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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.

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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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Toreador: 5 (6)
Brujah: 2 (3)
Malkavian: 7
Tremere: 2
Nosferatu: 3
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Ventrue: 1
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Meredith Furlong
Hounds
Robyne Sheridan
Rosella Marie Allain


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Brujah: Thomas Krusen
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Malkavian: Ellora Reese
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Toreador: Arsenio Pozzi
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Topic Started: Thursday, 12. December 2013, 21:48 (633 Views)
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She sat in her booth, one of the many different haunts she could be found at on nights she wasn't fucking around with other scum like her. She sported a few light bruises on the right side of her face, pale and yellowy as it healed from a rough and tumble the night before. Her feet were up on the table, wore and falling apart red sneakers looking in dire need of replacement, or duct tape. She clutched a bottle of vodka in one hand, leaning back and surveying the quiet and smokey bar with a distinct lack of enthusiasm.

A deck of cards was spread out in front of her, a small game of solitaire going on randomly whenever she felt like paying it attention. She perfered to pay attention to her Vodka, which periodically found itself being lifted to her lips for a quick toss back.
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"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
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George entered the building without giving too much attention to the crowd inside, his first way was to the bar, where a few banknotes were spent and a written note given for them. Then he put on his little masquerade and entered the booth, a shape dressed in a black coat, mirrored sunglasses, a black hat and a surgical mask, looking at her and speaking with a croak-like voice.

"Would you mind, if I'd sit here to have a talk with you, Ms. Mac ? I was told you take care of certain sorts of problems for the right price ? If you were interested I'd have a problem which might need your attention..."

Then he stood there, waiting for her reply and watching her.
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She looked at the asshole who stepped into her line of vision, taking in the general shape and stature of the man with a brow that seemed to slowly reach skyward. Why, what the fuck was with that get up really? Jesus, put a Balaclava on... What the hell.

"Depends, are you carrying SARS or something? If you aren't going to infect me with some weird ass disease..." She then tipped the half empty bottle of vodka in the direction of the booth she was inhabiting. It was as close as an invitation to sit as he was going to get really, although his talk of the right price had her hooked already. Jesus yeah, she needed this. London was boring as fuck, and she could use whatever entertainment solving this guy's 'issue' could bring her.

"It's also just Mac. Drop the Miss, Miss gets you a fucking black eye... Got me?" She even took her feet off the table, sliding them sideways and dropping them under the wooden surface so she could listen with more 'attentive' expressions.
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Her question actually made George laugh and he needed a few minutes to get himself under control again... He needed to be in control to alter his voice after all... With a short nod, he sat down before adjusting his voice and speaking again with a headshake.

"No, I don't carry any diseases, that is just a disguise... And nowadays it's getting less attention than a balaclava, for example... But I guess I should get to the things you actually care about..."

With a swift motion he pulled a small folder out of his coat pocket and put it on the table. Turning it so that Mac could look at it, he opened it and a face smiled at her, Archon Hamilton to be exact. The rest of the page detailed his habits and his prey scheme.

"I've heard you particularly like to dispose problems stalking the night and drink blood... Problems like this one... I wasn't told how much you take for such a removal, so I'd ask you to name a price..."
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"Depends really, on the issue to be removed. How... Hard the removal will be. Certain grease is sticker than others, requires a little more muscle... Any idea how old, and exactly... What strain of grease needs to be handled?"

What clan, how old... How much protection did this fucker have? Was it even simpler than that, was it a human? Humans were cheap, but tended to be easy. She hoped for something... More interesting. She took a swig from her bottle again, letting that cool bitter vodka slide down her throat with sweet ease.

"Generally I run anywhere from 50 upwards, depending on the... Particulars of the job."

Course, there was a lot more in it for her than money. Money was easy to come by, she had oodles. She wanted the play time.
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George thought for a moment how to start, then decided to keep it simple... Looking at her he started answering her questions.

"A snob, almost a century old... It might be pretty hard, sure, but he has a weakness: Women... I dare to assume, you'd be what he desires and he'd be... less inclined to think properly, if you get me... Usually he isn't protected, as he doesn't see the need for it... Quite big ego he has..."

That'd prove to be interesting... Best case was she could kill Hamilton without getting too much damage herself, worst case she'd be dead and tell him everything... In either case it wasn't much damage to him... With a smile he continued.

"It might be quite easy to persuade him to at least talk with you and lure him then into a trap... A bottle of wine on a nice place somewhere perhaps... With a bit of acting which you'll manage everything but the killing itself should go pretty smoothly..."

Thinking he started drumming a rhythm on the table. After a while he stopped that and looked at her, apparently starting the discussion of prices.

"85, 15 in advance, and all of his blood is yours..."

Now it was waiting, if she accepted or wanted to haggle...
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"100,000... 25,00 in advance. Double that if he's a Brujah..."

She tipped up her bottle of vodka again, this time only a small swig, the flavor invading her mouth and washing over her tongue in a slow and delightful burst. Who was this Fanger? A century old, sounded fun. Way more interesting than the shovelheads she'd been dealing with these days, perhaps even an actual challenge.




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A hint of a smile appeared under the surgical mask as she named her expectation... Nothing out of expectation, but he'd expected the blood to be a positive factor for him.

"90, 20 in advance, he's all yours... No Brujah, but a Ventrue, a pretty bad one to boot... Failed to be Prince and didn't do a very good job as Prim... Too big ego..."

Tenting his hands on the table he watched her with a smile. If it went as planned they'd settle for 95 and 25 in advance... If not it'd be a bit of adjusting, but nothing seriously hurting...
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"100,000... 25 in Advance. You see, that one's slightly high profile. I'll have to cover my tracks, incase that fucking tight ass new boy in the seat decides to go looking. I'll also have to buy a bottle of wine and pretty dress. Do I look like a girl who often wears pretty dresses?"

She quirked a brow, a smirk turning up the corners of her mouth. No, she didnt do the pretty dress thing well. Although, she'd get a nice one she could go scare the fucking shit out of Church with after. Imagine him seeing her in a dress? Boy might think she's gone Malkavian or something.

She pushed the bottle of Vodka across the table to him, offering him a drink so to speak. Might as well join her, they were making deals afterall.

"The Kings are rubbery little fucktards. Hard to take down, they're like chewing on god damned escargot."
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"No, but it certainly wouldn't look bad on you... That one was high profile, now he's a liability to the domain... 100, 24.5 in advance and I'll take care of dress and wine... Agreeable ?"

Looking at her he took the bottle and fiddled a bit with it to get the neck under the mask without having to reveal his face to her. After taking a large gulp he put it back on the table with a hint of a smile visible.

"They are indeed... But they burn like everyone of their kind does and the usual things work as well... Take them by surprise and it wouldn't be that hard..."
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Well, she knew who he was. He had a certain stature, a certain...-figure- she could recognize. While she hadn't been sure before, she was sure after he enjoyed that share of Vodka. She'd seen him enjoying a beer on the roof top before afterall, and not many fangers still enjoyed those mortal traits. She grinned, giving a slow nod of her head.

"Done baby doll, You got a day man that can do the goods drop to me during daylight tomorrow? Give me three nights after that to plot and track, learn what I need... You want a keep sake? I hear his cock's a pretty hot commodity."

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"I surely do, just tell me where you'd want them to be delivered and it'll be done... A keepsake would be nice, but I'd prefer something with... less awkward symbolism, this horribly over sized and gaudy signet ring he uses to wear for example..."

With a short laugh George gave her a cheque of the Standard Chartered Bank, drawn on her with the amount of 24.500 pounds.

"Here is your share in advance. Don't worry it is a valid cheque and the account stated really does exist... I just didn't think it was practical coming here with a suitcase full of money..."

Then he handed her a note with a cell phone number and a map to a dead letterbox.

" Once you've finished your task, you call this number and then go to Parliament Square in Westminster. Once you're there you look for a white stone in a wall near the statue of Benjamin Disraeli. In the hollow stone you'll find a key which opens the deposit box number 36 at Marylebone Station and inside you'll fine a suitcase with the rest of your pay and you can place the keepsake in there... Everything clear ?"
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She looked at the cheque he scribbled, a brow raising up so high it seemed to want to leave the confines of her forehead.

"No darling. I don't do shit like that. I don't go into banks, I don't cash cheques... You have it wired to my third party, my third party then moves it on my behalf to somewhere I can access quietly and securely when I need to. I certainly am not going to move bricks around in a wall... Or go pick up a suitcase of money doll. Just like I ain't going to meet your day man at the park tomorrow, one of my people will do it crocodile."

She grinned, giving a little shake of her head as she reached across for the bottle of bottle to start enjoying again now that she'd played her little game of who's who. She also wasn't going to go pull a brick that may be connected to some kind of explosives either, she didn't feel like being a cats paw. No thanks.

"You can also come get your keep sake yourself doll. Don't worry, you don't have to transfer the rest of the money till you've walked away Scott free. I'll give this cell phone a call and you can meet for a drink to celebrate Christmas coming early. You can wear that stupid fucking get up if you'd like."

She then slipped a hand under her shirt, pulling out a small and hard plastic card. It was clear. She handed it to him, the size of a credit card.

"dip that in vodka and you'll have the deets to wire me the money. I expect the upfront fee tomorrow, and the day bag dropped in Hyde park near (insert a street) on the bench at two."
Edited by Mac, Saturday, 14. December 2013, 02:32.
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For a minute a cynical smile lingered, then George started laughing. She wouldn't accept his terms but expected him to submit to hers ? Ridiculous !

"And you think I do ? I'm afraid, if we don't trust each other we'll have to meet somewhere, the place where the keepsake is kept and make the deal ourselves... I'd say we meet there at the bench and both bring a couple of friends just to be sure..."

Taking the card he took a small black bundle out of his pocket which turned out to be a rosary and put it on the table, looking at her seriously while speaking.

"You won't be in any danger though... If you want, I'll swear an oath on this piece of wood with the image of Christ, our Lord and Saviour, that you're absolutely safe and no hair on your head will be harmed..."

The rest of the sentence wasn't said but the message that self-defense was the exception hung in the air...
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"Oh Jesus boy, that piece of wood is hollow. No one's home, or if he is... He don't give a shit about assholes like us. I get your sentiment though, and if that's important to you, hope it brings you whatever satisfaction you need. You transfer the money, and I'll meet you at the bench. I'll give you a call after it's settled. "

She wouldn't bring her friends though, even if he wasn't likely to do anything to them. Afterall, they were his clan. Technically, people would probably be assuming that she was Brujah these days anyways, Aguirre and Sawyer thought she belonged to Church good and proper didn't they? The outside world must see it the same way.

Fuck that noise, but it was safer to let people think that.

"Maybe no SARS outfit next time eh? I think in a park it'll draw more attention than your regular old mug. We'll have a good old drink to his memory, and then forget him. I don't want that fucking stupid smile in my head forever."
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Mac brought up the point of Jesus probably not being either existing or interested which George answered with a shrug.

"That may be, but even if he doesn't, his message is important to me, you see ? What'd an existance like mine or one like yours be without hope ? That's the point in it all... The whole oath thing isn't really necessary, but some people insist on that..."

With a short nod he took the bottle and drank again before speaking.

"Sounds good... Who provides the drink ? We could also do a little ceremony and burn something he possessed as a symbolic thing... Yes, he wasn't pleasant to have around and a failure once he ascended to higher management... All a snob shouldn't be and I'll be glad once I can erase him from my memory..."
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"We could burn something, but doesn't that seem to sad and mournful? I think we should laugh like giddy school girls. That guy was a fucking dick."

She was already using past tense, such was her cock suredness that the job would be done, and soon. She just needed to learn him a little better, as she'd started avoiding Camarilla territory... She'd been sticking to the Anarch plains, doing less stupid stunts to draw attention to both herself, and the slow and strange collection of Fangers she found herself in company with more and more.

"I could steal his dick though, if you wanna burn that. Although, because of his age... by the time I got it to you it's be so small and shirvelled it'll probably look like a foreskin. Meh... I don't even wanna touch it, I take that offer back completely. Either way, we'll be drinking and singing soon."
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"Damn, you're right... We'd need something for giggles, then... But what ? Any ideas about that ?"

Thinking about her words, he seemed to be looking forward to end the symbolic existance Archon still had in his mind, he even allowed himself a short laugh at her talking about Archons dick.

"No, you don't need to bring that... Hell, I wouldn't want anyone having to touch it at all... I mean do you know where it has been through the years ? I certainly don't... Drinking and perhaps singing... Sounds good... I'll be looking forward to your call"
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