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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.


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A Tiger and a Rose walk into a bar... [Finished]; Attn Leslie
Topic Started: Tuesday, 11. November 2014, 22:44 (846 Views)
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Davvad was walking along the streets of Northern London, getting a feel for the atmosphere again after his last encounter threw his perspective out of whack. He had given up on Leslie an hour ago, but soon he recieved a buzz on his phone, the sound of a small flute played with it.

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Hey Rose King! Sure. We could meet up. Let me know what hour... xoxo


That was good news. He really didn't want to wander into the Hospitality Club alone. After he got the address and realized it was a place camouflaged as a normal home, it made him wonder how unwelcomed he'd be for just showing up like he did at The Dream. At least now he had a friend, even if she too was an unknown there. But her message didn't redirect them else where. He gave him hope it would be indeed, a hospitable place

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Wonderful Beautiful. Can we meet outside by 2AM? I might look different without the painted on sideburns. I'm sure you'll notice me. --,--'{@

That was about an hour and a half out. Hopefully enough time for the gangrel to get ready. Davvad himself was wearing black dress shoes with a matching more casual suit, the jacket opened with a blue satin long sleeve beneath it. Setting his phone in his pocket he pulled out his sunglasses he wore at the gala, the very Elvis esque pair. He spent the remainder of his free time to continue to walk around and learn the streets of Enfield as well as he could from just walking about.

As two o'clock was about to strike, he made the final turn onto the street which the Hospitality Club was located on, hoping to bump into Leslie outside before he made it to the steps. Otherwise he'd wait out front and hope he was not causing suspicion by loafing around.
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It was odd she felt nervous for this meeting. In her mind she did know she had to be careful because he wanted to meet at the Hospitality Club. He knew about the place so he must be Anarch or a Cape with a hidden agenda. It wasn't easy to understand this. She had met him on Camland so it made her suspicious. Luckily Davvad had no clue she was home at the Anarch Club. She combed her long dak hair and winked at her reflection before she twirled around. The watch on her wrist told her it was time for her to get going if she wanted to be on time. And so the young one ran out of her Haven.

The area of Enfield was very familiar to her so she knew how to get to the club as quick as possible. Her mind was spinning. She could still remember the night she had met the Rose. They had danced and swayed a lot. Their bodies constantly close. It had been a strange attraction but such things were rarely good for the mind... let alone the heart! Well she had no wooden heart even though it was a dead one it still had some sort of life and energy in it. Leslie didn't like to feel so much and she knew Roses had a way of emitting a certain radius of goodness so you felt positive about them no matter what. She was unsure however how that worked precisely.

At the door of the Club there was no one. It saddened her that she found no Davvad nor an Elvis at the entrance. She was wearing long black heels that nervously tapped on the ground while she paced back and forth until a guy came into her sight. First she thought nothing of it but then she noticed those glasses and laughed. She folded her hands together in front of her and looked rather coyly in her black sleeveless dress. The skirt of the dress was ruffled and wide so it hid the bunny tail. The upper half of the dress was tightly around her with a modest V-neck.

The girl waved and admired how Davvad was dressed. He looked completely different than in his Elvis costume. She liked him better now though. "Good evening mister Davvad. I'm glad to meet you again. How have you been?" she was unsure how to greet him further. A hand? A hug? A kiss on the cheek? Her loose hair was moving in the wind and she tucked it away behind her ear while she smiled at him.
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Approaching the staircase for the club, he held his head down, checking his phone for the time and as he put it away he looked up. His eyes fluttered behind his glasses as he stopped in his tracks. The far to young looking tiger girl was far more dressed than he would imagine her to of been. His mind went wild with activity as his senses processed the visage he saw before him. She could easily notice after she spoke to him that his body went still, for several seconds he made no a move.

As she might grow concerned or speak further to him, he began to move forward once more. His hands reached up as if to take her own and shake them but instead went further, bringing his hands to touch her hair, tugging it free from behind her ear as his thin digits worked through the stands. "Miss Leslie... You're very beautiful this night... why are you so... dressed."

His voice was wistful. Behind the shades he wore his eye lids sunk and his focus shifted to the way she stood before him beneath the street lights. The way all the colors came together through the screen of his glasses, her hair in the light, the classy way she dressed. It all seemed so familiar to him. Except for the eyes, but she looked so much like his sire.

His lips quivered, pulling between a frown and a smile continuously. If she was familiar with Toreadors, she could probably guess at why he was acting strangely with the gentle way he curled strands of her hair around his finger.

Being enamored with the tiger girl from the gala was not his plan for the evening. Did he have a plan? Something about fact finding for the Prince? Who has time for that. His sire has come for him. "Jazzell... Why are you here." He said with such Awe in his voice.
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When they met he seemed lost. Davvad stood so still, so calm almost under a spell. She swallowed down the nerves that were growing bigger and bigger with every silent second that slipped through the cracks of time. Was something wrong? She wondered while she looked down to her feet. He came closer to her and soon enough she felt his touch and how he liberated her hair from behind her ear again. Her eyes went back up and she saw her own reflection in his silly glasses.

Her words stumbled over her lips. "Thank you... you look good too. Is just a simple dress. I thought you as a Rose would like that."

His captivated moment when he seemed to breath her in made her stand still as well. Without any idea how to further say or do something she looked at the glasses. She wished she could see behind them to see his eyes. Her hand slowly reached up and she pushed up his glasses to look into his soft blue gaze. Her hand rested on his cheek while his glasses would hopefully remain on his head. She nuzzled against the hand that played with her hair until he spoke again.

"You told me to meet me her... Jazzell?" she asked in confusion but she felt a warm glow swirl around her. It coated her in sweet care and soothing sensations. It made her feel like she wanted to be close to him so she could remain this flustered and fuzzy. "Davvad... ?" she forget what she wanted to ask suddenly and closed her eyes while her other hand searched for his free hand to entwine her fingers with his. The moment seemed to stop and whatever would happen around them was not important.
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His heavy eyes were fogged with a different girl standing in front of him. His mind was not releasing the vital information to make him realize this girl was slightly taller, and her eyes were not the same color. It's hard to fight what the mind wants sometimes. Right now Davvad could only think of one thing.

With Leslie touching his face and calling his name, he no longer felt he was standing on a London street on a mission for the Camarilla. He no longer felt he was in England, or Europe, or across the pond. He was back home, standing there on East Carson Street with his sire under a street lamp like so many times before. How long had it been since they had done this? Two years? Was it really that long ago she started to push him away? Why was she here for him now. What had changed?

To hell with reason. Explanations were for fools. The end result was met. He was in her graces again. "Jazzell." His call to her murmured and hot, edging forward to grab the girl in a kiss. His hands brushing through her hair as their lips would connect. Just as soft and sweet as always. There was a passion and need behind his actions that certainly swirled around the girls fuzzy mind. But he wanted more.

His hands moved down along her frame, sliding along her beautiful black dress and grabbed at her thighs, forcing her to jump up and wrap around his waist. It had been so long since he felt her wrapped around him. Her breasts pressing into his chest, her lips sealed onto his, his tongue swiping out to caress along her own while his hands began to move up and down along her back, leaving her to hang onto him. For anyone watching they could perceive such a showing would certainly lead to clothes being tossed and a scene playing out on the side walk.

But the man's actions slowed down when his hand moved towards her skirt, pushing up along her smooth thigh and towards her pantie covered ass. Grabbing at it and giving a squeeze. That's all do with butts, right? Pulling her further into the kiss as that hand went to slide up along her back, finding an interruption at the little puffy ball sticking out above her bottom. It felt like a bunny tail? Why was she wearing a costume piece?

His half lidded eyes peered at the girl curiously, slowly breaking off the kiss as he jumbled his words. "Jazzell.. why do you have a bunny tail? I told you-you don't have to do those sexy things for me. You're all I want." To emphasize his point, he tried to tug off the girls tail with a small amount of force so he would be allowed to continue touching her skin without any distractions.
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The young Gangrel felt lost in the temptation he was spreading. His Awe was making it hard to think clear even though he called her a name that was unknown to her. Why did he do that? She was no Jazzel whoever that was but still she could not pull away from the entrancement he was creating. With a deep sigh of delight and slight lust she kissed him when his body come even closer to hers. His hand slithered through her hair and down her body. It had been so long since she had felt this and somewhere deep down her the Beast was screaming and getting angry at her but it never reached the surface of her thoughts as his strong devotion to conquer her and making her feel in desperate need of his touch pushed every other sense away.

Normally she would care of someone other than Emily touched her this way but this time nothing came to mind to stop him. Almost on command she jumped up and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Her arms wrapped around him to hold him close. His hand went back up and disappeared under her skirt to grab her behind. A firm squeeze made her moan while their kiss still lasted and their tongues twirled around each other. The rush that was induced by his touch and his Awe gave such supremacy that everything else didn't matter.

Until...

The girl hissed like a wild cat when he tried to pull the bunny tail off. Was he crazy? The pain did reduce whatever she was feeling at that moment. Their sensual bubble burst and Leslie pushed herself away from him partly angry and partly with much reluctance. Once she stood rather wobbly on her own two feet again she raised her hand and swung it towards his cheek. If he wasn't fast enough the sound of her hand hitting him would echo through the streets.

"What is your problem? That hurts! Why did you do that?" she rubbed her tail through the fabric of her skirt and looked at him in confusion mixed with some sort of need and perhaps even lust for him. With a frown she asked him. "Who or what is Jazzel?"
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As Leslie slipped from his hold and moved away from him, he could not help but reach out to her again. His movements were slow, his mind on auto pilot. "Jazzell.. Why.." before he could finish his sentence the girls hand met his face.

Snap back to reality. As he closed his eyes he quickly grabbed at her wrist and gave it a tight squeeze. Why did she slap him? She always hit him, but never when they embraced like this. Why did she hit him with her voice so sweet? And why did the costume piece not come off?

"Who or what is Jazzel?"

That's an odd question. The faint sting in his face and the question jarred a few screws around in his head back into place long enough for the Toreador to gather some sense of normality. Popping his eyes open he could see the upset look on Leslies face, mixed with a look of something more primal. He could feel the allure that tranced him the first time wanting to take back over. But without his shades dulling the lights, and her look if unpleasentness on her lips, it helped enough for him to create a coherent thought.

Letting go of her wrist, he kept his head down and tugged off his jacket, grabbing it by the collar and reaching out towards her with it. "Put this on." He urgently commanded. Keeping his eyes from looking at her once more before he'd tumble back into la la land. "Don't speak. Just do." He furthered.

He felt fully embarrassed and completely depressed with himself.

She is not Jazzell. Her eyes are not similar. Jazzell never wore contacts. And what was that stump on her behind? It was furry and fluffy? That accent was certainly not English. They are in England, not Pittsburgh. Think clearly! Give no power to your blood!

Hoping Leslie followed through the command, he kept his eyes closed, lifting his head towards her general direction. "I... Miss Leslie.. I owe you an apology. Do you have the coat on? Perhaps you can bundle your hair as well? My blood thinks of you as my sire.. I need to convince it you're not."

His emotion twisted into a frown after he was done speaking. It was the first real time since he left his home that he felt this vulnerable. Did he really try to savage a gangrel he believed was his sire. On the side walk, in public, in front of a kindred establishment. If he can't control his mind how was he going to be of any use to anyone?

Stepping towards the metal pillar by the steps, he looked up at the sky above. His voice a little cracked. "Jazzell was my sire.. you look very similar to her. If you still want to speak to me.. perhaps we should go inside where it's safer... for both of us."
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All her emotions were suddenly replaced with fear when his hand wrapped around her wrist. The tight grip wasn't painful but very uncomfortable. She gasped in surprise and lowered her stance holding her free hand behind her back. If needed she would draw her claws but he looked at her as if it was the first time he saw her.

When he let go she took a step back and waited for when and how she could escape him. He gave her his jacket and before she could say anything he commanded her not to speak. Confused and still afraid she grabbed the jacket and put it on. With closed eyes he avoided looking at her. What was wrong? She nearly felt like crying.

Then Davvad started to explain himself. With red eyes from the upcoming blood tears she used the rubber band she always had around her wrist to put her hair up in a ponytail. Then she quickly dried her eyes and straightened her dress. With a nod she walked by him and stepped inside.

The girl sat down in a dark corner in a two seated leather couch. Either Davvad could sit next to her or in one of the armchairs gathered around the small table. The cozy feeling of the Hospitality Club didn't reach her mind.

Not a word fell from her lips but her look was more than enough to let him know she was shocked, confused and even slightly afraid of what had just occurred. She snuggled in his jacket hiding herself as good as she could.
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He felt Leslie walk by him and begin for the steps. Opening his eyes and twisting around in place he made himself follow by her side. She certainly did not have the same effect on him this time as he followed close by. He followed her lead as they came upon the seating. As she took the opportunity to sit in the double sofa, Davvad invited himself to sit with her.

They had to look like a strange sight. Sitting there quietly like two confused lovers who just had their first fight and were unsure how to act. A few moments would pass before Davvad could feel the calm return to his mind slowly. While he pushed out the thoughts of his sire and the embarrassing way he acted out in front of the club. He could see how much the whole scene weighed on the girls mind. He felt bad for how Leslie appeared upset and recluse from their roller coaster adventures.

Since she was willing to still speak with him, he brought a hand up to brush through his air and then scooted a little closer to Leslie on their twin seater. He wrapped an arm lightly around her shoulders to comfort her. His voice low and gentle as he felt he needed to fix his mistakes. It did not occur to him that most of her attitude was from how effective his presence was on her.

"Hey.. Leslie.. I'm sorry for being coarse with you. It was entirely my fault for having you feel this way. Just collect your thoughts, even take a few 'breaths' and soothe your mind. When you feel better, perhaps you can forgive a clumsy fool with his fancy words?"

If his request did not perk her up immediately, he curled his lips into a smile and added with amusement. "You have a very soft and cute bunny tail. I feel really terrible trying to pull it off. I really have no desire to have the tiger girl sad because of my silliness. Please, oh please forgive me; with a cherry on top?" And to add emphasis, judging from her demeanor, he gave her puppy dog eyes. Perhaps it was because she appeared so young he felt this way was warranted. Really all he wanted to do was not muck up another new friendship because of his blood, or his actions or whatever else make be an excuse.
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The young looking girl sat fairly still like a statue. Her usual signs of pretending she was human and alive. No slight blush on her cheeks. No rise and fall of her chest to imitate a breathing pattern. She just sat there silent and calm while trying to think. What had happened for only a few minutes outside seemed to leave an eternal imprint. Her eyes moved slowly when he sat down next to her. It was hard to process the recent events. How had she been dragged into this situation? Normally her emotions were pretty steady. And her Beast growling at her didn't help either. It was furious at her.

Davvad moved closer and when his arm went around her she narrowed her eyes and waited what he would do next. His words weren't reassuring. Did he imply what she thought he did? Had he been in her mind? Giving her other feelings than what was reality? But how? What she had felt had been so real, so vivid. How had it not been hers? There had been a click from the first time they had met. Even though his voice was calm she felt a tiny tantrum growing within her and when she finally did speak it was a low hiss that came from between her pursed lips.

"I don't need to take some fucking breaths to calm down. All I need is a fucking Rose to stay out of my mind. How can I even trust you now?"

That was the sore spot. Trust. She felt abused, taken advantage off by this Toreador. On the other hand she did unerstand that if she looked like his Sire which he was obsessed with that it brought a fierce creature out of him to conquer his Sire again who had abandoned him. With a sigh she mumbled an apology and shrugged. "Sorry."

His smile and attempt to cheer her up worked a little but not enough to force a smile upon her lips. She knew how one could lose themselves when confronted with what they desired so much. Her own bunny tail was the perfect proof of that. The puppy look did make her look up at again and she wriggled her nose. "Sure. You are forgiven but only a bit. The cherry will have to wait." The small touch of tease in her voice was a good sign. "So Jazzel was your Sire? What happened?" she whispered while she wrapped the coat firmer around herself. His touch might have been fun but how could she be sure of that? Both their actions and reactions had been fooled by the tricks of his Rose blood.
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Couldn't help but sigh as she questioned his trustworthiness. It immediately reminded him of his goals tonight and how already he was blundering a promising friendship with the girl before it even got off the ground. He removed his arm from around her shoulder when she was done talking. He did not feel this approach was the correct one anymore. But now that they were also in the Hospitality Club with all the noise, he had to feel a prying ear or two might listen in. None the less he enjoyed the laughing and chatter going around, it soothed him soothe his own mind.

"I'll just give you the short and easy. She sired me, loved me, used me. When I no longer was enchanting enough for her she stopped coming around. I still love her. It was a fight one night. The only true fight we ever had. She had more sway in my domain, so she had made sure I was kicked out or.. else.." He let out another heavy sigh. His own human side showing in how he acted with his hands elaborating things. "I guess I'm a little home sick, or my love for her is still to powerful to take lightly. Of all the times I lost my.. mind.. I never did it thinking someone looked like someone else."

Sitting back on the couch, he brought a hand up to brush through his hair before resting his hands in his lap. "I don't blame your idea of mistrust in me. I don't know if I can trust myself after tonight, or last night."

He gave a nervous little chuckle. "All this non sense about me and my problems. All I intended was to find out who the pretty tiger girl was without all the touchy feely stuff being involved. So... tell me what I could do to return to your good graces.. and perhaps about that bunny tail. It was certainly a surprise."
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When he decided to sit back and remove all the comfort of his arm around her she sighed. Still not sure how to feel about what just had happened she looked at him while he spoke. His words did reach her ear but had to fight all the thoughts that were battling in her mind before they could nestle in her head and before she was able to register what he had said. Somehow she could relate to what he said. She had been there. Being in love with a person and then suddenly they are done playing with you and they want a new toy.

However it had never been such a deep sting like it was now with Emily disappearance. Now there was also a blood bond that kept those emotions alive but sadly if she wouldn't receive some blood from the Malkavian soon enough the bond and their connection would vanish and Leslie would be left with a big empty feeling in her heart.

Slowly her hand found its way to his on his lap and her fingers wrapped around his cool skin. Her soft gaze stared into his eyes and she smiled. "We all lose our minds from time to time. Especially when it is about someone we love. I understand but that does not mean it makes me feel better. What just happened was... crazy. It was so intense and such a deep vibe that it is hard and rather painful to believe that it was something you created. It is scary if you can't trust your own emotions because someone might have messed with them. I would start to question my own mind and I can't have that happening to me. Not now."

Not ever! It would be the worst scenario for the young Gangrel. His curiosity about her bunny tail made her small smile disappear and the lights in her eyes died. "That..." She said with a shrug. "That is the perfect example of what you just said. Losing your mind over a lost lover. Mine disappeared. I don't know how or why or by who or what happened. She is just gone. I have no information whatsoever. All I know is that one morning I go to sleep next to her and the next night when I wake up she was gone. I spent nights searching for her and when I finally thought I had found someone that might know more I cracked. I lost it. After I got back to my senses I had the bunny tail as a little reminder of her. I called her my bunny."

Leslie paused after a sad chuckle and continued. "These things happen I guess. She was older than me and knew how to fly under the radar. All I have now is a sorry note. Sorry." she sighed again "She's sorry."

What a pair were they. Both with broken hearts and now silently sitting there and probably he was feeling as uncomfortable and fragile as she was. She shifted in her seat and cleared her throat as her eyes were now down. Afraid to look at him and to admit that she was not always a tiger but at times a little kitten still discovering the big bad world.
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As Davvad listened to her talk, it dawned on him just how much of an affect his presence had on her. He never really toyed with using his powers on kindred before. It was planted deep in his teachings that such things were taboo and get you into the kind of trouble that results in the nights ending. He enjoyed his unlife. Even when the beast got rowdy and yammered at him or he lost focus. The perks to him outweighed the flaws. But still. He used it last night in defense, and tonight for more unsettling reasons.

But he had a hard time being that deep seeded in the route of all bastard beasts of the night.

He listened to her words and gave her a sympathetic look and with those eyes watching as her hand reached out to grab his. He returned the gesture and lightly rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. He did sympathize with her on the matter after hearing her own loved one snatched away from her seemingly by random chance. When she finished speaking he did sit in their personal silence as he continued to caress her hand. When her head hung low for so long, he could not stand to see the young pretty girl sullen.

He brought a hand up to her chin and gently guided her attention to his eyes. His expression softened as he offered her a smile. "I'm sorry." He said before giving her a gentle kiss to her forehead, bringing a hand up to brush through her hair. She was so lovely and pale, just like Jazzell.

As he felt her hair, he let out a heavy sigh and recoiled from touching her. "I... am sorry.." He breathed again. He kept his voice low for their personal space, but it was urgent sounding and jumbled. Anyone paying any attention to them alone might hear what he said; but otherwise his words were meant to pierce her ears.

"I've had nothing but a miserable time in this city. The only decent event to happen to me is meeting you. The softest heart I have met in this unfeeling town. No matter where I go, I have trouble fitting in. I am labeled an outcast and a trouble maker, all because my sires lips are sealed so tight around my former Princes groin you'd need a sharp blade to peel her from the seat. So I accept the fact I'm worthless to the Camarilla and no longer wanted. And when I try to befriend the Anarchs, I am beaten and thrown in the trash. Mocked and laughed at. Then tonight. I figure I can at least find some delight with the tiger girl from the gala. Instead, I find I can't trust myself or my mind." He let out a small grunt of displeasure.

"So I am sorry, Leslie. I'm sorry for using you for my personal amusement. When you as well have a torn heart. Now I feel like... like... a complete asshole." He brought a hand up to rub against his fore head. It felt like his head was pounding. The blurred line between reality and fantasy played heavier on his emotions and mind than he thought. What's more, he cursed. He liked to avoid cussing. He felt low and dirty for using vulgarity, on top of the little white lie he peppered into his verse of confidence to Leslie.

Leola told him to keep it simple. Nothing in this city seemed simple. How can he be simple? Even his own identity to him seemed out of focus anymore.

"I'm sorry..." He said again, his voice curled and confused. "I should go.. that was to heavy to lay out in such a way.. my mind feels bruised." Adding, before trying to get up from the couch to take his leave.
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His touch at her chin to make her look up made a shiver go down her spine. Something told her this was the best and stupidest moment of the night. Their hands were wrapped around each other while giving small comforting caresses on each others cold skin. She closed her eyes when he kissed her on the forehead. It was so gentle and sweet it made her purr lovingly and she squeezed his hand.

"You aren't an asshole Davvad. Things happen out of your control when you are confronted by a big part of yourself that wants something that it can't get. I'm the first to understand that. So don't worry about it. I'm okay."

She wasn't really okay but she was fine enough to continue any form of conversation with the Toreador. No longer wanted by the Camarilla? That was an interesting thing he had said and the moment he wanted to leave she tugged at his arm and pulled him back and perhaps even a bit closer.

"Don't go. We all make mistakes and where we would be if we didn't give second chances, right?" she said with a quick wink before continuing. "Please, stay. We are here now and in the Hospitality Club you are safe even if you are a Camarilla outcast. Did you meet the London Prince?" Her voice was dripping with curiosity.
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Felt his arm grabbed and pulled upon, finding himself sitting once more beside Leslie as she pulled him closer. He made note of her wink but he was still having a troubling time with himself on how he wants to continue on with the conversation. His emotions were written on a piece of paper crumbled up into a ball. She could see that his nose was twitching as he appeared to process in his mind what he wanted to say.

He had that moment of conflict where he knew this assignment of his was not going to be good for him.

"Yeah.. I saw the Prince." He said with a heavy sigh. "He was very unimpressed with my history, what I had to say, what I aspired to do in this city. He felt I was arrogant and was only going to cause disruption. He did not say once I was allowed residence in this domain."

The crazy part of his reply was it was all true. He only emitted the part about gaining information for the Prince. Alarik never once did say he was allowed haven, and he was concerned with his background for sure. Davvad took another unneeded breath after his statement, the comment bringing some calm to his mind. As he looked at Leslie he could see he was still having a hard time not finding himself enthralled with her. He needed to abandon this idea and indulge another one.

"I learned the Gala I went to was run by an Anarch Ventrue. I took a chance on you being an Anarch so I asked to meet you here of all place. I'm trying to find acceptance in this city. Rather Anarch or Camarilla or whatever. But knowing you've been hurt and left by a loved one, I don't believe I want to rope you into my mess and cause you further harm." Bringing a hand up to rub his forehead. "It might be best after all if we stray apart. Lest I lose my mind again."
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Davvad was playing his role good. She had no idea he was there for a quest. All she knew was what she felt and she immediately felt sympathetic with his situation. Being an outcast was a familiar part of her unlife.

"If you really feel that way then you should go but honestly I'm big enough to take care of myself. My girlfriend was, no... is..." she sighed and shrugged. "... guess I should say was. So she was Camarilla. A very sweet girl. They aren't all rhat bad. They are a bit fixated on rules and enslaving minor vampires. They need to relax a bit more and get laid. Especially the Prince." she said with a giggle.

He still barely looked at her. It was odd to have such an effect on a person. There had to be a way to make him feel better about being around her.

"What if you tell me what it is that reminds you of her? Would that help? I won't try to impress the Rose within you anymore. I can pay attention to what I wear."

It probably was a stupid proposition but she felt bad for him and didn't want to push him deeper than what he already was experiencing. And if the Prince kicked one out then the Anarchs should take the stray in and teach him a better way then the mind controlling and rule fucking Capes.

"Or I could take of my clothes so you would see I'm nothing like her?" she cheekily asked.
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He really felt the kick in his head when she mentioned that her lover was a member of the Camarilla. Further more it appeared she had also met the Prince. That was the sort of thing he did not expect to hear after the beating he took the night before by Henry Dawson. He was super relieved to hear Leslie was not that type of Anarch.

Unless she was playing a game too.

His nose twitching became less prominent as she switched the subject back to their own little relationship that was budding. He had to give a little laugh at her recommendation of stripping bare. He looked up at her with a faint smile on his face. The coat and her hair being held up did help break the charade in his mind she was not Jazelle. But he was still leerly.

He kept it simple, not wanting to invoke another trance just from thinking about his sires beauty. "I don't mind your flirtatious demeanor. I find it sweet and very human. I did not think you would happen to twist my mental state. Jazzell.. You both have the same hair. The same complexion. You both look young. That dress you wore, it was the sort of thing she'd wear. A mixture of sexual beauty. I'm still not use to being apart from her safety."

He let out a sigh and rested back on the couch. Even when he spoke his mind was not in the same place as his words. He was debating on what to tell Leslie. He wanted to believe all the secrecy he was using about his true identity was unneeded. But the Prince did tell him to not state his business.

Why? Was it to not expose his interest in the Anarchs to the likes of Henry Dawson? Or to snoop on seemingly peaceful kindred like Leslie? Perhaps he understood why his recon was needed now. What was the real brew of Anarchs in London. The Dawson pack or the Leslie flock?

"Leslie. I want to be honest with you." He gripped the girl lightly and tugged her backwards so they nestled close against the sofas back. He liked Leslie. She was sweet, easy to talk with, and was able to relate with him on a personal level. She had an aura about her that made him feel comfortable, despite his fear that comfort would lead him to call her someone she was not. The conflict in his head telling him the pros and cons of the situation.

But he was decided.

He was very quiet when he spoke towards her ear."I like the safety and community of the Camarilla. Even if their hard on for rules is overblown. If I can't immigrate safely into the arms of the Anarchs.. I'd have to do something to gain the Princes favor. I don't want to earn further distrust from you, but I can't go back to North America. I have to find security in London."
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Her flirting joke had at least been able to get a smile from Davvad. Even if it was only a small one. She felt his pain and confusion and wished she could help him with it. Several nights she had already been trying to keep sane to figure out what was going on with Emily but still it didn't work. It had only gained her another frenzy mark.

"I like the thought of holding on to my human side. It gives me my strength but also a lot of weakness though I believe through the course of the years I have been on every end of the scales that I have been able to find a correct balance."

Leslie had always felt hurt she didn't know who her Sire was and why he had never wanted her to know. She was angry and sad at the same time. A pat of her wanted to rip him or her apart and another wanted to get to know the person and ask so many questions. Now that she had witnessed how it effected a Kindred who did know his Sire but had gotten dumped she wasn't so sure whether it was a good thing to know your Sire.

His gentle touch to pull her back felt comfortable. She laid back against him and snuggled closer. His coat was a bit too much to wear but she knew it was because it was easier for his mind. She frowned when he his tone became more serious. Something was not right. With a sigh she listened to what he said. Why was being a Camarilla so much better for some?

Her tone sounded a bit harsher than she wanted to sound. "So you want to be a Cam? What do you have to do to gain this favour of the Prince?" she sat up and looked at him rather confused. "This isn't just a random social meeting, is it?"
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He enjoyed having the gangrel snuggle up against him. It was soothing for him. His undeath made cuddling more of an enjoyment after feeding. The reason this was so special was certainly from the fact this felt casual and relaxed. Even with the looming terror of his mind slipping away or.. well the change in her tone showed he had been to honest.

His lips became thin and narrow, his eyes looked upon her own as she inquired. Her eyes were nothing like Jazzels. How was he so easily fooled earlier? Taking a heavy breath he lazily rested his arm around the girls shoulder over holding her tightly. He was wondering if he slipped up along the way. She asked him what he HAD to do to gain favor. His mind was certainly not in the right place tonight. He was letting his emotional need of having a friendly face in his corner, that perhaps, he lost track of it all. What did he even say tonight? Recalling the events of just the past twenty minutes seemed difficult. Just like when he was addicted to drugs in his former life.

He closed his eyes and took another breath; granted Leslie let him recompose himself before he'd look upon her again.

"The whole Camarilla and Anarch thing is stupid." His voice was less seriously, but not as warm as it normally carried. "Life and death in THIS life should not be determined by what side of the picket fence you're on. But I was embraced Cam. Taught Cam. Breathed Cam culture. There is structure and safety there. That is why I want to be one. Leslie. I wanted to meet with you tonight to see who the Anarchs are. Last night.."

He let out another heavy sigh, his eyes trailed around the room to make sure no one was easily identifiable or noticeably watching them as he spoke. "Last night I went to The Dream. I tried to meet an Anarch and see how I could mold into the culture. The man invited me to talk in private, but instead he starting beating on me. I was unable to escape. He tossed me in a dumpster.. the smell.. it.." He shook his head. His nose twitching lightly again. How could he find security in a sect that beat up kindred at random? It felt worse than Sabbat recruiting practices in his mind.

"Friends are important. Very important. As it stands, you're the closest thing to a friend I got in this city. Everyone else I have met is just a simple face who looks at me dubiously, or has assaulted me. If you tell me the Baron or the Anarchs wont take in a stray.. I have to do something to gain favor in this city."

It was lengthy. But they were both letting everything off their chests that evening it felt. If he lost Leslie at that point after exposing everything, except for stating direction he was still Camarilla; he'd need to return to the drawing board. Only after he'd hate himself for losing a pretty face and kind soul in his new life.
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"Stupid?"

Leslie exclaimed suddenly while she twisted her body to the side to face him better. Her voice became lower, almost like a hissing sound. "Tell me how stupid it is when a newly Embraced girl finds herself in London suddenly, not knowing where to go and the fucking Sheriff decides it might be fun to set her on fire because she's new and doesn't know how the world works yet. Was that fair? Was that stupid? Maybe I've known a whole different side from the Camarilla than you."

Her hands were curled up in fists and she took a deep breath to calm herself down while she closed her eyes to hide the flashes of red hiding in them. "I'm sorry." she said while she opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes seemed to have calmed down just like her. Her body lost its tension and she shrugged.

"I know all of you aren't the same. Just like not all the Anarchs are the same but calling it stupid is one thing I wouldn't do."

The young Gangrel sat back again and thought about his last words. She didn't want to tell him too much knowing that he wanted to be Cam a bit too bad. Emily and her left their Sects at the door of their Haven and didn't talked about such things. It was the safest thing to do and if Davvad wanted her as a friend the same rule would apply.

"There's always room with the Anarchs for another Kindred with his heart at the right place." It was a careful answer that said what it needed to say but didn't give away much. "If I were you I would avoid the dream if you want friendly people. The dream is okay but it's a place with people with a certain mindset. I've been there once and got myself into a fight as well. Together with a Cam. It was a fun fight and we won of course. While I've met a great man that night the place still leaves a bad taste in my mouth but it's home for some of us."

That was the night she had met George. It had been a nice coincidence to meet the Brujah Primogen. Davvad was something else. He was new in town and after everything it was hard to place her feelings. "I don't mind helping you in some way. I don't mind having a friend like you Davvad" Her smile grew wider. It was good having friends and even better when one had claws like her. If he screwed her over she would give him enough reasons to think twice next time.
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