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| Topic Started: Thursday, 20. January 2011, 23:09 (3,750 Views) | |
| Benji Harris | Thursday, 20. January 2011, 23:09 Post #1 |
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Being a run-down pub that looked as appealing as month-old milk, the Tripper wasn't exactly the kind of place a lot of humans went to. Sure, you got the odd person wandering in off the street for a pint, but never enough to fill the place. If it wasn't for the efforts of the younger Anarchs, the ones who still retained a taste for human pleasures, the rows of bottles behind the bar would spend more time collecting dust than they would being drunk from. In a way, Benji had always found it ironic that only the inexperience of younger Anarchs made the Tripper seem legitimate; it was only their refusal to let their human habits die that let the bar say, "I'm a real bar, honest; there isn't anything that goes bump in the night besides the drunks!" That night wasn't much different from any other. It was only early so there weren't a lot of Kindred around yet, but those that had arrived were slowly creating an air of discontent. The bar was often a place for Anarchs to vent their frustrations and rarely a place that real action stemmed from, which was another thing about the bar that Benji found ironic. Despite the hostile tones that sometimes came from the groups of Kindred, a handful of humans were sat at the bar nursing pint glasses and, from the way some of the them looked, Benji guessed they'd been sat on the same stools for hours on end. They'd soon leave and head to a chip shop for their supper. Despite the fact that Benji recognised a lot of the faces around him, he was more than happy to sit in the corner reading his newspapers. He thought it was better to take in the news than to take in the stories of angry youths and hapless drunks. Still, he always kept one eye on the door, lest something interesting escaped his attention... |
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| Billie-Rae | Friday, 21. January 2011, 20:42 Post #2 |
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Rae pulled up to the curb of the pub and turned off the engine to her Harley. She had been looking for a place to relax in a new town for a while and this seemed like a good one. She was alone for the moment but she heard the other two bikes down the street and knew there was no way they could miss hers. They had been caught by a stoplight so they wouldn't be too far behind. She stepped into the bar and was greeted by a plethora of new sights and smells. She took off the damp helmet and it hung in her left hand while her other shook some of the damp off her long dreads. While she liked London so far, the wet was beginning to get to her. Dreads took ages to dry in any climate but this one wasn't helping. She shook her head to get the rest of the water off before looking around. She noted quite quickly that she had picked the right spot to relax. There were a few vaguely conspicuous types but for the most part the bar seemed legit. She took in the smells of cigarettes and booze and smiled. For the first time since she stepped off that plane, she felt vaguely at home. Sure the place was unfriendly and jsut about everyone had turned to look at her but she was used to it. She walked past everyone making eye contact with those she passed including the guy who seemed to be reading the paper in bar light. She walked up to the bar and to the barman said in an unmistakable Southern Drawl, "Evenin', 3 neat Saz'racs please". The barman turned away to mix the cocktails she turned to continue surveying both the patrons in the bar and to wait for the other two. |
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| Benji Harris | Saturday, 22. January 2011, 17:11 Post #3 |
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Benji's papers were full of news about unemployment, wage cuts and the unrest they were causing. It was nice to see that humans were occasionally capable of being something other than Camarilla puppets, but Benji knew that it would all blow over by the end of the month and that everything would go back to normal. Besides, knowing the Camarilla, the unrest would probably benefit them in some sort of convoluted way. Benji smirked a little at the idea; why did the news always make him so paranoid? His train of thought was only broken by a sound he hadn't heard in a long while, as the roar of a Harley-Davidson pulling up by the bar was unmistakable. Benji was a little surprised, it wasn't exactly something you heard often on the outskirts of London, and his curiosity peaked further when it wasn't a stereotypical biker that followed the sound into the bar. Instead, a dreadlocked woman who seemed more flower-child than grease-monkey stepped through the door, triggering a customary glare from every pair of eyes in the place. The Tripper wasn't exactly well-known for its warm welcome. To be honest, Benji was glad that it was a face he didn't recognise. It might lead to something interesting and, even if it didn't, at least it broke up the monotony of his night. Still, truly interesting details were hard to decipher from appearance alone. For instance, it was hard to tell whether or not she was Kindred just by looking at her, although it seemed unlikely that a lone woman would come into the Tripper if she weren't. "Evenin', 3 neat Saz'racs please," she'd said, causing Benji to raise an eyebrow. She was either really thirsty or she was expecting company. Either way, she was clearly American, not just from the southern accent but from the fact she was ordering cocktails in a pub. The bartender's confused look, followed by his attempts to find the cocktail on a ragged looking list of recipes, was one of the most amusing things Benji had seen all evening. It even brought a wry smile to his face. "It'd be quicker if you told him what one is," Benji quipped in his New York accent, resisting a strong urge to start laughing. He doubted the bar even had the right ingredients... |
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| Billie-Rae | Saturday, 22. January 2011, 22:26 Post #4 |
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Rae surveyed the bar and noticed that the man with the newspapers was looking at her a little funny as she ordered her drinks. She leaned her elbow on the bar and looked back at him as a smile broke over his face. She glanced him up and down with her own small smile. He looked like an interesting character but before she could finish, he spoke. "It'd be quicker if you told him what one is," Benji quipped in his New York accent, resisting a strong urge to start laughing. Rae glanced behind her at the flustered bartender before looking back at the stranger. "I think you migh' be righ',"she said with soft humor before turning around. "Sugar, it a double whiskey, 3 splashes bitters and a cube a sugar with lemon. If you don' have it, jus' give me 2 beers an a glass o wine an open a tab." Once he had a recipe, the bartender knocked together something that looked like one but Rae chalked the taste up to this being not Louisiana and left it there. She took the other two glasses from the top and was about to take a step before she turned again. "Gimme te beers and wine anyway please, thank'e sugar." She took her step away to be filled almost immediately. She looked around at the tables again before noticing the man with the newspapers and deciding why the hell not. She wandered over to his table. "Hi, name's Rae. Mind if I join you for a while? Just waitin for a few people..." |
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| Benji Harris | Sunday, 23. January 2011, 01:52 Post #5 |
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"I think you migh' be righ'," replied the woman, before explaining to the barman what the cocktail was supposed to be made of. She didn't look too impressed with the resulting concoction and the face that she pulled finally forced out the sniggers Benji had been holding in. By the time Benji had stopped sniggering to himself, the woman had gotten another set of drinks and was heading over to his table. "Hi, name's Rae. Mind if I join you for a while? Just waitin' for a few people," she asked, confirming Benji's suspicion that she wasn't planning on being alone for long. Still, even with more people coming to join her, Benji didn't see any harm in letting her sit down for a while. As far as he was concerned, meeting a few new people was never a bad thing. Besides, the fact that she was from the States had piqued his interest too much for him to turn down the chance for a chat; if it turned out that she'd just arrived in London, then he'd surely like to know how things were going back home. "Go ahead," he replied, before swinging his feet off the table so that the woman had room to put her drinks down. The whole thing reminded him that his own drink was perched dangerously close to the edge of the table, so he moved it into a safer position. It was the first time he'd touched it for at least an hour and, as he did, he noticed that the liquid had long ago stopped fizzing. He didn't have much of a taste for beer even when it wasn't flat, so there was no chance of him drinking it now. "My name's Benji, nice to meet you," he continued, having taken the time to rearrange the table, "I take it you're new to this part of London..?" |
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| Helgrid_Jansen | Saturday, 29. January 2011, 13:58 Post #6 |
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Jansen entered the bar, his black leather coat damp, driving an his old time american muscle bike on the wet streets of this damp isle almost set his teeth on edge. He walked into the bar, and saw Rae, sitting with another gentleman, chatting quite happily. He shook himself down and walked towards the barman, and said, "Double bourbon on the rocks please", he then sat himself next to Rae, saying, "Sorry I am late, I encountered a few troubles on my way here. I am also still trying to work my way around this city. I hit a stop light and then got a bit confused. A well I am here now, so what's new? And whom might you be sir? my name is Jansen, nice to meet you" in a very thick southern accent, indicating to most Americans a twang of almost forced politeness. He sipped his Bourbon, and listened intently, occasionally tapping his right foot in time with the background noise. Edited by Helgrid_Jansen, Saturday, 29. January 2011, 14:53.
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| Amelia Davids | Saturday, 29. January 2011, 15:29 Post #7 |
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Amelia as she was caught by the stoplight swore loudly into her helmet, her mood not helped by the fact that as soon as they lost sight of Billie, they had no idea where they were going. She and Jansen drove around for another couple of minutes before she declared loudly that they would never find Billie just as Jansen spotted the unmistakable Red Harley outside a bar called The Night Tripper. Lia sighed with relief as they stopped and she looked up at the sign. She liked the name and smiled at it for a moment as she and Jansen parked on either side of the Big Red. Jansen went inside as Lia kicked the stand out for her bike and flatly ignored those she considered to be looking at her. She wandered inside, her red coat dripping from the rain that pattered against it through the drive. Billie was adamant that they had to find a new night spot and this seemed to be on the list of those to try. She walked inside and took off her helmet as she let her long black hair down. She once again ignored the stares and scanned the crowd. It took less than a breath to spot Billie and Lia made a beeline for her. Billie and Jansen were sitting at a table talking to a man Lia had never seen before. Jansen had barely finished his sentence when Lia slid her arm around Billie’s shoulders, momentarily revealing her pointer ear to the side opposite the bar. “There you are! I thought we would be searching for hours...” she said as she fell into a seat on Billie’s other side. “Don’t leave again like that.” It was at this point that she became aware of everyone else, including the new guy. “Hi, sorry. I’m Amelia,” she said holding out her hand. Edited by Amelia Davids, Saturday, 29. January 2011, 15:30.
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| Benji Harris | Saturday, 29. January 2011, 21:06 Post #8 |
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As Benji asked his question, he heard a pair of bikes drifting up to the Tripper, which he took to mean that the rest of the woman's group had arrived. He was kind of hoping he'd be able to get a read on the first biker before her friends arrived, but that clearly wasn't going to be the case; keeping up with three sets of introductions wasn't going to be easy. At least the first of the new bikers to come in looked much more like a "sterotypical biker" than the dreadlocked woman did, being a muscular, short-haired man sporting a leather jacket. He'd headed to the bar and grabbed a drink, seemingly not realising that his friend had already bought him one, before coming over and introducing himself. "My name is Jansen, nice to meet you", he'd said, after first explaining to his friend what had held him up. By the time he'd finished speaking, and before Benji could get a word in edgeways, a rather slender looking female had entered the bar and excitedly made her way towards the group. She gave the dreadlocked woman an enthusiastic greeting before introducing herself to Benji. "Hi, sorry. I'm Amelia," she stated, holding her hand out to Benji as she did. It wasn't a custom that Benji tended to approve of, but he obliged her with a hand shake nonetheless. His rough, cold skin and long, cracked fingernails were in direct contrast with the woman's smooth, warm palms; she clearly wasn't a kindred with warmth like that pumping through her veins. Given that she was the only one at the table currently breathing, Benji had to assume she knew about the other two, but he'd be careful not to blow their cover should that not be the case. "My name's Benji," he said as he shook the woman's hand, an action that was as strong as it was mechanical after years of practice. "I was just asking your friend if she was new to London, but I guess you just answered that," he continued, facing the large male as he did, "But don't worry, you'll get used to riding on the left-side of the road eventually." |
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| Billie-Rae | Tuesday, 15. February 2011, 12:47 Post #9 |
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Rae was about to answer the question when she heard Pup and Lia pull up outside. She wasn't really worried about them, not yet anyway, but felt a little relief when pup wandered inside. He wandered over to the bar and Rae glanced over her shoulder and her eyes followed him as he sat down. In his rather characteristic way, Jansen greeted the owner of the table they just commandeered and said everything that was on his mind in that particular moment in what would have been one breath. Rae was just about to explain his behaviour when she was greeted by a pounce-hug from Lia who also proceeded to say too much in too short a space of time. Lia was a little rude to begin with but after an over outpouring, she saw the member of the group she did not recognise and introduced herself. Benji obliged her with an answer before continuing. "I was just asking your friend if she was new to London, but I guess you just answered that," he continued, facing the large male as he did, "But don't worry, you'll get used to riding on the left-side of the road eventually." Rae didn't know where this conversation was going but she wanted to make sure it stayed in neutral territory. They were really new to town and chatting to a vampire of unknown clan and affiliation in a bar of unknown domain. Neutral was not Jansen's strong point so Rae decided to take control of the conversation again with a warning glance to Pup not to retaliate. "You could say we're new t'town Benji. We's only been here fir a couple days and were hoping to take a look 'round and introduce ourselves to the night life of London," she said in a slow voice. "Me person'ly, I love a good pardy. You know anyone who’s hostin' that we should meet?" she asked, hoping he would get the hint. In almost one movement, Rae took a sip from her drink as she adjusted her position so that Lia, who had taken up residence on her right knee, could be a little more comfortable while looking at Benji. She patted Jansen on the knee to reassure him and then looked at Benji. Putting her glass down again she said, "So how did you get to London Mr Benji?" |
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| Benji Harris | Sunday, 20. February 2011, 00:26 Post #10 |
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"You could say we're new t'town Benji. We's only been here fir a couple days and were hoping to take a look 'round and introduce ourselves to the night life of London. Me person'ly, I love a good pardy. You know anyone who's hostin' that we should meet?" Rae had asked. Since they were new to town, they'd probably wanna know where it was safe for them to go, but Benji didn't yet know with whom they associated themselves. Although their bikes and their dress did seem to suggest they were Anarchs like him, dress sense wasn't the best marker in a city like London. For all he knew they could be Sabbat, even if tagging around with a human didn't seem like something they would do... "Parties aren't really my thing, but you'll probably wanna avoid the east-end of the city if you're gonna go looking for one. You don't wanna go crashing parties on that side of town," replied Benji, trailing off a little before continuing his answer, "And if you're into the whole formal introduction thing, you can probably find his royal highness in one of London's many ivory towers. Just don't ask me which one." There was a slight hint of sarcasm in Benji's voice as he finished his answer off, he really couldn't care less about the Camarilla and its customs. "So how did you get to London Mr Benji?" the dreadlocked kindred had also asked. "As for how I got to London, that's a bit of a long story. The short version is that I got here on a boat," was Benji's tentative answer. He didn't much feel like telling that kind of story so soon after meeting someone. |
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| Alvin Benedict Blake | Sunday, 20. February 2011, 04:39 Post #11 |
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As Alvin turned the corner of The Night Tripper on his beloved Impala, the roar of the engine started to calm down a bit after being roaming across Camarilla territory at fast speeds; Al chuckled remembering his most recent 'work of art' he spray-painted over the haven of a drool-paintings Toreador, as always, he took the precaution of leaving the engine running and kept his face covered by a hockey mask -I've musta' look like that bloody Jason from the movies with that mask and my nice machete-Thought feeling the acceleration on his body or kind of since his heart hasn't beat for quite some time now. Al sheathed back his machete on his back holster as he parked near the entrance of the pub, this place was always a good one for a drink and be left alone; no other kindred bothering you with their chit-chats or whatever they like to do. At least that's how it was back in 2008 when he left the country. It had been three years but he still remembered his only friend, David, teaching him about almost everything his Sire didn't; Charles had been absent for so much time that Benedict started to wonder if the bastard had met his Final Death. Walking at a fast pace, as always, towards the pub; Al took a look around the place and saw a few bikes, one of them made him stop his stride as it was really gorgeous though seemed to need some maintenance. The rain could care him less, his knee length leather coat protected his 'toys' and the cold... well, it wasn't that bothering at all since he had fed quite recently. He opened the door of the pub in a quick swing but controlling his strength, obviously did not want to have a masquerade breach now, and as he scanned the place populated with few humans; he spotted a tad curious group on the corner of the locale -Great, just what I needed!-Thought with a low growl at the pit of his throat. He wasn't going to even get close to them, he had only come to one of the safe points in all London to get a drink but Al couldn't avoid to glance at the two women seated together as if partners or something else related them. The one with dreads seemed a kindred though the one sitting on the lap of the other was human and seemed really comfy -Ghoul or blood doll?-thought Ben puzzled-. Alvin walked in a straight line towards the bar and as he seated on a wooden stool, he knocked the bar table with his right hand knuckles and almost grunted: "Whiskey, no ice and you can leave the bottle here"-Said Alvin with strong English accent to the bar keeper. The barman looked at his blinding blue spiky hair and then his eyes with fear as he poured whiskey on a glass and left the bottle next to it. Al took a sip and glance once more towards the table of kindred, being cautious as always he discreetly tugged one of his hands inside his coat and took the safe off of his 9mm guns; any funny business and the place would become their grave. Edited by Alvin Benedict Blake, Sunday, 20. February 2011, 09:19.
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| Helgrid_Jansen | Tuesday, 22. February 2011, 12:49 Post #12 |
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Helgrid winced as he saw Amelia launch herself at Rae, a bit apprehensive of everything, Helgrid sat down but did not relax, his eyes roaming the room, he was always careful about his surroundings, for the sake of his Sire, and Amelia, he decided to remain as alert as possible. London being a new area, a place full of strange people and very easy prey, he knew that it was also a very dangerous place, for people like themselves. "As for how I got to London, that's a bit of a long story. The short version is that I got here on a boat," He heard the stranger respond, as Helgrid thought about a response he figured it was probably best to just keep quiet. As he did so, he noticed a shifty looking character walking into the bar, realising that he may or may not be looking for trouble, he gently tapped Rae on the shoulder, and nodded towards the man who had just walked in wearing a leather jacket, as he looked closely, he looked as if he was hiding something underneath his jacket, not wanting to bring any extra attention to himself, or to Rae and Amelia, he looked around, and maintained his vigil, quietly sipping away and waiting for this stranger to leave. He watched this person walk to the bar, get himself a drink, then reach for something in his jacket. He had hoped that nothing bad would happen, at least he knew that if something did happen, he could still protect his sire, and Amelia. |
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| Alvin Benedict Blake | Wednesday, 23. February 2011, 10:52 Post #13 |
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The whiskey on The Night Tripper was as he remembered, crappy. He anyways kept drinking from the glass until he saw the bottom of it, grasping the bottle of booze quickly; he poured more on the glass as he glanced once more to that colorful group of kindred and one only human. Alvin checked the other male kindred and the big bulk guy that sat next to the woman in dreads. Benedict knew this kindred was in state of alert, seemed someone quite like him but wondered how he would react; Alvin knew who he would react but thought it would be more cautious to wait and see what happened at that meeting. Perhaps, he could get more info on the group and see where their loyalties lie and what they where doing on this place. Inside Alvin's noggin his impulsive personality told him to act now, to speak to the group, attack them, anything but just move! Ben mentally counted up to ten, as he did always, to calm himself down. Years of experience had taught him to learn what are you getting into before you actually get into it and see where this possible threat came from. Al poured another glass and within him regretted that afterwards, and soon, he would have to vomit all of the booze. His vampiric system would not take in anything but the precious vitae. |
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| Billie-Rae | Wednesday, 23. February 2011, 22:11 Post #14 |
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Rae listened carefully and kind of hoped that what she was hearing was what was intended. Tanya had always cautioned her to be careful but being too careful meant you were alone most of the time. "Parties aren't really my thing, but you'll probably wanna avoid the east-end of the city if you're gonna go looking for one. You don't wanna go crashing parties on that side of town," replied Benji, trailing off a little before continuing his answer, "I see, rough and tumble side of town really ain't my thing," she interjected as she took another sip of her glass that was emptying quickly. "And if you're into the whole formal introduction thing, you can probably find his royal highness in one of London's many ivory towers. Just don't ask me which one." A vague look of distaste crossed Rae's features at the mention of formality and ivory towers. "With my hair and bike, they ain't lettin' me in anywhere formal sugar. 'sides while l like a li'le civilisation I like it t'be on my terms. I don' like my dress code dictated for me..." She noted the evasive answer and decided not to press. People told their stories as the felt they needed to. It was at this point that Helgrid tried to get her attention. "...he gently tapped Rae on the shoulder, and nodded towards the man who had just walked in wearing a leather jacket..." Rae raised an eyebrow at Jansen and glanced behind her. She was met by a figure that was hard to miss, leather jacket and blue hair besides. She smiled a little with a genuine look of approval at a hair style she had rarely seen done right in 20 years and then turned back to the conversation. This was apparently a good moment as Lia, on a whim, too this moment to dive off her lap and stride towards the bar. Rae managed to recover without spilling the last of her drink only look incredulously at where Lia just was and then to Jansen. "I swear that girl..." she said with a shake of her head and a smile before downing the last of her drink and looking to where Lia had just gone. |
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| Amelia Davids | Wednesday, 23. February 2011, 22:30 Post #15 |
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Lia had been watching the man in front of her intently for the last few minutes. She was really glad they hadn't lost Rae but her joy was quickly being overshadowed by her intrigue. He seemed really interesting but she really didn't know what to make of him. She didn't know what he was thinking and she always knew what people were thinking. At least she thought she did. She was slowly sipping the glass of wine that Rae had bought her and while she didn't actually like the particular vintage, it wasn't likely she was going to find another one here. Sitting up and glancing around with a sigh as Rae continued chatting in a steady voice, Lia really hoped that Rae didn't pick this place to hang out in. It really was uncool and she was sure the south side of legit but if it made Rae happy then she supposed it would be alright. She did upset Rae's entire life by moving her here just to take care of herself while Lia played for the orchestras. She knew it was fantastic money but she also knew that Rae would live wherever she wanted, whether it contained sheets or not. Lia had completely zoned out of the conversation and was staring off into space for a bit when something caught her eye. It was a tray with glasses of what seemed to be completely black beer from her vantage point. She immediately turned and watched as the people walked by with their glasses, sat down and began to drink. Without any warning, she decided that she wanted one, right now. She immediately stood up and strode towards the bar, not noticing that her momentum had thrown Rae a little. Her eyes were completely fixed on the barman as she pointed and said, "I want one of those" in a matter-of-fact tone, raising a lithe arm and pointing to the table of people with black beers. The Barman gave her a very odd look but began the process of pouring one. This taking more time than Lia had attention span, she caught a hint of blue out of the corner of her eye. Sitting a stool away was a man with a leather jacket and electric blue spiked hair. Lia was not in one of her full getups tonight but she wasn't bad. She approved of the look but she had seen more impressive hairdos . She stared at him for a moment before her glass arrived and she paid before walking back with the glass reverentially and taking her seat on Rae's lap back. "Look what I got..." she pronounced with a little intrigued wonder. Before Rae or anyone could stop her, she took a sip and almost instantly winced at the taste. She began to cough and put the glass down before running to the bathroom, coughing as she went. OOC: Apologies, she is not supposed to be posted with until she comes off hold but I posted and was replied to before I realised. I needed some way to legitimately get her out of the story for a bit. Amelia will now remain in the bathroom as long as is needed... |
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| Benji Harris | Thursday, 24. February 2011, 00:04 Post #16 |
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"With my hair and bike, they ain't lettin' me in anywhere formal sugar. 'sides while l like a li'le civilisation I like it t'be on my terms. I don' like my dress code dictated for me," Rae had replied, leaving Benji to assume she wasn't a puppet of the Camarilla. He was glad, since the only good thing he had to say about Cammies was that they at least didn't go around pulling heads of humans as if they were dandelions. "You'd be surprised what passes for civilised in this town," Benji began but, as he spoke, he noticed Helgrid trying to get Rae's attention. Benji took a cautionary glance at where Helgrid had wanted Rae to look and noticed that, whilst they'd been talking, a man with a peculiar attitude and a more peculiar hairstyle had walked into the bar. What made him stand out where his mannerisms, namely the way he shifted his eyes around the bar as if he was expecting someone to jump at him. Then again, the way he kept his hand inside his clothes was equally strange. He'd given the group of kindred (plus token human) a couple of glances since coming into the bar, but Benji wasn't particularly interested in him beyond his quirkiness; three new people was more than enough to deal with. Funnily enough, it was at that moment that the "token human" decided to try a new drink, and Benji was surprised when her movement didn't bring a direct reaction out of the blue-haired man at the bar. When Amelia eventually came back to the table, it was with what looked like a dark-coloured stout, a drink that wouldn't have been Benji's choice. Although it was true that Benji hadn't had a taste for such things for longer than he could remember, a fact that the still untouched pint sat near him testified to, he knew that he'd dislike stouts even if he were still human. He wasn't slightly surprised when Amelia ran to the bathroom, although it still brought a short burst of quiet laughter from him. "And then there were three," Benji muttered after he'd finished laughing, at a volume that likely inaudible to the two kindred sat with him, before piping up and saying, "I wouldn't worry about him at the bar, Helgrid, he looks like he's scared of his own shadow. If no one bothers him, I doubt he'll bother them." The way he spoke seemed authoritative, but that was only because he'd seen the exact same kind of person come into the Tripper thousands of times before. So many kindred - although he didn't yet know if the blue-haired man was a kindred - were so paranoid that you couldn't get within ten-feet of them without them wanting to know what it was you were doing. This guy just seemed like another on a long list. Then again, the fact that Helgrid had even pointed him out to Rae could yet be enough to trigger his paranoia and lead to something happening... |
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| Alvin Benedict Blake | Thursday, 24. February 2011, 18:00 Post #17 |
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Alvin could not believe the boldness of the human woman to come near him and ask for a pint of Stout beer; moreover, she stared at him. His hands resting on the table near the bottle of whiskey and the glass became fists and begun to shake but the kindred knew he should not loose control like this, whether him and his clan liked to admit it or not; they had 'bit' of a problem to control their temper. Benedict started to breathe deep and slow while he looked the woman going back to the table with her pint of beer and show it to the woman with dreads; the funny thing was that the human took a sip of the beer and immediately ran towards the restrooms. Before this, Alvin had heard bits of what the woman said about going to formal meetings and her looks -Anarch? Most likely; Sabbat, possible but I doubt it by her attitude-Thought Alan intrigued-. The guy sitting at the far back of the group seemed to scan him while Ben had another drink, Al could not avoid to smirk; he knew what that guy would think of him... The usual paranoid punk bloke, giving his constant alert attitude but as the Brujah kept thinking about this he felt a bit more secure; though would have to keep his 'toys' ready for anything. -"Thanks for the drinks"-Said Alvin to the astounded bar keeper as he stood up, gave a glance to the bathroom and then started walking slowly towards the group; his hands out of his pockets and at plain sight. When he was at three feet away from the group, Alvin flashed his two 9mm guns aiming at the bulky guy and the woman in dreads; Ben concentrated his gaze and his body and felt the powers of the blood running through his being as he grunted at the few humans in the bar: "All of you, get out of this place now!"(OOC: Presence level two) From a general point of view, it was funny to see the bar keeper running away from the place crouching as much as possible and his hands up. Now that they were all alone, the Brujah spoke to the group and specially at those he was aiming his guns with: "Now, shall all of us have a civilized conversation? I want to hear Names and Allegiances!!"-He started to say calmly to finally yell at the group-. "And, please, don't make me shoot you... trust me, it will hurt with the special rounds this guns have"-Said as a warning. "Shall I start?"-Said Alvin throwing away discretion and caution through the front door, finally his impulsiveness had won-"My name is Alvin Benedict Blake and I've swore allegiance to the Anarchs"-Said with a serious mug as he fixed his gaze on the group and specially the kindred with dreads and the bulky guy. |
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| Benji Harris | Saturday, 26. February 2011, 23:52 Post #18 |
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Out of the corner of his eye, Benji noticed that the blue-haired kindred had started to shake quite a bit. It passed after a few seconds, but Benji didn't like the way it had come on so suddenly. He'd been hoping that the kindred was going to sit still and stew in his paranoia all night, but it seemed that the combination of Amelia going near him and Helgrid pointing him out was enough to make him either angry, nervous or both. "All of you, get out of this place now!" the blue-haired kindred suddenly shouted, causing the few humans remaining in the Tripper to leave. It was obvious that they weren't leaving of their own volition and that the kindred had applied something more than a loud voice in order to clear out the bar so quickly. It wasn't something Benji approved of, not that he approved of most aggressive actions directed at innocent humans. By the time the bar had cleared out, the blue-haired kindred had made his way over to Benji's table, flashing a couple of guns at the group as he did. "Now, shall all of us have a civilised conversation? I want to hear Names and Allegiances! And, please, don't make me shoot you. Trust me, it will hurt with the special rounds this guns have," the kindred said, retaining a menacing tone to his voice, before going on to explain that he was a Brujah who'd 'sworn allegiance' to the Anarchs. If this was the Brujah's idea of a 'civilised' conversation then Benji was weary of seeing an uncivilised one, mostly because he didn't want to wreck the Tripper. He liked the place too much for that. Benji sighed a little. There didn't seem to be much point in arguing since there wasn't much to lose in having someone know your name, but Benji didn't appreciate the methods nor the tone. "I'm not sure why you needed to scare everyone away. It's nice that you have a command over your disciplines, but wouldn't it have been easier to just come and sit down with us? Displays like that are the reason most Anarchs don't survive to the grand, old ages some Cammies do," Benji said in a relatively calm tone, "That being said, I can't be bothered arguing with you. I'm Benji and I guess you could say I'm an Anarch, although I'm not sure how you swear allegiance to a group without any clear leaders or structure..." |
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| Billie-Rae | Wednesday, 2. March 2011, 08:59 Post #19 |
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Rae put her glass down and turned around at what could have possibly been the worst moment ever. She heard the bathroom door close and that was when the man with blue hair made a move she could not understand. He left the bar and walked towards them quite normally but: When he was ... get out of this place now!" Rae turned as the voice washed over her to see a pair of 9mm aimed at her nose but more importantly, at her Pup. She stared up the barrels at the man with blue hair and waited for what happened next. There was little else she could do at the moment. "Now, shall all of us ... this guns have" Rae raised an eyebrow at him and turned to face him better slowly in her chair, unconsciously placing herself between the guns and her Pup. Both of her hands were visible so she raised them slightly, palm up. She just really hoped that Amelia would stay in the bathroom until this astonishing situation could be defused. "Shall I start?"-...-"My name is Alvin Benedict Blake and I've swore allegiance to the Anarchs"- Rae for a moment had no idea what to say to that. His name was Alvin and he was an Anarch. That still didn’t explain the guns. She pondered what to say to the statement when Benji spoke first, giving her a queue. "I'm not sure why... leaders or structure..." Rae turned and looked him over again. “I kinda agree. You can put those down Mr Blake, we ain’t armed,” she said nodding to Pup behind her, her hands now next to her head. “But seein’ as how the cat is now thoroughly out the bag, my name is Billie-Rae Marquis-Fortier and I’m also Anarch I guess. I ain’t any of the others ‘cause Sabbat run round like dogs in heat and Cammies don’t let me and my fur into their fancy parties.” She looked Alvin dead in the eye before continuing, “I don’t swear allegiance to no one but members of my clan cause Gangrel godda stick together.” As she spoke, she slid her thumbs in next to her head and revealed pointed ears tipped with fur that ran down both sides of her neck. She shifted again, just to make firmly sure she was between the guns and her Pup before continuing. “The man behind me her is my pup Jansen and the girl in the bathroom is my Ghoul Lia.” She hoped that would satisfy him cause if this were America, the cops would begin thinking about caring right about now. However, this guy seemed really interesting, if a little jumpy and she decided better talking than shooting. “So what about you Mr. Alvin? What be your clan?” |
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| Alvin Benedict Blake | Thursday, 3. March 2011, 10:57 Post #20 |
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To begin with, Alvin felt a bit stupid now that the kindred before him spoke and told what he wanted to hear; he felt like a 5 year old kid who was being demanding something to an adult. He thanked God that to blush he had to will his blood, if he had been a human he would have immediately done so; He stared at the group for a couple more of seconds before he holstered back his guns, though without safe on yet and started to ponder for a few seconds more on the words of the other vampires as the kindred with dreads showed him her palms as a sign of "peace, bro". He looked down at the floor for an instant more and then looked up. "We may not have a 'structure' nor a 'Leader' but as long as a single Anarch is here to fight... I think that the movement can exist"-Said Alvin solemnly towards the male kindred at the back of the table. Then he glanced and fixed his gaze upon the woman who introduced herself as Billie-Rae. "And I understand what you mean, Rae; if I may call you that way, of course. In answer to your question, though to this point I thought it would be obvious, I'm from the Brujah clan" Then Benedict grabbed one of the wooden chairs nearby and placed it near the bulky kindred who Rae said was called Hansen and her 'pup' which meant it was her childe; Alvin hoped the guy didn't mind. Now, what to do? apologize for being hyper or paranoid? Ben couldn't quite decide. He flashed a grin towards the group showing some missing teeth as he scratched his scar, from the fight with that Gangrel long ago, and started by what he supposed was the best thing. "My apologies for the mess but I've been around for some time now"-He glanced at the male kindred on the back of the table-"And have had hairy experiences, but, having a talk with fellow Anarchs seems about right. I've noticed that you folks are not from here, right? Your accent sounds quite American, If I may add"-Said Alvin in a thick English accent-. |
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