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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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East London
West London
South London
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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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Topic Started: Sunday, 22. December 2013, 04:07 (875 Views)
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Dylan had been driving for hours. His large work Van cruising the streets of Einfiled. Dylan had been given a name; Nora, and was told he might finder her at The Night Tripper. Dylan drove past the place twice, scoping the place out, before finally parking across the street.

He went to the back of the van and grabbed his guitar case. He placed one of his pistols in the back of his pants. The other he placed in the case, along with his mask. He did not think he would need either, but he would rather have them and not need them, than need them and not have them. He was dressed casually in a nice pear of jeans, a white tee shirt and his leather jacket.

The Degenerate made his way into the bar, taking a moment to look about the place. He leaned his guitar case beside him, and took a seat at the bar. He gave the barkeep a nod. "Before you crack me a tinnie, can you tell me if I might find Nora Penvellyn here?"
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Ares, the hulking mass at the end of the bar heard the name dropped into the question. It was a name he had heard before...one that came with a warning. Had he stumbled into the wrong bar? Or had he stumbled into the right bar? Ares was on the fence about a lot of things. The shit Ronnie told him about the Harpy made him question his stance just a bit. He was never a hard-liner Cammi anyways, and he had a lot of friends amongst the Ana4chs back home in New York. . .and Faust hired them as well...he would say "you all pull triggers just the same so work with each other."

Perhaps Ares was in the right pub...but that had remained to be seen. He was curious what the barkeep would say to the rocker with the guitar case.
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As the melting ice of her untouched whiskey started to turn the drink from auburn oak to a weak ochre and the last drag of her gasper slithered up her throat, and after making sure the message had been succesfuly delivered and spread all over the North -for that was the only reason of her presence at the pub this evening, and this way she could be certain those who didn't show up simply didn't care too much about the matters that would decide their immediate future-, Tory decided it was time to go home. It was just when she was wearing her jacket that a new face showed up in the Tripper.

There was nothing on the man that could tell her about his kind or alignment while she gathered her things up and walked to leave the bar, until he asked for a name she very much known. Stopping just about the man's position, she forced a smirk and adressed to the apparent guitarist.

"New here?"
Edited by Victoria Scott, Sunday, 22. December 2013, 21:23.
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Ares had sat quietly watching....Victoria finally got up. She was the real reason he was there anyway. He made his peace with the Anarchs, but something about the old Scourge...she was brutal, she was hard edged and cool...much like his favorite gun....hot when it's time for action and explosive under pressure. . .even if it wasn't anything sexual at all between them, she was his type...even his type of ally...his type of Brujah...but the nagging question of where did she seem so familiar from gnawed at him

He would watch their interactions and behind his cigar and black ale, just chill as he contemplated the whole Anarch thing...as of late, he wasn't really sure why he kept a room in the Tower. He could easily keep hating the Sabbat without the Cams.
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Dylan glanced at Ares a moment offering a nod to the man. He may have been about to speak to him when he was approached by another. He looked the woman over giving her a little smirk as well "I been in town a week or so. Was given a name, asked around about the name. Heard mention of this here pub, and Bob's yer uncle, here I am."

He reaches in his jacket for his smokes bringing one to his lips. he flicks a match and lights the thing shaking the match and tossing it aside. "Do I have new in town written all over my face?" He draws on the cigarette, and extends his free hand to the woman. Speaking his name as he exhales the smoke. "Dylan Ford."
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"Kind of" she shrugged. "Everybody has new in town written in their forehead when you spend as much time in this den of iniquity as to be familiar to everyone and their mother's faces. It's not like there're legions of us here at this side of the Masquerade and the flag, or anywhere for that matter."

She took his hand and shook it energically. The man would probably be surprised by the strength on the small female's grip.

"Victoria Scott. I'm not the one you're looking for, but maybe I can help you until she shows up."
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Ares lets himself turn a bit, not watching her in the bar mirror anymore.He nods as he looks at her. MMaybe tonight is the night he answers those questions burning in his mind.

Why does he know her from somewhere?. . .Can they be allies?
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Dylan takes another long drag off his cigarette, he lets the smoke out of his mouth, only to inhale it again in his nose. The french inhale would have been smooth, if it were not for her strength. Dylan lets the smoke out sloppily, as he feels the power in her grip.

It was not hard to figure out, even without using auspex. the woman had the power to break all the small bones in his hand, if she wished it, and she spoke of the masquerade. She was clearly kindred, and a Brujah he guessed.

"I think my face will be known here soon enough."
He gives her a little nod. "Maybe you can help me, just looking to make a few friends, speaking of which." Dylan turns to look at the massive Ares. "Looks like you got a fan." Ares made Dylan just a bit nervous, not because of his size, but because he was watching them and not speaking a word. That set up a little warning flag in the degenerates mind.
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Only when the new boy pointed at the shadowed silouette standing at the furthest corner of the Tripper did Tory notice the big swollen Rambo. Her face changed at a rate that would have made an impish Nosferatu playing with Obfuscate cry with envy.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she said hissing between teeth, her gesture swirling violently midway bewilderment and murderous rage. "And why the fuck are you watching me???"

Slowly she approached the man like a panther about to jump on a prey, stopping and leaning with her face just a few inches far from the man's.

"Did your owners tell you to sniff my ass and keep me under control? Or are you just a freelance dog willing to surprise your head honcho with some juicy gifts?"
Edited by Victoria Scott, Monday, 23. December 2013, 21:32.
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Now he smirks...the fire in her eyes was so strong, so passionate, so...Brujah. it was what Ares liked about her.

Neither..I just came for a drink, and cause I was looking for you. . .Tori.

I'm not here for them...I don't even give a shit about them. I just came to talk.
she could see he was serious, cool in a way like ice, not the hot brand he was at the George's gathering.

Seems I owe you all an apology...my military time sometimes gets me to fired up...figerd I'd start with that. As for coming to see you, I've been sitting here wondering how I know you or where I know you from. It's been bothering the shit out of me. I heard you talkin' you got some New York in that voice of yours, right? he asks, with his own New York accent piercing through. You can both tell saying sorry's not something he normally does.
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Dylan blinks at TorY's sudden change of posture. He watches her approach Ares. The degenerate watches her stalk toward the brute, the female looking every bit the predator. If anyone is listening carefully they may hear the ratcheting sound of the hammer being pulled back on the 1911 Colt, Dylan has at his back.

Dylan does not draw the pistol, just yet. He hears Ares attempt at an apology and waits. He does not know either of them from Adam, but the fact that Tory, knows Nora, and that is the only contact he has in this city, makes the degenerate count her as an ally, for the moment at least.
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"No shit you were looking at me, Sherlock!"

Just as if it was made of cork, the Brujah kicked a chair out of one of the tables and catched it midair making the seat spin around one of its legs for a few seconds, then laying it backwards and in front of the alien. Stepping with one of her military black boots on it and resting a forearm on her knee, she leaned forward to the man again.

"Oh, your military time made you act like an asshole, poor guy. Well, my angry bitch time tells me to beat the fuck out of you off the North right now, but I know a thing or two about self-control. I thought such a military figure would have learned this little thing you call discipline." she snarled. "Not like I give a fuck about what you did back in the assembly, as long as you don't slow me down or make them kill me by doing something stupid."

Straightening her back a bit, she frowned at his words, visibly wary. How could someone recognise her after more than fifty years since the last time she was in the city?

"Yes, I was born in fucking New York a hundred years ago. So what?"
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His face does not flinch, he had that remark coming. Her mouth uttered talk of discipline and the military and that's when it hits him...that face of her's. He saw it before...the young Private from the late 30's.

What's your last name? Something like a first name? he says, rising to his feet slowly, not aggressively, but the old 1SG stands straight up and keeps his unflinching gaze upon her.

If she was who he thought she was, his whole trip to London, all the shit he's been through will have been worth it.
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Dylan shakes his head and stands slowly. He makes his way toward the pair, stopping as he stands beside Tory. "Look mate, it don't seem like she is wanting to have uh chat with you."

Dylan idly reaches to his back where he is keeping his weapon. "I missed out on all the fun of seein what you had to apologize for, but from where I am sittin looks like you are tryin to be the baby, when you should just fuck off out of here." The Toreador gives a light shrug of his shoulders as if to say better luck next time.
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Ares doesn't take his eyes off Tori when he replies to Dylan. whatever your packing back there, save it. I just came here for a drink and to try and make new acquaintances. I don't feel like trouble tonight. I came to make peace with her, and said my peace.

Pull up a chair if you want a drink
he says, now looking at the two of them. If I am so unwanted or that much of an offense, then I will go quietly. But I think you got me confused with some brainwashed, Cam hardliner...I'm not. I just hate the Sabbat, and back in New York, it was an easy ticket to go head to head vs the bastards. So, Scourge, if you want to just stay angry about your friend getting a chair kicked out from under her for mouthing off to a total stranger, then by all, I'll leave and you can stay upset for no reason...or maybe you both can settle down and show me the light, cause so far, neither Cam or Anarch has shown me anything that makes me want to play on either team. For it all, I'd go back to being an independent contractor.

Ares was holding back a lot, the Brujah in him wanted to mouth off a bit too about the jab about his military bearings and even more so about him doing something stupid in a combat situation, he'd proven himself in that aspect more times than he could remember. . .besides, he was exhibiting discipline that night as he wanted to stomp a mud hole in her friend...much like he wanted most nights to most people, but he was on their turf and seeking them out for what it was that made the Anarchs such a better option than the Cam? If anyone could show him the light, a former scourge could...after that, if they were willing to talk, he'd have to show them he wasn't just talk when it came to battle, he'd seen more combat and stacked more bodies than most of the kindred he'd met combined. And that thought now burned inside him.
Edited by Ares, Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 22:58.
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Sitting up as a text came in, Ares checked his phone. The look on his face turned quite terrifying, as if he walked out of the pages of some horror film. His towering size in both hight and mass became quite apparent as he rose to his feet and pushed past them. . .Another night perhaps. . .we can talk or settle things then. I have someone that needs to die tonight.

And as his bar stool hit the floor, the harbinger of death leaves the pub, and a cold chill sits in the hearts of the few who were sitting in the bar drinking their beers as he passes by.

Tonight, Somebody in London was going to die and Ares would finally get to let that beast out on someone...oh sweet release.
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