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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.

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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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Brujah: 2 (3)
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Meredith Furlong
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Rosella Marie Allain


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Catherine Wilke

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Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
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Closing Caught Confined; Attn Ellora
Topic Started: Wednesday, 14. October 2015, 21:23 (159 Views)
Alan Yates
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The city, he had made it to the city. Hi first night waking in it for a few years. Things had changed. Deepened. The pulse in his mind was beating. A recent visit perhaps. Someone had caused a ripple in the cobweb, seeming to stretch it's fibers with it... no his, definitely a him... his presence. Now that he was gone the ripples ached in the young Malkavian's mind. One could only hope that this one wasn't the primogen. He might just fall to pieces.

"I've got to make a phone call." Alan said to the interior of his car's boot. His voice flatly hit him in the face. The flat sound of a constricted space.

To his side, a wriggle. She was waiting, she knew what was coming next but she was waiting, making him say it.

"Her name is Ellora." He said again to the darkness of his sealed container.

"Who needs to talk to her when you have me, lover? Who is more important to you?" The teenager, crammed tightly in the space slid her hand under his shirt traced a heart with her nail. He could see her face now, very close to his. There was no light, but her faced seemed to glow a sickly white color clearly visible. Nothing else was illuminated. A corpse light, the words make Alan want to laugh and cry for hours.

"You are, my love. But if I want to give us safety, she is the woman for it. I will have to set myself below her, but everyone is below you."

The logic seemed to make sense to her, her light extinguished but the slow tracing on the fingernail on his chest stayed. This might work out.

He slid his iPhone from his pants and slowly brought it towards his face, his other hand feeling for Regan. What felt like four or five hands, small, delicate, hers, caressed the arm until it felt the small of the girls back. Three hands remained, pushing his arm into her back which pushed her body closer to his.

The phone began ringing, when and if it halted and a voice greeted him he would quickly say, a quick edgy Lancashire accent. "Hello Ms. Reese, my name is Alan, an old family member from Preston. I was hoping I might have a word with you at your convenience if you can give me the honor of a date--"

Immediately the nailed of all the hands in contact with him dug into his skin, making him drop the phone. The clack would be audible on the other end.

A feral growl, like a lion but not quite a lion, echoed as if the boot was a gigantic cavern. Faintly water began to drip echoing in the wide space. He fuddled about for a few seconds retrieving the device trying to keep his voice calm, with only some success.

"and and and a time for a MEETING." He seemed to emphasize this word distinctly, and one by one the twenty fingernails began to pop out of his skin.
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Ellora Reese
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Ringtone...

The silence of the room got disturbed by an obnoxious wave of happy tunes that could make ears bleed. Ellora jumped in her seat. She had been sitting by her desk in the hotel to read. Hotel. How dreadful she needed a real place soon as the hotel was annoying her. Too many people, too many humans, too many colours crashing into each other and making a mess in her mind.

But like I said the silence got disturbed and made her jump. The relentless noise was persistent in destroying the beautiful silence that had been living in her mind. Frantically she searched for the source of it. "What in the hell is that?!"

"Your new ringtone. You like it?"
"Quite cheerful. What is it?"
"Caramelldansen. I found it on YouTube."

"I don't care what it is. I want it gone! Make it stop. NOW!"

Jane took the phone and picked up. "With the secretary of a very cranky miss Reese. How can I help you?" and as usual she didn't even sound nice. Her tone was sharp and harsh as if she wasn't smiling while in fact she was which, of course, was an unnecessary detail on the phone.

Jane listened for a while and heard the strange noise on the other side of the phone. "Oh hell no, I'm not listening to this crap."

"Give that to me.... This is Reese speaking. Excuse me could you repeat please?"
Ellora Mary Jane
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"Give that to me.... This is Reese speaking. Excuse me could you repeat please?"

Damn. Not just someone from the South of his own country, but an American. An American was leading the family in prestigious London. She must be old and powerful to not be rooted out by a local. Alan had met a few old Malkavians, everyone of them had been unnerving.

Luckily the slow popping of fingernails out of his skin brought him back to himself before he let rude amount of time pass. Talk slowly and and clearly, as if she was a tourist who had trouble with the difference between a Lancashire and a Scot.

"My name is Alan, I am a member of the family, and I'm hoping to make a move to London. I am now in town and hoping to talk to you about how that can be made possible. Can we meet somewhere private?"

The last fingernail popped out. "I think if she can't meet right away your going to let me play at a park." The tone was commanding rather than questioning.

Alan nodded, and she went back to tracing the heart shape on his chest, making sure to drag a finger over the recent injury so that he twitched. Maybe it would calm her down. Make her less angry about this very important meeting. Don't want to look too mad in front of his new Primogen. Alan's lips twitched in the comedy of it.
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Calmly she listened to him while Mary and Jane had found something to argue about it. Ellora was standing close to a window to watch the dynamic duo scream around her. A roll of the eye. A stomping foot. A poke with the index finger against the shoulder. And of course Jane sticking out her tongue while crossing her arms under her bust with a loud growling sigh.

Ellora always enjoyed the theatre that got composed in her head and only shiny surfaces that gave of reflections gave her enough few to watch her sisters. It was her personal television. One that was always stuck on the same channel disturbed by some distant white noise every now and then to keep her fascinated enough to realise the outside world needed her attention as well.

This was the reason why it took a while before she answered in her, of course, Southern accent. How else would she sound? Granted though, Mary and Jane had that accent far less than herself but Ellora could not hide the Southern Belle she was deep down.

"The Hilton Hotel at Park Lane. Ask for Ellora Reese at the counter and you will be led to my suite. Tomorrow evening not before 11PM. I look forward to meeting you. Good night."

The phone call ended and she pondered the call. "Family again?" With a nod she walked around her room. This was maybe good timing. Where did this kid come from? Hopefully he wasn't too infected by the moon curse. No matter how much she loved that giant orb in the sky, the younger generation was too weak to handle her brightness at times.


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