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THE MONSTER OF EALING
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.

HOROSCOPE
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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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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West London
South London
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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

Baronets
Enfield: Leslie
Haringey & Barnet: Clarice Harris
Harrow: Jelena Korolenko

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A dangerous job (Open)
Topic Started: Monday, 23. May 2011, 10:28 (1,112 Views)
George Henry Harris
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George gave the other man a suspicious look, a hand drifting to his belt where his combat knife was.

"And who may you be, sneaking around and listen to others' conversations ? A spy or just a person, interested in things which are not his business ?"

As the other talked about respect for putting up with the politicians, George just snorted and gave him a look, that could kill.

"You don't have to admire me for doing my job. May the structure and the politics be as they will, I, as a soldier, just do my job night after night. has nothing to do with patience... And regarding the dark ages power structure... why don't you discuss that with someone who is able to change that... an Elder, perhaps and see,if you survive that discussion with sound mind and body, which I doubt. The big problem with the structure is, that those in charge can easily kill you off... or worse."
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Sullivan chuckled, this man providing interesting enough conversation that he opted to look past the threats. After all, civil conversation with a cammy? A hot-tempered one at that? Not likely. So far, they were doing well. "At least ye acknowledge it's a problem." He quipped, a solitary fang poking out of his mouth as one side of it coiled upward into a grin.

He didn't offer a hand to shake - this man seemed far too preoccupied keeping his weapons close to hand, it seemed - and instead placed them comfortably in his coat pockets, "Name's Sullivan. And no - not a spy. Not enough caution in my temperament to pull that one, I think." He was silent for a little bit, paying close attention to their surroundings with a wandering, lazy gaze.

What did you say? This guy had the beginnings of an anarch, what with all the anti-elder sentiment. But he was a soldier. He wanted - needed, though he'd likely never admit it - a superior, and the Baron was gone. Absently, he put in another few words, stirring the contents of the verbal pot a bit, "As for eaves-droppin'... I suppose I was, though I hadn't set out to spend my night as such. Just lookin' out for my neighbourhood - Sabbat ain't as far away as I'd like 'em. Politicians can be reasoned with - that's a fight that ain't worth havin'. The Sabbat kinda don't do the whole talkin' thing... But I'd hazard a gues ye've found that out already."
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George Henry Harris
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George gave him a cross look.

What does he want ? An anarch on recruitment ? Anyway, he is not the enemy. At least not now...

"Of course I acknowledge it. It is a problem and we both know that. Looking out is a good thing, Mr. Sullivan. Always keep an eye out for your enemies.

He moved his hand away from the knife.

"Well then, Mr. Sullivan. My name is Harris and I think it is not unpleasant to meet you. But I think, we should continue our talk in a more comfortable environment. Do you have a place in mind, which would qualify ?"
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Sullivan grinned, and nodded his head curtly - this man had put aside what should've his standard response due to good-ish manners on his own accord. Sullivan could respect a man who listened to orders until they stopped making sense - that made him obviously in command of his own judgement still. Rare among the Prince's sycophants - and justifiably dangerous, when talked to by the right kindred.

"Well, the tripper does a decent pint - both of the usual brews and that special brand we all know and fall slave to. Or, there's the dream - but there'll be folks there who ain't of our kind, an' I don't know about you but I'd hazard a guess they won't want to hear what either of us has to say."

Drawing one hand out of his pockets, Sullivan did the courtesy of not obfuscating his way there, "Come - I owe ya a pint fer puttin' up with my God-awful pronunciation."
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"Allright, then. The tripper it is... for a few pints and a talk. Lead the way, if you please, Mr. Sullivan. And your pronunciation doesn't bother me much, your dialect is more bothering... But that is not a theme for the road..."

If you haven't set up a trap on the way to either of those bars, Irishman... I'd be surprised, if you hadn't...
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