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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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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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Population: 31

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Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
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Sheriff
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Hounds
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Rosella Marie Allain


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Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
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Play the Game; Astrid Prowling (NSFW)
Topic Started: Friday, 9. December 2016, 02:27 (299 Views)
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The Citadel
The Citadel Nightclub; King's Road, Chelsea, London

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Tonight's Theme: "Play the Game" -- Queen

There is no pinning down Astrid. There is no understanding her. There is no labeling or categorizing her. There are no fast and easy or convenient rules that seem to apply to the young woman or girl. She seems to reinvent herself at will and whim, as she pleases. She makes the rules up as she goes along to suit her moods, her appetites, her desires, her passions... whatever. One night meticulous and reserved or conservative... another night, she is unpredictable, reckless, wild, and unrelenting. Sweet here... vicious there. It all sort of depends. But this is what you get when you Embrace someone so young, someone so full of adolescent emotions... someone so entwined around the pulsing veins and arteries of a vibrant, angry, restless, bored coven of Norwegian youth trying to find amusement several hundred kilometers north of the Arctic Circle.

Tonight, she feels like playing a game. She feels like it's time to explore once again and see what London is made of. In this game, Astrid is going to visit The Citadel. Chelsea's biggest hotspot. Nightclub supreme, in a supremely posh and exclusive neck of London she is sure to either loathe or lavish in. It's a test. Can she be indulged and satisfied here? Will she be Chelsea's Mistress or her astonished slave? Who will tame who?

Glamour and excess are the obvious attraction. Rich, gorgeous looking people doing luxurious things in extravagant and eclectic surroundings. And she will slide herself right in the midst of it either as Queen of the Night or as the slave-girl linked to someone who has her figured out and tamed... wrapped around their finger. The game is to see which of the two possibilities occurs.

It is a challenge to see if there is anyone in the club who can tame her... or is there someone adequate enough to serve and indulge and pleasure her unlike any other could possibly do?

Astrid is looking to step outside of the usual routine-- if such a thing as routine applies to her--and be someone else tonight. She is looking to take a risk... have a thrill... see who can measure up or who will measure her.

The Citadel looked promising on the outside and some have chatted the place up. It came with a reputation of being exclusive, pricy, posh, and extremely popular. Would it satisfy though? Would it satisfy her lusts for sex, drugs, and rock and roll legendary lifestyle? Will she need a take-out container for later or will she be led on a leash towards luscious lesbian luxuries?

Astrid was buttoned up in her black, fur lined overcoat. Her natural corn silk hair was neat, short, and blowing freely in the breeze. A touch of black mascara and the right sort of heels and nylons gave her a polished look for sure. What she wore underneath her coat however, was going to be a surprise and part of the game she intended to play. Someone with some guts and the right approach might win that prize. Nude? Maybe. Something sexy and scandalous? Probably. Something perhaps better suited for a BDSM club? Maaaaybe. You never know. Astrid has been known to be kinky from time to time.





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This club was interesting. It was certainly classy and up-scale. If not for her monthly income from Tromso coming at the right time, she likely would not be able to afford this place tonight. Chances were good that she wouldn't have the kind of cash she needed to be a frequent visitor here. She was here now though and had every intention of enjoying herself.

Looking around though, she had a few reasons to believe this place could be a Kindred watering hole. Or at least it could have been at one time. It was exclusive. It had an attractive assortment of clientele. It had private lounges and very visible security. This place probably had some real history to it too. It didn't feel like she was being watched or observed. It didn't feel like all eyes were on her, yet. There was a relaxed atmosphere here for the time being. Probably because no one pegged her as a threat. If there were Kindred here, they very likely didn't know her or recognize her. She's way too new here.

The blood in this place must taste incredibly rich, Astrid thought. Hopefully she'd find a suitable vessel here super saturated with some decent booze. Blood thinned with vodka tonics would make a good start. She could use a buzz to take the edge off her mood. The Masquerade Ball... what a disappointment that was. It would take a huge effort to climb back up from that creative abortion.

And she still had bills to pay and a percentage owed to Prince Henderson. Devil's Night Out was a blast but the clean-up required some serious money. Now she had to host a Rave and gather up the clan and set them straight on Krusen for Primogen. Krusen was going to take on Russo. The clan needed to get behind that.

Maybe she could host something here, in Citadel...?
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Sad that politics had to suddenly intrude on her mind but a good long drink might cure her of her momentary lapse into reason? Krusen as Primogen... it was a good idea that just kept getting better the more she thought about it actually. She could probably wrap her fingers around him easily and effortlessly and do pretty much whatever she wanted the way he saw things. After all, if not for her vote of confidence, it would be doubtful anyone would take his claim seriously, right? She didn't see any other Brujah roaming around London and romancing any ideas of political ascension any time soon.

With Krusen on the hot Primo seat, the sky seemed to be the limit as to what she could do. Only thing is, she had no idea what to do. She didn't exactly have any real schemes or plots in the works right now. Not exactly. Other than to get under Russo's skin and occasionally antagonize some Toreador here and there.

Cleaning up and reorganizing Grove Ward was a long-term project or goal that went without saying. Unless of course Krusen had other ideas or suggestions he wished to float around.

Building up her band and crushing the competition was another obvious direction.

But to make life in London really interesting, she needed a cause to get behind or some kind of something to really get passionate about. Maybe she should take over a nightclub?

Shedding her coat to reveal her lithe little spritely body in sleek black cocktail dress, Astrid surveyed her surroundings more intently. What might it take to own and operate a nightclub like this? What kind of cash would she need? What about security and staff? She and her band already had a record shop... which had a nice steady flow of customers on most nights and weekends... but what about a nightclub... someplace exclusive and "special"... some place to entertain her fellow Kindred?

A place to rival Concorde House... a place to outshine the Toreador?

Perhaps she needs a drink to think it over.
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This place oozed with class and was quite shiny and glitzy. It was also very brightly lit. Hardly anyone could hide in this place. Of course the object of being here wasn't to hide but rather to be seen-- to be ostentatious and obvious and at the center of attention. You wanted to come here to be seen and stared at and adored. You came to a place like this to be noticed and admired and fawned over. Of course if you made a fool of yourself here, everyone would know that as well. This was not the sort of place someone frequented if they feared public humiliation and embarrassment-- if they couldn't take the heat of scrutiny, they didn't belong here.

Astrid licked her fangs as she circulated about the periphery. Who among these lovely morsels would be her first hors doeuvre? The tall blonde in the slinky sequined dress? The one that looked a bit like Emma Watson? Though wouldn't it be something if that was really her? What were the odds? Or how about the redhead with the dusky eye shadow and black silky number sporting the string of pearls about her neck? Hmm... she might be tasty. Her Hunger was growing and her Beast was rumbling inside with impatience. Maybe the robust looking gentleman with the salt and pepper beard and grey-blue Nordic eyes? That Jake Gyllenhaal looking gent in the black tuxedo... hmm... appetizer or entrée?

The clinking of glassware was an enticing music to her ears. Everyone was drinking and cavorting and having a good time it seemed. Everyone seemed to be the center of their own world, basically. People like planets orbiting around each other in a strange dance of status and ego-stroking and debauchery. The forces of intoxication, arousal, lust, greed, envy, and charisma were as strong as gravity in this room, she noted. Breaking into their cosmos like a streaky little comet or shooting star would take a little effort on her part. Planet Pixie was circling... eyeing the universe of wealth and opulence and decadence like a fat kid at an all-you-can-eat Chinese Buffet.

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"Excuse me miss, perhaps you could show me where the washroom is? I'd like to powder my nose?" Astrid asked the blonde in the slinky sequined dress.

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Her arms became serpentine little tentacles as they wrapped around her prey almost lovingly. Astrid was becoming a deadly seductive little octopus, drawing in the blonde to the nearest stall for a little sip. A little octopus that chilled her prey's skin to goosebumps and tremors. Astrid simply smiled as she closed and locked the stall door and licked her glossy lips to a nice sheen of magenta color. This one would do nicely-- for starters. But she would need to be quick and clean about it. Just a little nip to the neck... but first with a kiss.

Astrid pressed her lips to her prey's neck and with a little added strength, held the woman in her arms and planted her firmly on the toilet seat. Astrid unsheathed her fangs quickly in a flash of pearly white and descended upon her prey's slender neck and pierced her skin just so... enough to draw the precious red life juice from her vein and into her eager mouth.

The blood was hot and fresh... tickling her palette with the taste of iron and copper and saltiness. Like licking pennies and sweat. The woman's skin was becoming pale-- almost translucent as Astrid continued to draw in the flavor of life. The woman was shaking but clinging to Astrid all the same-- perhaps expecting there to be warmth. There wouldn't be. Not for her at least.

The pulsing and beating of the woman's heart throbbed in Astrid's head as she continued to latch her lips upon the woman's neck and draw in. When the pulsing slowed and diminished... when it seemed the music was fading away, Astrid pulled herself away and hastily licked the wound and licked her lips clean. The girl faded and slumped her head on the side of the stall in unconsciousness.

A quick touch-up with her lipstick and Astrid was ready to get back onto the club floor to mingle some more. She slipped out of the stall and closed it behind her, leaving her prey to sit there limp on the toilet... dozing... faded and thinned and cold and pale.

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Her chest was filled with a nice satisfying warmth that would last at least a few hours if she didn't exert herself too much. Meandering around the club, running her fingers through her hair, cool as a cucumber on the outside, a nice furnace of sex on the inside, she settled for a corner booth to plant herself-- like a venus fly trap-- looking for the next fly to swallow up and devour. Why settle for only one girl tonight? The night was young that there was nothing too productive going on tonight. Krusen wasn't calling. So far as she knew, she was the only Brujah roaming about. One could sit and be bored or one could basically paint this town red. Astrid chose the latter, of course. Red was a good color. In another life, she might have been a Toreador. She might have loved to take up painting, if Norwegian Death Metal or Synth Pop and Punk hadn't bitten her first.

Her thoughts were washed with sex and music-- as it should be. Krusen and politics could go fuck themselves-- again and again and again and again for all she cared. There was time for work and time for play... and time for peace and time for war. Right now, it was time to indulge all five or six of her senses and cast her cares to the fire. And maybe tomorrow night she can declare war.

Would be nice to get back some dignity and prestige. Would be nice to get some tasty revenge on some of the muckily-mucks that messed with her Halloween Ball fuck-up and such. That was a huge investment of money gone down the drain and she still hadn't fully recovered from that mess.
Astrid scratched her nails into the table top and felt her fangs itching to surface again. She was feeling like a restless, unsettled, and unsatisfied animal right now that needed to kill something.

Indulge... but be cool about it, she tried telling herself. There would be a time... there most certainly would be a time.
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