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| Topic Started: Friday, 15. November 2013, 21:49 (771 Views) | |
| George Henry Harris | Friday, 15. November 2013, 21:49 Post #1 |
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Kingston College at night. The campus seemed like a sleeping giant, almost fully devoid of the hectic school life which made it seem living and breathing by day: students walking or sitting out on the campus, work groups spread in libraries and class rooms, teachers and caretakers having a smoke outside the building or walking through the corridors on their way to work... At night, there were a lot fewer students around, just one or two night courses and the small army of teachers, caretakers and librarians had disappeared and left only a small rearguard behind... George sat in room 306 dressed in all-black behind the teacher's desk, sheltered behind an issue of the 'London Times', waiting for a nondescript girl with purple hair to arrive... He probably should have asked for any other things, but unfortunately he didn't... Luckily, the night courses were all held on the second floor, so he'd notice her... If she was the only person to come here, it wouldn't be hard to do so, after all... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 22:03 Post #2 |
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Heck, Lucy probably stood out just from the way she kept looking at things as she passed through the corridors, hands tucked in the pockets of her jeans and plodding along on skate style sneakers which laces had been left untied. She did however, despite appearing both out of place and possibly a bit absent-minded, manage to find the right door to knock on. Although, she did briefly pause outside it. Maybe she ought to have dressed up a bit better? Worn jeans and skate sneakers, an equally washed out denim jacket set with enough buttons to double as a bullet proof vest with a hand stiched embroidery of Lenore and a top which looked like a butterfly and come in and puked up a rainbow splatter onto it didn't really make for a good first impression if the man she was about to meet was old school. Then again, she had no clue what to expect so she simply drew her breath, straightened up, and knocked twice on the door. |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 15. November 2013, 22:15 Post #3 |
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A knock on the door ? That must be her... Now we'll see, what kind of business she wants to talk about... Upon hearing the knock on the door, George put the newspaper away and got up. Slowly he walked to the door and opened it, allowing her to come in. Closing the door as she had entered he looked at her with friendly smile and offered her his hand. "Lucy, I suppose ? Please do take a seat and tell me what I can do for you..." Then he'd sit down, tenting his hands on the desk and listening to her telling him about the topics she wanted to discuss with him... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 22:23 Post #4 |
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The girl took his hand with a smile as she stepped inside. He didn't... look all that scary. Then again, first impressions could be deceiving. Lucy took a seat and out of old habit, leaned forward just enough tor rest her elbows on her thighs. Because sitting like a normal person was just one of those things she never did. Seriously, it was near impossible. Sitting straight up and down on a chair required effort or else she'd at least tuck in one leg so that she was partially sitting on it. Old habits, you know? "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice. I really just wanted to check in with the higher ups since I just arrived in the City and wanted to make sure everything's kosher, you know? I rather not up and step on any toes or anything" |
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| George Henry Harris | Friday, 15. November 2013, 23:06 Post #5 |
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Boy, am I glad that I didn't get a rebellious one without manners... Could have been worse, I guess... George leaned forward to have a closer look at her, still smiling. rummaging in his pockets he put a map on the table and unfolded it. "You don't need to thank me, I'm Primogen, that's the least I can do for the clan... If you want, I'll give you a short explanation of the domains etc. Then if you want, I'll accompany you to your meeting with the Prince, which you're expected to have... And perhaps you could tell a bit more about you: Who you are, where you come from, what you do and have done, how you can be useful for the domain... The usual things the Prince will ask you as well..." Turning his attention to the map, he started pointing the borders and territories out while speaking. "The East belongs to the scum calling itself the Sabbat, that is dangerous terrain and the boroughs they own are Hackney, Camden, and half of Redbridge, Barking to be exact... The Anarchs, which which we have kind of a strenuous relationship, claim parts of the North which are Enfield and a part of Brent... It isn't dangerous terrain as such, but some Anarchs really hate us, which is understandable..." Pausing he pointed to the remaining parts of the map where small borders were marked, explaining. "Next point are the domains of the clans... To my knowledge there are only two officially recognised domains, Richmond, which is Gangrel domain and Grove Ward, here in Kingston, which is ours... The Nossies have a sort of intelligence central in Hounslow, so it can be considered theirs, Notting Hill could be regarded as Torrie-land and guess who could be said to reside in the City ? Then we have the Giovanni in Hammersmith, so I'd be careful around there and some say the Chantry of Hut and Mob is somewhere in Kingston... That is the territorial overview..." Looking at her he tented his hands again, watching her reaction before speaking on. "Now I'll tell you the way we handle presentations... As usual you write a letter, call the Prince's office or contact him in any other way. Then they'll send you a form you have to fill out and send back before the presentation... Don't know why he did that, but he does... Prince is a typical Ventrue..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Friday, 15. November 2013, 23:23 Post #6 |
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She listened intently, actually, when he went about explaining the various territories, as knowledge was a good way of staying alive.Because while she was indeed Brujah and could sport both a temper and an attitude, she really really liked staying alive. And the best way to do that was to start by not wandering into Sabbat territory and to know what other areas to lay low in. She wasn't a complete idiot. Or at least she'd like to think she wasn't. Because while her Embrace had come rather abruptly, her Sire wouldn't have granted her a second chance if she wasn't at least bright enough to keep from shaming his name. The swede gave a nod as he stopped speaking, remaining silent for a moment or two longer while studying the map before looking up at him. "I got a place set up in Hammersmith, but I'll keep low. I'm not interested in causing any trouble. I just wanna run my business really" she admitted with a light shrug of her shoulders. "Though I'd really appreciate it if you would accompany me during the meeting with the Prince. I haven't handled many Ventrues before" no point lying about it after all. She smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease now. "As for me.. I'm not sure it's all that interesting really. My full name's Lucinda Fehrer, though most just call me Lucy. I'm originally from Sweden, but I was Embraced in Berlin by a James O'Connor" whether or not that name meant much, well, she wasn't sure. Her Sire wasn't the political type and preferred to do his thing as opposed to get involved in Camarilla politics and backstabbing. "I'm a tattoo artist, both then and now really. I'm not sure that's a huge addition to the Domain, heh. But, that's what I do" she shrugged her shoulders lightly. |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 00:33 Post #7 |
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"All you'd need to do is being careful around the parsons Green Estate, that's where they are... Rest of Hammersmith is pretty uneventful..." As she mentioned being a tattoo artist George raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. After a brief moment, the eyebrow went down again and a reassuring smile formed. "I'm sure you're good at what you do... The question is, if you have combat skills, if you don't mind me asking... Mr. Blücher will ask or at least he'll assume you have them... We're a bit in trouble with the scum and other problems at the moment so it might happen that you'll get a task like collecting a bag of heads for Mr. Blücher or something like that..." With a slight chuckle he leaned forward again and continued to speak. "If fighting isn't your cup of tea, I can offer you a basic course in self-defence, if you want... Not that I want to imply you can't fight, of course..." After a short search in one of his pockets, he took a blank business card out, wrote a telephone number on it and passed it to her. "If you need help, you can call this number, but please remember it's an emergency number and not to be distributed outside of the clan... Do you have a haven in London yet or do you need one, if I may ask... I'd advise you to look for a place here, but you don't need to..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 17. November 2013, 00:46 Post #8 |
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The raised eyebrow could mean any number of things. But she bit back the desire to ask what in this particular case, instead opting for simply answering his questions as they seemed a lot more prudent than starting to ask about something that was probably nothing. "Fifteen years of MMA training" the Swede replied. "I'm good in a hand to hand situation, half decent with melee weapons and I at least know the right way to hold a gun. My Sire's ex military and insisted I learn" though she hadn't used the latter type of weaponry all that much. "I've been in a fair share of brawls and fights so I'd like to think I know how to handle things, though there's always room for improvement" and anyone, regardless of their skill, would be a fool to think they couldn't get better. So she wasn't at all insulted that he would ask as far as her fighting skills went. Lucy reached out to take the card when offered, her fingers said with brightly painted nails that while manicured were kept relatively short. She looked it over once and then nodded as she tucked it into a jacket pocket for safe keeping. "I got a Haven set up in combination with my shop. Think that'll be a problem? It's easier to just be close to work really" though it appeared obvious that she would listen to his advice if he thought it a bad idea. When in Rome... |
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| George Henry Harris | Tuesday, 19. November 2013, 21:46 Post #9 |
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Shaking his head George allowed himself a short chuckle as she mentioned having a combined shop and haven. "No, it's not... It's just that most of the clan who aren't Anarchs tend to live in Grove Ward, so I thought I might ask... But actually as long as you're careful about the Giovanni, there's nothing wrong with living in Hammersmith..." Listening to her listing her combat skills, he nodded, seemingly thinking about something. After a while he just nodded and then looking at her with a smile. "As I said, once you have that appointment, want some further training or have problems just give me a call, all right ? So, do you have any questions, you'd like me to answer ?" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 20. November 2013, 13:38 Post #10 |
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"I'll be careful" the Swede nodded. "If at any time my presence there looks like it might become a problem I'll see about relocating before things gets out of hand" she wasn't there to start trouble of that kind of magnitude. "And I'll see about getting the paperwork out of the way as soon as possible so I can set up the appointment. I will of course contact you when that is done" the tattoo artist smiled. "Thank you" just because she was clan didn't mean he had to offer up to go with her to her presentation. Or any of the other things for that matter. "I dunno about question, you kind of covered the most important stuff already. Though maybe... Are there any people I should take notice of? Any clans ours are on good footing with? Or bad for that matter?" since that was often of more importance, heh. |
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| George Henry Harris | Sunday, 24. November 2013, 17:34 Post #11 |
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Looking at her, George seemed to think about her question for a while, before getting out of the mass of thoughts and back into the chair. Leaning forward with a small smile he started speaking, subconciously counting the names he told her with his fingers. "Well, there are some people who aren't really friends with me and that might affect you for political and perhaps other reasons... Starting with Mr. Kane, the primogen of the brush-wielders... He had a small personal fling with an Easterling, of course without any harm to our side, he claims and he can't forgive me that I demanded him killed for that... The second and more dangerous of the list is Mr. O' Dwyer, the Prim of hut and mob and a backstabbing little bastard... Oh, and perhaps Mr. Hamilton, he's no longer the prim of the snobs, but he could be again... You see, he was Prince and he fucked up royally... As far as I know, that are about all who we should worry about in our own camp... Oh, beware of Mr. Henderson, the Nos prim and Seneschal... He kind of has a bit of leverage on me, so that might be affecting you as well..." Leaning back again, he gave the matter of 'clans in good standing' a bit of a thought. After a while of silence he sat up again, speaking. "Clans we are on good standing with ? Well, we are on relatively good terms with the Outlanders after their change of Primogen and while I had some sort of understanding with the late Malk Prim, he seems to be gone... That's about all, I think, although I might stress that I'm trying to keep a civil relationship to the Anarchs, which not all primogen do, so please don't harm that unnecessarily..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Sunday, 24. November 2013, 18:37 Post #12 |
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He got a smile and actually two thumbs up from the Brujah who'd started relaxing a lot more as the meeting had progressed. "Gotcha. And, hey, I'm not going to be looking for trouble if I can avoid it. At least not the serious kind of trouble because if I can, I'll be staying way waay off the political playing field. I really rather just do my thing" and her thing did not include any form of political play. She smiled and scratched the back of one hand with her other. "Thank you for your time, Primogen. I hope I haven't taken up too much of your night" it seemed clear that unless he had any additional questions for her, she would get up and be on her way so that he could get on with his night and more important business. Because it seriously had to get boring having to deal with the newly arrived outsiders all the time, right? Going over the same thing time and time and time again. Couldn't blame him if he didn't find this particular part of his job rather dull. |
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| George Henry Harris | Monday, 25. November 2013, 20:41 Post #13 |
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Listening to her words and noticing her gesture with a smile, George nodded. "That's good to hear, but here it's hard not to get drawn into the political field... Especially when snobs or brush-wielders are involved... And beware of the Grand Harpy ! Another member of hut and mob to avoid as she can be vicious..." With a broader smile he stood up and offered her his hand. "You haven't... It was a pleasure. Should you ever need help, don't hesitate to call me..." |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Monday, 25. November 2013, 20:46 Post #14 |
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The Brujah, still smiling, thanked him again and moved to stand. "Yeah well, let's hope I don't get pulled into any politics" Lucy chuckled. "I really do not have the patience for it" she admitted without shame because, hey, it was the truth. She truly had no patience what so ever for it. Lucy took his hand, clearly happy that the meeting had gone painlessly. "And if I can do anything for the Clan, you know where to find me" the Swede nodded, giving his hand a light squeeze before letting go and with a small wave, turning to leave. "See you around. I'll watch my step and keep an eye out for the Harpy" |
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| George Henry Harris | Wednesday, 27. November 2013, 21:51 Post #15 |
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George smiled and nodded, before speaking. "Well, I know that kind of feeling... I don't have much patience for politics as well... I hope you have more of a choice in that matter than I had..." Standing up as well, he nodded. "I'll see you in that case or at the next clan meeting... Good night, Lucy..." Having said this he watched her walk out, thinking about how to include her into the fold... |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Thursday, 28. November 2013, 00:42 Post #16 |
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Another wave and a smile offer to him over her shoulder and she was out the door and out of sight. |
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