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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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The Chess Hub; AU , open
Topic Started: Sunday, 3. November 2013, 16:46 (303 Views)
Frederick
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Whispered Poison
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There is a place in every school for the numerous groups of the social strata to congregate. indeed there are few other instances in life where this many groups congregate on this little space and survive in mostly peaceful coexistence. Even better, from some points of view, would be blissful ignorance of each others dealings, yet this was shattered by the announcements in front of the school every morning.

This morning had been no different in that regard, except that the mousey science teacher Mr Ohdweer -- whom students generally called some variant of OhQueer behind his back -- announced the first meeting of the chess club for this term. He stuttred a bit making that announcement, standing on a chair which he had brought along for the occasion to be able to reach the microphone. Giggles of the student body had been firmly supressed by a glare from the headmisstress standing behind him. There would be No Fun Made of the small teachers height on Her Glaring Watch.

Except that Mr Ohdweer seemed to be aware of her presence more than the students in first row. His ears had taken on the nice raspberry color they did when something got to him at least. And the stutter had gotten worse. Far worse.

Nerds welcome the invitation screamed. Well... if there was a jock wanting to come he would be made welcome of course. The Chess sets were all lined up in an English Classroom with a wall of texts to be perused on one side, windows on the other and a big blackboard at the front. It was not a classroom, Mr. Ohdweer knew, but one he had borrowed from Miss Richards, the English English teacher. Clocks were set up. A few chess sets were set up.

Only students were missing yet. Mr. Ohdweer was fidgeting.
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Marthereau
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Steps rang out through the corridor. They were coming towards the door, coming for... him ? Those were no pupil's steps, though. Too big, too brisk, too directed. They were a sharp contrast to the usual aimless trot and shuffle that normally filled the halls outside. Closing in on the door, the steps halted and the door finally opened and revealed the figure of... Mr Oliveira. The Director of Music peered into the room and then down into the mug in his hand, as if he wanted to make sure it was still there and -most importantly- not empty. His affection for coffee was well-known, as his ability to always have a full mug with him wherever he went, no matter how far he was from the next coffee dispenser. He took a swig from the mug and walked in.

"All set, but still no crowd tumbling in. Almost looks like morning assembly is overrun today. Hopefully the headmaster doesn't get into one of her disciplinary speeches again."

Not that she wasn't nice under the right circumstances, but there were a few things she was known to be very... passionate about, and the conduct and behaviour of students, especially when school property was involved was one of those things.

"Perhaps she has found out who blew up the toilets in the second floor, but if thats the case, I wouldn't want to be among those responsible. So, Pad, rallying all the nerds again for the best game of the world ?"
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