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THE MONSTER OF EALING
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.


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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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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London's Burning?; Open
Topic Started: Sunday, 29. June 2014, 14:31 (1,026 Views)
Lynx
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Lynx scoops up the man's cash and trots out from behind the bar. Unless the fellow was moving VERY fast the Irishman hoped to catch up with him on the street.

"Hey. Yer change. We've already had a fire ye know. Tall fucker. Kept me from seeing him. As fer Jason, don't let his stance on things fool ye. He's pissed as hell. He just doesn't think anyone around here will do anything about it. He had a friend try te unify folks. Got met with chaos and paranoia. He hates the Prince and his folk more than ye might guess. He jest has a lot of control. Anyway. Here's yer cash. See ye."

The Irishman had twisted the cash oddly, causing it to stick together. He tossed it underhand in Church's direction, not even sure if the gruff... frankly terrifying, man would listen to a word he said. Still, he'd done his part and stood up for his master. Suicidal it may have been. But the guy had looked so upset, and Jason could be so damned... cold... about how he said things at time. If it had been LYNX, he might have gotten the wrong idea. The young ghoul didn't like the idea of people having the wrong idea about Jason.

Either way. Time to head back inside and go back to running his bar. That was his job after all.
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He wasn't surprised that the man decided to leave in a hurry. He was however surprised that he did so without throwing a hissy fit and destroying some of the inventory on the way out. It would've sort of matched what he'd come to expect from the locals. Not that he at this point in time expected much at all, but still.

Jason however simply watched as Lynx ran after the man to give him his change. Part because he was curious and in part because he was protective of his Ghoul and as such didn't want to leave in case the man's self control broke and he decided to snap after all.

It really was too bad, he thought int he quiet of his own mind, how people seemed to allow every little mention of the Camarilla to get the better of them. No wonder the Prince hadn't seemed all to worried about visiting. He was a man used to being in control and could probably read people fairly well, well enough to predict them snapping at least.

But, with that said, it was none of his business what the Camarilla or the Anarchs did at this point. He was merely there. That he still called himself Camarilla was at this point in time merely old habit as he was starting to doubt whether he wanted any association with a Sect at all.

People were... bothersome..
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Getting some fresh air was a good idea, it's just a shame that there ain't nothing fresh about this fucking city. Air's fucking putrid when you really stop to take a hard snort of it, enough to make you wanna barf then realise that you can't do that shit anymore. How mortals can live here is beyond me. How anyone can stick this fucking place is beyond me.

I stumble a few steps out of the doors of that which cannot be named, scanning the area aimlessly while a cold thumb and forefinger massage my temples in some vain hope to get out all the mindfuckery. No use. Feel fucking sick to my stomach and no-one to direct this frustration at, short of Princy-poo himself. I don't really know where he lives, but I know of a rat who does. A rat I don't wanna see cause I might do something stupid. Jebus, I don't even know if Mac could work this tension out of me. Pff, who am I kidding? Of course she could.

I turn to see the barmans after me; what motherfucker, I paid didn't I? He's talking things that are non-sensical to me right now. Jasons putting on a happy face? Well, that makes him as much a pretender as the fucking capes. Having the Prince shovel his shit down your throat only for you to swallow it and smile...it was submission. It was what the Capes wanted, right? I mean, people don't like them, but they can't stand up to them, they're too afraid or weak. Or think they are. And if the Capes get us all feeling like that, we're fucked.

My hands are too rigid to catch the money with any grace, just enough to trap it between my arm and chest. "Cheers" I grumble as I look at the, quite frankly, unwanted wad of notes burried into my jumper before watching him make his way back in. I get that maybe there's more to this place, there might be more for me here going forward - but not right now. Right now I need to cool off, work some things out. Break some bones, and pray to Jebus that he keeps assholes out of my face unless he wants me to remove theirs.

And after that? Well, there are places to go and people to see. I do recall a certain meeting happening once upon a time that resulted in lots of snarling and stakes through hearts. A certain person that might be interested in what's happened here. Hopefully she can, at the very least, point me in the right direction and make me think instead of simply doing. Cause right now, I can't help think that an eye for an eye is the best philosophy to undertake. I remember somebody - Gandhi maybe? - saying how it's no good, that it will make the whole world blind. Well Mr. Gandhi, if the world looks as bad as it smells, that isn't such a bad thing to me. Only I've been hiding so long, I forgot how ugly this place really is.

I drop the money to the ground, let the wind make it dance around before fluttering down the street. I head the opposite way...with a head cooked over easy. Welcome back you fucking idiot.
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The Irishman returned inside and went back to his duties. He met Jason's gaze and gave a shrug to indicate that he'd tried to return the man's money. He'd caught it at least. So his good deed had been done.

It wasn't like he was hurting for tips, so knowing the man had tossed the money to the ground wouldn't have bothered him too much. Maybe some homeless person would get lucky and find a wad of cash.

But none of that was known to the Irishman, who simply went back to washing down the bar and keeping the place organized. That was his job after all.
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