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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.
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Meet the Rage Face; Roxie/Frankie/Dat Rage Face
Topic Started: Saturday, 8. June 2013, 20:25 (712 Views)
Frankie O'Hara
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Frankie weaved through the crowd and found the Baron sitting at her usual table. She took a quick detour and greeted some of the guys she'd gotten to know working for Vinnie, being a bit social before she got Nora's attention and slid into the empty chair across from her. She could see a few of the Anarchs, regulars and not, milling around the place and after a quick exchange of odd greetings with Crazy Daisy and a stiff nod to Espen who was taking her leave for the night after doing her duty of socializing and familiarizing herself with the local gossip that was moving through the Anarchs, Frankie turned to Marcus who was sitting at one of the tables just out of Nora's sight and sat down.

She smirked, "Hey, you saw Vinnie outside, right? Did you hear what he said on the phone?"

Marcus had taken to be more than a bit skittish around most of the Anarchs higher up on the food chain than him after a stay in the Box with Vasili, but after a few long chats in Frankie's free time, he'd calmed down a little around her, but he was still significantly careful considering she was Vinnie's childe. He looked towards the door not far away and shrugged, "Sorry, Frankie. Just saw him come up outside talking to that red head and then he got the call. Couldn't hear what he was saying, but he seemed a bit surprised, heard him say he had to go and he took off pretty quick after that."

Frankie nodded and leaned across the table and gave him a quick reassuring squeeze on his forearm, "Alright, thanks for the help, Marcus. I'll see you around, okay? Gotta go talk to Nora about some stuff."

Marcus looked away nervously at the mention of the Baron and nodded, "Alright, see you around."

She stood up and headed for Rage Face's usual table and gave a small smile as she sat down. "Good night, so far?" She opened pretty casually as she took the bag from her back and set it beside her. She'd been promoted after Vinnie embraced her to the Baron's personal blood mule, picking up the coke spiked blood for the Baron so she didn't have a total RAGE FACE meltdown and kill her own subjects and destroy the Tripper. So Frankie's job description had gone from running various things across the city to getting calls right after the sunset to go pick up another bag of tweaker blood for the Baron, or if it was a special occasion she'd have to go pick the aftermath of some random feed and dispose of it, along with whatever odd jobs Vinnie paid her to do for him.

Frankie fished in the bag for a moment and found the lockbox she kept it her bag for all her important packages and unlocked it and handed the cardboard box the blood bag was snuggly tucked into to Nora, "And just in case your night has been shit so far, here's some of the good shit for you."
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Roxanne Pendergast was not used to being denied things. Between the madness in the alley she was unable to put to order and now her liaison to the Baron running off, she was rather irritated. She briefly considered calling after Mr. Tadeu, or even pursuing him, but he had brought her to The Tripper, where supposedly Nora Penvellyn would be. Chewing on her lip she weighed her options. Either way, a grave breach in etiquette would take place. Hearing footsteps coupled with an eerie knowledge of when anyone was coming towards her, Roxy turned to see a very unconventional young woman walking to her. Shifting to keep her personal space, Roxy looked at this woman with some mild curiosity, and just as she was about to introduce herself, the woman asked, "What were you up to with Vinnie?" And before Roxy could even attempt to respond the punk princess of sorts dismissed her with a quick welcome and then walked into The Tripper. Yes. London was such a welcoming place.

"Well fuck. That settles that." Abandoning the earlier interaction with one Vincent Tadeu, Roxanne gritted her teeth and yanked open the door of The Tripper. She took a few strides into the room and then wrinkled her nose. Blood. Congealed, and dried, it was somewhere. She could smell it. But where? Within a few seconds she took in the entirety of the room, searching for the source. Who leaves blood to dry like that in a pub? Resisting the impulse to take giant comical sniffs of the air, Roxy forced herself to look for the pink haired woman. Finding her at a table towards the back she slowly started to make her way towards her, subtly looking and smelling for the stench as she went. It almost seemed to be coming from the floor, but she couldn't see any blood there. Even if it was hastily cleaned up, that sort of smell doesn't come from residue. She could see, however, plenty of dirt. Not now Roxy. Stick to the task at hand.

If this woman knew Vinnie, she would most likely be another associate of his. Which could very well mean she might know the Baron. Roxanne bit back another rarely used oath as she realized that Ms. Pink Hair was conversing with another woman. Interrupting people you didn't know whilst they're having a relatively private conversation was incredibly rude. As you've already dropped the dreaded f-bomb, might as well break all the rules tonight. Unnecessarily smoothing the front of her rain jacket, Roxy stepped up towards the table and softly cleared her throat.

"I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion ladies," she began and then looked at the woman she met outside, though met is not the right term, "but seeing as you know Mr. Tadeu, could you kindly finish his.. quest of sorts? He brought me here to introduce me to the Baron. Would you happen to know where she is?"

"I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet." - Mahatma Gandhi
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Nora Penvellyn
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Nora hadn't looked up from the crossword she'd immersed herself with when Frankie sat down across from her, "It'd be better if I could figure out what 'Dweller of the Volga' is... Sounds like some Lord of the Rings shit or something," Nora sighed, dropping the pen that had been poised in her finger on top of the newspaper and pushing it to the wayside, "I think it'd be a lot better for you if you'd just give up the goods to Mr. Fuckwad over there already." She grinned, her eyes settling on Marcus, though as soon as he felt her eyes on him, he immediately looked away and tried to sink down into his seat, "He may be a pussy, but I bet he'd do wonders for yours!" She whispered, winking with an overly exaggerated smile.

Frankie slid the box of across the table and simply chuckled under her breath as she took it, "Such a good little bird, tell me, where's your daddy at? I've been meaning to talk to him-" Roxy had approached their table rather silently, and gently interrupted their conversation. So he was just outside, but now he was gone? What the fuck was going on tonight? Nora looked between the Redheaded stranger and Frankie, "You're in luck. Nora Penvellyn, pleased to meet you...?" She held out her hand and smiled rather gently.
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Frankie O'Hara
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"How many letters?" Frankie asked leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the paper Nora had been looking at. She thought about for minute and shrugged, "Can't help you there."

Frankie followed Nora's line of sight and rolled her eyes, "What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not going to sleep with Marcus!" She said sharply and looked away when she thought she glimpsed him timidly look their way a moment after she said it. She gave Nora a short glare and pulled at her lower lip with her teeth, "Marcus and I are friends and my sex life isn't your business."

Frankie leaned away from Nora after sliding the box to her and locked up the lockbox and closed her bag as she shrugged, "I don't know what the hell is going on with Vinnie. He sent me this cryptic fucking message-" Frankie looked up at Roxy and frowned, "Right...you're the girl he was with before he left, new kid on the block." Frankie nodded and pulled out her phone, "Sorry about blowing you off."

She brought up the text Vinnie had sent her and slid the phone across the table to her, "Something's up, Nora, and I don't like it."

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Im not sure how long ill be gone but ive got to go. Im leaving a few things at your place. Take care of yourself kid.

She wasn't sure if it was just her being paranoid, but she had a very bad feeling about what was going on.
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Makie
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And in the midst of familiar faces, there came forth a new one. She didn't slam the door, slapped the bartender and announced herself. It wasn't her first time in the Tripper, though this time it had been a different ritual. She had ordered a drink which contents never grazed her lips, but calling that a drink was perhaps an overstatement; It was rhum. Just rhum. Until then she had been talking to a girl, a friend, in one of the stools but once the Baron was surrounded by her people she put herself in motion. Calmly, she reached within the depths of her side pocket, retrieved the case of her shades, opened it, closed her crystal blue eyes as she put them on, stored the small case again and her legs moved forward. It was always the shades, she thought. Met someone with shades? It was the fucking Archbishop.

Anxiety was hard to dismiss, there were so many things that could go wrong (or right, depending on one's hunger for destruction). And the worst part of it all: It was tempting. More now than ever. She hadn't do it before because it was purposeless. Death and destruction would do nothing for her goals and diminishing the number of able Cainites in the city would do no good for her cause. But that didn't mean she couldn't hear that little voice whispering in her ear, a certain hunger for death and destruction that was never satisfied, an unquenchable thirst for blood. Deep inside, she always wanted to, even if it served no purpose at all. Because it was easier. Because it was simpler. Because it was quicker. Because it was fun. And because the little voice whispered it was right. Simply because she could. Temptation was always there.

That was the voice of the beast inside of her. It wasn't something brutal, forced upon her that only appeared when she was feeling anger or frustration. It was a soft, subtle whisper that never left. An echo of all the things she really wanted, like a dark side trying to convince her than that was who she really was. "Indulge, do it" it whispered. "You know it's for naught"

The Lasombra waited a few seconds, looking over her shoulder to the right to see if something was in place. Did the same again then, looking to the opposite side, and then made her way up to Nora's table, who was already accompanied by two other girls. Her long, blonde hair waved slightly at her back as she moved. The sound of her black boots was muffled with all the noise around her. "Good evening, do you have a moment to hear the word of our lord and saviour?" said loud and annoyingly enough with a smile. It was sad, she always meant to say that yelling after ramming a couple trucks on the front entrance, before starting to shoot. Both hands were a bit above the waist line, palms facing Nora, slightly stretched to the outside, elbows slightly behind, at the ready... "Don't jump the shark just yet, we come in peace!"
"When you're livin' in a town like this
It's easy to sit back and just forget
That the world keeps on spinnin' round and round"
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Luck was either on her side tonight or was toying with her. Considering how the events of the evening were unfolding themselves so neatly, there had to be some sort of speed bump, right? Roxy warily eyed Nora's outstretched hand, barely resisting the impulse to take a step away from the table. She hadn't found herself in a situation where she had to explain her abhorrence to touch to someone. Being an individual who owned an international business, it was easy to brush away and ignore handshakes or movements of affection. People generally believed that she was a snob of sorts, and that suited her fine, so long as they remembered not to touch her.

Roxy smiled in an apologetic way. "Roxanne Pendergast. And the pleasure is mine, Baroness. Forgive me, but I have a thing about being touched. So I'll forgo the handshake, if it's not too much of a slight." At Frankie's comment, a small line formed between Roxy's brows, but she felt pointing out that she wasn't exactly a "new kid on the block" prudent. Instead, picking up on the unease over Vinnie's sudden departure, she added, "I wish I could supply some insight to Mr. Tadeu's disappearance, but other than a colourful stream of swear words and a hasty good bye with the promise of someone in here being able to point me to the Baron, he didn't reveal any-"- Roxy broke off as she sensed someone behind her and stepped to the side, her hand sliding into her pocket and gripping her blade.

At this new woman's odd outburst, Roxy spared a quick glance at Nora and Frankie, wondering if the speed bump had evolved to more than a question of how to avoid a handshake.
"I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet." - Mahatma Gandhi
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Frankie reached up and fiddled with the piercing in her right brow, her elbow still resting on the table as she lounged against the surface and leaned to see the odd woman that was coming their way, not truly paying Roxanne any mind. She wasn't sure if this new woman had been at the bar when she had been talking to Crazy Daisy or any of the others seated there, but Shades was pretty damn noticeable right 'bout now.

Shades...reminds me of Rage Face.

Frankie frowned scouring her brain for something familiar. She would've sworn she'd heard a description of someone like Shades, it wasn't until she stopped and asked her ridiculous question that it all clicked into place. Her expression immediately dawned with her realization, Shades = Super Cult!

She looked over at Nora curious of her reaction and then quickly turned back to Shades when she continued, "We?"
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Nora looked down at the vague text message on Frankie's phone screen before shrugging and sliding it back to her, "I wouldn't worry too much, little dove. I'm sure it's not the first time he's done this nor will it be his last. You make danger your business. It comes with the territory." It was all the comfort she could give the young fledgling, and a testament to her own wandering nature as well. She'd lost count of how many times she dropped off the face of the Earth for months at a time before resurfacing into civilization once again. Nature always had it's drawing appeal, but this concrete jungle would always be her home, as damned as it may be.

She turned and regarded Roxy's hesitant face before letting her hand drop to the table, "No worries," She said, smiling and breathing in through her nose. She smelled clean, like a sterile surgical room smells sharply of distilled water and bleach. The smell of lemons wafted off the woman, and something...familiar? Nora lifted her icy blue gaze up to Roxanne's face with a questioning expression, "Have we met before?" She asked, leaning towards her and breathing in her scent. It was so foreign, but there was something about it that she knew. It wouldn't have been committed to her memory if she hadn't known it well. This was curious indeed. An interloper was approaching in her peripherals, but she didn't pay them any attention just yet, too caught up in the memory of this smell that she couldn't quite place.

Then the interloper spoke and Nora's eyes cut to the stranger's face dangerously. Roxy had stepped aside and allowed the woman some room, and Frankie peered between her and their unexpected company with a rather suspicious expression and tone. Nora shifted in her seat to face shadowy woman fully, cocking her head to the side as her eyes narrowed on her. She regarded her like this in silence with pursed lips for a few moments before finally speaking, "Tell me, does this Lord of yours make you see the light that's right before your eyes?" She asked with a sarcastic tone, her cold gaze focused on the stranger's shades.

The woman had a vibe about her, as if her aura was bleeding out into the atmosphere and poisoning the air supply. Nora glared, her hackles raised and her fingertips itching. Her Beast was howling for release in her chest, and her hunger, while sated for now, was never completely satisfied when prospects of bloodshed were being discussed. The stranger was quick to jump on the defense, holding her hands out and saying she meant no harm. Nora's expression shifted from stone cold hostility to questioning curiosity as she laced her fingers together and gave the interloper a wry, distrusting smirk, "And what, pray tell, brings you here in the first place, o' mysterious wearer of sunglasses at night?"

Her tone was skeptical, matching her leery demeanor. Who the fuck was this person, and further more, why the fuck was she wearing sunglasses at night?!
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Sullivan
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Sullivan drained the remainder of his drink casually so he could get rid of one more of the ambient smells in the room, analyzing what remained carefully with a long, accentuated sniff of his nose. Dust, stale beer, the crisp textures of sweat, wood and leather rising up from the faded chairs and tables... Blood. Rusted chains. A predator's grin upon the torturer's face.

The glass in his hand slammed against the bartop, shattering the tension in the air like a knife through flash-frozen guitar strings, the squeal of metal and ice and the violent lash of the pieces bring with them another flashback to his own horrendous actions. There was no doubt in his mind where this newcomer had come from - she'd brought half of the East's scent with her, but one place she smelled of beyond others - or perhaps it was just somewhere he wished he didn't know so well.

Like a hunter catching sight of its' prey, the Irishman's glare whipped round at a speed that would pull a mortal's collarbone out, concrete grey orbs locked onto the newcomer like she was a walking blood bag. This was the main reason he had joined the Anarchs' bid to oust the Sabbat - he was done having his past screw up his future. Enough. "She has a point - ye're pretty far from home, Camden." He quipped, his tone loaded and the whole room suddenly feeling a bit like a lit powder-keg.

He slipped himself down from the barstool with easy, stretching strides - a cat warming up to its' hunting pace - and approached the table, his eyes on Nora and the Easterling both. This could get ugly fast - and much as his fingers were beginnign to itch, desperate to be sharper and pointier at the tips, the Irishman wanted answers first.
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The woman rised an eyebrow at the jumpy one, slightly puzzled at his attitude but decided not to ponder further on it yet. As long as he didn't intrude on her personal space and became a threat to her well-being she wouldn't have to react physically to it, and while being "ignored" could be seen as a provokation, being overly shocked by it could also be taken as a sign that he was right about whatever point he was trying to make. So she dismissed him as someone would dismiss a madman, even if briefly. They had never seen each other before after all, and psychics didn't grow on trees as of yet to tell where she had come from without actual proof. "Rumors" of whatever her appearance might of be were off as well, specially tonight. Not that she had any problems with it, either, so there really was no reason to be startled outside someone being angry and wanting to punch stuff, which was fairly common in itself.

The woman returned her gaze towards Nora. "Ney, we haven't met before but we'll meet again. You could call this an introduction? The first thing I heard about the Baron and his gang was about how jumpy they were, so maybe they wouldn't take well to new faces. With that in mind we drew straws to see which one of us would come see you at the table. But maybe we heard it wrong and it wasn't the Baron after all..."

She explained, looking back at the newest addition to the conversation. Her hand rose from the seat and she looked back to where she had come from, and another hand did the same from the stools in the bar then, that one belonging to another nightprowling woman who was watching how things unfolded from there. "Have we met before?" she asked the other man at the table then, blatantly curious about what was driving him off. Because heck, Nora and himself did seem quite inhuman to her, so if that was his reason d'état... Nah, there surely was something else.
"When you're livin' in a town like this
It's easy to sit back and just forget
That the world keeps on spinnin' round and round"
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