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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 14. November 2012, 23:51 (1,415 Views) | |
| RobAiken | Saturday, 24. November 2012, 19:28 Post #21 |
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Nora's words of warning about Leslie not being allowed in Anarch territory had hit Rob harder than he let on. On the outside he remained calm and collected, but on the inside knowing that she was currently in Anarch territory was making him nervous. Rob had just become friends with the Anarchs and had just started seeing Leslie. The thought of conflict stirring between the two parts of his life so soon was not a comforting thought. Rob reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone and quickly texted to her: Leslie, I just talked to Nora. She doesn't want you anywhere near Anarch territory! You need to go back to Sabbat land. I'll explain in detail later. Putting the phone back in his pocket, Rob prayed that Leslie would understand his text and return home soon. After he was finished at the Tripper, he could go to Leslie and explain what Nora had told him. Rob kept his calm persona as he turned his attention to the newcomer. The last thing he wanted to do was display any sign of nervousness to the others. Looking at the newcomer, Rob did not know how to react to the 'eccentric' character. He did remember the man from his first trip to the Night Tripper a while ago when he got carried away in conversation with Nora. From Rob's perspective, the man seemed a little... stressed to say the least. Judging from his mannerisms, he would almost say that the Kindred appeared to be a drug addict of sorts. This worried him. Characters like him could switch personality at any moment, going from a friend to a blood crazed beast in a split second. Sullivan's glance did not ease his mind in the slightest. If Nora knew this man, then odds were Sullivan at least knew of him and a glance like meant that there was a strong likelihood that the two Anarchs could end up in round two with this gentleman. "Yeah, I remember you." Rob said his voice cheerful and welcoming, not wanting to alert the man to his suspicions. "The name is Rob Aiken by the way." Rob then turned his attention back to Sullivan. He had a lot of things to say about his and Leslie's relationship, to Nora in particular. Sullivan and he seemed to have a strange sort of understanding about Leslie that only came between two men who had shared similar experiences. It was a way of saying 'I can't judge, because I've done it before. Just watch yourself'. Rob could respect that. That at least Sullivan understood where Rob was coming from and let him make his own decisions on the matter. Quicker and quicker Rob was beginning to like the Irish Gangrel. Nora on the other hand seemed to need a lot more convincing. Even though Rob had never had siblings he got the sense from Nora that she felt more like an overprotective sibling, worried that the person he was dating was not right for him. As much as Rob appreciated the concern, he knew what he was doing. For the first time in his life and unlife he was happy. He had friends and more importantly he had Leslie. All he needed to do now was convince the friends that they could coexist with his girlfriend. Rob's words to Nora were not going to be harsh words, but more reassuring words to ease the Baron's mind. But with her sudden exit to take care of whatever business she needed to take care of and the arrival of this new gentleman, his reassuring words would have to wait for another time. Until then, Rob would have to keep his words short and sweet. "About what Nora said..." He said. "I get it. Trust me... I get it. We will continue this conversation later but for right now you don't have to worry." Rob hoped his words would suffice for now. He hoped Sullivan would relay his message to Nora if she didn't return, to ease her worries for now. |
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| Sullivan | Saturday, 24. November 2012, 20:05 Post #22 |
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Sullivan forced a chuckle, finding it difficult to ignore the man smelling of Camden stood in his stomping grounds like he had the right... But he hadn't done what Sabbat did to non-Sabbat. So he waited - but damn did he want his claws in the poor sap's throat. "I know ye do, lad. Ain't me ye hafta answer to... But I know ye get tha situation." The itching in his hands was unignorable. He stared at one of them idly, his gaze harder than he was aware of. Looking at them, all itching and scratching and blunt at the ends... It was as if without his claws he was only half-built. An unfinished life. He supposed that rushing towards being a man with a finished life was just code for rushign towards death, however, and he tried to let the subject fall from his mind. It didn't go. Sighing quietly so as to try and avoid a discussion, he shook his head, and gestured to the barman for another drink. Why was it now that he couldn't bury his memories? The blood, the wet sounds of torn flesh... Why wouldn't they all just go away and get buried under deliberate ignorance when he needed them to?! "Ah shit." He mumbled, accepting the fresh drink and taking a larger swig of it than perhaps he really needed. The current situation wasn't a good one. Waiting for Nora was his primary concern, followed by helping Rob with anythign if he could. But with the smell of Camden now unignorable and the memories it brought back flooding his senses in-mind and out, Sullivan wasn't even sure if drinking was the ebst thing for him to do anymore. But until he was certain, he waited. Never act without reason, purpose and intent... One of the few lessons Alasdair had taught that still proved useful. |
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| Nora Penvellyn | Tuesday, 27. November 2012, 03:03 Post #23 |
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These days, a good, clean feed could be achieved in a little under ten minutes. That's all the time Nora needed to cling to Linda's thin frame and get lost in her high. She wasn't sure what she'd be walking out to once she was finished, but here and now, she was content. Her vision seemed to sway into focus, her mind finally beginning to process all the thoughts that only minutes before, were inconceivable. She felt like clarity was finally beginning to wash over her as she loosened her hold on the young crack whore she'd been latched onto like a leech. Nora finally pulled away, purring and licking her lips, "Mm mm mm... I daresay Linda, I don't know what the fuck makes you taste so goddamn good, but I'm gonna have to keep you all for myself if we keep this up." Nora climbed off of her, standing her full height and stretching before extending a hand to Linda and pulling her to her feet. She planted a brief kiss on Nora's cheek and staggered towards the door, Nora following closely behind her as she let herself out. She stopped dead in her tracks though, to see Sullivan and Rob talking with... Damon? Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuck... what the fuck was he doing here?! Why did the Gods of Twisted Humor torment her so? Part of her thought about simply turning and shutting the door and forgetting he was even there, but with her unfortunate luck, they'd no sooner tear eachother's throats out for some reason or another. She lingered in the doorway, staring at Damon like she'd seen a ghost without even realizing it. Linda had long since snuck out the door of the establishment and taken off, leaving the four of them to stare at each other in an awkward silence. Nora fought to hide the surprise and sheer terror of seeing both her lovers within feet of each other, not even knowing who the other was to her. She looked between Sullivan and Damon, and then to Rob, hoping he saw the alarm in her eyes and that he went along with whatever story she spit out, regardless of how surprisingly truthful it was. "Oh, Damon! I wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" She forced a surprised smile and hugged him briefly before returning to Sullivan's side, "Sullivan, this is Damon. He's a dear friend of mine that I used to run with in Paris. He just got back into town before you returned, yourself." She said quickly, smiling nervously again and looking back to Rob once more, "We actually ran into each other the night I first met Rob," she glanced to Damon before sitting down in Sullivan's lap, looking at him fully now, "What brings you here? Hope I didn't interrupt your meal with mine." Her smile was sincere now, mischievous and bright. |
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| RobAiken | Tuesday, 27. November 2012, 08:06 Post #24 |
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The tension was so thick in the air if Rob did draw breathe it would feel like he was breathing in molasses. When Nora walked back into the Night Tripper he could see all the muscles in her body tighten and the alarming look into her eyes. He didn't know what it was just yet but something about her friend Damon seemed to cause her distress. But what was odd was the fact that she did not act this way the first time he saw them both in the same room together, in fact they greeted each other like... Then it dawned on Rob. Damon was Nora's former lover, girlfriend, spouse, hook up, mate, Rob was not sure which but he was certain that putting Damon, Nora, and Sullivan in a room together was a recipe for disaster. Rob took another drink of whiskey, the most he had drank in decades, but the night seemed like a grand occasion. Just after a bar brawl and now he had front row seats to a potential love triangle from hell. Oh... Oh this is going to end well. Rob thought, the tone of his inner voice filled with sarcasm. For the time being Rob decided to remain quiet and let the scene unfold. |
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| Sullivan | Tuesday, 27. November 2012, 21:17 Post #25 |
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As Nora settled back into her previous position - pinning him to the chair, essentially - Sullivan did his best to put his dislike of this Damon character to rest. It wasn't as easy as just flipping a switch and suddenly being best friends forever, but then it seemed lately he was struggling to make actual friends right off the bat anyway - maybe the latest intake of kindred to arrive in London simply weren't his kind of people. In all honesty, he didn't know, and he laid the subject to rest for now as his arm placed itself where it'd been before, despite the scratching sensation in his fingers. The thick quality of the air didn't go unnoticed - nor did Nora's alarmed look, though Sullivan already knew she'd done something she wasn't proud of. He wasn't sure if he was prepared to find out what it was - somehow, it was easier to simply think of it as an even score. Maybe it still was. Maybe he'd find out that she'd done something and Damon had facilitated... Though all the possible meanings for the phrase weren't good from his perspective. She felt guilty, and maybe in some senses Sullivan thought she ought to - hell, Damon wasn't exactly making the best of impressions - but the Irishman didn't want to be the kind of man who ignored what he'd done to people. He should've known what his leaving would have done to Nora - but he didn't give it a thought, spending too long just focusing on how best to go about killing Alasdair. Whatever she'd done, and however Damon was involved, he didn't imagine for a second that Nora had been thinking of her missing lover. Likelihood was that she was looking for ways to avoid thinking about it... And that was upsetting. As a dull thud hit him in the pit of his stomach, Sullivan surprised himself with how much it hurt. He hadn't the right, no... He didn't even know the specifics, and wasn't sure he wanted to. But he had to keep the facts in mind, even as he felt pieces of the beast's cage twisting and creaking under the combined assault of basic fury and self-loathing. He had no right to act like he was the only person hurt. That became his mantra as he knocked back whole gulps of whiskey, not wanting to drink into a stupor but not trusting that he had the self-control to talk. He didn't know what they'd done - and he wasn't in the right frame of mind to find out. He prayed - something that he never, ever did - that Damon had the social awareness to leave whatever had happened unsaid. Sullivan didn't know what he'd do if that wasn't the case... And knowing how little control he had, even as he sat with his lover in his arms, truly scared him. |
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| Church | Wednesday, 28. November 2012, 13:51 Post #26 |
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See, the thing about acting the fool is just that. It’s an act. Rational thought is hidden within, no matter how confusing or unclear the package is. That’s how I see myself, that’s how Jack taught me, because there are two kinds of people in the world. There are your equals, real men and women who are willing to cut out the bullshit and show the correct respect. Then there are your lesser, men and women who treat you like shit because they think they’re better. They think they’re un-fucking-touchable, and when they’re doing business with a screwball like me they think they can win it all. They bear with the idiocy, knowing that somewhere down the road they’re going to be able to screw over the fool; makes it all the sweeter when I’m the one who fucks them. So I pocket the phone, looking glum and mournful. True, I did want a meal, but I ain’t so unreasonable that I lose my mind that quickly. I can be a civilised chap and to prove it I slide over to the bar and order “Pint of your finest stout, squire.” – Man I could so pass for a native. I am so disinterested in what they’re talking about, largely because it’s none of my business, but I get Rob’s name. And as disinterested as I am, someone is always listening. Then I hear the door thud shut, I look up from the frothy beverage and smile a little. The Baron being here explains why I can’t fucking find Linda, but at least it will ensure the evening wont dull out too quickly. She doesn’t smile though, or attempt any kind of leap-frog-hug again; she looks fucking horrified, and my brow furrows in confusion. Before I can say anything though she slaps on an expression of forced joy and I give her a one armed hug back. She introduces me to the other gent, and suddenly things click. Hahahaha, brilliant – Why yes, yes it is. Something dark chuckles inside and I feel a demented satisfaction surge through me. “Rob, Sullivan: A pleasure to meet you.” I saw, somewhat genuinely seeing as I am not a complete asshole – just partially. It’s always nice to meet new people. “Yup, that’s right. Me and Nora met over a particularly epic game of billiards which I probably lost. And look at her now!” I look at her, with a little ember of pride burning in my eye. Whatever I am, there is still part of me that was lingering. And that part of me applauds Nora for what she’s doing. You’d be quite right your Baroness...ness” I look a little disappointed and shake my head. “I think Linda’s got a crush on you.” I shrug, sipping on the bitter. The situation is a most interesting one. The looks these three gave each other, as well as Nora’s clear friendliness with Sullivan should put me in the shit, but it doesn’t. No, if I was a decent hum-uuh-person I would ask Nora what was going on, tell Sullivan like a man and all would be resolved in some manner. But no. I’m gonna let this one go. Cause the thing is if they’re weak enough to be hurt by such petty things then they’re pretty fucking weak. Let Nora tell him, and if she doesn’t, maybe I can pull it out of the bag at some point in the future and watch the Anarch’s implode. At least I’m sure that’s what my dear master would want, the fucking evil bitch. Can’t say I’m not disappointed by the attitude of the Anarchs though. Then again, I’ve been broken by the Sabbat twice, what the fuck right have I got to have an opinion? “Besides, I’m gonna be in London for a long time. At least until I’ve taken care of this Jack business.” Now THAT might have been a mistake. I’m so caught up in finding out what makes the Anarchs tick that I forgot about Jack and his fucking minions. I squint at Rob and Sullivan; anyone could be working for him what the fuck am I thinking talking about it!? “So I figure there’s nothing wrong with going for a drink and getting to know the locals, eh?” I look right at Nora now, trying to read what’s hidden in her eyes, smiling at her bright face, then a glance back to Sullivan and Rob. “Although...I seem to have killed the buzz.” Tis awful quiet. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?” I finish off what’s left in the glass and place it on the bar. I glance around again, feigning rejection as if I’m not cool enough to be in their club. But such chatter could be important to the cause, and therefore important to another cause. Won’t somebody just kill me already? Ugh, I suppose I’ll have another, I motion to the barman. Hell even if they don’t want me here, I ain’t got anything better to do except plot. Plot and wait. |
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| RobAiken | Wednesday, 5. December 2012, 06:17 Post #27 |
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Jack... He thought. It wouldn't have even peaked his interest if Damon hadn't reacted the way that he did. It was subtle, he had to give Damon that. But whatever the comment was he certainly regretted making it. Rob pondered. The air was already thick with tension since Damon, Nora, and Sullivan were in the same room at the same time. Bringing up this Jack could push them into another confrontation. Except this time it would be between kindred and not kindred and mortals. A much deadlier battle. Besides 'Jack business' could mean anything. It most likely didn't even pertain to kindred at all. He thought it might be worth asking but not something he needed to dive right into. He would let it come out naturally, if it did at all. He didn't want to start a fight over what was in his mind harmless curiosity. "Nothing important." Rob said. "I'm sure we can pick it back up another day. Just working things out between myself, the Baroness, and our favorite Irishman Sullivan over here." Rob took another sip of his drink. The air was still thick with tension. He felt nervous, not knowing what to say. He felt like he did when he was on a blind date in his junior year of college. Everyone was staring at each other waiting for each other to break the ice, but nobody willing to be that person. He took another sip, feeling slightly lightheaded. The blood he was using to keep his drinking consistent was making him... hungry. He would have one more for now and see where the conversation took him. |
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