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| Who goes there; A call for Marcus Russo | |
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| Topic Started: Friday, 29. May 2015, 00:24 (235 Views) | |
| Adry Hale | Friday, 29. May 2015, 00:24 Post #1 |
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Dad blame it. I wake up in a puddle of colourful ink, as if a friggin' unicorn had come and pissed all over my bed. Which... Considering the lingering acid high my head's swimming in, is a helluva possibility. Were it not for the fact it comes from my... Wait. Wait just a cotton pickin' minute. My thigh!?
Oh Lord help you Drunk Hale. This sounds like something you'd do, sister. Then again it sounds like something Any State of Mind Hale would do, who am I tryna kid? I take a look under the sheets. The big o' rattlesnake coiled around my leg is nuthin' but a blur of poorly drawn lines. Welp. So much for fancy pants body art. This is how you blow 200 bucks on a transfer. I push the rest of it out, fixin' not to look like a dumbass for the rest of the night. Somebody told me once we skeeters couldn't get tattoo'd, but I'm guessing I had to see for myself. Damn you immortality! I groan and stretch my legs, wishing I could get rid of this hangover just as easily. How come I can get no tats but I still wake up all tuckered out?! And where the hell am I? The bed still smells like pussy, but my one eye sees no lady in this... swanky as shit hotel room. I suppose I still have a sense of self-decency when it comes to my comfort no matter how much I've taken? Oh boy, but it smells -heavenly-! I'm sure she was a looker. Maybe a sweet little Brit blonde? This smells like blonde. I reach for my phone and go over yesterday's pics, oh so psyched to see what kind of european godd... Oh. Oh god. Bless her heart, she looks like she fell from the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. I... I really need a fucking shower. One fucking shower later I'm sitting all gussied up in my rainbow sheets with a piece of paper in one hand and my phone in the other. Yesterday night was a gas, as proved by the little flashbacks that I've been blessed with in the shower, but I'm here for business, and business require... well, business talk. The phone rings. |
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| Elagabalus | Friday, 29. May 2015, 03:04 Post #2 |
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Marcus was in Croydon when the phone rang. Certain business ventures had to be taken care of in the area, so he had to leave Westminster briefly. A certain area in Corydon was becoming Marcus' new interest and he had to lay ground work to see the dream come to reality. Standing, leaned up against a wall in an alley, he kept his eye on a particular building in the area. He lit a cigarette and continued to stare at the building until his phone began to ring in his inner jacket pocket. The number wasn't recognizable, but that should start to become expected with his new position as Primogen. He would answer the call still staring at the building.. "Yes, this is Marcus.." |
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| Adry Hale | Friday, 29. May 2015, 23:08 Post #3 |
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Bingo. "Sir Marcus Russo? Err... Good evening. Name's Adrianna Hale, Childe of Clan Ventrue." I check myself in the mirror as we speak. Make up? Yup. Hair? Decent. Dress? Fuck to the yeah, baby. "And if I'm not mistaken, you must be Primogen to the clan in London. I was given this number to contact you. Hope ya don't mind." So... How the fuck do I do this now? I take a look at my notes, which are completely illegible bullshit save for a few names and offices. Should I call him Sir? His... Highness? Am I supposed to salute him? I suppose that depends on wether he was a marine before bellying-up. I'm all cattywhompus in this whole Cammie thing. Blurry junkie brain ain't helpin' none either. "I just arrived in the city and due to my uh... tricky situation, I feel like I should talk to you before I approach Sir..." Now where's the goddamn big bug's name in this piece of friggin' paper? "...Bleecher." |
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| Elagabalus | Saturday, 30. May 2015, 03:33 Post #4 |
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A Childe of Ventrue!? Marcus perked up and pushed off the wall he was leaning against, giving the caller his full attention. The woman must have gotten his contact info from either Vince or another patron of the Muse. "Good evening to you as well, Miss. Hale. Of course I don't mind. How can I be of service?" "I just arrived in the city and due to my uh... tricky situation, I feel like I should talk to you before I approach Sir ...Bleecher." Unfortunately, "Bleecher" was deceased. Marcus didn't feel the need to correct this over the phone. The woman's mention of a "tricky situation" made the Roman Ventrue concerned and he wanted to assist somehow; simply because of her own Ventrue bloodline. That is, if she was indeed a Ventrue. "Blucher, Miss. Hale. That would be, Highness, Alarik Blucher, also a descendant of Ventrue." Marcus wanted to correct the pronunciation of his clansman's surname out of respect for his passing. "Anyways, my door is always open to the clan, Miss. Hale. Would you be free tomorrow evening? Please, feel free to come by the Clermont Club in Westminster at your earliest convenience. There, we can discuss this.. "tricky situation" of you'rs in more detail. he gave a pause. "Would you be in any need of transportation?" |
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| Adry Hale | Sunday, 31. May 2015, 14:29 Post #5 |
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"His Highness Alarik Blücher, yeah." Bless my dumb heart. I correct the name and take note of the buncha others he gives me, hoping I'm getting 'em right this time. "And tomorrow will be jolly." I give myself a moment to consider his offer. Do I wanna strike as needy? Lord knows I'd rather stick my hand in a goat's plug. However... I don't wanna sound inconsiderate of his offer either. After all he sounds as excited as me to meet, which is exactly what I want from my first contact with the Cammies. "Well I normally would provide my own transport but seeing as I might get lost in a foreign city... There's nothing I would regret more than to have you waiting. I'll take on your offer this time, Sir. So, tomorrow midnight it is?" |
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| Elagabalus | Sunday, 31. May 2015, 18:57 Post #6 |
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Deciding to provide the same courtesy he was shown when he arrived in London, he would send a car to retrieve the new arrival. Marcus would see to Miss. Hale's proper treatment while in London. He wouldn't have it any other way. "Wonderful, Miss hale. Wonderful. Yes, midnight would be perfect. If you could text me an address after our call here, I'll have a car sent; should arrive tomorrow evening. You'll be at the club in no time." he gave a useless smile and a head nod to Miss. Hale over the phone. "I'll see you tomorrow then." With another head nod, he would end the call and take a puff of his cigarette. Marcus then continued his reconnaissance work of an area in Croydon. |
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