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| Calls to Leslie, Leo, and Skuld from Robyne; Some Frantic Phone Calls from the Redhead | ||
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| Topic Started: Monday, 20. July 2015, 20:25 (277 Views) | ||
| Robyne | Monday, 20. July 2015, 20:25 Post #1 | |
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-- Hound --
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Call #1 -- To Leslie sent at about 10:30ish PM on the night of July 20th, 2015 from Robyne's new disposable cell phone. {To voice mail presumably} "Leslie! It's Robyne... I got something to tell you. A few nights ago I encountered someone near uh... oh what's that street... Cleveland Street, near Camden. Not quite one of us but sort of like one of us... he's a mind reader! He gets into people's heads. He was roaming around Cleveland Street. He said something about a Prince from Surrey and said I botched something I had done in the woods around Leatherhead... anyway... he's dangerous. And I just saw in the news about another killing or something or whatever in oh... where is it... Lambeth? Waterloo? Well it's south of Westminster! That's close to Camden! See! It's spreading!... I read something about Satanic cults. Come on, we have to do something... anyhow... I'm warning you, there is this guy out there that can get inside our heads and he's sort of like one of us." Call #2 -- To Skuld sent closer to 11:15PM after Robyne has paced around her apartment several times. {To voice mail presumably} "Hello? Skuld the Barbar-- sorry... Mrs. Skuld? Or whatever your name is... um, this is Autumn! Redhead you met a long time ago? Anyway. I am calling to let you know there is a um... well there's someone kind of like us but not quite like us roaming around Cleveland Street and around Camden that can read minds and get inside people's heads. He's dangerous and he found me a few nights ago. He is maybe a distant cousin, I don't know but he's all kinds of dangerous. I'm letting you know to be on the lookout! He said something about the Prince of Surrey or something and said I had screwed something up in the woods back in Leatherhead-- but that was like months ago. I don't know what he is doing but he is trouble. I may need help." Call #3 -- To Leo Fleming at about 11:50PM on the night of July 20th, 2015. {To voice mail presumably} "Hello? Is this Mr. Fleming? Leo? This is Robyne, your sorta distant cousin from Sutton. Just giving you some kind of heads-up that I encountered someone on Cleveland Street that may be another distant cousin or may not be-- but he can read people's minds-- deep, deep into people's minds and he is dangerous. I don't like him and don't know what he's about but I read about another killing or death or whatever in Lambeth or Waterloo or... well it's south of Westminster anyway and it's near Camden! And think he might be somehow connected, maybe. He was snooping around and I think he was also following me. Um... oh yeah, he was at Cleveland Street in Westminster and this was just a few night's ago. I was patrolling the street when I think he followed me and broke into my mind. He threatened me and was digging into my head. Said something about Prince of Surrey and about some mistake I made in the woods around Leatherhead or Nonsuch Park-- but that was like months ago. Anyway, I don't know who this guy is but be on the lookout, he could be trouble." Edited by Robyne, Friday, 11. September 2015, 17:07.
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| Leslie | Sunday, 9. August 2015, 01:00 Post #2 | |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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It was later that evening that Leslie heard the voicemail. With a frown she listened. Was this about that night when the connection got disturbed and ended? Hmm.... there was much in the message that was not good. However Westminster was not her problem. Camden was something this other Gangrel needed to stay away from. There was trouble there. Not much to do about it now. Autumn did not listen and she would one night find more trouble than a voice in her head. Leslie frowned about that and pondered. Had someone been playing tricks on the mind? Malkavian sounded the most logical and Leslie knew a few Malkavians in the Sabbat. Were there still active ones around? Leslie starting to walk in circles in her Haven. This was not good. Spreading? Well, it was not exactly next to each other. After her encounters with Autumn, the Flemish Gangrel had kept an eye on the newspaper much more and the places mentioned in it weren't even remotely close. It didn't even seem related at all but apparently Autumn saw way more than Leslie did. The biggest question was whether to reply to this and if so what to say? Maybe Robyne was still in panic mode. Maybe she needed some rest to cool down. The sun was nearly there... it was too late to call back anyway. And so Leslie went to bed instead of calling back. Somehow, in the deepest of her entity she was afraid of what it would mean if Robyne was right with her theory. But the sun demanded her to rest and slowly but surely her mind found a calmness again when she was forced to spend the day in a sleeping slumber... |
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