pale skin drenched with the streaming water that came pouring down from the ceiling, the Malkavian went after the sign with childish enthusiasm. Twisting the bottle-opener round and round and round, he began the agonisingly slow process of unscrewing the gigantic wall screws, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, brow furrowed in concentration. He'd figured the place would be evacuated. That the alarm would be connected to the fire brigade was something he had not expected, however. Why would anyone do something like that when it involved a Kindred establishment? Thus he only became aware of the red fire trucks when they stopped, alarms blaring, right in front of the place. The shouting of the firemen would be followed in mere seconds by the bursting open of the front door so that they could make their way inside, fire hoses and all. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. He just about managed to duck behind the pool table once again, not wanting to rely solely on his obfuscation as the firemen stormed up the stairway. He would have to flee, leaving the precious sign behind. Before darting out into the street and onto a nearby roof, though, he shook his fist at the offending object, which had just managed to defy his efforts. I'll be back for you, Sign! |
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| Lynx | Friday, 6. June 2014, 15:14 Post #10 |
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"Na, I was the only one in there. Must o'been the wiring upstairs or something. No idea. I was playing the piano, stopped te have a drink and the alarm went off. So I know it wasn't anything on the ground floor. Since I knew I was alone I came right out." It didn't occur to Lynx to think it was anything else. Then again he wasn't really a suspicious sort. Even with what happened to CJ he didn't automatically think ENEMY ACTION when something bad befell him and the ones he loved. His green eyes were half closed in frustration and he sighed. He was still holding the bottle and glass which he'd had in his hands when the alarm went off. Without thinking about it he finished his glass. "I swear it Jason, ye know me. I don't smoke er anything. This is the only glass I've had tonight." He watched the fire brigade storm through the building and blinked in confusion when they brought out some half charred books that were, of course, water logged. He'd leave talking to the Fire Master to Jason since he had no explanation for how someone could have set fire to some of the books in the reading library. That... was awkward. Fortunately the Torchwood's were an old enough and wealthy enough family to explain why they had a panic room in a private club under their name. It was the arson that was going to be hard to explain, especially since it completely baffled Lynx. |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Friday, 6. June 2014, 20:27 Post #11 |
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As it were, Jason would deal with that. He'd talk to to the firemen and explain things and quietly dismiss the police should there be any questions about reporting the incident. After all, there had been no damages done to anything vital, material objects could easily be replaced and Jason never kept anything of too much importance at the club. And more importantly, there hadn't been anyone but Lynx there, as far as the mortals were concerned, and he had gotten out in one piece. So while Jason was fairly sure he'd still need to go through some reports and deal with the insurance company it was nothing he couldn't merely write off as a loss and move on. And that, it would seem, was what he planned to do. Because no, fire didn't randomly start. And they sure as Hell did not randomly start in his library which was quickly concluded as being the point of origins, the majority of the damages inflicted not by the fire itself, but by the sprinkler system. "It's alright" Jason would assure the Ghoul as he, after a good long boring while speaking with people returned to see to him. "I am merely you're alright" the Gangrel reassured him. "I am going to pick up a few things, or, see if they're worth picking up anyway, and then we'll go home and get you into some dry clothes before you catch a cold" he patted his shoulder in an affectionate manner meant to be comforting. "I'll find you something else to do" which was Jason's way f saying he was done with the place. It was not worth risking his family over it. And seeing as it had barely seen use by the people it was meant to cater to, he honestly couldn't give a shit as long as those he cared about were alright. The Anarchs of London obviously wanted nothing to do with anyone trying to offer something beyond the chaos that currently rule them, and with Gar having given up on the lot, Jason seemed inclined to do so as well. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 6. June 2014, 21:41 Post #12 |
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The investigators signed off on it as vandalism. The police wandered about but after the sprinklers went off there wasn't much in the way of evidence. One commenting on the weird sign and Lynx disarmed him with a joke about how he had been trying to start a LARPing community based on the movie Underworld. The cops just laughed and let Jason and Lynx go without too much of a fuss. Lynx nodded to Jason and whispered in his ear, his green eyes half closed. "Ye think this was that Malia woman's doing then? Would she pay someone te torch yer place?" It had finally occurred to him when he saw the books that someone had started the fire on purpose. He didn't really know WHY but as far as he knew that Malia Hauke woman was the only one who had something against Jason who might want to do something like that. He hoped she'd burn in hell for it. He'd liked the club. Even if it was a failure as a vampire hangout. |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Saturday, 7. June 2014, 22:57 Post #13 |
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He had considered it but shook his head. "I doubt it. It's too sloppy. If she had wanted to make a point she would've at least had it done in a way that would've caused more damage" the water damage was bad enough but flames kind of brought a point across a bit better when dealing with vampires. Besides, he had his doubt she would've grown that much more bolder given how she had worked her torment from the shadows as of yet. Coward. The swede let out a sigh. "That is of no real concern at the moment though, I'll get some people to come over and start stripping the place down while we" he nodded towards his car. "Go home" if anything, he was taking this as a sign, a last drop really, as to just give it up. Childish bickering, people so caught up in their world they had no desire to see the bigger picture, bitching and picking fights for no reason, no, he'd had enough of the so.called Anarch community. If someone else wanted to try and make an effort they were free to do so. The Gangrel was done. No better than the fucking Camarilla. "Come on, let's get you back" chances were he'd be staying the day at Torchwood just to make sure he could be close. |
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| Lynx | Saturday, 7. June 2014, 23:06 Post #14 |
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Lynx nodded and grinned. "I ah, don't wanna leave me mustang here. I'll be a bit soggy but I'll drive meself home. I promise te follow ye the whole way." Because he had no intention of defying Jason's desire to see him home safely. He just didn't think Enfield was the kind of place he wanted to leave a GT 500 Shelby Mustang sitting out all day. So if it was okay with Jason he'd drive it home and follow his Dominetor home, or precede him. Whichever Jason preferred. He looked at the Club and shook his head in sadness. So much wreckage. It had been awesome getting copies of all those books in leather bindings to make a modern reading library with an old school feel. He'd come close to developing a steampunk fixation in helping put that club together... and not just because Kato had the body of a pale goddess. It made him sad to think the place would get gutted. "But yeah, let's get home. It's been a sad night so far." |
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| Jason B. Dahlgren | Saturday, 14. June 2014, 19:02 Post #15 |
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He nodded in agreement, although the young man would have Jason actually walking him to his car and seeing him off before he would go back to his own vehicle while fishing his cellphone out of his pocket to make a few calls. Sad night indeed. But at this point? The Anarchs could do whatever they damn well pleased as far as the Gangrel was concerned. He had tried to give them a place to gather, to talk, to make something of themselves and considering the response? It had been a complete waste of time. No, someone else could deal with that. He had better things to use his time on. As the phone was picked up, Jason closed the door to the car and started up the engine while putting the call on speakers. "This is Jason, I need to call in a favour..." (fade scene?) |
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| Lynx | Saturday, 14. June 2014, 19:04 Post #16 |
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(Indeed. Lynx'll drive straight home like a good ghoul. Scene) |
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