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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.


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O'Malley the Alley Cat [Frankie]
Topic Started: Friday, 2. August 2013, 06:20 (537 Views)
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The rain came down like the sky had something particularly heavy weighing on it's mind tonight. London was always a wet place to live, but the storm reminded her of hurricane season back home. Thick droplets that fell heavily upon the tin rooftop above them made resounding ticks that echoed throughout their flat. Aguirre had propped open the window to listen to the storm, setting outside on the fire escape with her legs hanging inward over the ledge. She was somewhat damp, but overall content, especially since she had managed to find the perfect place where she could hold her home-rolled cigarette comfortably without it being put out by the weather.

She dragged off the butt, listening to the rain--and also to the music Frankie played from the computer. Aguirre hadn't been much into her pink-crested friend's music so much when she moved in, but after hearing it so often, it had grown on her and she now vaguely knew the words. She hummed along, feet kicking idly to the beat. She had unfortunately run out of the cloves she enjoyed so much and was now back to the cheap packs of tobacco and flavored rolling papers she smoked before--but at least the papers made the apartment smell like green apple.

"Frankie," she said after a long breath, "What are we even doing right now? Why can't we walk to the Tripper? I won't clam up again if Nora's there, I'll even put on my best.. Ah.. T-shirt?"

The dark haired woman was of course joking; she was in no state to leave. She had only just changed into flannel pajama pants and a baggy tank top, anyway. However, she was slightly restless. Maybe her hetero-life-mate would provide her with some extra entertainment. After all, it was doubtful that Frankie was so easily drawn in by the rain.
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Frankie turned her head from where she was laying on her bed and scoffed, "Yeah right. Anyways I thought I told you they were having some kind of weird drinking game tournament tonight at the Tripper. Which I can't participate in and don't want to be around personally and if you go...well I don't personally think it will go well, do you?" She sat up and smiled as she went over to the computer that was playing her playlist and switched it from her recent attraction to celtic punk bands to a new mash up she'd discovered.

She laid back down and stretched out languidly before giving a slight grunt at the sogginess of the air. She'd never really liked the rain, it was always cold and miserable and she never had a half way decent rain coat so it always seeped into her bones and got her sick as a kid. She was halfway tempted to ask Aguirre to come inside and close the window, but resisted the urge and simply laid on her side in her lounging clothes, a pair of black boxers and a black tank with a middle finger made of four leaf clovers that read above it 'FUCK OFF' and below 'I'm Irish!'.

She pulled a blanket over her legs hoping to block out the feeling of the moistness that was settling into their flat, and grabbed the copy of Fahrenheit 451 that Aguirre had given her the first time they met and picked up from where she left out. She looked away for a second thinking about the words on the page and then turned her head towards the window, "Why don't we...play a game?" She didn't wait for a reply simply closed her book and sat up, "One would ask a question and both would answer. Then another question, simple." She'd been trying to open up to Aguirre for a while now let her bro into her past and get to know each other better. Maybe this would work?

She stood up the blanket still draped around her and sat by the window and gave a small smile to Aguirre looking out to the street and listening to the sounds of alley cats yowling nearby and cars passing by.
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"Beer pong..." Aguirre cringed. "Yeah, I'm just gonna stay home."

Beer pong tournaments were miserable. There were far too many kine around on nights like this and it made Aguirre uncomfortable to have a bunch of fist-pumping pricks in her space. Not to mention the fact that she was a significant failure at the game, and beer tasted like absolute garbage.

With a tiny sizzle, Aguirre's cigarette was put out, compliments of a stray drop of water dripping down through the grate above her head. She sighed and brought herself back in through the window frame, shaking the water out of her hair like a wet dog and falling back onto the mattress next to Frankie. She apparently wanted to play a game, so a game they would play.

"Lets do this. Hmmmm..."

"What is the meaning of life?...."

"42!"

Aguirre was in a pretty decent mood if her flatmate hadn't already noticed. She hadn't told Frankie yet, but she had met someone recently at the Dream who, since parting, had left her feeling lighter than usual.

"Your turn."

The cats in the alleyway sounded like they were shouting at the top of their lungs. Aguirre thought about closing the window, but couldn't be bothered to get up and do it.
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Frankie chuckled at Aguirre and leaned out the window briefly looking for the two tomcats yowling, but had yet to see them. "Funny. I was thinking more a back and forth thing. You ask a question, I answer, you answer, I ask a question, so on and so forth." Frankie moved to allow Aguirre to pass into the flat staying by the window, debating whether to close it or not. She would only keep it open because the fan in their apartment had given out and even though breathing wasn't required it felt strange not to breath for the young Brujah and shutting the window with all the moisture in the air would just make the air in the room stiff with the settling moisture.

She settled to crack the window and laid back on her bed her head turned to look over at the Texan, "...so if you were being serious and actually wanted my answer...I guess I'd say the meaning of life is..."

She looked down towards her lower half and shrugged, "I guess my answer would be that life means being able to do what you love, be with who you love...I don't know something cheesy like that."

"When were you born?" Frankie asked, simple enough, deciding to start somewhere that wouldn't instantly make the room heavy with tension.

As she waited for the answer she heard a loud crash and a small meow from the window. She pushed her blankets aside and stood at the window, pulling it back open and leaned out curious to see if the animal was okay.

She'd grown up empathetic to the woes of street animals, lost, abandoned...unwanted. She had had to put down a few that had been barely alive, hit by cars or ripped up beyond the power of natural healing, unable to protect themselves any longer. She hated doing it, it ripped her apart to see them looking at her with dim eyes and meowing or hissing pitifully, but it was an obligation she felt to give them peace if she couldn't give them anything else.

She frowned at the animal that hobbled into view and collapsed against the brick wall of their building just a meter or two from the ladder of the fire escape. It was moving like it was balancing all its weight on one side, Probably got one of his legs real bad.

She frowned and stood head hung as she considered going down to check how bad it actually was. She turned to Aguirre, wondering if she should ask her opinion, but decided not to and just stood listening to the sounds of the cat below, weighing it heavily knowing if it was too bad her night would probably be ruined.
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Aguirre was tickled with Frankie's answer. It was a little cheesy but cheesy definitely wasn't bad; it made the eldest Brujah smile, thought it was unlikely Frankie had seen it since she had moved to replace the chain smoker at the window ledge.

"When were you born?"

Aguirre had to think for a short moment, since the honest answer was the one she used the least.

"1961."

She was contemplating what she would ask her companion next when a crash from below caused the dark haired woman to jump, and she came to stand next to her pink crested friend at the window, leaning to look out.

"What in the world was that?"

The answer to her question limped out across the alleyway, looking haggard. Was it okay? She couldn't tell from this far up.

"You think we should go down there?"

Aguirre glanced over at Frankie; she would probably go down regardless, but she would have preferred to have help with the injured animal.

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Frankie didn't even bother getting her shoes just slipped out onto the fire escape and said as she walked down the steps to the level below them, "I was born in '93."

She stood there for a moment and then simply hurdled over the guardrail and landed on the wet pavement below, she landed on her feet and hands, crouched and gave her limbs a moment to recover from the impact before pushing herself up slowly. The puddles rippled with the disturbance of her landing but after a moment they settled to the simple effects of the raindrops hitting their surfaces.

Frankie ran her hand over her head running her fingers through her dampening pink hair and let it fall loosely down. She approached slowly, apprehensive of what she would find. The cat was soaking wet and turned its head to the punk, amber eyes cautious, and gave a low warning.

Frankie examined it for a few moments, not seeing any obvious injury beside a slightly bloody tear to its ear. She approached slowly and crouched extending her hand palm up as the rain continued to come down on them. He stood up looking at her hand for a moment, sniffing at it, and she smirked as she saw the reason for his hobbling.

"3 legs, huh? You're pretty either pretty courageous or luckier than most cats."
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"93? Damn, you really are a young'n", Aguirre teased. She had only been a few years older than Frankie when she was embraced. Their world truly had no compassion for youth.

The woman followed her counterpart downward, though chose to walk her way down to the wet asphalt instead of jumping. Heights gave her a sort of dizzy feeling, and jumping from any height would probably just end in her landing wrong anyway. There was a reason skydiving had never been on her bucket list.

She caught up in time to hear her friend say, "3 legs, huh? You're either pretty courageous or luckier than most cats."

Aguirre bent down on her haunches a few feet away from the cat; it wasn't very happy to be cornered by two humanoids, but it didn't immediately try to escape from them. It looked like a cross breed of house cat and jungle cat, the way parts of it's fur was lined and dotted and the brown-sugar color of the rest of it. It's ears were flat to it's head, another low growl escaping it.

"You ain't so tough", she said. "You're just a scaredy cat."

She reached out to the cat and it bit her as hard as it could, drawing a few droplets of blood from her forefinger. Were she human, she might have panicked about infection or some such nonsense, but being what she was, the wound healed quickly and was of no consequence. It was alive enough to bite, but dead enough to stay put.

"Frankie, we should get it out of the rain. Here, make sure it doesn't run away."

She closed the gap between herself and the animal, grabbing it and pulling it into her chest so that it couldn't do much more than bite at her arm.
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Frankie watched as the cat began to angrily gnaw at Aguirre's arm and pulling his two back legs up to scratch at the underside of her and try and force her to let go as he wiggled in her arms. Of course this was of little use to his cause as Aguirre just adjusted her grip and began her walk back up the stairs.

Frankie grabbed the pipe running along the outside of the building and said as she pulled testing the sturdiness of it, "Are you sure we should bring him in...I mean he's probably not feral, but I don't know..." She didn't know truly why she was questioning the decision to bring him in as she began to climb up the pipe until she was level with the first level of the fire escape. She kept her hold easily and grabbed the floor and then pulled herself up to crouch on the slick rail of the escape, one hand holding platform above her, stopping as Aguirre came to that platform, "I just..." She shrugged and looked away and asked as she stood and scaled up to the next level, only struggling for a moment when her foot slipped and her grip on the railing above her nearly slid and released with the sudden jostle.

She righted herself and easily came to stand on the other side of the railing on the second platform, "So...what's your, uh, question?"

She pushed herself up and over the barrier and went up the stairs at a quick trot and climbing into the apartment rustling through the duffle bag she kept clothes and things in, pulling out a pair of bright ass pink boxer briefs that hugged her ass instead of the loose breathing black shorts she usually wore that were now clinging uncomfortably to her thighs and crotch. She also snatched up a sports bra as a last minute thought.

She shed her soaked tank on the way to the bathroom and hung it on the shower rod and took out three towels. She quickly took one to run through her hair and dry the skin of her chest and back and pulled on the sports bra and swapped her boxer shorts for the briefs, drying off her skin cold skin as she went. She emerged from the bathroom and sat the two remaining towels on the couch for her roommate and their new house guest and headed for the kitchen to grab a bottle of fruit punch flavored vitamin water.

"Are we keeping him?"
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The cat a less scrappy looking thing when he was clean, more than likely; looked to be a tabby with pretty golden eyes and white tufts of fur on his chest. He also looked a little on the drowned side. Frankie started to walk away, questioning whether they should really bring an alley cat inside the apartment. It looked as though his missing leg had been more or less a permanent circumstance for some time, long enough ago to heal over, so all the would need to take care of was his ear. Why not?

"I mean, sure, he'll calm down once he's dry and fed. Ain't like he can make us sick," she joked. She walked back toward the staircase again, only then noticing that Frankie was climbing her way up the side of the building like proper stairs were out of fashion. She was lucky none of their neighbors were awake to see.

Walking up too no time at all, and as she climbed back in through the window, the younger woman reminded her that they were still playing a game.

"My question?" she repeated. She grabbed a clean towel from the two Frankie had brought and wrapped the feline in it, trying to dry out his fur through angry meows and fluffy blue cotton.

"Uh. What d'you miss most about life before undeath?"

At the question of whether they were going to keep the tabby or not, she said thought for a moment, replying "once he ain't so drenched and pissed off, maybe we'll see."

His ear had already started to look better now that he was drying out a bit, the really bad part having been exaggerated amount of blood stuck in his short hair. She set him down carefully after closing the window, watched him scurry beneath her bed, then grabbed an and enormous dirty t-shirt and the last towel to dry off and get dressed.

Emerging in the t-shirt, she plopped down on the bed and wrap up in a patchwork blanket.

"If he don't hate us, what should we call him?"
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Frankie came back into the room, the sweet water running smoothly down her throat. She screwed the lid back on and shrugged as she plopped down onto her bed, wondering if the cat was wrapped up in the blanket in Aguirre's lap and smirked when she saw him tense up under Aguirre's bed at the thump of the punk's ass hitting her mattress, opposite Aguirre.

"Uh. What d'you miss most about life before undeath?"

Frankie paused and tossed the bottle absentmindedly between her hands as she contemplated the question. "I don't think I miss a whole lot...but one thing I do miss is that feeling of just running. It felt...freeing and now it's still a great escape and I still love it, but you don't have to exert anything to really get going."

Frankie extended a pale, toned leg to poke at the cat hiding low to the floor under the bed. She chuckled when he batted her toes. She laid the bottle of vitamin water by her pillow and was about to lay down when she saw Fahrenheit 451 lying by her pillow.

"Montag." She slid off the bed and laid on the floor laying her hand not from him and letting him sniff at her hand and when he'd relaxed a bit she smiled, "You're just a big puss aren't you? But I think you'd make an excellent Montag."
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