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| Topic Started: Thursday, 17. October 2013, 19:49 (2,521 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 19:49 Post #1 |
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Rosewood Manor. This was the place where the group had been invited to at 3 hours after sundown via a letter written in Round Hand calligraphy and black ink thrown into the letterboxes... So there they were standing in front of a big Baroque-style mansion having gotten through the ornate iron fence and past the guard house on the outside. As they arrived at the door, a large wooden door with iron fittings flanked by two rows of pillars carrying a small ornate balcony shielding the door from sun and rain. After a while the portal was opened by a black man in a butlers suit, gesturing them with a deep bow to enter. Inside they were confronted with big rooms with high ceilings and large windows, marble floors, copies of famous paintings and large gobelins on the walls, big marble statues standing in corners and near the staircases and colourful frescos on the ceilings. As they shut the door, the butler adressed them. "If the gentlemen and ladies would please follow me to the Waiting Room ? It might take a while for the Lady of the Manor to be ready to greet you. If you wish, I can have refreshments brought while you wait..." Edited by George Henry Harris, Thursday, 17. October 2013, 20:00.
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| Lacy Campling | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 22:31 Post #2 |
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Lacy wasn't exactly beside herself with joy. She was musing over the build oftthe house as much to pass time as anything. Clearly it was an older house which could mean any number of things, up to and including the owner simply preferred older architecture. Her musings were interrupted when the door opened, again it did not tell her much, though she did enter against her better judgement. Her eyes strayed towards the art work along the walls. Whoever was here had expsensive taste, or like to pretend they did anyway. Lacy suddenly felt bit under dressed. But, at least casual attire allowed one to move, when compared to some of the fashion on display. Lacy shook her head at the offer. "I don't require any refreshment at the moment, thank you." She was aware what could be in any offered refreshments, and was not going to take that chance unless she had to. |
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| MrHat | Friday, 18. October 2013, 10:13 Post #3 |
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As the butler invited everyone to enter, a slender Asian man followed in with the rest of the crowd, gathered for the event. He was tall and slim and wearing a gray trench coat and black pants. He was past his middle years with streaks of white in his hair, and a long scar from his eyebrow to his cheek. As he entered the house, Lau looked around at all the extravagant decorations, feeling a touch of sadness. He had chosen how to live his life. He had given up on things like these. No home, no ties, no unburned bridges. ... but, looking at the splendor of this display, he felt a pang of regret for that choice. He could have had this. If only he was willing to eat a little crow and give up on his pride. The Ventrue in him screamed in torment. He walked into the room and settled himself by leaning against a wall in one of the corner, out of the line of sight by windows. There he waited patiently. Like a spider in his web. |
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| Ronnie | Friday, 18. October 2013, 11:11 Post #4 |
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Ronnie was on time and entered the house together with the other poeple. What an old posh house, it must cost a fortune to keep that building looking nice. As ever Ronnie was wearing cheap no name clothes, everything in black, the jeans, trainers and a hoodie sweater. The Brujah followed the butler into the waiting room. "No, thanks, nothing for me." Of course Ronnie didn´t come here hungry, he had been hunting in advance. He wondered if they really were supposed to steal something. Must be something really special. Stealing wasn´t Ronnie´s thing normally, but this would be just a one-off, and he needed some money. So that´s why he was wearing black - stealing very likely meant sneaking around and not wanting to be seen, and black was the best colour for that in the night. Maybe they weren´t supposed to start on the job immediatly this night, but if they did, then he was dressed for the job. He had a short look at the other people, but didn´t start a conversation. He wasn´t in a talkative mood now, and maybe the others weren´t either, so why bother. This wasn´t a tea party - luckily. The Asian seemed to prefer standing while waiting, but Ronnie didn´t, so he sat down on the next best chair, carefully. He always felt out of place and sligthly at unease in such posh surroundings, very careful not to break anything, as anything there would be expensive to replace. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Friday, 18. October 2013, 22:35 Post #5 |
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At least the place is pretty. Aguirre had always loved the architecture of old houses, so to show up to what was a Goliath mansion? Yeah, this was a good time already. She didn't know what it was they were supposed to be lifting yet, but she bet that ripping this place off for everything it was worth would earn she and Sawyer a pretty penny. Just looking at the place made her wish she'd scoped it out and rented a moving van, maybe called a couple friends to join her. However, from what she'd heard, the payment for the job itself was larger than life in the same way this manor was. Perhaps her inner blue collar criminal needed to chill out for a moment, lest she get ahead of herself. One thing that made her fairly wary were the people who had showed up before her, and were presumably going to be sharing this job. Without her Nosferatu counterpart, about the only person she trusted to back her up on these sorts of excursions was herself, and that simply wasn't a very promising prospect. Then again, she'd have to learn how to get on with people outside of her social circle eventually, right? The place was even more impressive on the inside than it was on the outside; never in her live, save maybe at a museum or two, had she gotten to experience such a collection of incredibly superfluous stuff. She imagined it would be nice to have around as eye candy, but she'd be damned if she ever got rich just to spend her cash on statues and paintings. Anyway, who needed their very own waiting room? It had apparently been inaccurate to think that such a thing belonged only to the doctor's office. The people who accompanied her into the manor were.. interesting, for sure. She knew one of them, a member of her very own Brujah family, but the others were new to her. The man with the scar down his face looked somewhat menacing, but maybe that was just the way his skin twisted around the scar? And that girl, she was cute, if a little unhappy to be here. Why take interest in a job if you weren't going to enjoy it? The butler offered refreshments, and Aguirre gave him an appreciative nod before saying, "Naw, sweetie, but thank you anywho," in agreement with the others, then stepping into the waiting room behind the rest. Boy, this place was a real beauty. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Friday, 18. October 2013, 22:36.
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 18. October 2013, 23:40 Post #6 |
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The butler nodded, frowning shortly as he heard Aguirres accent and choice of words, then he retreated to the door with a deep bow. "As you wish, please make yourself comfortable, it shouldn't take long..." With these words he bowed again and left the room, where the group was now alone with themselves and the interior. The waiting room was a small corridor-like room with two marble statues flanking the door, expensive-looking Chinese wallpaper, a copy of Botticellis 'Primavera' on the wall and a shelf full of Collected Works bound in black leather comprising Aristoteles, Shakespeare, Karl May, Heine, Goethe, Schiller, Dumas, Tolstoi, Dostoyevsky and surprisingly the Children's and Household Tales of the Brothers Grimm. Above the door to the next room a big watch ticked to show the passing of time. For guests there was a row of round black leather club chairs opposite to the shelf and the painting. |
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| MrHat | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 11:55 Post #7 |
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Lau looked around the room and spent a few moments examining his companions. Then he left his corner and walked to the book shelf, browsing over the titles. His thoughts were on the people behind him. He had never met them and did not know them. He did not know what they could do, what their skills were and what their weaknesses were. That would have to change soon. But not here. He did not like sharing information in a closed space. Someone could be listening. " After we leave here. " He spoke to them from behind his back " it would be good to get to chat for a bit. " He slowly and carefully picked up the Brothers' Grim story book and flipped through the pages. |
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| Lacy Campling | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 15:32 Post #8 |
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Lacy watched their only host leave them to their own devices. The whole thing struck her as a bit odd, and she spent a moment or two contemplating why they were here. They really hadn't been told anything upon arrival, it was easy enough to lie via the written word. As they did have some time on their hands, it seemed she browsed the titles, but, she did not pick one up herself. She did take a look around the room, and the other people in it, before seating herself. Catching the title of the book in Lau's hand she had to ask. "Is that the edited version or the original? The amount of death in interesting ways should tip you off." Which was true, Lacy had an unedited copy, mostly bought out of curiosity. "I don't think the Disney versions much liked Cinderella's step sisters slicing off their own toes to fit in the glass slipper." They were stuck here, and idle chat beat the deafening silence they would be in otherwise. Although, she too was under the impression conversation should be kept at a casual level. |
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| Ronnie | Saturday, 19. October 2013, 16:11 Post #9 |
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At least one familiar face, another Brujah. Of the other two he knew nothing, not even if they were humans or vampires. Ronnie wondered what he was getting himself into. Was there still a chance to say no, if the conditions sounded a bit iffy? Why not, they surely wouldn´t force him into anything? What was that woman talking about? About the book the Asian was looking at? Did they have fairy tale books here, that was a bit of a surprise. So what kind of chat did the Asian want, but in any case not now. Better to know first what this was all about, then they very likely would have to talk anyway, even if just to decide how to approach this whole task. Not much use to talk about it before they even knew what the task exactly was. Ronnie leaned back and went on standby, still taking in what happened but otherwise just waiting for the important stuff to happen. Now there was nothing really important yet. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Tuesday, 22. October 2013, 16:01 Post #10 |
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Normally, Aguirre would automatically have been eyeing the book collection, scanning titles to see if the owner's general interests would show in the volumes put on display. She wouldn't go so far as to pull them off the shelves, though--after all, books were sacred items, ones that she respected in particular. That respect extended to the attachment and perhaps protectiveness that one might feel over them, especially when a stranger was rifling through them without permission. This was an offense she might not have taken lightly, were she the manor owner. Considering that she sacked people's homes for a living, it might have been hypocritical, but she had a strangely personal relationship with her own volumes. The butler seemed proper enough. Give a guy a little friendliness, and watch his expression turn so sour? Yeah, fantastically happy human being. Anyway, the 'chat' that Scarface wanted to have wasn't something she really wanted to participate in at this point in time. She didn't want to talk about Cinderalla, either, 'cause any asshole with the slightest interest in fairy tales knew Disney had it all wrong. Or... Maybe that was just her assumption, since she'd read her own copy of Grimm stories a thousand times. Aguirre may have been just a little bitter at the moment, considering she had hoped to be able to work somewhat independently on this job. What were these people's specialties, anyway? She stayed near the door, back to the closest wall, eyes down. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Tuesday, 22. October 2013, 16:07.
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 23. October 2013, 15:19 Post #11 |
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Just at that moment someone sort of appeared in the room. This time it wasn't the butler but a white-haired man in a black jumpsuit. He was 4' 8 tall, unusually muscular and looked to be about 50. After knocking on the door loudly so he had the whole attention of the group, he looked at them with a stern glance and gestured them to follow him. Without waiting for a signal of them he turned around, opened the door and slowly marched out of the room at a pace they could easily follow. It was noteworthy that apparently he did neither use the door Aguirre leaned next to not the other and he didn't say a word. All he did was being there, announcing his presence and lead them out, if they chose to follow him... |
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| MrHat | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 15:23 Post #12 |
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Lau did not reply to the woman's question. This was not the time and place to talk. He gently and carefully placed the book back on the shelf as it was at the moment that the new guy appeared. One of the hounds. Not the pack leader, but professional. Pack leaders did not get guard/escort duty. No words, no small talk, and the right choice of entrance. Straight to the point. Inwardly, Lau smiled, though his face remained devoid of expression. He could respect this kind of welcome wagon. So he followed without hesitation a few steps behind the hound. |
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| Lacy Campling | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 20:15 Post #13 |
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Lacy was about to starting pacing around the room when the door opened or what ever it was that opened, there was more than one kind of door, after all. When she saw who came to gather them, she had some idea of who in fact had asked them here. Well, not who perhaps but she could guess with a fair amount of certainty. They were either in the home of some one rich or old enough to feed their eccentrics. Either way it meant she was going to have to be on her guard. Her eyes narrowed slightly, just for a moment, before she was careful to relax her features. No need to let any one else who may be waiting for them have any idea what she was in fact thinking about. Lacy climbed to her feet and headed out, although she was careful to keep an eye on the surroundings as they made their way to.. where it was they were going. |
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| Ronnie | Thursday, 24. October 2013, 22:55 Post #14 |
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Ronnie noticed the strange looking guy come in. How did he come in here? Not through any of the doors at least. Did they work with tricks here? Maybe the owner was a Tremere, the Tremere could do a lot of magic, just that nobody really knew what exactly, that clan was so secretive about it. But that was understandable, even a normal magician wouldn´t tell anybody his tricks, for example how he managed to get a bunny out of his top-hat. That guy was a curiosity, and compared to him even Ronnie looked tall. Whatever next? Ronnie got up and followed. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Monday, 28. October 2013, 23:52 Post #15 |
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Creepy little fucker. Aguirre straightened up immediately when the small, husky man seemed to come out of no where, nearly jumping out of her skin when he knocked. She gave an involuntary scowl as he turned around, not bothering with any kind of formalities. He hadn't uttered a single word, just expected them to follow, apparently. Either he was one rude customer, or he was mute--but heck, those certainly weren't all the options, just the first two off the top of her head. She was the last one out behind the rest, not sticking particularly close to the group as she followed. Where were they going, anyway? Was the man in the jumpsuit a ghoul, perhaps, or just another servant like that snooty fucking butler? Either way, they were at least being led to meet their employer... Hopefully. |
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| George Henry Harris | Saturday, 2. November 2013, 00:53 Post #16 |
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Their guide continued to walk and as Aguirre scowled at him a small smile seemed to show on his face before quickly vanishing again to make room for a blank expression. Passing through the door the journey led them through a long corridor with a black marble floor, gobelins depicting battle scenes on the walls and prominently displayed on every gobelin and on the carvings above the doors a coat of arms. The corridor seemed to lead into regions under the surface, curving like a spiral and almost unnoticingly sloping downward. Soon the windows were replaced by lamps and small openings in the walls. As they reached a metal door, he gestured them to wait and signed something to the guard standing at the door. After that the man disappeared through a side door and a whistle sounded. A few minutes later an Asian woman in a black trouser suit emerged from the same door, greeted the group with a nod and a wide smile and then turned to the guard which opened the door and then saluted them as they passed through. After the metal door, the walls and ceiling were naked grey concrete resembling an underground bunker. While they were walking their new guide turned to them with a cheerful smile. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Winnie and I'll be your guide for the duration of the stay. If you have any questions up to this point, just ask and I'll answer them as good as I can..." |
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| Lacy Campling | Saturday, 2. November 2013, 04:36 Post #17 |
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Lacy made her way down the hall, trying not to think about where their current guide might be from. It may have been nothing but the man's appearance sit her on edge slightly, clearly this whole thing had been staged by some one wanting to make an impression, but, they took a lot effort. Either they were bored or off in the head, she hoped it was the second. She arched an eyebrow slightly as they neared the metal door. Those were never a good sign. It was unlikely some one would go though all that trouble to kill a random group of people, but, it was not out of the question, not with the security and the change of guards. She kept her thoughts to herself as the woman spoke. Instead, she took a look around the room, she thought about leaning casually on the wall, but who knew what that might do, so she stood as casually as one might in what looked a lot like a bunker and pondered just what she had gotten herself into. |
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| MrHat | Saturday, 9. November 2013, 12:19 Post #18 |
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Lau's eyes darted around, taking in the details. the tapestries, the metal door, and now this Winnie. This was so melodramatic, he suspected that Elders were behind it. He hated Elders. But Winnie now ; she was an unexpected variable. First they gave them the Hound for their guide, and now her for the second guide. They were not here on a tour. They were here for business, and yet their employer kept stalling by throwing these theatrical delays in their face. One guide could have been... acceptable, but two was pushing it. So, what was the point behind these delays ? Why was their Employer making them jump through henchmen on a tour of this place when he/she could have just as easily met them in the sitting room ? Because they were being tested. The Employer was doing this to them to see how they would respond, and evaluate them. To see if they were the right people for this job. Something else occurred to him. On first impressions, Winnie was someone who was not very bright. Stupid smile, stupid posture, stupid stance. But if she was as stupid as she presented herself, she never would have earned her place in this 'restricted' part of the complex where the Hound had no access. She was not a guide, just pretending to be one, to annoy them some more. So what was she ? " A question. " Lau said. " Are you the Employer ?" |
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| Ronnie | Sunday, 10. November 2013, 19:11 Post #19 |
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Was here some hidden bunker in this house, at least they were soon underground, it seemed. And now there was even a steel door or whatever metal that might be. Ronnie looked at the woman that appeared and introduced herself as Winnie. Was that her real name, he wondered. Sounded more like an alias. God, didn´t they make it complicated. Now even a saluting guard. Was that owner trying to impress them with that entourage of servants? Just Winnie would have been quite enough, they could have done without the butler and the little muscular bloke. Oh yeah, and now it really looked like a bunker. This little tour here wasn´t gonna continue until the middle of the earth, was it? This was beginning to get decidedly weird, if not to say annoying. They were not the new toys of some old Malkavian now hopefully. That was something that Ronnie wouldn´t fancy at all. Soon it might be them greeting and guiding the next guests? Better not to think of something like that. Trapped in here forever, what a wonderful thought. We didn´t come here for a guided tour really, he almost said. For now he could supress the urge to say that or some other snappy comment, but Ronnie was beginning to get fed up with this performance. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Wednesday, 13. November 2013, 06:45 Post #20 |
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Leave it to Scarface to ask questions the most obvious questions. So far this experience was as obscure and black market, back alley trade as it got. The fact that they had to be walked down to the Hive was no comforting factor, and the heavy door that shut noisily behind them, they continued into a new room. It was of simple design, clean cement walls made for spraying clean, and her eyes found the floor to look for a drain or a water hookup. This room was blank and lifeless, grey, and being this far under ground made her feel as though a previously nonexistent case of taphephobia was tugging at the folds of her mind to find a way out. This cement room was just a casket buried deep underground. Suffice it to say that Aguirre wasn't pleased to be led to what could be described as the perfect killing room, but she didn't make it quite so obvious as Lau did. Winnie wasn't their employer. Winnie was a tool used to distract from Mister X, feed them a little information they could use on the job. The employer certainly wouldn't show themselves yet, would they? No, this client in particular had a real flare for the dramatic, loved building up the fascination, like laying bricks until the last small view of Fortunado's contorted face was visible as Montresor's torch fell. Okay, maybe it wasn't quite dramatic enough for Poe... But she sure as shit didn't wanna find herself sealed into any walls tonight, and this felt more than a little suspicious. |
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