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| Topic Started: Wednesday, 25. September 2013, 21:46 (3,139 Views) | |
| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Sunday, 13. October 2013, 06:50 Post #41 |
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Aguirre had forgotten that Sawyer won money off her, the fucker. Then again, she always had been one to root on the underdog. Still, that was a whole tenner Mac had cost her. "Yeah, that's him," she said hesitantly.They didn't actually have a title yet, and she hoped this didn't get back to him on the off chance that he wasn't okay with people knowing yet. Although... That would be some bullshit. She wasn't exactly down with being a secret, either way. If he didn't like it... Then whoops? I slipped! After Dawid's little spiel about 'taming the lioness', All Aguirre could do was continue to restrain herself from face palming. He needed an escort into the current century, and needed it desperately. This showed even more as he asked if she and Sawyer were engaged. "What?" She crinkled up her nose slightly. Marriage was not a topic that often crossed her mind at the moment, nor had it ever been . In fact, the mention of it now made her go all red and stuttery like she did when she didn't know how to respond. Was there a word for the phobia of tying the knot? "We ain't engaged." was the very simple answer she gave, seeming suddenly alarmed when she heard laughter. Where was it coming from? And.. something was thrown? Where the hell was Mac going? "Mac!" Aguirre called, waiting a moment while the woman neglected to respond, then getting up and running after her. She thought she recognized the voice behind that echo, and knew the ghoul would at least injure whoever was on the receiving end of her throwing knife. That was, if they weren't sitting up there with the projectile sticking out of their eye socket. Bad, bad memories. Man, and I'd almost forgotten about that, too. The Brujah followed up the fire escape, vaguely preoccupied and not quite at the Amazonian's speed. She aws forgetting something. What was it? Oh. Dawid. Fuck, he probably couldn't even get up with both of his arms in casts. And she'd wanted to ask him about Cadence, too. Hopefully he wouldn't wander away. |
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| Cid | Sunday, 13. October 2013, 18:19 Post #42 |
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"Ho-ly fuck!" The perturbed Lunatic stood up from his perch as quick as he could as the words blurted from his slightly hanging mouth. Did she just jump across the street? Was he hallucinating just now? Fucking hell, not good. And that's when he felt it. A small knife had stuck directly in his gut, right above and slightly to the left of his navel. 'When the fuck did this happen? Did she just throw this? From way the fuck down there?' Not even the Voices could respond at this as blood began to seep from the wound and stain his white t-shirt. Agustin's vision blurred as he turned to face the direction of the fire-escape he was sure Queen Kong must now be climbing up at the speed of pissed. His left hand reached for the spreading pool of vitae emerging on his belly, touching the seemingly black liquid with his fingers barely poking out of his over-sized green flannel jacket. It was cold. Colder than he expected, at least. 'Fuck, I hope Aguirre isn't as mad as this hell-bitch looked.' He couldn't sustain either any semblance of Obfuscate or his Auspex enhanced senses at all any more, as unpracticed and untrained as he was to begin with. He was shaking now, either from fear or pain, he didn't know. It couldn't have been more than several seconds as time passed, but it seemed like an eternity as he waited for that viking-wench to emerge from the edge of the rooftop to enact her apparently bloody paranoia on him. What the fuck was going on now? Did he really fuck up this bad, already? |
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| Dawid Prazmowski | Sunday, 13. October 2013, 20:42 Post #43 |
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Dawid made sure the fat one was firmly clenched between his lips as he began his slow, upwards ascent. He couldn't put any serious weight on his hands, so the only way to stand up involved a jump up, straight from the knees. Judging such a move unwise in his present condition, he began to hobble up the stairs, half-rolling, half hopping, towards the door, which could be used as a support. "Yeah... go get em, Lady Mantis" he muttered with his lips still mostly shut, noticing without surprise that Aguirre had followed after her. As a ghoul servant, he was quite used to being left to his own devices when more important Kindred matters came up. He knew what to do, too. In a mock stage direction that was directed at himself when he reached the top of the stairs, he muttered: "Mr. Prazmowski Exits." Then the agonisingly slow process of raising himself up by leaning against the wall and pushing upwards could commence. At least the joint's good. Got to come here more often. |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 13. October 2013, 23:57 Post #44 |
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Once again George was in Enfield walking the streets, dressed in his usual night camouflage garb and carrying a military backpack with some necessities in it. It had been a relatively calm night without anything remarkable. Not that I don't trust the Anarchs, but as Daddy always said, it's better doing necessary things yourself... Well, despite being an old narrow-minded bigot on most things, Daddy actually was having a point mostly... But anyway, I'm not here to have fun or anything, it's time for duty to begin... Getting in the next alley, he went up the fire escape and onto the roof of a building enabling him to watch the Eastern border. He took a folding chair, a small table, a few bottles of lager and a pair of binoculars out of the backpack. put the chair on the roof, the table next to it and the beer next to the table. Just as he took the binoculars he herd someone screaming out in anger, probably a domestic violence incident. With a small shrug he kept listening but all went quiet again pretty quick, until... Laughter ? There is someone laughing on the roof over there, it appears... Guess, I should have a look what's so funny over there, it's not like the Eastern border would suddenly sprout feet and run away, after all... With a short sigh, George left the things, hurried with blood-enhanced speed to the edge of the roof and took a jump to the roof in question where he found a young man shaking in fear with a throwing knife sticking out of him. With a slightly puzzled look he looked at Agustin, while reaching out to pull the knife out of him and trying to calm him down by speaking to him. "Don't panic. I'm here to help you, I won't harm you... Can you tell me what is going on here ?"" Edited by George Henry Harris, Monday, 14. October 2013, 00:29.
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| Mac | Monday, 14. October 2013, 19:12 Post #45 |
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Aguirre following her on the fire escape made a lot more noise than Mac did, that womans curiosly quiet feet a conundrum considering the towering stature. The fire escape stopped short of the roof of course, but she moved with a predators grace to step up onto the rail and leap to the roof, and pull herself up in a fluid and cat like movement. When she pulled up however, she did not find anything she had been expecting. She lifted and tucked her feet underneath her on the edge of the roof, rising and shifting immediately to reach into her back pocket for her flask... Mother Fucker. It was on the fucking steps by her guitar, down below. Jesus christ, bad time to be caught with her pants down Mac... Because the fucking Brujah Primogen was standing infront of whomever she'd just stabbed, attempting to remove the dagger from his... belly? Jesus. That boy must have some freaky deaky luck, because that shit had only a small chance of hitting him considering the distance. Warning shot? Not so warning apparently... Christ. Another knife in hand already, she moved so smooth and quick she wasn't even aware of the choice to slip it out from the harness beneath her clothes, her jeans looking ratty and ripped up like they had seen years of use. Truth was, they were ripped on purpose. Ripped in all the places that would let her hands slide in to pull of those small, slim weapons that decorated the leather straps along her body beneath. "What the fuck are you doing spying up here?" Well, better just pretend like it's alllll in the plan. She'd shift to try and make herself as large and in charge as she could, which, considering the towering height, and mass of waist length dreads that spilled out around her like a lions mane, was pretty large. She was already forumating strategies in her mind, none of which she felt were all that great considering who the fuck was on the roof... and that her primary weapon, was left with weed smoking Dawid on the stairs below. Mother fucker better not eat her bacon while she was gone! She'd break them arms for him again. |
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| Cid | Monday, 14. October 2013, 20:17 Post #46 |
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When Agustin looked up from the blood on his fingertips, there was someone else already on the roof with him. Not the hell-bitch he was expecting any moment, but a man easily in his forties decked out in camouflage reaching for the knife sticking out of his gut. He flinched and reflexively stepped back, despite the elder's decidedly calming words. "Fuck?" Before he could blurt out more unfiltered expletives, gorilla-girl flew up over the edge of the roof and struck an intimidating pose as if she owned the whole damned neighborhood. "The fuck?!" The words came out of his mouth now with a lot more bass than could possibly do him any good. Indignation filled his pounding mind as Tarzan's bigger sister's inquiry registered to him. "Spying!? Who the fuck are you to be spied on?!" Agustin stepped toward her, still shaking, wild eyes beginning to focus on the giantess. She wasn't really that much bigger than the Lunatic, actually. Maybe an inch or two taller, as far as he could see, but a hell of a lot more muscle than him. Still not as massive as he initially thought. He figured she was kine, at least, considering what she was snacking on earlier down on the ground. "You hear someone laugh and fucking throw a knife at it!?" The apparently brave Malk grabbed the handle jutting out of him and yanked quickly, almost mindlessly, pulling the blade out and throwing it to the floor in front of them with accompanying blood splatter. This sent a wave of pain through his body and he screamed loud enough for the entire block to hear "FUCK!" He boldly pointed at the painted bigfoot and declared "I'd be pissed if I wasn't so fucking impressed with your accuracy." Then he let out a chuckle and started to giggle as he fell to his knees, weakness overcoming him. He hadn't left the warrens to wander tonight on a full stomach, anyway. "That was like a block away, wasn't it?" He asked nobody in particular in between giggles. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Monday, 14. October 2013, 23:21 Post #47 |
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Aguirre was never particularly graceful to begin with, and this rickety wrought iron fire escape sure didn't do much to help with any stealth tactics she might have otherwise had. Mac's light footsteps reminded her that perhaps combat boots weren't appropriate for every occasion, but hey, she'd been wearing the damn things for closer to forty years. Old dogs were notoriously bad at learning new tricks, and tennis shoes? Yeah, good luck trying to force Mouse Maddox into a pair of those. "What the fuck are you doing spying up here?" "Spying? Who the fuck are you to be spied on?! You hear someone laugh and fucking throw a knife at it!?" She definitely knew that voice, and hurried to keep up with the ghoul, but she'd managed to pull herself up in much more stylish a fashion than Aguirre could muster. As her eyes managed to come up over the ledge, she blinked, then double took, and nearly lost her grip on the building. The two forms she saw standing under Mac's 'en-garde' pose nearly made her fall backwards and off the building completely, and she clung to it for dear life, fingernails digging into the brick. Getting up onto the roof level wasn't so difficult on the second go, and she stepped meekly toward the group while the Malkavian lost his cool. Dissolving into inappropriate giggles while under Mac's terrifying gaze? You're a better man than I. Behind him stood someone she was far more surprised to see, the same man who had set up their little 'family reunion' at Kingston College not so long ago. What the fuck was going on with all the familiar faces popping up everywhere? Her jaw was probably hitting the floor without her even realizing it. Agustin commended Mac's lucky throw while Aguirre was doing her best just to keep up with the situation, absorb how strange it was that either of them were here in the first place. Why were they camping out on this random ass roof in Enfield? She touched Mac's shoulder lightly, saying, "Ain't no reason to be hostile. These two ain't gonna give us trouble." The Brujah proceeded to offer Agustin a hand up. His short time in London was certainly nothing if not unpleasant so far, it seemed, and she didn't want to see the fledgling near the verge of frenzy again. She wished he was safe at Sawyer's side, the way he was supposed to be. Her eyes fell on George next, wondering what business they actually had here in Anarch land. She wasn't inclined to dislike the guy, of course, but she still didn't exactly know him enough to hazard a guess. She could see a folding chair on the roof behind this one, next to a table containing a half empty beer and a pair of binoculars. Her brow raised sharply as she asked in a pointed fashion, "What are y'all doin' here? Surely you got better things to do than play Peepin' Tom." The question was directed at them both--because at this point, she could only assume they were together, for some incredibly strange reason. Confusion was evident on her features, among other things. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 15. October 2013, 16:35 Post #48 |
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What have I gotten myself into ? Looks like a storm in a teacup and I might just complicate the whole thing... Well, I'll just deal with it and see how it evolves... George looked a bit confused as the person he just tried to help flinched and stepped back. It didn't get better, when Mac entered the scene and her and Agustin got into a screaming match as the knife was apparently hers. After producing a hip flask from his belt and taking a swig, he didn't look as confused as before. Stepping between the two to prevent them starting a fight, he calmly looked at Mac apparently not concerned about the knife she held and offering her the flask. "Why don't you take a deep breath, calm down and then we can talk about all that ? Sip of mead ?" Just then another person arrived and he knew her. Wasn't it Miss 'not convinced by your plot' ? Definitely it was her... Shame that he did not remember her name just now... Anyway, she was trying to take the aggression out of the matter which was a good thing. As she just explained that there wouldn't be any trouble he just nodded. "I won't lift a finger against any of you, if you don't force me to... Now to the reason I'm here, that's a funny story..." Pausing a moment, he thought about how to put it in a mostly non-upsetting way. That took awhile then he spoke with a small smile. "You see, I just happened to be close, I heard someone scream, a burst of laughter and just as I get here to have a bit of a look, I see him with a knife sticking out of him..." |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 00:04 Post #49 |
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Again, Agustin looked up from the floor of the rooftop where he had thrown down the bloodied knife to see yet another face, much more pleasant than the last two; Aguirre- offering him a helping hand to stand back up. He smiled shyly and might have blushed if he still had the blood for it. Gently, awkwardly, he waved her hand away, meaning to politely decline the offering, his fingers lightly brushed against hers accidentally. With a slight bit of visible effort, he rose to his feet once more, still looking downward somewhat. He addressed the object of his unintentional stalking "Um, sorry, Aguirre. I didn't mean to cause a stir..." The bass had dropped from his voice and he sounded more like his usual self, a quiet young man's voice with a touch of just-gone-through-puberty quality to it. He looked away from her out of embarrassment and started to move toward a more lighted section of the rooftop so as to check the damage done to his person by moonlight. "Aw, man... This shirt is ruined now..." The Lunatic grumbled to himself as he examined the article in question by light of the moon. He pulled his arms in through his previously unbuttoned flannel jacket and dropped it behind him on the rooftop. Then he pulled the bloodied shirt itself up off of his torso and over his head, inadvertently smearing a tiny amount of his own vitae on his left cheek. One foot forward, head and shoulders arched in a position to better look down at his belly, Agustin took the t-shirt in one hand and began to wipe away at the mess on his abdomen; wound already mostly closed thanks to his vampiric nature. Pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight, his body tense from the pain and stress of the situation, he finished cleaning himself quickly enough, leaving a light pink hue to the bottom part of his torso. Without the usual baggy clothes disguising his physique, Agustin was actually very well built. Strong shoulders and arms covered in barely visible freckles, little to no fat and well-defined, though not solid muscle. A lack of chest and belly hair left in plain view all the curves and definition of his body. Sweat pants, as he was prone to keep, now the only thing covering his dignity probably revealed other noticeable features underneath. Eyes closed as he focused blood to fix what may remain damaged within his abdomen, he made for a vision not unlike a cover to a vampire themed erotic novel; bright moon in the background, shirtless, rippling muscles as he stood looking away from the rest of the characters. Awkward seconds passed by until he reopened his eyes and picked his jacket up again to quickly cover himself back up, for the most part. Flannel still left unbuttoned, torso now half-exposed to both the cold air and the eyes of the group. He now found it a challenge to say anything else, barely cognizant, he remained standing awkwardly, bathed by the moon, looking down at the ground. He waited for someone to say something that hopefully didn't require any input from the dazed Malkavian. Maybe he could just slip away while nobody was looking and avoid the rest of this whole mess? |
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| Mac | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 22:33 Post #50 |
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“I'd be pissed at you spying if I wasn't so impressed with your CRAP LUCK. Seriously, that was intended as a warning shot, can't help my accuracy.” She gave a completely non committal shrug of one shoulder, a slight lift of her chin at the poor fucking crazy kid she'd stabbed. His giggles struck a nerve in her, as she tended to also laugh when shit went down bloody... course, her laughter was significantly less, luny. She'd step away from his tainted blood though, suspecting the worst about Agustin, and to let Aguirre get up on the roof and in between everything. George's offer of Mead was both friendly and on the money for Mac's tastes. She took the flask, lamenting for a moment that it wasn't something harder and considerably more flammable. Why was the fanger drinking something he couldn't digest though? Just reminiscing about his old life, when he could actually get drunk off this shit? She gave it a sniff, wondering if it was laced with something particularily poisonous. She had a badass constitution for a lot of shit, but she -could- die, as she'd recently been so kindly reminded of. She tipped it back anyways, and would swish it around in her mouth . “George...” Yeah, she knew who the fuck he was. She was a Hunter in a city of assholes, she knew who all the big heads were. “Why are you spying in Anarch territory? Close by on a roof top? Really...” Her incredulos gaze blazed with a hazel daggers, trying to put George on the spot and make him uncomfortable... As the crazy kid started getting naked. Woah, kid had a nice muscular structure. Not what she was expecting. His knitting of his would was clean and quick, and that was something she could appreciate, as she wished she had more expedient healing. Quick yeah, even for a ghoul, but not at the speed of the fucking fangers. Yeah, she could be jealous of that shit. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 04:15 Post #51 |
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George's explanation for being here was... Not at all actually explanatory. One would think the primogen would be a better liar, unless they counted the fact that he was the Brujah primogen. Lying wasn't exactly what the Rabble did--in fact, at he assembly held, she experienced nothing but blatant disrespect being thrown to and fro like candy from a parade float; that wasn't even to mention the chair swinging, bone breaking violence she wanted no part in at that particular point in time. Her brethren were apparently a fairly rabid bunch, though considering she'd just finished scuffling with Mac over the phrase 'kettle drums', maybe the apple hadn't fallen so far from the crazy tree. However, the ghoul's assumption that he was spying on the Anarchs? Highly unlikely. George couldn't have given any fewer fucks about them, not when she knew who he really wanted drawn and quartered. He'd made his feelings on the Sabbat perfectly clear when he asked she and the rest of her clansmen to join him in arms against them. At first, she'd assumed he just wanted cannon fodder to throw into the fray; seeing him on the job, playing lone wolf on the battlefield, erased that thought quickly. Maybe he was just passionate about destroying the Sword members of London. Either way, there was no doubt in her mind that the lanky soldier before her wasn't there to spy on the sorriest, most disorganized sect in the city. Anarch land didn't pose a threat to the Camarilla while their baron was mostly absent and half of them had no idea who their fellows were. "There ain't nothin' here worth spyin' on, Mac, and you know it. His chair wasn't even facin' our direction. I'm tellin' you, quit with the threatenin' act 'fore you cause an unnecessary problem." After she'd finished addressing the Amazonian, her bronze eyes turned on George. Aguirre stepped forward with nonthreatening posture, hand out to shake his own. "Nice to see you're as true to your job as you said. Good to run into you again, Mister George." Hopefully things could calm down somewhat now, pushing past the issue. It did look a little questionable for him to be here, but that was mostly due to unfortunate timing. The Malkavian was... Undressing? Aguirre wasn't sure, since she'd averted her gaze as soon as there was any hint at the shirt being pulled over his head. She could have just taken him home to the Warrens if he really wanted to change, but whatever tripped his looney ass trigger. She wasn't exactly a fan of naked flesh herself, especially not when it was cold and dead. Part of what made she and Sawyer work so well was the fact that neither of them felt the need to vacate their clothing. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Thursday, 17. October 2013, 05:42.
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| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 18:37 Post #52 |
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Whoever that is, she has the balls to accuse me of spying... A spy, me... Wouldn't it be that ridiculous I'd have to be throwing her off this roof for that... Taking the flask and putting it away again, he looked at Mac for a while as if thinking about what to say. Then his angry glare faded into disappointment and he shook his head as he spoke. "You may know my post but not the actual me, otherwise you would know who is my enemy and who isn't and refrain from such a dangerous choice of words... What I'm doing here, Mac, is my business and perhaps that of my brothers and sisters but I'm not forced to explain every step I do to anyone, be it prince, baron or you... So I'd ask you politely to listen to the words of your friend..." He then took Aguirres hand and shook it, while lookingat her as if trying to remember something. The he odded to her words with a smile. "Wouldn't have much sense to gather the clan if I wasn't, would it ? I'm no politician after all... While it is a pleasure to see you again, I might have not quite got your name at the meeting, miss... And don't call me mister, please... My friends and family call me just George..." |
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| Mac | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 23:42 Post #53 |
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“Never seen such weird relationship between Cammies and Anarchs. Usually it's fuck off and stay out of my zone, here it's like you're all god damned buddies to go for a beer and kareoke. Fucked up. It's a good thing I don't actually give a shit. Cheers, I got some rippin' to do.” She would then move to jump off the roof back down to where she came from. She didn't like Camarilla, and hanging out on a roof top with the Brujah Primogen sounded like a bad call for a girl with a mouth like her. She'd do the smart thing and pull the fuck out. Most often the Camarilla was trying to crush the Anarch movement and reabsorb all it's members, what the fuck were they all doing out here so snuggly and friendly? Her feet would land smoothly on the metal fire escape below, creating a strangely quiet impact as she bent at the toes, knees and waist to crouch into the drop. She always moved the same way, predatory and eerily stalker like. She'd then just made her way down the fire escape to go back to where she came from, wanting to finish her bacon and pick up her set list that had been interupted by all the randomness of the night. She was also kinda on a pride high for hitting that crazy kid on the roof from such a distance, who'd have thought? Hah, right in the belly too. Had he been alive, he wouldn't be now. Where the fuck had she lost her joint to?! Edited by Mac, Thursday, 17. October 2013, 23:42.
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| Jelena | Friday, 18. October 2013, 03:37 Post #54 |
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Hunting had been a bitch today! Most of those useless fucks running around had been seriously intoxicated and thereby played it safe by staying off the acceptable targets list. Two of them had had their shit together well enough that Ellen had only noticed literally in the last possible moment. Well, at leaast that meant she'd had some punching bags already. At least something and it helped not being too pissed while on the lookout. She wandered along the streets. Not too much happening, and those who were there? Not first choice, not second choice, fuck, third would already mean she was lenient with her criteria. The brujah spotted a man in the distance. Stood on the pavement, looked at something. Didn't move from his spot. Good boy! Closed in, finally able to take in some details. Middle to late twenties, looked clean so far, not too well dressed, but also not wearing rags, alone, distracted. A decent lower category two, even if he scored a solid six to seven on her finger scale at this point. Beggars couldn't be choosers and this was as good as they came! No one to be seen in the area? check! She thought she had heard voices flare up somewhere around, but there was no one to be seen, so she dropped it. However, a look at what the guy was looking at would be interesting. Ellen spotted a cable and something that looked like a guitar case as well as... bacon? Who the hell left this stuff lying around was this some sort of free for all 'See if my homebrew drug cocktail really works' shit? Ah, what the hell! She walked up to him and gave him a nice stronmg shove towards a small alleyway leading to one of the back entrances of one of the houses or so she assumed. "Excuse me, what the hell was-" He didn't get much further than that as a blow to the stomach pressed the air out of his lungs and almost made him fall over. "No foreplay for you, not in the mood." Ellen grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the dark way after her and quickly sank her fangs into his neck to drain some of the life she needed to stay functional from the human. |
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| Cid | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 21:07 Post #55 |
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Agustin had been standing still there on the half moonlit rooftop for what seemed like quite a while, waiting for an opening to say something or just fucking leave. Sadly, no such opportunity presented itself, so the Lunatic, feeling cold and disliking to linger in an awkward situation for too long, figured he might as well do something about it. Thinking it a bad idea to leave a rag with his blood on it anywhere out in the open for kine to pick up and investigate, he first picked his ruined shirt up and stuffed it into his pants pocket, then began to shuffle to the remaining kindred among his surrounding. Tonight really hadn't panned out as well as he'd hoped, but he didn't want to stay cooped up in Sawyer's room like some kind of pet for too long, no matter how safe it was in that damn fortress down there. If he had any luck at all, it was certainly the bad sort, fucking damn well deserved some good about now, as far as he reckoned. But this clusterfuck of a conundrum he had somehow created would have to be dealt with first and foremost. With grim resolve, he finally approached the two Brujah and tried to gain their attention by simply being there. "So, um... Yeah. Sorry again, Aguirre. Didn't mean to run into ya like this. And you too, George, was it? Nice meeting ya, I guess. Though this obviously wouldn't be my choice of introduction. Um... I'll prolly just go now, then." He almost muttered at them, just loud enough for them to both hear him. With one little joking addition of "I'd apologize to her too, down there, but I don't supposed it'd do any good..." with a halfhearted chuckle, he turned back towards the fire escape to make his exit, much as Dawid seemed to do ages ago apparently. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 23:10 Post #56 |
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"I'm Aguirre", she said by way of reintroduction, though she may not have ever had a chance to formally introduce herself at the clan gathering. She may not have actually wanted to, considering how nervous she was to be there at all. His preference of 'not Mister' was noted with a smirk, and she let his hand go. Of course, it was at this point that Mac chose to head back to her guitar, and Agustin awkwardly followed suit not too long after, shirt stuffed into his pocket. With a raised brow she watched them both go, gaze drawing back to George, who was probably still somewhat put off by the sudden assault on his.. What was this? A stakeout? Either way, maybe he'd want to get back to it, but if they were going to be in the range of his binoculars anyway, it was only polite to invite him to join the pow wow. "Looks like the clowns got bored.. You're more than welcome to join us down below, s'gotta be less conspicuous than your crows nest now that my loud mouthed companions made so much damn noise. Anyway, not a big fan of heights, myself.." she muttered, eyeing the ledge of the building like it was the devil. Vertigo was certainly not a good friend of hers. "That is, unless you like it better up here", she added somewhat teasingly. With that, she turned and walked away, making a careful leap down to the top level of the fire escape. No use in saying good-bye when neither of them were really going anywhere, after all. Aguirre started to climb down, and at the second level of steps, she heard something directly below. "Excuse me, what the hell was-" Then the sound of air harshly leaving lungs, and words belonging to a familiar voice. There was no way, no way she was stumbling upon yet another acquaintance. However, just as the thought crossed her mind and she made the conscious effort to look over the railing... Yep, she knew that blonde head, though not by name. She also knew that the blonde head was trouble, and that she and George didn't get on particularly well. She sighed heavily. Oh dear. |
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| Mr.Gar | Sunday, 20. October 2013, 02:31 Post #57 |
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"Everybody knows the dice are loaded... Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed... " The voice in the alley behind Jelena is a raspy baritone, a gravelly almost unpleasant sound. A short figure stands in the shadows, watching her punch the mortal in the stomach. Watching her go for the kill. The figure wears a long coat that hangs almost the ground. A pair of hands rest upon a tall cane of some black material topped with a steel ball. A bowler cap is pulled low over the man's face. The 5' tall figure simple stands in the darkness, watching. A pair of glowing red eyes shining from under the brim of the hat. He hears the others coming down from the roof, but at the moment, he doesn't care. "Everybody knows the war is over... Everybody knows the good guys lost..." The eerie little man continues to sing, a faint smirk on lips surrounded by a short white beard. The wind blowing across him carries an odd scent. Graveyard bones, old blood and dry dirt. A smell to raise the hackles of mortal men and women who come across him. The scent of death. Mr. Gar has just arrived in town. Hasn't even found out where the Baroness makes her nest yet. But he'd smelled spilled blood, mortal, kindred and other on the wind and walked over.. also bacon... His leathery fingers tapped on the steel cane topper as he watched the Kindred and wondered, how would she react. |
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| Mac | Sunday, 20. October 2013, 06:00 Post #58 |
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She came down from the scaffolding in time to see jalena push some poor mother fucker into the alley downside the building she was routing power to her guitar through. What the fuck was wrong with this street, and how did it become fanger central? Oh hey! Her joint! She picked it up in time to hear that poor mans exclaimations, and would then saunter passed with a casual glance. She wasn't going to the guys rescue, she didn't want the trouble. To many fucking witnesses crowded in this area, and she didn't have a decent tool set. What, was she a hero of the people, fuck no she was -not-. She lit her joint as she moved to pick up the battered old guitar from where it had slid down the stairs to, settling down to provide the chick down the alley a little serenade for her snack. She caught the voice at the end of the alley drifting down distantly, Mr. gau at the other end, talking about dice. She puffed at the joint, Inhailing deeply and observing her flask and plate of half finished bacon. With this many fanged nightmares around, was it smart to even stick around? She should probably pack up and go, just GFTO. Aguirre knew George and the luny bin kid on the roof. Maybe it was safer in that case? All the eyes. "Masq breech... La te da." She'd stuff some more bacon in her mouth, and settle the fuck down on the steps once more to finish her fucking joint, and rip out some Johnny B Good. Jesus Christ, what a night. She was looking for a bit of down time, whose down time was getting into a fight and then stabbing someone from a half a block away? Hahahaha, shit luck that kid had. Edited by Mac, Sunday, 20. October 2013, 06:26.
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| Jelena | Tuesday, 22. October 2013, 05:47 Post #59 |
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Ellen turned. Slowly. The mortal just dropped to the floor as she positioned herself between her meal for today and whoever the fuck thought it was funny to play Mr. Ominous here. The light shone in her direction and highlighted the words on her black T-shirt. 'I am over 40, please help me get across the road !' She looked at the unknown dwarvish figure, growling at him. Whatever fuck that was, this was her meat-ticket for today, if he wanted it, he'd have to fight her for it! She looked this guy over through quinted eyes, her fangs bared. Guy got a cane. Didn't matter, she could get past it. And even if she didn't. Still wouldn't allow this fucker to take her stuff. Worth being seriously mauled for ? Not really buit rational thinking was not what Ellen was known for in situations like these. Had her hands, had her fangs. Would be enough. Had to be. Still snarling at the newcomer, she got her act together enough to actually give him a heads-up on stuff. "Want the guy? Piss off! Want something else? Make it quick!" Now he knew the deal and she continued getting into a favourable defensive position in case he tried something stupid. Prey? Covered. Back? Covered. Sides? More or less covered. Not much more she could do than wait for his answer. Spoken or completely different. Her inner demons were looking forward to get her engaged, but Gar would have to make his trespassing clear, his violation of her property rights known. They hoped he did. And so did a part of Ellen as well. |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 22. October 2013, 20:04 Post #60 |
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Looking at Cid first with a friendly smile George just nodded as he mentioned this not being his preferred way of introduction. "George it is indeed... And I honestly don't favour introductions which involves harm and shed blood either..." Then he turned to Aguirre still wearing the smile. "Nice to meet you, Aguirre..." Smirking he listened to her invitation, then looked back to the other roof for a moment. "I guess the Eastern border doesn't run away and the scum can actually wait, it's not that they'd actually do something tonight, I think... So I'll accept your invitation. Only question is whether I should get over there again to get my things and the beer or not..." Hearing a familiar voice down there he tensed for a moment, before he seemed to think about the matter. Then he nodded and seemed to speak to himself. "I think we could use the beer... I'll get to you shortly, just going to get my stuff..." |
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