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| Topic Started: Sunday, 10. August 2014, 17:48 (1,504 Views) | |
| Max Keller | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 12:45 Post #21 |
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With "pigs" she probably meant the police? Well, people like that surely didnīt call the police if they wanted help. That was good, but it was the only good thing so far. Obviously Chip couldnīt be contacted, because his shared phone was here. Really great. "Do you know the name of that guy Chip went with, is his phone number in your chared phone?" But Max would be surprised if the phone number was there. The Gangrel was getting impatient. Max was fed up with dealing with that Chantelle, too. And a bunch of blokes could turn up any minute, that would complicate things further. Time was running out. Max said to Mr. Fleming: "We can end this thing right his minute. Just tell me how much you want for your photo. So that I can go back with it." The deal they already made might not be enough to cover for that (to swap targets, so to speak)...because it meant that the Gangrel wouldnīt be able to deliver a photo tonight. |
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| Jhael | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 16:27 Post #22 |
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Too terrified to think clearly due to a knife at her throat, the girl's breath hitched rapidly at the Gangrel's threat. Tears streamed silently down her cheeks. "I don't know," she whimpered. "He came and left with 'im. That's all. Was off the queer pages, said 'is name was... Victor or Vince.. Vincent or somethin'. Please." "Whatever he did, I ain't part of it." |
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| Leo Fleming | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 17:32 Post #23 |
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Leo shook his head. No way, unlikely, she lied, far to terrifyed for that. So he just knocked her out with a swift blow. Let's go... He took the knife and the phone with him and left the room to the hallway and the livingroom where they came in. A short look over the three men there and knocking them out again, if needed. Just out of this dirthole, they still could talk back at the van. He thought about the offer of the Brujah and the names the girl had revealed. But first of all, away from this house! |
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| Max Keller | Friday, 15. August 2014, 08:56 Post #24 |
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"Yes, before more people turn up here." Not that it would be difficult to knock out a few more people, but there was nothing to be gained from it. They wouldnīt find Chip tonight, and that was it. So why bother with more trouble now. Max followed the Gangrel back outside, where he took the woolly hat off his face and hid the prybar under his leather jacket again. "Shit. That was bad luck. Chip surely wonīt come back here tonight. At least they surely wonīt call the police. But unfortunately only one of us can go back to Blythe House with a photo tonight. How important is it for you to get that job? For me itīs quite important. I would like to settle down properly in London, but not if Iīve got nothing much to do here." |
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| Leo Fleming | Friday, 15. August 2014, 10:03 Post #25 |
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At the van Leo pulled this scarf from his face too and handed it back to Keller. He listened, what the Brujah was telling him and nodded. Guess, I can live without being the Princes errand boy... Do you have a smartphone, then I forward you the foto... While waiting for Kellers answer, the Gangrel let his eyes roam the street, paying attention, not to get caught by these blokes Chantelle called for. Her knife and her phone was still in his pocket, but first things first. |
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| Max Keller | Friday, 15. August 2014, 11:26 Post #26 |
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"Thank you. I wonīt forget your generosity. If you need help in the future, you can ask me any time." Smartphone? No. Max couldnīt handle those things anyway. He took out his phone. It was a mobile phone for old people with extra big buttons and big numbers on them. How could anybody cope with smaller buttons than that, he didnīt know, or even with these supposedly smart phones. "No, my phone is not one of those, but picture messages can be received with it, supposedly. You can try to send the photo to my number, then Iīll see if I receive it. If it doesnīt work you can send it to the smartphone of Gabriel." But then Gabriel would see the photo of the corpse, Max hoped it wouldnīt come to that. Gabriel couldnīt be spared from such things forever, but it could still wait a while. Max said with a bit of a sour look on his face: "I just hope there wonīt be any more tasks in this damn contest." |
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| Leo Fleming | Friday, 15. August 2014, 11:54 Post #27 |
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Again Leo nodded, listening to Keller and while he still spoke, Leo tapped on his phone to try and send the foto of this guy with the knife in his chest to the Brujahs phone number, waiting if it worked. It's sent, have a look on your phone. |
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| Jhael | Friday, 15. August 2014, 15:32 Post #28 |
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Homies live close in neighborhoods like this. It didn't take long for the first couple to near in, sneak in to puncture a back tire on a van that didn't belong here, to fade behind shrubbery, trash and parked cars while waiting on the serious back up. A silent camera zoomed and clicked on the two who left the invaded flat in ski masks, again and again when they took them off. From down the street, feet stomp stomp stomped, closer and closer. Not a few. A multitude, heavy and accompanied by chav chatter. Whistles ripped through the night, code for the many who didn't have a phone or didn't catch the rapid word of mouth. Fuck the police, the kids here got their own neighborhood watch and it's closing in with hoodies, knives, baseball caps and bats while the online local network exploded with excitement. Edit: Forgot a wee detail
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| Mac | Friday, 15. August 2014, 16:10 Post #29 |
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Fuck the police was right, in this sort of trashy hood it was street law. And someone was fucking with it, fucking with the local kiddies so good that they were panicking and tweeting about it. While Mac didn't know this twitter thing, like, at all, she did know the boys who supplied her with weed and knew someone was fucking with them. They'd sent a text saying they needed help and all the other dicktards fire spinning with her in the park had gotten all lynch mob mentality and grabbed their shit to go answer. Was it a gang war, did she care? Usually plea's for her to help did little to get her attention, but now that Church was set to laying claim to this area of London she was semi roped into trying to control the shit that went on it. Or at least keep tabs. She was sitting on stairs across the road from the Van some of the other vengeance seeking youth had slashed the tires of, but she hadn't slashed anything. She was just smoking a cigarette and waiting, having spotted through the window earlier the two kindred inside. Or a kindred and a ghoul? Only one was an easy tell, she needed to get closer to the more feral looking one to see if he was proper dead or not. The cherry on her smoke burned bright and red, brown eyes settled calmly as she held an iPhone Infront of her. Take a photo, send it to the cloud. Wow this technology stuff was nice, if only she could figure out how to prevent it from sending /all/ the photos to that imaginary cloud place in cyberspace... She was sure it was covered in photos of her tits from texting them to church all the time. "Hey Cheech and Chong... Can I ask what you're doing in this particular territory? Sure as fuck ain't -your- territory..." Sure wasn't, those were Cammie boys. Why were they dicking around and causing problems in Anarch turf? A lit Molotov cocktail sat on the stairs next to her, the flickering flame dancing to and for in the shifting night air. Fire wasn't a problem for her, fire was her safety. Her haven, and if they didn't have a real good fucking reason to be stirring the shit where they didn't belong it would also be their unpleasant new and unwanted snuggle buddy. Light them Fangers up like month old Christmas trees. |
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| Max Keller | Saturday, 16. August 2014, 15:39 Post #30 |
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Suddenly...the mob was lose. How was it possible that this damn transvestite had mobilised so many people by phone that quickly? Max and the Gangrel hadnīt been in there for long. Max put his mobile phone away again. īTake caution to remain unobservedī was the instruction. If the Prince got to know about this incident, then that was it. Then they had both failed the test. The Prince surely wanted Deputy Scourges who killed silently, without a mob chasing them afterwards. Max saw that the van had a least one flat tyre. Bastards! That meant the van would be lost to the mob, they would surely destroy it. Max ripped off the German number plates on both sides and gave them to Gabriel. Max commanded his ghoul to leave, to rush away from here. And then Max saw the woman. That was a tough one, that was clear to him at first glance. He spotted the lit molotov cocktail next to her. She took a photo of them! Not good, not good at all if that got into the wrong hands. So that was it. There wasnīt much hope any more that this incident would remain secret. But Max wasnīt someone who let himself be intimidated. Least of all by a mortal, and not by any Anarch either. And he cared a damn about their territory. In Dresden those bastards didnīt even have a territory, he had taken care of that for decades. "That was it, we both failed the test. We best get away from here." It was degrading to flee, but it wouldnīt be a good thing to fight against that many people, here in public. That would make things even worse. To hell with the job, Max thought. The Prince of London seemed to be on a cuddle-course with the Anarchs, unlike the Princes Max had worked for before. Why the hell didnīt he simply remain part-time Sheriff of Dresden? In Dresden at least he was truly in control, and there the Prince wasnīt an Anarch friend. Max loathed the damn Anarchs. Any talk about the Anarchs being part of the Camarilla was bullshit. All the Princes of Dresden whom Max had known had thought that, too. But here the Prince kissed the Anarchsī asses, that was awful. In Dresden it wouldnīt matter at all if any proper Camarilla member beat up Anarchs on the street, it would even be welcome. But here one might even get punished for that? But one should have the right to defend oneself. And that lit molotov cocktail was an implicit, but very clear threat. Max looked at the woman. As if he had to justify himself towards some mortal. [Presence: Awe] "Nobody was killed. So simply let us go, right? If you donīt throw that thing, then there wonīt be any smashed skulls." Max had positioned himself far enough from Mr. Fleming, so that she couldnīt throw at both of them at the same time. He took the prybar from unter his coat and held one end of it with both hands now. It was thick solid steel. The Brujah watched the woman closely, and he was ready to jump aside if she now grabbed the molotov cocktail to throw it at him. |
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| Leo Fleming | Saturday, 16. August 2014, 17:00 Post #31 |
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Leo looked arround, cool, that was fucked up... There was no chance, but run, that was clear. The Gangrel backed towards a small alleyway. What the hell was Keller trying there? Molotov Baseball was a really bad idea. He better should run and bring that fucking foto to Blythe House. He didn't really care, what this bitch did or said, he just saw the burning bottle and felt the strong urge to bring as much room as possible between him and this thing. A quick look into this alleyway, if it was free of mob. Even if these kids were here to brawl, he felt no need to kill them. If ever, Leo would do such jobs alone in the future, one opinion, one solution. And now get your ass out of here, Leo! |
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| Jhael | Saturday, 16. August 2014, 21:04 Post #32 |
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No one rushed the Gangrel who opted for a strategic reposition on the battlefield. Why? Every eye shot to Max and the march came to a disorderly, confused stop as they beheld the awe inspiring man they had just been ready to circle and curb stomp. What was it about this man? Was he a retired, beloved footie player? A reality TV star? A movie star, perhaps? Was it the way moon shone on his thinning coiffure or that distinguished pencil mustache? Whatever it was, every local kid who crawled out of his hovel to defend their turf paused to wonder: Who is this man? |
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| Mac | Sunday, 17. August 2014, 16:29 Post #33 |
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"Oh sugar, you interrupted up fire spinnin tonight baby cakes. We got a hell of a lot more where this came from...." She could feel Max trying to ooze his attraction on the crowd, it caught her by the skin, left the tingling sensation. Might have taken her all the way with them, into a fascinated state of awe if it wasn't for the fact he was brandishing a prybar in both hands. He wants to leave peacefully, but he's pulling out a weapon at the same time? Sounded to her like fanger wanted to make his words seem real, and was going to act exactly the opposite. Still a damn good reason to keep an eye on him, although it'd flicker to a creature looking for a retreat that had been his accomplice. Smart boy. It made her stand up nice and slow, but she wasn't reaching for the cocktail, she'd leave that at her feet. Her phone was swapped, with the photo portion still sticking out of the pocket it went into, for her flask that had been in her hip pocket on the opposite side, an old and beaten up piece of tin that looked like it had seen some seriously better years a very very long time ago. How was it not leaking? "I sure as fuck simply want to let you go, but baby cakes... Next time either of you two are in our turf? You're open game." She'd take a drink of that good old, and incredibly potent Vodka she perfered so much. She didnt have to look away, she just tipped the flash up to her mouth from the side and cracked her lips to recieve its bountiful supply of what smelled like pure gasoline. "Stay the fuck out of where ya don't belong, all ya types you hear? We don't come make a mess in your playground nearly as often as you stomp over and try and fuck with ours! We're keeping your car... for damages to property. So you get to walk. GET GONE!" She'd gesture with the flask for them to get the fuck going. Since their tires had been slashed, wasn't like it was going anywhere in a hurry anyways. Edited by Mac, Sunday, 17. August 2014, 16:39.
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| Max Keller | Sunday, 17. August 2014, 19:00 Post #34 |
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Max noticed in the corner of his eye that the Gangrel walked away. What was that? They should get away from here, but you didnīt simply leave your teammate alone in a critical situation. What sort of team was that if you didnīt stick together when it became dangerous? Yes, that woman was a tough one indeed. Max said to himself that it would be best if he didnīt object and simply left. That was a lot better than the situation getting out of hand and really messy. He might get into serious trouble afterwards as well if it came to a street fight. No matter how much Max loathed the Anarchs, it was the Prince who had the power here, and Max didnīt fancy being seen as a troublemaker. "O.K., and you can have the car. Weīre not intending to come back." And if the car had at least some use then that was better as if it was needlessly destroyed. They would take it anyway, if he agreed or not, he couldnīt safe it. And not that he would have come here if there wasnīt that task, and as if he would fancy coming back here. `We donīt come make a mess in your playground?ī How could she know what ītheir playgroundī was? Wasnīt she maybe a mortal after all but an Anarch? Possible. "I donīt smash heads if I can avoid it. But Iīve got a bit of a temper and could hit too hard if I lose it while I defend myself." Indeed. He couldnīt guarantee he wouldnīt beat too hard if a mob was attacking him and he had to defend himself. If she was kindred, then she would know that īhaving a bit of a temperī most likely meant that he was a Brujah. Max put the prybar on the ground. "You can have that, too. Iīll take a jacket out of the car, then Iīll give you the keys." Max took his custommade military jacket out of the van, he wasnīt keen on losing that, and he also took his long and short dagger and hid them in the jacket. They could have the other bits and pieces that were inside the van. When Max got out he threw the car keys to the woman. With the black jacket in his hands he walked away, not slowly, but not that fast that it was like fleeing. He wasnīt even annoyed about losing his van, he was glad to get away from here without a fight. After what had happened now it was better that they hadnīt found Chip in that house. If they had killed him, then hell would be let loose now. Max looked out for the Gangrel. He truly had walked away. Was he even still in sight? That was what annoyed Max right now. He wouldnīt have done that if it was Mr. Fleming who had talked to the woman. A bit of backup would really be good in such a situation. Max had told Gabriel to go away, that was different. A ghoul was more vulnerable. Edited by Max Keller, Sunday, 17. August 2014, 19:10.
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| Leo Fleming | Sunday, 17. August 2014, 19:59 Post #35 |
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While he got out of the alleyway on the other side, he still heard Keller talking overthere, what the hell? Did he wait to get into more troubles? First everyone learnt, was knowing when a situation was lost, he thought. Better to leave, than to risk a breach of Masquerade, which would happen, if he had to fight against a crowd like this. He would ask Big to see, if he could come here at daytime to get the "Bad Company" back, which stood two or three alleyways down the street. No way to get the Harley now. But fuck, Harleys were built everyday. Looking arround to have a clue, where to turn. Out of Anarch Turf first, then he would call Keller and see, if this fucking foto was on his phone. Then he would check the history on this Chantelles phone, if there was to find something about some "Vince" or "Vin" or whatever this kind. He still wasn't too sure, if they didn't get fooled about Chantelle/Chip, but no need to think anymore about it, the chance was over, except the phone gave some more information. While he was walking down the street heading for Brent and out of Anarch Turf, he thought about Blythe House... Would be another unpleasant visit... however, he had no choice, things had to get faced. First things first... |
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| Max Keller | Sunday, 17. August 2014, 23:17 Post #36 |
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Max turned around a corner into another street so that the mob couldnīt see him any more. He took his mobile phone out and called Gabriel. They arranged to meet and to go to the next tube station. Supposedly Gabriel could find that on his phone. His ghouls could do lots of stuff with their phones, there were even maps on there, that was amazing. Max noticed that there had come a message. It was the photo of dead target No. 1. Hm...maybe not all was lost after all? He could still go to Blythe House with this photo. He could drive there by tube and put his military jacket on. It was still very wet, but he didnīt want to enter Blythe House with a leather jacket. Max was still watching out for potential attackers, just in case, hoping there would be no more nasty surprises. And in any case he had learnt from this incident. It was not a good idea to park oneīs car in Anarch territory. It seemed to be a bit of an iffy neighbourhood, outsiders werenīt welcome here. Hopefully he wouldnīt have to come here again. He had the intention of calling the Gangrel as soon as Max had reached the tube station. |
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| Mac | Tuesday, 19. August 2014, 15:22 Post #37 |
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She waited for him to get his coat out of the car, face glowing with the slightest orange tones when she sucked back on the cigarette burning between her fingers. She didn't catch the keys, because she didn't want them to be a distraction. When they sailed through the air ringing like you bells she just let them smash to the stairs next to her. She didn't say anything else, she had one hell of a rude mouth and she knew it. They were leaving, and she wanted them gone. Better to put a fucking cord in her pie hole before she pissed them off and made them rethink leaving easy peasy. Not that she didn't want a tussle, but she knew better than to throw down Infront of a fist full of humans with an unknown fanger. Boy was deader than dead, he was sure to have more than a few miles and years on him. She didn't want to take the risk with so little reward. Once he was around the corner, she'd go knock and ask what the fucking fuck had happened. If anything sloppy occurred, she'd have to rewire some poor Kine's brain and remove the masq violations to keep the facade. People should know what was lurking in the dark, but sadly, most of them couldn't fucking take it. |
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| Max Keller | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 14:26 Post #38 |
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Max took the document about Target No. 2 out of his inside pocket and wondered if he should rip it to pieces. But someone might pick those pieces up and put them together like a puzzle. So he folded the sheet again and put it back into his inside pocket. He would keep carrying that document with him for now. When he reached the tube station he tried to call Mr. Fleming. |
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| Leo Fleming | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 15:44 Post #39 |
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Leo just saw this Vincent on Chantelle's phone, fuck, the evening before, they would have gotten him served on a silver plate. Bad luck. Then his own phone vibrated on his belt and he pulled it off and took the call, Keller of course, at least he got finally out there. Mr. Keller? Looking around again, should be out of Anarch Turf now, after Kellers call he would call Big to pick him up. And then another wonderful visit at Blythe house... |
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| Max Keller | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 18:15 Post #40 |
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Max made sure there were no people close to him who might listen to what he was saying. "Your photo arrived on my phone, thanks. This woman I spoke to, she took a photo of us, and I got the impression she might be Anarch. She said if we come back, weīll be hunted by them. Sheīll surely get to know we were looking for Chip. So itīs not advisable to go back for him. If anything happens to him theyīll know who did it. Then they might complain to Mr. B. and call us troublemakers. Iīll drive to B. house by tube now. I can call you afterwards. Are you intending to go there later?" |
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