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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.



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



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Central London
North London
East London
West London
South London
Miscellaneous
Out of Character


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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You find yourself in London on a dreary, foggy night like any other. But what lurks in the shadows is the stuff of fantasies and nightmares, far from mortal reality.

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Prankster Paradis
Topic Started: Tuesday, 20. January 2015, 20:01 (177 Views)
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Torans shop had been completely renovated since she'd moved into it in early Autumn. She'd had all the windows un bricked and un boarded, so that during the day she could throw open the old school wooden shutters she'd had put over them instead and let the light stream in. The ridiculosly over the top security had been bumped down to an abominable level, one that she was sure would make Toran cry if he were to ever visit. He hadn't written since, so she doubted he would be paying a visit anytime soon.

She had loved Lucy and Torans idea of letting the neighbourhood redecorate (Spray paint and tag) their building with a new design each month though, and she'd kept up the tradition but added in her own touch. It helped to make friends really, and set out roots in the neighbourhood. Another thing that helped was that she'd redone the interior of the building into a community space for kids and teens. With a drop in 'fee' of whatever donation they could manage, Mon-Saturday the doors were open for a rotating schedual of craft workshops for kids and teens, as well as young adult workships in circus themed entertainment. She'd taken to renting out the Dojo to classes, which ranged from actual martial arts to dance classes, to her favorite; Yoga.

On nights when she didn't need to be around for anything, she was either yarn bombing the surrounding tree's, benches, and light posts or setting up elaborate (really simple) jokes. Currently, she was on her knee's in a parking lot duct taping a children's harmonica to the grill of a unneccesarily horrid and large truck. Once he got enough speed, he'd hear the dulcet tones of terribly poor country like music, minus any of the saving graces of rhythm and beat.

She wore a backpack slung over one shoulder, and she was dressed in her usual matcha green bamboo clothing, typical utility belt that made more jingling bell like noise than any shifty night goer ever should dream of making, with a slim fitting semi water proof hemp jacket in bright mustard. She was certainly no 'covert' prankster, standing out rather like a sore thumb. This particular sore thumbs bright red head of dreads just made her look that much more visible in the early evening, as the yellow light of the street lamps tended to make her head look like an orange match stick. This particular match stick also liked to sing, and was doing so quietly beneath her breath as she finished with the duct tape and dropped it back into her bag. One ear bud was stick in her left ear, while the other hung down the front of her jacket, cord wrapping around her side and into her pocket where her phone was tucked away playing something very much like Beyonce. Infact, it most certainly was.
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"OMG! Look! Look! It's like, made of sparkles and fairy dust and adorable! CAN I KEEP IT?"
"What do you mean it's disgusting? Its a cockroach. It's adorable."
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