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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 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



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Baron

Khoza

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

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The Sewer Rose; Attn: Sawyer & Toran
Topic Started: Tuesday, 10. December 2013, 06:47 (1,877 Views)
Sawyer
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When Sawyer reappeared, he had a pair of floral combat boots in Margo's size dangling from their laces between his clawed fingers. They were significantly hardier than the rainboots she'd arrived in, though it was obvious they were meant more for style than function. He figured Miss Shabby-Chic wouldn't object too much. Where they came from was yet another mystery for the ages. With a bit of a flourish, he dropped them at her feet.

"Here," he added, fishing out a pair of thick woolen socks from the shopping bag the boots had originally arrived in and tossing them at the Toreador. "That should do, huh? Also, uh, laces! Tie 'em! Don't let no storm drain or nothin' steal this pair!"

The Nosferatu stood back, surveying his troops with a critical eye. After a bit of defrosting, they appeared to be in one piece, albeit a very scruffy piece. He nodded in apparent satisfaction."Right, chickadees, if that's all ya need... then get your asses back in there! See y'all soon, and watch out for any unexpected company!"

With a cheerful little cluck of his tongue, Sawyer vanished once more, scrambling back up the nearby ladder and into the night beyond.
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Margo Moreau
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Margo's brow lifted at the sight of the boots. She smirked "These are adorable!" Margo shook her head wondering how he came up with them. They were more girly then her usual clothes, but they certainly had a stylish, perhaps kitschy appeal.

She gratefully took the nice warm wool socks and got her feet in the boots and all laced up. The fact that she was in a makeshift skirt and an enormous t-shirt that fit her like a nightgown simply illustrated the absurdity of Margo's situation.

Margo really wanted to test-fire her Glock to see if would work now from her makeshift repairs, but she figured that sort of noise was... a bad idea.

The little Toreador gave a small wave and a smile to where Sawyer was, then headed down the tunnel to catch up with Toran.
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Toran
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The muscular ghoul grunts and starts following the map down a tunnel. It was good that the rest of the path would be dry he supposed, but the thought of additional company wasn't the most pleasant. Well, a few tiny bursts of the flame thrower would probably startle most animals off. Or at least, he could hope. Course, given how damned fierce ghoul animals could be, that was no guarantee. Sawyer had warned him about how fierce the blood hungry critters down here in the sewer could be and he'd been loyal in not screwing around down here.

He shifted his belt to make sure it was set right. His hand tapping each of the home made grenades. He really hoped he didn't have to use them. Neither was lethal but they'd make a hell of a mess. The concussion grenade would make a hell of a boom too, but that was the point. Settling the night vision goggles back on his forehead he set himself for the next three hours of hiking. His knife was also in place. He'd have to grind the edge and re-oil it, but the vaseline coating should have kept it from getting too bad off. A trick he'd learned from the divers on the base growing up.

His boots had a bit of a squelch since they hadn't fully dried out, but his socks were thick enough that he shouldn't suffer more than some really funky athletes foot. But if that was the worst of his problems he'd have come through this without any real problems. He kept his eyes and ears peeled for any sign that they were coming up on animal dens. Especially piles of scat. If they started piling up it'd be a pretty solid sign they were coming up on an animal's habitat.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Margo Moreau
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Margo's spirit had significantly improved. Drier tunnels were as welcome as silk sheets at this point. So were nice dry boots. Margo even felt better enough to realize how absolutely absurd she must look. But if she came through this, the crude jeans skirt and the huge t-shirt were going to be saved as novelty trophies of this experiment.

Margo kept her [heightened senses] up. It was becoming clear to the Toreador that Toran was not taking her vampiric gifts into account. They were not learning to be a team. Margo was getting initiated with this survival training, but Toran was doing his own thing. He was better perhaps at recognizing a threat. But Margo saw them and heard them before he did. With the no-talking ban in effect, Margo would simply have to bring these thoughts up in the debriefing. But at the moment, she was uninterested in getting another of Toran's dismissive, patronizing looks.

Thinking back on the experience so far, Margo's fear of the ghoul was slowly turning to annoyance. He was definitely falling into the asshole category of Margo's mind. Which, she would think, Toran would wear like a badge of honor.
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Toran
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They'd searched for hours and nothing had happened. Toran had long ago turned off his torch to save the fuel. Finally an alarm beeped very softly on his phone to show it was time.

"That's in. Time's up. You'll need to head for your haven now. We'll just have to tell Sawyer there was nothing to find."

He took out the Map and took out a sharpy; drawing a simple path to the nearest service exit.

"Once you're here your phone'll work. Ghoul will have about an hour to get you to safety before the sun is up AND it's over the border into Camarilla territory. I'm gonna go up here. Drop off a couple of cameras with wireless transmitters and then take a cab home."

The man nodded and handed over the map, climbed the sewer tunnel and slipped into a shaft that would let his thick muscled body scramble out a river flow channel. He'd be a bit wet but he could dry off on the walk home; or just take a cab. He hadn't seen anything to indicate that the Toreador would have trouble with the short, relatively straight tunnel path that would put her in a safe zone, easy to get away.

That was that. Wasted night for both of them really. But harmless enough he supposed.
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Margo Moreau
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Just when Margo was starting to get comfortable with not liking Toran, he started talking like a nice guy. She really didn't know what to think about the massive... handsome, ghoul. At least she wasn't utterly terrified of him anymore. That was a win she supposed.

"Thanks..." Margo said to Toran. Mentally exhausted. She leaned up against the wall. Feeling awkward and foolish.

The Sewer Rose started making her way along the path Toran had indicated. She was feeling bad about Myrtle, bad about Sawyer. Stupid over Toran, Stupid over her own mouth. Her head still hurt where Caston crushed it into the table.

She was going to smell like shit for a week.

As she trudged along towards the world above she was looking down at her boots. Margo had never actually had a pair of Docs. They were pretty comfortable. She hoped they weren't totally ruined.

Eh, Tavin could fix that. He can do anything.
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