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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.

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



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
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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: ???


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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



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Baron

Khoza

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

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The Commission
Topic Started: Saturday, 23. February 2013, 20:19 (1,841 Views)
Vincent Tadeu
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It had been a long week, painfully long in fact. First a simple bag'n'tag on that Leslie bitch had turned into a major operation; then the Sheriff had shown up, in the Tripper of all places, unannounced and made it known that Jack was back; to top it all off he'd had to move his shit to a new warehouse because the police were sniffing around after Vasili had gone through the place like a wrecking ball. It'd taken them long enough, but still, moving his smuggling operation was expensive and a fucking pain - there were police to bribe, not mention a shit tonne of vans to hire to move all the stuff; plus he had to get the word out to his contacts and his buyers. It had all just turned into one headache after another, the 'Narchs were causing as much shit as ever which didn't help matters.

The consolation though was that Nora had given him the nod to start bringing in guns and munitions which meant he was finally authorised by the Baron to start moving some serious heat. The cost involved was higher but at the same time it improved his personal prestige, not only that it expanded his catalogue; he was now trading with the Russians which had been impossible before. The trouble was he now needed to bring in more people to help run things; those not in on the Masquerade weren't able to run things in Vinnie's organisation because they asked too many questions about why he was moving what he was moving, and why he was stockpiling what he was stockpiling. Most wiseguys in Vinnie's position weren't maintaining or compiling an armoury on this scale for no discernible mercantile purpose.

Not only that but Nora had asked him to consider bringing one of his prospects into the fold. Vinnie had more than a few prospects, and he'd thought of 'promoting' Terence with the embrace, or Karl by ghouling (both already knew of what it was Vincent was) but while he trusted both implicitly he simply couldn't see himself going through so intimate a process as the embrace with a man. He might not be as sexually charged or determined has he had been as a mortal but old habits died hard. There was one prospect though within his organisation of whom he was certain would prove a prime asset to the cause, who fit the bill perfectly. Frankie O'hara was a fairly new kid on the block having only recently risen out of the turf gangs in the Organisation; she was skilled at what she did for Vinnie, moving 'weight' and her 'in' had been the murder of a rogue dealer which, surprisingly, she'd carried out with great success. After all she'd not only popped the guy, she'd gotten away scot free, the police had no clue she'd done it.

Now here was Vinnie sat in the back office of the Tripper, cigarillo in hand and a bottle of Jack on the table; he had a glass and there was an empty one waiting for Nora and Frankie both. A space had been set aside for Sullivan and Nora's prospect, but whether any would show up other than Frankie was uncertain. Vinnie, as usual had his boots up on the table as he waited. It wouldn't be long now. He didn't intend to embrace or even ghoul her right away; he felt confident she had the right material for it but he wanted to be sure, so first he'd let her in on the Masquerade and see if she was willing to join the fight for the 'Narchs.

He'd called her in a few minutes before, she should be here soon. Whether or not the rest of the Commission would show, he couldn't say.
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Frankie O'Hara
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Frankie had been called in by Vinnie just a few minutes ago and she'd spent the entire time raking her brain. She had been standing just outside the Tripper getting some fresh air when Terrence had come out to pass along that the boss wanted to see her. Her thoughts had immediately jumped to the dealer she'd taken care of. He'd been the first man she'd ever killed before, had she fucked it up? She'd shot a gun and intimidated plenty of dumbass thugs when she'd been in her uncle's gang, but when she held a gun she got a bit of a crazy glint in her eyes and nobody had ever been stupid enough to provoke her into pulling the trigger.

Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what she'd done wrong. She'd worn her running shoes with the generic tread, no brand labels, she'd made sure she had her fingerless gloves and she'd checked to make sure any scrapes or cuts were taped up so they didn't leave any blood behind. She'd been careful. No one saw you. She reassured herself as she ran her hand across shaved buzz on the right side of her skull, You would know if the cops were looking for you.

She took a deep breath and shook off the nerves. Pep talk, pep talk, everyone's better after a quick pep talk! She hurried through the lively crowd and shut herself in the bathroom and leveled her eyes to her mirror image, "You're a great runner. You've done good in the Boss's eyes. You're gonna be okay, everything's gonna be okay."

She smiled at herself and quickly checked her mohawk in the mirror and let out a breath and scoffed a little at her own slightly panicked expression, "Damn I've got to get a hold of myself. This is the big leagues." Frankie headed out of the bathroom quickly in the direction of the back office, I'm just psyching myself out again. Boss probably just has a job he wants to talk to me about.

She opened the door to the back office and leaned in. "You wanted to see me, boss?" He looked up and made a gesture for her to come in and pointed at an empty spot at the table complete with an empty glass for the Jack sat on table. She sat down and reclined into the chair and looked at the other two places set for guests, "We waitin' on somebody?"
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GoldMonk
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As Kaz sat in his decrepit-but very cheap-apartment room, he was left with little other than his own thoughts. There not even being a television or a window in the concrete basement he was sitting in, he had few luxuries or entertainment. As such, he was forced to think about Nora and her proposal to join her tonight at the Tripper. She had left out why she wanted him to come over, and quite frankly, Kaz had refused to ask. Little was said after her invitation, and Kaz had simply stumbled back home in the late hours and sought out the refuge of his bed.

He hadn't thought of her proposal until just now, however, trying to push off the decision until just now. She had said that in coming over, he would be doing himself a favor. Said he wasn't alone anymore. He wasn't certain what he thought about that. He had been more or less alone for months now. Anyone he had spoken with were only passing acquaintances. He wasn't sure he could come back to society, or even if he wanted to. With the little time he had left, was it really worth getting close to anyone now?

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Quite suddenly, Kaz snapped his head up. He realized his mind had faded out again. He rubbed his temples, aggravated and disheartened by the experience. These blackouts were certainly a result of his diseased mind, and a sign that his time was fast approaching. He shuddered. It wasn't like falling asleep. His mind had just stopped working. It was as if, for that period of time, he stopped existing. 'A taste of things to come,' he thought bitterly.

With a start, he realized that he had no idea what time it was. Lifting up his arm, he checked his watch and confirmed his fears. It was late. 'I guess it's decision time, Kaz,' he thought to himself. It only took him a few moments.

"Fuck it," he said out loud, rising from the filthy matress he had been sleeping on. He was tired of being alone. Grabbing his jacket from his door knob, he threw open his door and slammed it locked behind him. He bolted out into the cold night air, throwing his jacket on as he sprinted to the nearest London Underground station.

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As Kaz stood opposite of the Night Tripper's large sign, he made certain to look both ways before crossing. He checked twice. Stepping across the street, he began picking out all the familiar sights. He noted the spot in the sidewalk where he had landed that other night. It felt like so long ago now. Carefully, he reached out for the door and swung it wide.

As he stepped into the much warmer interior, he sincerely hoped that no one would recognize him. He hadn't made a very good first impression, and wouldn't be surprised if these were the type not to allow for second chances. Luckily, it seemed that, even if they did notice him, they paid him little mind.

Stepping up to the the bar, he took a seat on the stool and was met with a very familiar face. The barkeep on the other end looked at him somberly, but without judgement. Kaz couldn't believe that he was so terrified of him the other night. Of course, none of that fear was natural.

"Hey," he said lamely. "Could you tell Nora that Kaz is here?" There was a bit of silence between them. "Please?"

As the quiet man left, Kaz again looked at the the wood grain in the bar before him. Of course, now he was in a much more healthy mindset. Tracing out the lines and whorls with his finger, he wondered what Nora could possibly have in store for him. Slowly, his mind began drift away once again.
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Sullivan
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Sullivan's ears perked up as Nora's name was mentioned - considering her position, it'd be stupid not to pay attention to who was coming to see the Baron. Considering what he'd heard of Nora and Vinnie's plans - which was little, but enough - this was somethign he wanted to be here for. Enough to leave the border-watch of bums and bribed old friends to their own devices for one night.

In truth, despite he and Nora's recent difficulties, he was glad to have the time off. Oh, she'd be a little busy and all - and he wasn't goign to interrupt - but they'd spent too much time apart, and that had made whatever lay between them hurt more than it might've otherwise. Whether their dealing with all of it was realy over... That wasn't somethign either of them could say for sure, he'd wager.

Still, it meant that something important was about to happen, and he intended to pull himself back into the Anarch core membership even if he had to do it grovelling with Sabbat-bloodied fists and somekind of twisted poem. This group was part of who he was - and the Sabbat taking the North, well... He couldn't let that happen. He'd still been part of the Sword - just about anyway - when Monroe had called in all his favours and ripped his sect back into London. There was a lot of debts Sullivan needed to pay for his wretched unlife being spared when he frenzied mid-combat while so many Anarchs weren't. Fact of the matter was, some of the friends Nora had lost were likely stains on his own claws - and perhaps that realization was what had dulled his recent rage. After that, well... What right did he have?

He set his thoughts aside, and stood, nodding to the barman who stood aside and let him past into the back office, but also left the bar himself - he had a message to deliver, after all. The Irishman paid little attention to the customer asking for Nora - there was no proof that he was the one he'd been told about, and having someone else want to introduce themselves to the Baron wasn't unusual. He didn't seem dead, which upped the likelihood of seeing him again very shortly - but all in good time.

Opening the door to the office, Sullivan left it open just incase the barkeep was about to follow him inside, and nodded to Vinnie and one of his most recent recruits - Frankie, he hoped the name was. It was the only one coming to mind - Vinnie's troops hadn't often worked alongside Sullivan directly - and the only woman to boot. Of course, the large pink mohican helped with confirming identity. "Vinnie." He said respectfully - it wasn't the way he usually acted aroudn the Brujah, but he'd been out of the loop a little bit, and the Irish lion had recently learned that things could be very different upon a man's return. Raking one hand through the leonine mane that covered his head and outlined his jaw, Sullivan sent a silent nod to Frankie too - he still didn't think getting too familiar was the best route for him to take for the moment.

Taking a section of the nearest wall as his own to lean on, the Irishman crossed one booted foot over the other and gripped the greatcoat he wore, adjusting the heavy - and tattered - coat-tails so they draped downwards rather than clinging to his legs. "I miss anything?"
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Nora Penvellyn
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Nora had been in the basement keeping Vasili company for some time when she heard three knocks on the door. Apparently she had company, and looking at the time, she suddenly realized just who it'd be. She sighed with a sad smile and laid her hand of cards on the table, tossing a bottle of top-shelf vodka to the Russian as they silently parted ways; he knew what the knocks meant better then anyone else. Most of the time though, it meant he was getting a new 'toy' to play with. Part of her hated keeping the Bear locked up down here, but until she learned some at least semi-fluent Russian broke the communication barrier that lingered between them, he was too dangerous to be left to his own devices. Some might call it inhumane, but she called it a community service.

She climbed the stairs briskly coming through the door to be met with Kaz' hunched figure over the bar. As much as she wanted to pop up from behind the bar and scare the living shit out of him, it wouldn't be so amusing when he started ransacking the place. She refrained and chose to simply pat his back when she neared him, "Kaz! I'm glad you're here! Been fairing alright? Come along, we've got gravely important and extremely dangerous plans to discuss!" She smiled brightly, a twinkle in her eye as she rounded behind the bar and took his hand to drag him along with her.

Once inside the office, she came to face Vinnie seated at the desk, Frankie right before her, and Sullivan leaning against the wall, "Not yet, we're just getting started now." She dropped Kaz' hand, motioning for him to sit down in the chair beside the girl and took her place just a foot or so before Kaz, half sitting, half leaning against the desk. Might as well get introductions out of the way.

"Kaz, this is Frankie, Frankie, this is Kaz. Vinnie, I'd like you meet Kaz. Frankie, you already know Vinnie of course, but I don't think either of you have gotten the pleasure of meeting my mate, Sullivan." She gave him a sideways glance. While his presence wasn't the most pleasant thing to be in the company of, she was glad that he actually decided to show up.

"I think you'd both like to know why you're here, let alone together. Vinnie and I have a proposition for both of you. It's... one that you must receive with an open mind. That being said, we'd like to let you in on something that's been going on behind the scenes for awhile now. If you're willing... we'd be more then happy to bring into the fold. But before we can do that, you have to know one thing." She paused, looking to Vinnie and then Sullivan with a wry smirk on her face. When she turned back to the two mortals before her, she had dropped her mask, all her marks of the Beast exposed. She peered at them through a feral gaze, red as the blood that ran in their veins. Her pupils were deduced to mere slits, resembling that of feline...more like a hungry lioness staring down it's prey. The reptilian scales that spattered across her forearm and bicep were plainly visible. They made a mosaic of different colors and patterns on both arms what could be seen of her chest. Her smile revealed fangs that looked much more dog like then her once human K9s were.

"We're vampires."
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Vincent Tadeu
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Vincent nodded as Frankie had entered the room and taken a seat; she seemed a little more nervous than usual, couldn't blame her really considering. All she'd know is that a couple of nights ago she'd been told to run like fuck and not look back; no-one knew exactly what had happened and Terrence was being tight lipped about it, all anyone knew was that it had gotten real messy. Regarding the young woman before him carefully he picked up his glass and poured himself a measure; he could drink more expensive and classy stuff than Jack now but that didn't mean he wanted to. She was young, maybe too young for what was about to be dropped on her...who was he kidding? He'd killed his first man aged 16, still it'd be twelve years before the embrace, but back then there had been no real rush; now they had a war to fight and that meant they needed soldiers. 20 was old enough, older than some of the goons he'd seen around the place; word had it the Tremere primogen was just a child and Leslie couldn't have been older than twenty.

"You wanted to see me, boss?" Frankie asked as she took her seat, he slid the bottle over to her, "Yeah." he replied in a distant, distracted tone; he was still deep in thought. He liked Frankie, he saw some of himself in her and she knew how to do business properly, which was rare for someone her age - but did her really want her to know the truth yet? "We waitin' on somebody?", her words only just made it through the mist of thought which he was reclining in, thick and pungent like the smoke his cigarillo gave off; "Yeah, just Nora." did Frankie know Nora? She'd almost certainly seen her around with him in the back of the Tripper at night, but he couldn't be certain they'd said two words to each other in all that time. She probably regarded Nora with a sort of reverence bordering on fear; here the infamous Vincent Tadeu, one of the deadliest mob bosses on the circuit, doffing his hat to a young looking woman in the back of a pub; it was obvious which way the power went in that regard.

When Sullivan had entered it had driven even more questions; Frankie almost certainly didn't know who he was, but by the way he was offering Vinnie respect he knew that in her eyes he too must be a player of sorts. In a sense she was right, he was one of the players; only in a much larger game than she could imagine with more twists and turns than any other; built upon a bedrock which defied everything she'd been taught. "I miss anything?" the words cut through the fugue, with his hand Vincent banished the cloying reams of smoke about his head and stubbed out his cigarillo. Leaning forward he eyed the Irishman carefully, it had been a long time since he'd given them a place to lay low from the shovelheads; hell it'd been a long time since their last encounter. "Just London's very own cold war; nah you ain't missed nothing, the meeting hasn't started yet."

Just as he finished his sentence Nora walked in with a sickly smelling kid behind her, they took their places and the stage was set; he suddenly felt anxious, he'd never sired a childe before and though he knew it would be a long time before it came to that, even so the prospect seemed suddenly daunting.

"Kaz, this is Frankie, Frankie, this is Kaz. Vinnie, I'd like you meet Kaz. Frankie, you already know Vinnie of course, but I don't think either of you have gotten the pleasure of meeting my mate, Sullivan."

This was it, the meeting was begun and there was no going back now; Frankie and this 'Kaz' would both be in the fold or dead within mere hours. Vincent suddenly found himself hoping that Frankie would accept what they had to tell her; he didn't want to lose her, she was a useful asset and a welcome addition to his crew - she had a lot to learn, sure, but if all went well she'd have eternity to learn what she needed to. Besides she struck him as one of his type, the kind who knew what it was to just be, to go with the moment and rely on your own strength to get by.

"I think you'd both like to know why you're here, let alone together. Vinnie and I have a proposition for both of you. It's... one that you must receive with an open mind. That being said, we'd like to let you in on something that's been going on behind the scenes for awhile now. If you're willing... we'd be more then happy to bring into the fold. But before we can do that, you have to know one thing. We're vampires."

That was it, the word was out; how the pair took it he had no idea, but given Nora's delivery he doubted they'd take it all that seriously, so with a wolfish grin he extended his fangs and leaned back; drawing the blood from his flesh to give him the deathly pallor of death. Then he drew out his folding pocket knife and held it, poised above his palm. "Say you don't believe; I'll drive this through my fucking hand."
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When Nora came upon Kaz, he was completely out. His eyes were glazed over, and though his eyes were aimed at the bar beneath him, he wasn't really looking at anything. He didn't hear anything, he didn't think anything, he didn't feel anything. He was gone.

But then Nora patted him on the back and he came out of it. He heard his name, and slowly his mind was drawn out of the fog and back into the waking world. His eyes steadily gained focus again, and the sounds of the bar returned to his ears. Uncertainly, he began looking back up and down the bar, before turning around and met with Nora's face. "Oh..." Kaz started, not yet certain of what he was seeing. Then he recognized her. "Oh, h-hi, Nora... Sorry, I was just, um... Yeah, sorry."

Still not completely familiar with what was happening, Nora took him by the hand and led him back into her office. Kaz noted that this place was much more pleasant when he wasn't bleeding or explaining his imminent death. Cozy, even. Seated within were three colorful individuals Kaz had never seen before. Nora guided him to the seat then and introduced them all. It wouldn't be too hard to remember their names, they were all quite interesting characters.

As Nora began, Kaz again wondered what this could possibly be about. Nora insisted that it would help him, so exactly how? Was it some sort of cancer support group? He thought on this while continuing to listen to Nora, but it soon became very clear that something different was up.

Nora turned away from him and Frankie. Kaz almost scoffed at her dramatism and mystery, but the air was stolen from her lungs when she turned back to look upon them again. Eyes red and animalistic, hungry and dilated stared them down. Strange multicolored scales ran down her arms, and when she smiled at them, she revealed sharp, monstrous fangs. Kaz started up from his seat at the sight.

"We're vampires."

Kaz just stared at her, frozen for a while. He knew he must have heard incorrectly, that his ears had failed him as much as his eyes were now. He looked around the room for confirmation that he misheard, and that what he was seeing wasn't really there. Instead, his eyes fell upon Vincent, who had grown as pale and as fanged as Nora. He had drawn a knife and held it aloft above his stretched and expectant palm. "Say you don't believe; I'll drive this through my fucking hand."

Kaz' eyes returned to look directly into Nora's own crimson pair. His mind began end its racing, and he rested his face in the palm of his hand. His head was starting to hurt. And then, he began to laugh. A low chuckle that grew into a loud and sickly-sounding crow. Eventually, he regained his composure, but when he returned his gaze to Nora, his eyes were filled with a bitter rage, and a crocodile smile to match it.

"That's pretty funny, Nora..." His voice was low and dangerous. At least as dangerous as a mortal could sound to the powerful undead. "That's pretty FUCKING funny, isn't it!" Kaz upended the chair he had been sitting in to punctuate his obscenity, sending it spinning into a wall before it splintered and fell to the floor.

Not impressed by Vincent's threat, Kaz had decided that he had enough of these people and enough of Nora, who initially seemed nice enough, but now was clearly mocking him. Enraged, he turned and made for the door, stopping only for a moment to fish out his pill bottle. True to his word, he had managed to get stronger stuff. Snapping off the top, he upended the bottle of Oxycontin and let a few pills fall into the mouth, swallowing them as he closed up the bottle and returned it to his jacket pocket and continued towards the door.
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Frankie O'Hara
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Frankie gulped a little when Vinnie told her who was planning to join them. She remembered Nora "RAGE FACE" Penvellyn from the cluster that was picking up that little twat, Leslie. She turned when the door to the backroom opened and frowned at the dark haired man, but turned back to Vinnie when he only nodded his greetings and asked if he'd missed anything.

She poured herself a short glass of Jack and pushed the bottle to the middle of the table and took a sip as they waited in relevant silence for Nora to arrive.

She turned once more glass in hand to see Nora and another enter trailing behind her looking like death. Frankie turned back and sipped her glass and gave a small smile in greeting to this new 'Kaz' character and Sullivan and listened to Nora's speech about being introduced into something, which was a bit of a relief seeing as wasn't about to be demerited for screwing up, but the dense cloud of mystery that was settling over the room was a bit more concerning.

When she turned away from the seated group, Frankie took the opportunity to look questioningly over at Vinnie. She glanced back to Nora just in time to see the red feline eyes and the reptilian scales along her arms. When she smiled Frankie immediately locked up in fear at the brutal looking dog teeth she was sporting. "We're vampires."

Frankie looked over to Vinnie and she frowned at the knife hovering over his palm, "Boss?"

"Say you don't believe; I'll drive this through my fucking hand." Unlike this Kaz guy she had some experience talking with Vinnie and she could say with a fair amount of certainty that he was being completely serious. She looked back over at Nora and she knew that there wasn't any way that she could have managed to put on those kind of props in the short span of time she had turned away from them. Her mind raced looking for any explanation that made some manner of sense than the one she'd been given, and when she found none she just looked up and nodded quietly to Vinnie.

She wasn't buying completely into the idea yet, but she'd made the decision to join Vinnie's crew and that meant putting some of her trust in him. She wasn't about to pretend that she was okay with it, that she believed in this, because then if he and Nora were kidding with her she looked like the gullible new kid that would buy into just about anything her boss told her if he said it with a straight enough face.

On the other hand the guy next to her seemed like he had lost some of his shit. She moved quickly away from him when he overturned his chair and stood by Vinnie and rolled her eyes a bit when he took a bottle and popped a few pills into his mouth as he headed for the door, Fucking addicts.
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Nora Penvellyn
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Nora was off the desk and in front of the door in a matter of seconds, blocking Kaz' only way out. Her eyes had returned to their bright blue hue, but the feral pupils remained. "I don't fucking think so." She spat at him, her tone full of irritation and menace. She pushed Kaz back towards his overturned chair with a strong shove, glaring as she did so, "Go ahead, get scared. Get pissed off. Show me what you've fucking got, kid! Because I can guaran-damn-tee you one fucking thing." She closed the space between them, her hand snaking up his back and grabbing a handful of blonde, shaggy hair. She yanked his head back, whispering against his throat, "Anything you can do, I can do better."

That being said, she let go and backed away, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She wanted to provoke him. She saw the Beast in him, how it ruled him, controlled him. She could put an end to that. She could teach him how to harness all that energy and anger he harbored inside of him into something more powerful then he ever imagined himself being capable of. This was a test. She wanted a show-down. She wanted him to fight for survival, because while he said he was on his last limb and acted like death didn't faze him, his instincts proved otherwise. She saw it first hand not two nights ago in this very bar. He fought to survive. He fought to live another day, to see the sun shine brightly in the sky and feel it's warmth on his skin. To experience at least one more thing before he absolutely had to part from this world to the next.

"Make some room. We're about to have our first lesson," She laughed, looking to Kaz again, "Scared yet?" she asked, her voice low, provoking, "Come on, sweetheart. Come at me."
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"Haha! You owe me a tenner Nora, told you the kid wouldn't buy it." Vinnie threw back his glass of Jack like it was water and patted the seat next to him, motioning for Frankie to sit; she seemed troubled by the prospect but wasn't flipping out over it. He had to say he was pleased, he'd given her the chance to prove herself that first night when he'd put a .38 in her hand and given her orders to kill and then as now she hadn't disappointed, "Don't worry kiddo, even our kind have rules. I can tell that you ain't buyin' it all the way and I don't blame you. There are a lot of our kind who work very hard to keep it that way." Then, breaking the monotony of his own speech and slammed the knife in his hand all the way through his hand, pinning it to the table; without even flinching he looked quite calmly at Frankie then over to the the door, "You want a taste?" he said, nodding tot he blood which welled from the wound, "The stuff's better than coke, Es, herion, dope and speed all mixed together. Trust me, I should know." \He finished by gripping the blade with the hand it was currently pinning to the table and pulled it, hand and all from the table. He then removed the knife, tossing it over to Frankie and held up his hand for her to see. The hole started to close rapidly.
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Kaz had almost left the room before he was cut off by Nora. His first reaction was to lash out and strike her, but in memory of the debt he owed her and the friend he thought he had, he stayed his hand. It didn't mean he had to be nice about it.

"Out of my way, Nora," Kaz growled.

"I don't fucking think so."

Kaz clenched his fists, barely controlling his rage. "I said MOVE!"

His shouting was met with Nora's shove, surprisingly strong given her small frame. Kaz stumbled, trying his best to keep his balance, and reaching out to the wall to keep him upright. When he got back on his own two feet, he growled at Nora menacingly. "Nora..."

"Go ahead, get scared. Get pissed off. Show me what you've fucking got, kid! Because I can guaran-damn-tee you one fucking thing." Here, she crossed the room, grabbing his hair. "Anything you can do, I can do better."

Kaz wanted desperately to lash out against her, to beat her face into the floor, but any semblance of chivalry and mercy that was left in Kaz managed to barely stay his hands. Or perhaps he was just paralyzed from fear.

Whichever the reason, Nora let go of him and backed away, giving him some space. Kaz tried to think, tried to calm down, to still his breathing, lower his heart rate, but he couldn't. All he could think of was this woman he thought was his friend who was threatening him. All he wanted to do was leave. Leave and forget any of this ever happened and wait to die. But Nora wouldn't let him. What could she possibly want with him? The thoughts racing through his head made his skull throb painfully.

"Make some room. We're about to have our first lesson,"

Furniture was moved against the ground, the grating sound causing his migraine to worsen. He gripped the sides of his skull, trying to will the pain away, trying to get the painkillers to move through his system faster. But it wasn't working. Not thinking clearly, only thinking of the pain he was desperately trying to rid of himself. Not considering the amount he had just taken, he shakily retrieved his pill botttle. Once his headache was gone, he hoped, he would be able to think clearly, be able to calm down. Hands trembling, he removed the lid and had half raised the bottle to his lips.

That was the moment that Nora decided to address him again. "Scared yet?" His entire froze in its tracks. He couldn't even move for fear of losing it. "Come on, sweetheart. Come at me." That was it.

The bottle shattered in Kaz' suddenly clenched fist, and with an angry roar he sprinted across the room to Nora, swinging wildly. His fists made contact, but he soon found himself off balance, his face cracking against the wall. Overwhelmed by his blind rage, he smashed his head against the wall in frustration, leaving a dark red stain on the wall.

Stepping back into a wide, feral fighting stance, his leg brushed against the chair he had thrown. Without thinking, he grabbed the leg of the chair and hurled it at Nora, then again ran to Nora. Throwing his fist back, he punched as hard as he could, and that was all he could remember.

All Kaz could see was black, but as his senses returned to him, he could tell he was on his back, staring into the ceiling of the office. His blackout had calmed him down considerably, though he wondered what exactly prompted it. Nora could have beaten him down or, the more frightening option, his tumor's effect on him was becoming worse. In the end, he decided that there was no point in asking, as he didn't really want to know.

Exhaling, he placed his palms over his eyes, both humiliated and exhausted. "Why, Nora," he asked, back to usual calm and meek personality. "Why did you have to provoke me like that?"
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Nora smiled wickedly as she watched Kaz charge at her, laughing as his fists connected to her bicep, ribs, and stomach. She let him get a few swings in before ducking and darting out from beneath him, gliding behind his raging form and giggling as he collided with the wall in front of him. He whipped around; she slid back, her eyes flicking to his wayward hand that was grabbing for the chair he'd overturned. His grip on it tightened, picking it up and hurling it in her direction. She turned her shoulder towards him, tucking her head down beneath her arm and braced herself for impact. The wood cracked and splintered as it broke apart into pieces around her. Nora raised her head then, her eyes twinkling gleefully at her opponent and prodigy.

Kaz came at her a second time, his fist wound back and ready to strike like a venomous cobra as he lunged at her. It felt as though time slowed, drawing out the delay of his swing and making time for her to throw a right hook, her fist meeting his skull square between the eyes. Kaz hit the floor instantaneously. Nora hovered over him at his feet, still wearing the brightest of smiles, "Told you." She said as she stepped over him and dropped to her knees, sitting on his unconscious form.

She sat and waited, crossing her arms beneath her bust and peering down at him thoughtfully. He had potential, and he could throw one hell of a punch when he had enough anger behind it. This tumor was killing him and saving him in the last five minutes. He could scrap, he was built for strength and speed, and he had a temper. Looking down on this mortal, she saw so much of herself before she died for the first time. Of course, she didn't want to damn another soul into eternal addiction and insatiable hunger, but the blood that ran through her veins came from someone of great power and potential... Maybe she'd finally do something right by her Sire, and pass it on to someone that could make something of it. Fuck knew she never could...or maybe she already had. She may not be a Primogen like she was sure Vry would have wanted for by now, but she had a title... a responsibility, and people that supported her and followed her guidance. It may not have been what he imagined it would, but it was something more then a dead crack whore.

She watched his eyes flutter open, as he lazily picked up his hands and almost immediately covered them. She leaned in, letting herself fall onto her hands so her face hung just above his, "Because you're throwing your life away by accepting the death sentence that's been handed to you. You may think there's nothing left to fight for, but oh, my friend, how you are mistaken..." She sat up once more, slowly prying his hands from his eyes and looking into them softly, "I see so much of myself in you, you know that? That's why you're here. You may think every door has closed, but Kaz, I refuse to let you think your life is over when it could really just be the beginning." Her hand stroked his cheek lovingly, like a mother comforting her child.

Nora climbed off of him, getting to her feet and offering him a hand. When he didn't take it, she reached down and yanked him up and deposited him in the empty chair that Frankie had been sitting in. She took her place back on the desk, sitting on top of it and letting her feet dangle off the side as she poured herself a drink and sipped it casually. She looked to Sullivan quietly, before returning her attention to the young man before her, "How old are you, Kaz? Because you don't look much older then I was when I died. I was nineteen years old then, and I was dealing with something quite similar to your condition. My mother died of Huntington's Disease when I was sixteen; my father was already a raging alcoholic and I was a coke whore. He tried to kill me, you know... it was quite the traumatic experience, but anyways, I did the whole rehab thing, got better at covering my tracks, and found out when I was eighteen that I carried the same gene my mother did. They told me I'd be dead before I was thirty years old. That was thirty three years ago." Nora simply smiled and took another drink.

"Now, I'm not saying that's why I am what I am now. Vry, my Sire, still to this day has no idea I was going to die, anyways. Well, prematurely, I should say. He saw the same thing in me that I see in you: Spirit. When you lose your shit like you just did, regardless of what triggered it, you are determined to survive it. You wouldn't have come charging at me like a fucking bull if you weren't dead set on showing me just how capable you were. That wasn't your tumor making you do that. Fear is a figment of the imagination. It's a thought process that tricks the brain into thinking you are in danger. What your brain makes your body do in response to that panic would be the same whether there was a tumor riding against it or if a gun were pointed at it. That spirit is what will keep you alive... If you so choose it."

She sighed, setting her glass down, "I should tell both of you though," She looked at Kaz and then over her shoulder at Frankie, who was sitting beside Vinnie, "If you choose not to accept what we're offering you, Vinnie and I, well... We'll have to kill you." She frowned slightly at the thought, "So, I'll let you two think it over. Talk to each other if you'd like. I know this is a lot to process. That's why you're here together!" She smiled and clapped before hopping off the desk and drifting to Sullivan's side, wrapping her arm around his waist and resting her head on his chest. She looked up to him after a few moments, smiling softly just to him, "I'm glad you came. I wanted you to meet him..." Her eyes went to Kaz' seated form, "What do you think?" Her expression was hopeful, anticipating. She only hoped she didn't have to pump her own hopeful full of cocaine and drain him dry should he deny her.
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Sullivan smiled, and look over at Kaz, his eyes focusing critically as a hand drifted to his chin. The bloody patch on the kine's head, his flash of anger at being denied his rebellion against Nora's invitation, being denied a way out... He saw a little of himself, of what he'd had to learn in order to escape Alasdair's clutches, in the boy. Whether that would be a good thing in the long run or not, he didn't know - but Kaz had the chance to at least last as long as the Irishman himself had. Longer, if he played his hand smart.

"He hides his anger well." He said quietly to Nora, not restraining his voice from the others but only really aiming it at her. "But when he goes, he goes. Not unlike every corpse in the room, I might add." He nudged Nora playfully - the first thing either of them had done that was genuinely nice to the other in a while. He had hope, as naive as it was, that before the coming storm they'd have the chance to put whatever they were back together.

Sullivan ceased his examination and returned his gaze to Nora, a nod and a lopsided smile acting as his confirmation of approval. "Man's a bit rough about the edges - fights with all he's got, doesn't feint, doesn't decieve. But I can teach him that if ye'd like." He said, keeping his distance from Kaz while the mortal man made up his mind. This would all seem unfair to Kaz - and Sullivan supposed it was - but everythign was relative. From the Irish lion's perspective, this embrace was thoughtful - a kindness. Then again, there wasn't a great deal worse in terms of methods of embrace than a shovel to the back of the head.

Sullivan got the impression that his discussion with Nora wasn't quite done, but he wasn't sure what else he had to say that would fit this situation - and he appreciated that her attention was divided. He opted to stick around, returning her gentle grip around him with his own - but this was very much Nora's show, and he was certain she'd ben flitting from one side of the room to the other more than once tonight.
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Frankie grimaced as Kaz charged Nora there was nothing good coming out of a move like that. She turned her head and looked back just as he hit the floor. "Shit, man..."

She let out a low whistle and shook her head as she moved closer to Vinnie and watched the scene unfold. She leaned down and muttered, "They've got to be related." Frankie crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned back up and chuckled, "Their rage faces match."

However, the smile fell from her face when Nora began to talk about her past and the fact that not only was she saved from a fate like Huntington's, but that this guy was suffering a fate just as painful. She wanted to save him, apparently, So...why am I here?

She looked down at Vinnie and drug her hand down her face as realization hit her, Fuck me. She sat down in the free chair next to him and let out a sigh. She was massaging her temple when Nora told them this was a choice between between dead or living dead. Awesome.

She looked over at Kaz and reached for her glass and sipped it slowly before looking over at Vinnie, "Unless you had a punk phase and like boxing, and had a kind of shitty childhood before you joined a gang I'm going to guess you didn't choose me because you saw yourself in me, but who knows I've been surprised quite a few times by you in just the last hour or so."

She tipped her glass in Kaz's direction, "I know you probably didn't come to London for a pity party, but I'm sorry." She smirked, "Getting punched in the face sucks."
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Vinnie barked out with laughter and leaned back even further into his seat, this was going better than he'd hoped; Frankie wasn't stupid and this Kaz kid was providing the entertainment. Poor guys, ah well, he'd seen worse reactions to the truth of things than his; the rough and ready approach they were taking to it was proving to be tough on Kaz though - the Anarchs couldn't afford the luxury of a pampered existence and for many that was just against their nature. Vinnie didn't want to be the sire to some pampered fop whose only worry was where the next bucket of claret drenched blood was going to come from; he wanted grit and a spine. Frankie was pretty much the perfect candidate, she had balls, chewed nails and wasn't a fucking brickhead like most people in her position; plus she was street smart, knew the business oh and of course she was female which was an added bonus.

"Had a bit of a Reggae phase back in the day, went all green, black and yellow if you feel me; but nah, don't mind punk though, I remember the classic stuff shame it all went to shit though." With another laugh and a swig of Jack he continued, "For me it was capoeira not boxing, got moves like a disco star me, not that you'll ever see them mind. I was born into my business, my da rest his liquored up knucklehead soul, ran a turf gang before getting into the underworld." With a sigh he decided he'd best start explaining the basic rules that Frankie and Kaz would now have to live by, "As fucked up as she is, Nora's the boss; her rage face is part of the reason why, I'll let you figure out the rest for yourself. Anyways if Nora says jump you fucking jump; same as you would if I did. Sullivan over there," he pointed tot he irishman with his cigarillo, "Is the oldest vampire on our side, that makes him more or less the most 'powerful' since we only ripen with age. You'll have heard of the Bear, near as we can tell he's as old as Sully and rumour has it he used to eat fledgling vamps for breakfast; never fuck with the Bear cos there's only one person he listens to and that's Nora. Then we got Espen, she's our 'marketing director' and local fancy pants, nice enough though."

"Aside from that you got Marcus, yeah he's a vamp too even if he's a shitstain; Crazy Daisy, don't bother trying to talk to her she's loopier than a box of cheerios; Barty Balls, he looks after the literal underground for us and that's it really. There's more of course, but not all vamps are on the same side; you remember the day we bagged Leslie? Yeah she's one of us, just part of the loony brigade; the kid in the hoody who tried to shit on us when we grabbed us is one too, he's with the vampire pigs; I don't know for sure but the one on the wall who looked like he just walked out of a Maiden gig was probably one too."

"You have the honest pleasure of being inducted into the Anarchs, the free-unliving; no rules but our own and you don't have to suck cock in order to get a promotion."
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As Nora sat upon Kaz, he couldn't help but think of how... Parental she was. Not that he ever really had one anyways-at least not a good one. It was at this thought that she forced his hands off his eyes to look into his directly. He wanted to avert his eyes as usual, but instead he felt himself held directly in her gaze.

She offered him... Hope... A chance. He felt his pulse rise slightly at the thought, the idea that he could last more than a few nights more. But then, again, he shut it down, repressed it. He knew he was not long for this world, and he wouldn't build his dreams for the future on a fantasy. "Don't do this, Nora," he said quietly to her. "Don't you do this to me."

She ignored his protests, climbing off of him and offering him a hand. He sat up slightly, but hesitated slightly, staring back at his hand. Nora didn't give him the time to make a decision and, reaching down, grabbed him before setting him down in an empty chair. She then propped herself on top of her desk, got herself a drink, looked to Sullivan, then decided it was time for some exposition.

She explained to him how similar their situations were. How both of them found themselves motherless and with less than outstanding fathers. At the revelation of her disease, Kaz looked up to her, a mixture of awe and confusion in his eyes. She claimed that she survived...

But she explained to him that it wasn't pity over the familiar situation that caused him to be chosen. What he referred to as his rage, she called spirit, and while he was deeply ashamed of it, she seemed to admire it. She said it wasn't all just a part of his tumor, and his face flushed red at the mention. Now everyone in the room knew about his condition that Nora didn't seem to take as seriously. She implied that, with a decision on his part, he would no longer have to either. The chance...

He was brought out of his thoughtful reverie with Nora's sigh, then her admission that, if he were to refuse, they would kill him. At that, he felt his gaze return to the ground. So that was it. The offer now turned into a threat. It wasn't the actual death threat that fazed him, so much as it was coming from the woman claiming to be her friend. He sat there again, lost in his thought, trying to be as rational as possible.

His head perked up as he heard an apology from Frankie. At least it was an apology before she turned it into a joke, but that was okay. In all honesty, Kaz could handle a joke at his expense better than he could handle sympathy. Frankie's comment actually brought a slight smile to his face, but he still didn't say anything.

It was at this point that the man called Vincent started explaining the hierarchy of their new life. He capped it all off with a proper induction to their group. Kaz didn't exactly like Vinnie's assumption about their decision.

With a grimace, Kaz rose from his chair. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Vincent," he said dryly. He again walked towards the door but hesitated once he reached it. He stood there for but a moment, but instead folded his arms, turned around, and leaned against it, deciding to stick around for just a little bit longer.

"So," he said. "You're just going to make us monsters of the night out of the kindness of your unbeating hearts, are you?" Kaz still wasn't convinced, but he would listen.
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Nora moved to drape herself atop Sullivan's lean frame as he talked about teaching him, looking up to him and smiling softly, "I'd like that. We can teach him together..." she let that word hang between them silently for a few moments before tucking her head beneath his chin and hugging him tighter to her. Were they still together? She didn't even know if they were in the first place. Things had been messy ever since he'd come back from his wild goose chase with Alasdair, not to mention detached. She'd barely seen him, and she hated it more then anything else. As much as she still wanted to punch him in the throat for the shit he pulled, she couldn't imagine a life without him by her side...metaphorically or otherwise, as it seemed. He needed space. She could understand that, at least for a little while, but she wanted him, needed him... and he wasn't ever there. So she'd hold onto him as long as she could, and not let go unless she absolutely had to.

She watched him make for the door a second time, but didn't make to move, instead just watched him intently from where she lay against her lover, her head still resting against his chest, "Would you rather be a meal, than?" She asked bluntly, still not moving an inch from where she was, wrapped comfortably in Sullivan's arms, "I mean, I'd have to pump you full of fuckin' cocaine to get my kicks, but that can easily be arranged. I'd suck you dry, and it'd feel so good, you'd think I was carting you off to heaven as you slowly slipped away. You know, out of the kindness of my cold, dead, heart." She said, her words dripping with sarcasm as she glanced to Vinnie and Frankie and back to Kaz.

"We're not monsters. Well, we are, but only when we get wet or feed after midnight." She giggled before composing herself again, "What are you so afraid of Kaz? Being able to actually live? Being stuck with me? Because you don't have to stay with me. It'd be in your best interest if you did, but if you wanted to leave, I won't keep you. You could go see the world Kaz! Really, truly see it, and explore it, and learn as much as you possibly can about it. You don't want that? You're willing to give that chance up for numbered days and a lonely death?" She frowned and shook her head, burying her face in Sully's shirt while she tried to contain the frustration this young man before her was already causing. He was stubborn. Another common trait they shared.

"I think you're scared that I'm telling you the truth. I think you don't want to believe me and you're trying to convince yourself that it's some sick and twisted joke. But it's not. I'd never do something so cruel to such a kindhearted young man such as yourself. You don't deserve this ending, so I'm offering you a different one. Whether or not you take it is entirely up to you, but please make up your mind, and stop mocking what I'm trying to give you. It's not a joke, it's a fucking gift." She said what she needed to say, sighing with defeat as her eyes wandered to Vinnie. Her expression was grim and unsure; Kaz wasn't going for it. While she didn't want to have to kill him, she'd probably be doing him a service either way ending it quickly, painlessly...

She regarded Frankie calmly as she gazed upon her skinny frame and bright ass pink mohawk, "Are you afraid, Frankie?" she asked, deciding to distract herself from Kaz with the prospect of Vinnie's new prodigy in the making.
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Sullivan couldn't begin to describe how good the few seconds he had Nora in his arms felt to him. There were no words. He had wanted space, and she'd given it to him - which was a lot for Nora in the first place, being that patience had never been her strongest suit - but now he was struggling to remember why it was he'd needed it to begin with. Kaz had doubts - which he could sympathize with - but those doubts were beginning to strain Nora, who was genuinely tryign to do right be somebody. He'd seen the look on her face before - the differences between her sarcastic help and genuine were subtle, but clear. It surprised even the irishman himself that he was still familiar enough with his Baron that he knew her faces... But it felt good to know he'd not lost all connection with her.

"I'd like to try something." He whispered, moving from Nora's grasp slowly, so they could both avoid feeling abandoned - lacking a better term - and went to lean on the wall closest to Kaz, putting his hands in his pockets. Gesturing towards Kaz, he spoke, "I ain't gonna tell ye what ta do, lad - yer own life, an' wantin' to own your death... It's admirable. But I'd like ta give ye some idea of what we're tryin' ta do here, if I may." Sullivan lifted the left side of his mane, pointing at a large, ugly scar behind his ear, "That ugly bastard there? My sire - vampiric father, if ye like, though I'd never call him that to his face. He didn't give me this option - he just took me to a graveyard after my first big win on the amateur circuit, bit down deep on my throat an' waited."

The Irish lion let his mane fall back into place and continued, his arms folding across his chest loosely, "After he was done an' I was turned, he guided me - near senseless, at the time - to an open grave, and cracked my skull with one swing of a shovel, sent me sprawlin' into tha earth. He made me dig myself out o' my own grave ta strip away all that pesky humanity I had left. The rest... Honestly, it just gets worse. A lot worse. Point is... "

Sullivan sighed, trying to find the right words. Letting one of his arms uncross so he could gesture to Kaz again, he ended his attempt at easing the situation, "Point is, this ain't like that. Nora didn't bring ye into this room ta make findin' her food easier, nor because she wants cheap labour like my sire did. She wants ta help ye - the only way any o' us in this room knows how. It ain't like I know ye, nor you me - I ain't pretendin' otherwise. But I'm a fair judge o' people, an' I know a thing or two about bein' a scrappy lad with a temper. We wouldn't give ye this kind o' offer if ye didn't deserve better than what ye've been given - it ain't somethin' we just toss out ta see who says yes. There's a whole set o' rules as to why - but that really only matters if ye're interested."

Pushing himself off the wall, Sullivan friendlily patted Kaz's shoulder, "Think it through, kiddo - seriously, I mean. Death - or rather, avoiding it - is the one thing we know a thing or two about." He said, before striding to his previous position and facing both Kaz and Frankie, not expectant - just interested as to their answers. After all, it was as he'd said - this was all the kindred really had to give.
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Frankie looked up as she was addressed by Nora and her brow furrowed in thought as she contemplated this unlife she and Kaz were being offered. There were things about being a vampire that didn't sound appealing at all like the blood drinking. She set down her glass and crossed her arms under her bust only scarcely listening to the Irishman.

She found herself staring down at the bandage on her left forearm and contemplating the gash it was covering. She didn't like hospitals, never had, and living with her uncle there had been no shortage of assorted pills that the doctors were stingy to give out to a girl with a pink mohawk they immediately assumed was popping pills and smoking all assortment of things in her spare time. So, instead of dealing with doctors that only gave her accusing stares, she did things the good old way with a lot of alcohol, antibiotic cream, and some bandages.

Seeing Vinnie with the knife had reminded her about her own injury and how this one in particular was keeping her from doing what she did best. She could be put out of action for any number of reasons because of her frail mortal body, but if she took this gift that Vinnie was offering her, this cut would heal quickly and she wouldn't have to worry about running in the cold when her immune system was taxed by the winter time illnesses that thrived in the dirty alleys she often took shortcuts through.

Of course, she would miss the rare days she wasn't exhausted from working the night before and got to run the city with a cool breeze drifting over her skin and the warm concrete under her palms as she ran through the streets. However, she enjoyed the nights just as much and working was easier at night.

She looked up to meet Nora's eyes after some quiet had settled and Sullivan had finished talking and shrugged, "I'm scared, but at the same time I can't remember a day in my life I haven't been scared of something. Life is short, unpredictable, and unfair. If I had my way I would never have to stop running, but just a few years of parkour has already done some work on my joints, and the life I've chosen I knew going in was going to be fast and dirty work and one day I was gonna get killed or sent to prison."

Frankie reclined in her chair and smiled, "So if you're telling me this will give me that ability to do what I love and be where I belong for as long as I can, then I guess I'm in."
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Vincent shifted in his seat, bringing his feet down from the table and finishing his drink he regarded Frankie for a long moment; she was really expressing herself now and her approach to the revelation they'd placed before her made him increasingly proud that he'd chosen her to be his childe. He could see that she meant what she was saying; she was one of the few people he considered to be born for the criminal underworld, his own bloodline ran back from mobster to mobster, hell his sire Anthony was a mob boss who was now making it big in the States. Anthony had never spoken much about his own sire, or his past before Vinnie had known except to say that he'd known Vinnie's father; by most accounts Vinnie was considered to be a lower generation than most his age and he'd never seen another Kindred move like his sire could. As far as he knew Anthony drew his kindred roots back to the Freikorps of central Europe and before that the Vikings - but he'd not gone into all that much detail. The concept of modern organised crime was a recent one, so if Anthony had been with the mob his entire life and unlife as he'd implied that made him may two hundred years old at most. It made him wonder, there was so much he still didn't know about his own sire and here he was considering embracing a childe of his own.

"Y'know what Frankie, meet me tomorrow night in my office in the Dream; the boys'll let you in. Come straight to me and come with your head screwed on right; no drink or drugs in the mix." He stubbed out his cigarillo in the ashtray on the table and exhaled the last of the thick smoke intot he air, "We'll have a chat about the facts of life, and discuss the process there. These things are different for each clan, Nora and Sully might be older than me, but they got Gangrel blood in them; me, I'm Brujah - its like apples and oranges, they're both fruit, they both taste sweet, but they're both very different." With that he rose from his place, deftly manoeuvring over to the door; with a mock salute he bid the occupants goodbye.
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