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| Topic Started: Thursday, 14. August 2014, 04:28 (786 Views) | |
| Corbin Grayson | Thursday, 14. August 2014, 04:28 Post #1 |
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Gravel crunched under the taxi's tires as the driver pulled to the edge of the road at the end of the street. The street only a handful of other vehicles, a pretty even mix of various types but nothing that made Corbin feel like he was out of place or even under-dressed. He gratefully climbed out of the taxi and paid the driver before reaching his arms over his head, enjoying the soothing stretch of muscles that had been stuffed into a confined space for far too long. There was plenty of room in the back of the taxis in London, but he still felt confined whenever he was in such a small space. He wondered if that had more to do with the beastly nature of his blood or his childhood spent living outdoors. Pushing the thought aside his eyes roamed over the street before coming to rest on the Hospitality Club. The pub itself was a tidy unremarkable townhouse; a plain exterior that would almost be passed over without a second thought unless someone knew what they were looking for. A few people milled about outside, smoking and talking amongst themselves whilst having a good time. He watched as the solid door flew open and a couple walked out, the woman pressing up against the larger man as the left leaving no doubt what they had in mind for the night. Corbin gave a little grin as he made his way towards the door. Following the sound of the muted music Corbin headed for the door. Once inside he was amazed at how it seemed like he had been transported. The plain and unassuming outside gave no hint at the stunning interior. Corbin mentally took a note or two to bring back to Roarke for the Rose & Crown as he walked past a pool table and leaned up to the bar. It was part of Corbin's personal code; preserve his masquerade to a level even his sire never aspired to. In the world Corbin lived he knew just how big the littlest of details could be and he prided himself on never letting himself slip. 'When you get complacent you get sloppy, and when you get sloppy... you get dead.' He thought with a bitter sneer. "One," Corbin said, gesturing to one of the taps as the barman looked his way. As he waited he let his gaze move over the people inside. It wasn't a large crowd which was good; he wasn't in the mood for large crowds tonight. The barman set the drink on the bar and Corbin took it, leaving a handful of bills in its place. He scooped up the glass and made his way over to one of the vacant booths near the back of the pub that provided a great view of the entire floor as well as the main entrance. Pretending to sip his lager he sat down in the booth and settled in for what he hoped would be an informative night. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 23. August 2014, 21:04 Post #2 |
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Hospitality club! A Masquerade free pub that oozed old-fashioned warmth and respect. Leslie had taken a liking to the place. Jason was a wonderful person and his ghoul Lynx was much fun to be around. The Irish ghoul was a teasing young man. He knew Leslie wouldn't do anything and they enjoyed small innuendo jokes and a game of pool or she just sat there listening to how he played the piano. Ever since Jason had aided her with finding her animal forms the young Gangrel liked to jump around as her cat form. This evening was nothing different. The ginger British short-hair cat roamed around the club. Hiding in corners and listening to gossip of the people and even real animals around. It was fun. Everyone inside was familiar. Almost everyone as her nose went up in the air. It was hard to do when all the other scents kept flying through the room because of each movement a current of air shifted the scents. Slowly the cat moved through the people, tables, chair... until she saw someone unknown sitting. New Anarch? Smelled like another animal. Interesting. The cat quickly strode towards him. The eyes sparkling while she linked the stranger's image to his scent. She rubbed her body against his legs and purred before jumping up to sit next to him on the bench. Her tail waving from side to side. In her eyes only those who knew how to look in them could see the humanity behind the animal mask. There was much to discover about this kitty cat... |
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| Corbin Grayson | Tuesday, 26. August 2014, 15:25 Post #3 |
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Corbin scanned the crowd noticing the unique mix. He had spent a few nights at the Rose & Crown back in Redbridge but place had a very different feel. It wasn't something he could put his finger on, but something just seemed... off. As if to punctuate his thoughts he felt something brush up against his leg. His brow furrowed as he leaned back to get a glimpse of what it was. A pair of feline eyes stared back. 'Definitely a very different atmosphere then the Crown,' he thought to himself. The cat purred as they locked eyes and then hopped up onto the bench beside him. Corbin held his hands up a bit, not sure if this was a pet or some feral cat that had slipped in. He gave a quick look around the pub to see if anyone looked like its owner, but no one was even looking in his direction. Focusing back on the cat he decided it couldn't be a stray, it was far too well groomed and looked to have the weight of a healthily fed cat. Reaching down slowly he gently patted the feline's head, his fingers rubbing softly. "Well hey there, little guy," Corbin said as he continued to pet the cat. 'Well, maybe the hunt for contacts in the city wasn't going as I hoped... but at least I know where to come if I ever have a rat problem,' Corbin thought with a frustrated sigh. Continuing to stroke the cat's fur he felt an odd similarity between their situations. Here the cat was in a pub full of humans, an oddity that didn't quite fit. Just as Corbin felt he was the only of his kind in the city, definitely feeling like the odd man out. He had planned to leave shortly if nothing of interest got him to stay, but now with a little friend to keep him company maybe he'd linger a bit longer and see what the night had in store. |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 4. September 2014, 11:44 Post #4 |
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Guy? Watch it mister! Corbin would be in for a surprise when Leslie would show her true self but not yet. His gentle touch gave her too much joy. It was lovely when she got petted. Her purring got louder and she bumped her head against the palm of his hand. Her front paws got placed on his legs while her nails extended and she started stretching like a lazy cat on her favourite pillow. The ginger cat seemed happy. Her belly rumbled from the purring meanwhile she was thinking about this new blood in town. Strangers were always fun to getting to know. Even when it became a night not to remember it still had valuable lessons and information hidden. People tend to ignore that and only kept in mind good nights and friends but bad night and enemies were the ones you should know by heart. It is like they say: keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Suddenly our happy cat got off his lap and jumped away leaving the stranger alone with his thoughts. The tip of her tail disappeared behind a corner and she was out of sight only to reappear almost instantly as the young looking woman she really was. Barely legal but with a bright smile and attitude that showed she was older than she seemed to be. "Hello again." Was all she said while she sat down next to him. She was wearing black high heels, a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark blue corset making some of her tiger fur stick out on the back. Her dark long hair was in a swaying pony tail. The stranger wouldn't recognise her at all except for perhaps the same purring as earlier that was still present with her. Her chocolate brown gaze was intensely fixed upon the man besides her. There was nothing about her that said she had bad intentions. The girl just sat there. |
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| Corbin Grayson | Thursday, 4. September 2014, 21:30 Post #5 |
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The cat seemed to enjoy his company and Corbin continued to rub its side and its head. The little thing was purring so loudly that he imagined people in the next booths could even hear it. Just when he thought he found a spot the little animal particularly liked it stood and jumped off his lap, leaving him alone in his booth once more. "Am I that bad of company?" Corbin said aloud with a tight little grin. Almost immediately he forgot all about the cat, however, when something much more intriguing caught his attention: a pair of gorgeous legs in black high heels appeared from around the corner, followed by a slender and very fit girl barely covered by a dark blue corset. She had a pair of jeans that hugged every inch of her and the top that displayed all the right attributes. She looked to be a little shorter than Corbin and had a face that made him this she was both fun and a little dangerous. She was incredible. "Hello again." Those seemingly soft, pouty lips said. It took Corbin a moment to register the words. 'Again?' He thought with a touch of confusion. He looked at her trying to search his memory for her beautiful face and he kept coming up blank. "I think you might have me confused with someone, Beautiful." He said with a hint of disappointment mixed with his slight mid-west accent. She seemed to ignore the words as she slide into the booth seat beside him and just looked at him, making Corbin a little unsure. He supposed there could be a thousand things far worse than having the seemingly undivided attention of a beautiful woman, but he still had no idea what was going on. |
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| Leslie | Monday, 8. September 2014, 23:41 Post #6 |
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The chocolate brown pearls gazed upon the man. Her eyes were like twinkling stars in the sky that was her sweet face. Maybe too sweet. Did she care? No. Only humans fell for the sweetness trap. Other vampires knew how many poker faces an undead person needed to survive. Most Kindred could see the Beastly spark hidden in the fire of her eyes. The utter confusion on the stranger's face gave her a pleasant boost. Her playful smile walked the edge of cuteness almost seeming a little obsessive. Dangerous but trying to lure one in her world and make them believe they were everything to her. They were after all food and food needed to feel good to taste good. However now there was only curiosity waving at the stranger. He was no food. He was a mystery. A present that needed to be unpacked so the whole mystery of the newcomer would reveal itself. With a pout she shrugged. "No mistake. Pity though... I still like to be petted." The Flemish girl giggled. Would he understand now? She licked her lips and extended her hand. "I am Leslie, the local kitty cat." She placed her other hand on his leg and scratched the same way as she had done in her cat form but then without paws or claws and with regular nails giving him an enjoyable pressure from her massaging fingertips. |
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| Corbin Grayson | Friday, 12. September 2014, 06:07 Post #7 |
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Corbin frowned at the beautiful woman sitting next to him for a moment, his mind slowly piecing together the information. 'Still like to be petted...' The thought rolling around in his head. There weren't very many ways Corbin could take that and so he shifted forward in the booth and brought his elbows to rest on the table as he leaned in a little closer to whisper to her. "You're... the cat?" Corbin felt like an idiot almost immediately. For as long as he had been around this was, hands down, the dumbest thing he had ever uttered. It made sense he supposed. He had known that other of his kind had been able to transform into wolves before. For some reason he had just never really thought about that ability extending to domesticated animals. Perhaps it was one of the many other things his Sire would have taught him had she not been ripped from his life just over a year ago. He quickly pushed his mind to other thoughts, not wanting to sour the mood. "I am Leslie, the local kitty cat." She said as she placed her hand on his leg and pawed at it like she had in her cat form. Corbin's infectious smile appeared again. "You're the cat!" The same words, but this time a happy exclamation as opposed to a question. "I... didn't know that was possible." He added quickly. He began to wonder if she was a vampire, now that he thought about it. Again, he had never heard of one of his kind changing into a cat before. Could she be a werewolf or were creature of some sort? 'A werekitten? Ouch, talk about being damned,' Corbin thought with amusement. As her hand continued to playfully paw at his leg Corbin's grin widened, taking a more mischievous look. "You know, it's hard to concentrate when you do that." He hoped she could tell that he wasn't complaining at all, quite the opposite. "And, not to be rude... but what are you?" Kindred social graces weren't one of the things Corbin had in his arsenal. Being mostly hidden after his embrace he rarely had the chance to meet many other Kindred and when he did it was for planning and scheming and rarely ever for social purposes. |
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| Leslie | Monday, 15. September 2014, 12:21 Post #8 |
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The mental cogs were twisting and grinding in his head in order that the thinking machine could come up with an answer. It was rather enjoyable to watch the whole process reveal layer by layer what the solution was to the conundrum that Leslie was... well for him. To her nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Then the revelation seemed to dawn on him. Slowly though as he still questioned his own mind asking her whether she was the cat. Leslie didn't answer him. She was waiting for when it would really struck him like lightning she indeed was the cat. Seriously why did this seem so odd to him? Or was he one of those bat guys with not much imagination? In theory Gangrel could take on any form they wanted if they practiced enough. And there it was! That sudden moment where the thought became a reality and he finally understood without doubts that she was the cat. The young Gangrel nodded and purred ever so softly. "Anything is possible with me." She merely said without much flirt behind it. The only thing she did was wink at him while the tip of her tongue travelled along her lips. When he spoke about concentration she raised both her hands in the air in an innocent gesture and giggled. "Sorry. Will see if I can keep it together to behave for the rest of the night but I can’t promise anything." And now she did turn on the flirtatious vibe she had kept hidden away for like... two minutes? Well it was at least some sort of record, no? What was she? Was he kidding? The Flemish girl burst out laughing and tried to get her composure back but she seemed to get lost in her giggle fit. It took a few minutes before she was able to speak again. "Concentrating is indeed very hard for you. Let's start first with your name and perhaps then I'll decide if I can give you such intimate details about myself." There was an emphasis on the word intimate while her chocolate brown eyes take in the shape of his face and added it to the mental collection of people who she had met and their scents. |
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| Corbin Grayson | Wednesday, 17. September 2014, 07:22 Post #9 |
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"Sorry. Will see if I can keep it together to behave for the rest of the night but I can't promise anything." She said with a giggle. Corbin watched the cute little lines that creased her face as she smiled. One of the skills that he had honed over the years and that have served him quite well was observation. Manipulation was Corbin's specialty and to do that one had to be extremely observant. When focusing on a target he intended to bend to his will it was the little minute details that aided him. Reactions to words, changes in mood across different topics, body language. All of these served up extensive knowledge if one was adapt at reading it as Corbin was and, as luck would have it, the woman sitting with him now was writing volumes about herself. Her confidence and openness showed she was a regular here; that one was easy. She was also a younger vampire, probably not much older than Corbin himself. He could tell from her lighthearted attitude and the twinkle still in her eye, a strained but strong connection to her humanity which was something the elder of their kind tended to lose as the years passed. As he further analyzed her he had settled on the conclusion that she was a vampire as well and also shared the blood of his clan. This came from piecing together a few different details. The first was she wasn't breathing. Since she had settled into the seat Corbin had been looking for the telltale sign of the rising and falling of her chest; it didn't happen. The next piece of information built off the former about her age. She was indeed a young vampire and had shown proficiency in Animalism. Now while it was true, given enough time and tutelage, any vampire could learn those skills it would have taken a fair amount of time just to gain the trust of member of a clan outside your own before they would even consider teaching it. Since she was younger it seemed that amount of trust being build so quickly was a highly unlikely scenario, therefore she must be of Gangrel blood. The patch of animal fur, tiger it looked like, also solidified his conclusion. All these facts tumbled together in less than a few heartbeats. "Concentrating is indeed very hard for you. Let's start first with your name and perhaps then I'll decide if I can give you such intimate details about myself." She purred again in her soft, soothing voice. Corbin's eyebrows shut up in amusement at her words. The way she lingered on the word 'intimate' was particularly appealing and, had he been able to, he was sure he might have blushed just a bit in response. "My name? Corbin Grayson, of Kansas City, Missouri." He said in way of a semi-formal introduction. It wasn't his usual way to add a touch of formality but he was confident she was of his blood and thought that demanded a little more respect. "I believe we share a common...trait." He added as his eyes shifted to some of the fur protruding from the back of her corset. He slowly ran a finger across the edge of the furry patch in a gentle, exploring manner. His eyes moved back to hers and he smiled again, "very beautiful." He said simply. His mind had a million other things he wanted to say and even his eyes hinted at the barely restrained words, but he was trying to force himself to behave... at least for a little longer. He found he already missed the delicate touch of her hand on his leg. She had thrown them up in a playful gesture to emphasize her point a moment ago and the hand never returned. Corbin knew it wasn't any real indication of anything and wasn't reading into it. It was merely an observation that he much preferred the more intimate touch. It was far too early to tell, but Corbin was beginning to like this woman. She seemed open and relatively genuine. Her smile and playfulness were contagious as well and he was happy to meet a fellow kindred who wasn't so beaten down and defeated by their condition. Just because they were technically dead didn't mean they had to exist like it. Corbin tried to embrace what he was and what it opened up to him. He hoped he would never erode away into one of the personality-less husks he had encountered from his kind. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 19. September 2014, 19:22 Post #10 |
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Every movement he made seemed to have a thought behind it. He was more complicated than her. There were calculations going on in his head. She could see it in his eyes, the little he said and feel it in his touch. It was careful as if he was trying to test the water before jumping in her sea of chirpy behaviour and inviting flirting. "Well hello there Corbin Grayson from Kansas City, Missouri. You are a long way from home." The young girl shifted in her seat when his touch finished its discovery of her fur. It was her weak spot. She loved gentle touches and getting admired. After all she was still a girl and most girls liked it when men were putty in their hands. There was something appealing about him. Something mysterious mixed with a bad boy rebellious look. It made her smile even wider the more his eyes scanned her. It felt like being back in highschool. Two teenagers who escaped out of their rooms to meet up in a pub and hoping their parents wouldn't find out while they drank and fumbled with each other in the dark. Well... there was no fumbling going on right now nor drinking but the feeling was the same. Though neither of them were inexperienced in how to play these games. It was in his smile. In his eyes. In his touch. In his words. It oozed out of him how hard he held temptation inside. It played between them. The energy of distant desire was boncing from one to another but for now neither of them would give in. "Thank you. I like it as well. I have seen worse on other Wanderers." Leslie gave him a playful tap on his hands and made a hissing sound like an angry cat. "Why can you touch while I have to keep my hands above the table?" she asked with a teasing pout while she placed her hands flat on the table. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 19. September 2014, 21:54 Post #11 |
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Lynx was behind the bar, polishing it down with a white cloth. He was in his standard black button down, sleeves folded back to his elbows. A black apron tied around his waist and black slacks. Though at the moment he wasn't wearing shoes so he was his full 5'7 height. The stocky Irishman was paler than he had been. The scar on his cheek had paled to a simple thumb thick pink line down the left side of his face. His green eyes watched the patrons, in this case Leslie and Corbin with half closed lids, but he saw no reason to interrupt their evening. Two looked like they were getting more than a bit chummy. As long as they had a good time of it and didn't tear up his place they were welcome to continue their evening without his interference. For himself he had heated up a heavy pewter tankard and filled it to the brim with a dark beer laden blood. Sipping slowly as he cleaned his counter. There were advantages to having made the transition while owning a club that supplied blood to other Kindred. He didn't have to much trouble with keeping his thirst in check. He could take a few blood bags back to his home when he was in the mood. Nothing to difficult. It probably wasn't what Jason had intended when he wanted him to learn to hunt on his own, but it worked for him. Those brief moments he smiled his fangs gleamed, fully extended. A close look at his mouth when he spoke would reveal that every tooth back of his fangs were sharp and almost canine, though his front teeth were normal enough. His lips were slightly wider, but easy to overlook. But unlike many vampires he couldn't retract his fangs to hide what he was. So it was a good thing vampire movies were so damned popular nowadays. |
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| Corbin Grayson | Monday, 22. September 2014, 15:51 Post #12 |
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"Thank you. I like it as well. I have seen worse on other Wanderers." She said as she smiled at him. Her eyes were fixed on Corbin and he felt like they could melt him. He tried to focus back on her words though; she had referenced something he wasn't familiar with. "Wanderers?" He asked with a touch of curiosity. Again he cursed his upbringing. This was probably another term any Gangrel worth their salt knew, yet here he was asking what it meant like some freshly turned shovel-head. It was the constant balance of annoyance within him. For all the subtly and plotting ways he had learned he knew relatively nothing about kindred-related things that weren't directly important to his survival or the purpose his Sire had for him. He found himself wondering if she would have ever shown him all he was missing had their coup been successful and she had been elevated to Prince of Kansas City, or if he would have been discarded like the tool he sometimes felt he was. The thought stirred anger in him; anger for her allowing herself to be taken from him and anger for even thinking those thoughts. He knew his Sire had cared for him beyond the normal childe relation. She had been a mother to him for long before she even embraced him and had been careful to keep him safe and hidden. He knew he had been more than just a means to an end for her. With a forced breath he continued to focus on his beautiful company...and that's when something else out of place caught his attention. He froze just a bit at first as he searched for the source. He could feel eyes on him, a stare or a curious glance he wasn't sure, but someone was assuredly watching. Flashing another sincere smile Corbin's eyes washed over the pub and settled on the source of his unease. The man behind the bar took a long sip from a heavy pewter cup as he looked on. Corbin watched as he savored the taste of whatever it was he was drinking and then smiled. A smile that told Corbin just what kind of attention he had attracted. The man's canines were exposed, a pair of long sharp teeth with just a tint of whatever he was drinking on them. Corbin threw an interested look around the rest of the pub wondering if anyone else had noticed the blatant display. He then looked back to Leslie and the pieces started to tumble into place. He wasn't completely sure of it yet, but the way these two seemed oblivious to who was around when they had displayed some hints at what they were left Corbin to assume that this place was somewhere his kind could operate more freely. Before she could answer the question about the 'Wanderers' Corbin nodded towards the bar as he raised his own glass as if toasting from across the pub, and also subtly letting the bartender know Corbin noticed him watching. Bringing the glass to his lips Corbin almost whispered a few words to Leslie, "Friend of yours? He's been watching us since you sat down." Corbin feigned a drink and then set his glass back on the table. He was fairly certain the man was looking on with not much more than idle curiosity and not violent intent, but he couldn't be sure. Always at the ready Corbin briefly took stock of the people around him, the items that could be used as a weapon in a pinch, and the closest exits. Paranoia was an important part of any kindred's survival, and while he maintained his outward look of being calm and relaxed his mind and will were ready to spring to motion at a moment's notice if the need occurred. He hoped it didn't. |
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| Leslie | Thursday, 25. September 2014, 12:51 Post #13 |
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Leslie sat back with a frown. First he questioned the fact whether it was possible to change in a cat and now he didn't know what Wanders were. It was more than a bit odd. The Flemish girl had always been on her own and without a Sire but still she had learned these things. Then again when she was taking into the Sabbat she had her Tzimisce master to teach her everything about her own clan. He insisted in making her powerful in her own abilities but time had proven to have other plans. Apparently destiny still existed even when you were dead or undead. "What are you? I'm not so sure about the common trait anymore." She asked doubtfully while she took a long sniff of the air around her and mostly of him of course. He did have that earthy smell of Gangrel around him. Maybe he was even younger than her. Abandoned by his Sire as well perhaps? It could be but Leslie needed to be sure. There was a sudden tense vibe in how Corbin moved and looked around the place. She followed his gaze towards Lynx and chuckled. "No need to worry that is just the ghoul of the owner." but when she took another look she noticed he was different. Fangs? "Or not a ghoul anymore?" How odd Jason had suddenly turned him. Would the rumours be true? The rats had whispered another Gangrel had left town. She would have to ask Lynx about that. With a smile she realised that Corbin wasn't aware of the rules in the club. Leslie first waved to Lynx, letting him know she had seen him and maybe he could join them but that was mostly up to Corbin. "Why are you trying to drink that?" she asked while she looked back at him. Her grin would let him know she was slightly mocking him while she whispered to him. "This is a Masquerade free zone. The regular drinks are for the ghouls and such. Which you hopefully aren't?" she asked in that mocking tone of hers. |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 25. September 2014, 14:41 Post #14 |
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Lynx returned to his cleaning the bar. The two weren't doing anything that deserved attention. He'd be there if they needed anything from him. That was his job after all. The fledgling hummed to himself as he drained the tankard and took it over to the small sink to rinse it off and set it in the tub to be washed at the end of the evening. It was nice to see some people using the place, that was for sure. The Irishman washed his large mug out and relaxed. Returning to the bar to resume polishing it. There was a zen beauty in keeping it clean. A sort of organization that kept his spirit nice and mellow. Almost a meditation. |
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| Corbin Grayson | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 21:05 Post #15 |
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"What are you? I'm not so sure about the common trait anymore." The woman next to him asked with a sudden hint of confusion now. Corbin thought the question odd as he was sure they shared the same blood and that she was aware of that, but could he be wrong? He mulled over his options for a response and decided he had little reason to hide what he was. "I'm of the Gangrel line," he said simply. He wasn't sure how to dress that up, but it was something he had grown proud of. To him, being of that line was something that linked him to his Sire; someone who was like a mother and very dear to him. He knew many of his kind considered their condition to be a curse, but he enjoyed it and saw it as a gift she had given him. Focusing back on Leslie, he made his comment and watched her gaze shift to the man at the bar. "No need to worry that is just the ghoul of the owner." She said softly, but immediately Corbin knew that wasn't right. "Or not a ghoul anymore?" She added quickly as if able to read his thoughts. Corbin nodded slowly, relaxing a bit more. He had learned to be very paranoid and aware of his surroundings in Kansas City and he was no less on guard here. At least in Kansas City he had a handful of people he could count on if needed. On the flipside though, no one was actively hunting for him here, so it was easier to be a little more comfortable. "Why are you trying to drink that? This is a Masquerade free zone. The regular drinks are for the ghouls and such. Which you hopefully aren't?" Leslie told him. Corbin just shrugged, "I don't actually drink it, it's more for appearances... and I never heard of drinks prepared for our kind," he admitted. "Is it vitae mixed into normal drinks? Isn't that hard to keep down?" He asked, truly amazed at this. When he was hungry he always drank from the source. How were these drinks even made? Were there bags of stale blood just lying around in a fridge somewhere? Corbin couldn't imagine it tasting very good. "I'm game though... I'll try some." He gestured towards Lynx, holding up a single finger and adding a shrug as if to say 'One of... whatever you got'. Tonight was the first of many new experiences it would seem. |
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| Lynx | Thursday, 2. October 2014, 21:18 Post #16 |
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Lynx was having a finger waved at him. Why in the hell would someone wave a finger at him? He wasn't a dog to be summoned with a finger waggle and a whistle. Especially when he didn't have a damned clue what the man wanted. He'd taken a regular beer when he walked in, though he hadn't drank anything that Lynx had seen. The Irishman leaned against the bar and raised an golden eyebrow in return. This was his pub, he wasn't rushing out from behind the bar to take orders like a waitress. If the man wanted something he could walk to the bartender and ask for it. That was generally how bars worked. It wasn't like there was a number of girls in tight shorts and hooters shirts running about filling requests. Lynx's green eyes turned to regard Leslie in a certain bemusement. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but he was sure she knew how getting a drink here worked. He expected she'd set him straight on how to order a proper drink if he wanted one. |
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| Leslie | Friday, 3. October 2014, 19:31 Post #17 |
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So he was Gangrel after all. Then why did he ask so many odd questions? Maybe he focused more on other abilities of the clan. There were those who thought the changing into animals other than the regular bat or wolf were a waste of time. So perhaps he was better in something else. Leslie laughed when Corbin tried to order a drink the way he did. She winked at Lynx and poked Corbin playfully against the shoulder. "I have no idea what it is exactly but most love it. I don't drink it. I got a specific taste when it comes to certain things." she grinned and got up. "Watch and learn." The girl walked over to Lynx and shrugged with a giggle. "New guy. What can you do about it?" she said while she looked at him with a frown. "You rocking a new style? I'm surprised but you look good. How are you feeling?" she whispered. Occasionally she glanced in Corbin's direction. "The new one wants a special drink. I think he is confused about this place. It is quite funny." When/if Lynx had finished his story about his new life, or rather unlife, she waved at Corbin to let him know he could come over. Meanwhile she hopped on a bar stool and crossed her right leg over her left. |
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| Lynx | Friday, 3. October 2014, 19:45 Post #18 |
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"Jason thought I'd handle the club better if I was on more even footing with the patrons. So te speak." Lynx winked back at Leslie and reached under the bar. He took out a blood bag and walked over to hang it from the boiler. Sitting in the bubbling water the blood quickly warmed to human body temperature. Then he snipped the top and poured it out into a pewter tankard and set it on the bar. "Well, special I can do. Everclear should fit the bill." There was nothing special about the blood. It was drunkman's blood. The harvester had gotten the human solidly drunk on the liquor of choice and then collected their blood, bagged it and shipped it where Kristoff wanted it shipped. So this was a damned high drunk drink for Corbin when he came to claim it. Everclear was powerful shit. It would burn when you dropped a flame to it. Could even blow out a diesel engine. So drinking from the tankard would be the same as drinking from a drunken human. "Yeah. Wouldn't mind if ye felt like given me some pointers now and then. Still learning the ropes. Wouldn't mind learning te talk te animals, Jason mentioned that gift. I dunna have it yet." |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 4. October 2014, 15:34 Post #19 |
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Well every start was difficult. Goodness knew that Leslie had trouble learning it all on her own. Her main focus had been on surviving and finding the killers of her family. Her abilities popped up during situations when she was in distress. Only shifting into her animal form had always been a mystery to her and luckily Jason had helped her with that. "I would gladly help you. If you got some free time just text me and we can go to a park or something so I can show you some tricks." she tapped her fingers on the bar and waited for Corbin to join them. The drink was waiting for him and she wanted to know what the new Gangrel would think of it. Leslie pulled her nose up for it. Not that she disliked what Lynx did for the vampires because it was a wonderful thing to do but the drunk blood gave her the shivers. It would make her lose control and that scared her but Corbin could have fun. Her eyes watched him with curious delight. |
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