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THE MONSTER OF EALING
Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

HOROSCOPE
MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
Other
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
Gangrel: 1
Ventrue: 1
Toreador: 0
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 0
Nosferatu: 1
Gangrel: 1
Setites: 5
Sabbat: ???


THE CAMARILLA

Prince

Nobody

Sheriff
Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


Keeper of Elysium
Davvad Bisset

Grand Harpy
Catherine Wilke

Primogen
Ventrue: Marcus Antonio Russo
Brujah: Thomas Krusen
Gangrel: Alexa Mallik
Malkavian: Ellora Reese
Tremere: Hannah Sundling
Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
Nosferatu: Dogan Khojak



ANARCHS

Baron

Khoza

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

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You find yourself in London on a dreary, foggy night like any other. But what lurks in the shadows is the stuff of fantasies and nightmares, far from mortal reality.

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Rotten Hell (Kane, Henderson)
Topic Started: Saturday, 17. August 2013, 22:53 (175 Views)
Zola Van Gundy
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The chemical aftertaste of sterile vomit hung tight nooses in the air, clutching tight the throats of whoever smelled the night air near that pocket of rotten hell. One strand of police tape half torn tickled the rusted pole, waving occasionally to the distant forms of life too smart and fearful to draw near. When the wind kicked up, it became a weak flag declaring the last sign of Zola Van Gundy, and her mark. Meticulous in torture, blind in violence, but all the physical spectacles had been removed in sheets of black plastic, sealing up the horror from public eye.

Only one nervous temp was willing to leak the crime scene location, to invisible promises across electric pleas. Below the waving flag, still freshly swept of the years of collected dust and debris, was the manhole leading into deep descents past sewers and into bomb shelters that were built to protect human life. Built and then forgotten, peeling paint and only protecting generations of insects and vermin that waged territorial war eternally, only briefly stalled by the presence of human forms, two corpses. One of those dead things climbed up out from the tomb, perverse in behavior and in its own being. The other began to rot and stench, until men unready for the sight plunged into those depths. Out they took the body, and tried desperately to find clues to the culprit. But only flakes of nothing and heavy shadows.

But something lingered that no human could find without the right eyes, and no officer could see without the right point of view. Still so young in those first nights, wrecked wild with such a poison darkness it gasped and gurgled in struggle. Against the current of a thick river, its water like bloody syrup. When all the noise left, and dust once again began to collect, final images returned to focus. No longer struggle against the instant, violent, blind fury and fear. No, now it was the press of eternity, a murder with no resolve, and the rest of time to ponder towards insanity.

For now, at least, this was a place where the quiet was now ruler. An atmosphere of unnatural acts still hung in the air, but this was a place forever changed. It was now barren. Bleak. Where silence has lease.
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