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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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Population: 31

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


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

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



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

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

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So this is Enfield
Topic Started: Saturday, 22. November 2014, 18:48 (393 Views)
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Edited by Graham Mason, Saturday, 27. December 2014, 20:08.
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Apartment Hunter's Guide in one hand, steering wheel in the other, Becca slows her purple VW Beetle to something like a crawl as she approaches what looks like a dingy, dilapidated old textile mill. If that was an apartment building, she was the Queen of Sheba, she thought to herself, disappointment clearly written over her pasty white face. The building had boarded up windows, stuff--hopefully plants--growing and crawling up the walls, and it looked like a condemned sign was plastered on the front door.

Checking the advertisement and looking for the number on the door--from the safety of her car--Becca wonders if she is lost or if the apartment guide was outdated. Becca inches the car forward to the next building, which was probably just another warehouse that probably belonged to the abandoned textile factory. Ugh... how was this building still standing??!!

This was a good idea, wasn't it? A place of her own? Her own off-campus apartment away from Alyssa, away from the haters and the intruding R.A.'s? Sure, Enfield was practically on the other side of the universe from South Kensington and campus, but she had a car, she was pretty comfortable with public transportation, and she was desperate for her own space. She had some money-- not a fortune, but enough to cover a modest rent. Scholarship money was still intact as far as she knew, her parents were still on emailing terms with her, while she was expecting some issues with regards to her coming out--sort of-- the rug had not been pulled completely out from underneath her yet.

What she really wanted was a studio apartment. A single room with lots of space for her creative outlets, and a bigger bed. She could probably swing maybe $500 Pounds a month or a bit more... if she had to pull from her scholarship money and take on a second part-time job, she could swing $800 to $1,000 Pounds a month.

Graffitti covered walls, broken pavement, flickering street lights, broken windows, and the smell of dead animals... yeah, somebody clearly made a mistake somewhere in this guide, Becca sighed. That being said, if she did find a place here, the rent would likely be the cheapest in the city. For all she knew the typical landlord here was probably a stoner or heroin addict. Give the guy some draw and a plate of chicken marsala, chips, and rice and she could walk away with her pick of apartments. Dope for room and board was probably teh standard transaction around here.

As she rounded a corner in search of the next address for rent, she wondered if there was any kind of bright side to Enfield. There must be something about this neck of the city that was worth a damn. Maybe a good Irish bar? Maybe a fascinating old pawn shop? A creepy old cemetery? Antique junk shop? Something? Anything?

Becca consults her Apartment Guide and parks on the curb in front of a old red brick building that had crack house written all over it, boarded up windows, and graffitti and scorch marks covering most of the walls. Someone probably died in there somewhere. According to the guide however, one of these buildings was newly renovated, had new appliances, was fully furnished, offered studio space, and a outdoor pool and basement gym facillities.

Becca set down the guide and reached for her soda and took a long drink of it. Where was she and just how off was this apartment guide??
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Page 42... Enfield... Newly renovated textile factory now modern, chic studio apartments. Full bathroom, laundry facillities, fully furnished options, gym facillities in basement, spacious studio space, clean, attractive, close to art district and public transportation... lovely view of river. Non-smokers, non-drinkers preferred. $650 Pounds / month. References needed.

Becca rolls down the window and looks at the building to her left and scans the photos and description in the ad. She looks at the building, looks at the ad... looks at the building, checks the ad. Nope. Not even close.

Becca steps out of the car and looks across the street. The building across the streets was surrounded by a tall iron gate, still looked like a factory, but the walls were in better shape. At least someone had the decency to paint them over in white.

Becca leans against her car and looks at the building. No graffitti but no signs of life either. Empty back lot, iron bars on the windows, some scraggly shrubs... if not a factory maybe it was an old workhouse from a Dickens novel? Could have been a prison or orphanage. Looked like a rather intimidating building now that she got a better look at it.

What was it like inside, Becca wondered.

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Deaf, Becca didn't hear the man's approach or his question, but she did catch movement around the corner of her eyes. A bit startled, Becca turned to face the man that was at least a foot and a half taller than herself. The man appeared very well dressed-- more well dressed for these surroundings for sure. Becca blinked and indicated with gesture that she was Deaf and quickly pulled a pen and pad of paper from her coat pocket and began to write a quick note, which she offered to the gentleman.

"You wouldn't happen to know where the Artspace Apartments are in Enfield would you?" her note read. Becca lifted up her Apartment Guide suggestively.

Becca's long black trench coat concealed a young, lithe athletic young college student who was sporting a black lacy dress, royal blue satin corset, black patterned tights and around her slender neck, a lacy choker. Her make-up made her face a smooth porcelain white mask accented only by rich black lipstick and black eye shadow and lashes. Her piercings and earrings maybe the only hint of silvery color aside from her eyes. She stood all of five feet, six inches at best. A true Victorian Goth maybe.
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Becca consults the map on the cell phone offered her and rolls her eyes with all kinds of exasperation on her face. If she had a pence for every damn Highland Street, Highland Avenue, Highland this or that Square in London, she'd be a millionaire! And if the apartment guide was any more vague or riddled with misprints...

Becca tosses her apartment guide in the car and shakes her head. The place she was looking for was pretty much across the borough. There was at least four or five places located with the name Highland in it. Dozens more across the whole of London.

Becca handed the phone back and scribbled a quick note.

"What brings you out to such a dumpy place like this? Lost too?"

Of course the odds that this guy was lost with a fancy shmancy GPS app hooked up phone seemed slim. Unless he simply didn't have a destination in mind and was just merely wandering. Nicely dressed bloke like this in a sketchy corner of town like this made little sense to Becca. But who was she to judge? She was here under the impression this side of town had newly refurbished apartments. Stupid guide was full of misprints or she clearly misread the ads.

"Where are you from?" Becca's next note asked.

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So the gentleman was a civil engineer and into demolitions and mining... demolitions... blowing stuff up. Well if he was wandering around here and had a few extra explosives just lying around, he could probably start with some of these rat infested hellholes and crack houses.

Colorado? A Yank? Worked in Moscow? Becca's brow lifted with curiosity. Relatives in WWII, a job in Moscow, working as civil engineer and in demolitions... how very, very interesting, Becca thought. Here was a guy with some history for sure.

What was she doing here? Becca jotted her simple reply. "Apartment hunting... looking for cheap rents."

It seemed obvious now that there was a little matter of false advertising to contend with as far as her apartment guide went-- either it was that or she had to admit she had no clue as far as directions were concerned. A frown slipped across Becca's lips. The problem with finding her way around London was that everything seemed to share very similar names and these ridiculous postal codes and stupid nonsensical roundabouts that had her going in circles? And what was up with all these High Streets and Market Squares and so on... the city planners could have come up with some more original names for places. Crown Street? There must have been a dozen Crown Streets between South Kensington, Chelsea, and Enfield. Ugh.

Becca appraised the man in front of her and tried to refrain from staring. She couldn't quite help it. His suit was tasteful, the Stetson was a charming touch, and the man's eyes looked positively radiant. Shame he wasn't her type or gender. Meh, nobody is perfect. Of course between herself and this dapper gentleman, it seemed like he was more out of place than she was... he was too neat and tidy for a place like this. Too sharp and handsome and probably too gentlemanly. She on the other hand was probably too stylish and Goth and delicate of appearance for these sketchy streets.

Still... if there was a cheap flat for rent that she could spruce up real good inside, then maybe it would be worth all the trouble of getting lost and disoriented. It was the inside that mattered the most. As long as the flat wasn't a hive for rats, spiders, raccoons, or dead bodies, she could make it work somehow.

Becca glanced at her watch then jotted a note and handed it off to the gentleman.

"I suppose you must think it's silly of me to be apartment hunting so late in the evening... but I'd like to see what I am getting by night as well as day. Besides, this is when I am most free."

Becca had no idea it had gotten so late already. What was it? 9:30? Almost 10:00?

"I don't suppose I'll find a decent place around here... and it's getting late. I should be going. Need a lift somewhere?" Becca's next note inquired, though she was pretty sure this guy must have parked his own car somewhere close by-- unless he took a bus or taxi and wandered off....

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Becca read the note and her eyes fixated on the word, "consulate". How intriguing a word... "consulate". Was this guy a diplomat or something? Becca's eyes wandered some more over the guy's appearance. Her brain--or rather her imagination--was churning away.

'Relatives in World War II, Moscow connections, demolitions expert, geological surveyer, connections to a consulate... ... Who is this guy, the Man from Intrepid? The Man from U.N.C.L.E? He was a Yank though so what was that? C.I.A?'

Becca narrowed her eyes and had a bit of a spaced out look. Her imagination was taking her someplace where this guy was an international man of mystery... a spy... an operative... an agent. Of course if she were in this fantasy, she would probably be a pretty good facsimile of Abby Schuto from N.C.I.S. Duh! Goth chick studying biology and microscopy and microbiology at Imperial College... screams forensic scientist in the making, really. Agent Becca Callahan... codename: The Raven... and tihs guy? His codename would have to be something slick and cool and lethal but in an old timey sort of way... His codename was probably something like Archangel or something. Becca can imagine the TV show now and movie franchise... Archangel and The Raven on BBC 4, Saturdays at 8:00PM... the first movie would be called something clever like "The Angel and Raven" about human trafficking in Eastern Russia or the Ukraine... a plucky young rookie spy, a Goth codenamed Raven... and her veteran mentor, just a year out of "retirement", the dapper gentleman agent, codenamed Archangel...

Becca blinks from fantasy spyland and looks up as drizzle and mist turns to a steady rain. She scribbles a note.

"Good idea... email a realtor. Any recommendations? Know of any good agents? Off-hand?"

This guy probably knew more about London than she did. She could tell this guy was no ordinary tourist. He had connections somewhere. Relatives that served in WWII... connections with a consulate... his business card was serious too. The guy probably travels overseas all the time. This guy was very interesting-- worth checking up on and doing a little searching into, Becca thought. Would be interesting to see who his relatives were... a check on Ancestry.com might come up with something, maybe.

Becca scribbled another note and handed it to the gentleman.

"My name is Rebecca Callahan. If you come across any decent places for rent in your travels, give me a text. I figure a man with your tastes must have a good eye for places of interest. {Becca's cell phone number}"

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Becca pocketed the note and nodded before letting herself back in the car. It was time to shove off and move on. The apartment searching was over for now. She could pick it up again tomorrow after practice and classes.

After a little wave she started the car and slowly pulled out and drove off.

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