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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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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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The New Guy in Town; Open
Topic Started: Thursday, 27. September 2012, 02:41 (1,068 Views)
Nora Penvellyn
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The look he'd given her with her sudden mood swings bordered the lines between amused and concerned, and she couldn't help but smile. Nora was nothing if not a wild card, and having that element of surprise on her side was sometimes her only saving grace. She wanted to really taste him; feel his blood scald her throat like ridiculously strong, over-steeped tea spiked with something even stronger. He spoke of the substance she smelled like it was polluting him, "You don't like it? Blow's always been my poison, but I do love a good speedball..." She paused, reminiscing on the man she'd ripped wide open and drained to get her fill, sucking the very last drop from his still-beating heart. She let her Beast take the credit for that stunt, but good fucking God was the high amazing! She hadn't been that far gone since she was still living and breathing. Not that she felt like she could do either of the two at the time. Pity I didn't just end this fucking nightmare then, before it even had a chance to start..

Nora was yanked out of her reverie as Damon lifted her and began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She giggled as he did so, ringing like a silver bell against the backdrop of music blaring out in the bar. He was getting closer and closer to that sweet spot between her throat and her collar bone, sending what felt like jolts of electricity through her, waiting and wishing for the moment his teeth finally broke skin as he whispered. He shifted her beneath him, asserting some dominance she wasn't quite expecting. She pondered fighting it for a split second, but all this bumping and grinding felt way too good. An audible moan escaped her, anticipation mixing with raw desire. He kissed her again, one hand warring with the button and fly of her jeans, the other pinning one of her hands down. She licked her lips, tasting her own blood, and felt the Beast stir inside of her, "I don't think I could even if I wanted to," She spit out between breathy sighs and moans. She looked up to him only for them to get caught in another deep staring contest. She smiled softly to him after a few moments, and lifted herself up as much as he'd allow to press a short, sweet kiss against his lips. She settled beneath him again, studying the look in his eyes and his expression. She hadn't submitted this willingly to anyone in what felt like a long fucking time...

He seemed to be lost in thoughts that didn't pertain to her, or this, or even this room. His eyes wandered to the door, and hers followed. For whatever reason this sparked the notion that for all the talking she'd done up until now, he really hadn't given her much of chance to ask him what the fuck he was really doing here. Damon Church didn't exactly strike her as the soul searching in Paris type... he was there for a reason, and now he was here, and all these strange emotions fucking with her heart and her head came with him. His sudden cursing made her jump like a skittish animal, her eyes snapping up to his face in bewildered confusion. What in the hell was his problem? He'd been acting fucking weird since he'd gotten here, and he wanted to make sure she didn't leave him hanging? Oh, she was making him crazy... she couldn't help but ponder what it was that always made people around her crazy. It was like her mere presence sent anyone on the edge off the deep end. No wonder just about every dead person she encountered thought she was Malkavian. Jesus fucking Christ, when was she gonna get a break?

The feel of his hand sliding up from her thigh to her torso was sobering. He asked if they could leave, and a 'sweet plan' that ended with the possibility of picking up where they just left off. She looked up to him blankly for a few moments, part of her wanting to be fucking pissed for cutting this so short, but the rest of her almost morbidly curious what kind of plans he had in mind that he wanted her to tag along for. She finally sat up, "Yeah, sure, whatever. As long as I find a tweaker between here and there. I'm hungry." She sounded mildly irritated, but in all reality, it was the hunger, and her short patience, talking. Getting off the couch, she pulled her jeans back up over her hips and buttoned them, faced away from him. She crossed the room to the desk and started looking through the drawers. She pulled out a black t-shirt that once belonged to Sullivan, though she wasn't sure if it still belonged to him or not, and tossed it to Damon. She'd made it a point to keep some things stashed in all their hang-out spots, just in case shit got heavy.

"Put it on. Or don't." She said shortly as she continued rummaging. It had to be here, she could have sworn she left it here, but the further she dug, the more silently agitated and disappointed she was becoming. The hunger was fraying her nerves, feeling the itch needing to be scratched suddenly slapping her in the face. She finally gave up looking, and walked towards the door. "Let's go before I gut someone." She unlocked the door and threw it open, being greeted with a plume of smoke and loud music. She waded through the crowded tables and sauntered past the bar, grabbing her jacket as she passed. She stepped outside, lighting a cigarette and waiting not so patiently for Damon to get this show on the road.
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Putting the 'fun' in 'dysfunctional'
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As I strip off lucky blue, the stiffness of her tone lets me know what’s going on behind her suddenly vacant stare. Sure, maybe I’m being a tease, but I’ve got good intentions at heart, by which I of course mean good intentions for me. The fact remains I don’t have much to my name par a beat up Landrover with industrial wrap in the boot that I spent a night sleeping in. Not much capital to speak of. Nor a place to call my own. But think about it, would I really have left everything in my digs at the Empire? The communal haven? A hundred and one of those god damn assholes buzzing about, I bet the room was trashed long before a bomb hit the place. No, no, all the treats were hidden away in the stash. Not to mention money; I know a few places that will let me rent an apartment on the spot. I don’t need anything fancy, just a bed.

My train of thought is cut short by her threat of the grim consequences that await us should lingering longer. Then I understand, something dark inside me recognises a primal kinship and growls its approval. A fresh meal was most appealing, and if they indeed found the stash, I will undoubtedly feel inclined to add a little chemical spicing. A-hunting we will go Something chirps happily, and I feel the same, even if she doesn’t. I pull the t-shirt on quickly, along with pulling the remnants of the shirt over it and remember to retrieve my jacket. She’s already gone, and I stroll through the bar with uncertainty of who is watching me, but thankful that no one is missing any organs. My skin is bombarded with the icy cold air of the night, but as dark as it is, it’s still plenty early. Gotta love British weather.

I stand before her, reaching a hand out to rest on the back of her neck, to ensure her focus. “Calm. The fuck. Down” I whisper, kissing her sweetly when she’s not breathing in death gas. “Just relax, and if you get a bit peckish, I guess I’m in trouble...” I shrug, motioning across the road, to the dark red car of mine. “C’mon.” I’m feeling pretty smug as cross over to my car. I settle behind the wheel, with having already received a small taste of what’s to come, as well as successfully having her come with me, things are going as smooth as they could. This would not have been a feat in itself, but her sudden inclination to shed blood surely made such a move trickier and potentially deadlier. In truth, we know each other a very little amount, and I’m just working off gut instinct and instant chemistry we had. Her mood should have me worried, but the prospect of a harder and rougher romp it only gets me more excited. I fire up the engine, shooting a glance at the rear view mirror to make sure the shovel is still resting in the back. But maybe I should set her mind at ease so she doesn’t tear my throat out while I’m driving.

“This won’t take long, but before I left I figured I’d better ‘secure my assets.’ And while buying a storage box in a safe is a good idea in hindsight, I was brought up to think a little differently. So I buried what I had in a grave, lil place called Lavender Hill.” In delay of the car sputtering to life, the CD player blasts whatever tune that hypnotised me here in the first place. Probably Dead Kennedys, their music always has a way of leading me to trouble. I finger the volume down before carrying on. “But it’s cool, it was my grave. Well...another one. Is grave robbing as serious as it used to be?” I smile at her, as if oblivious to her inner struggles. I’m not trying to be insensitive, simply cheery and pleasant, which is probably the opposite of what she wants right now. It is absolutely a dick move on my part to poke her with a stick, but a) it’s funny b) I’m an asshole and c) If our reaction to seeing each other is to instantly fuck, winding her up might be good for us. Or make things much worse. Which in turn means better, right? Fuck this heroin man, my head feels swollen with sewage. Thinking is tricky without such extenuating circumstances. “And it’s full of medical quality substances. Better than the shit stinking up the east...uh...” My hands rub my forehead, clearing away the cobwebs before I flick on the headlights. “In fact if that crates still there It’ll be tweakers galore for you darling. Then I wanna check up on Macey, she’s a doll who lives near there. Ain’t seen her in a while, wanna make sure everything’s aright. You’ll like her. Hell she’ll probably even offer to be your fix. Who knows, you may really like her and we’ll have another smut scene on our hands.” I shrug and smile again. I’d like that. My eyes linger on her a little longer than they should, but something tells me that this could be the beginning of something great. Something that I haven’t had in a long time. Something that makes me so god damn happy to be out of that Sabbat freak show.

“Oh yeah right. Unspeakable ravaging hunger.” I remember, giving her a nod. I slip the car into gear, rev the engine a little and bring the music up a few decibels. “Let’s fucking do it” Dropping the handbrake, we’re away. Like Hi-ho silver.
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