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| Sawyer Flint's Christmas Spectacular; Closed party thread; no post order! | |
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| Topic Started: Sunday, 22. December 2013, 10:11 (6,188 Views) | |
| Sawyer | Sunday, 22. December 2013, 10:11 Post #1 |
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Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
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There was nothing out there that Sawyer loved more than Christmas. Okay, well, maybe he was a bit more fond of Alabama football and large scaly reptiles and annoying Aguirre. But there were very few things he loved more than Christmas, definitely, and he hadn't been shy about torturing his roommates with oppressive holiday spirit for the past several weeks. Before his ten millionth whistled rendition of Jingle Bells drove Aguirre completely insane, she'd politely suggested that if he was going to be so obsessed with the season, he might as well share that cheer with someone besides her. And of course, he'd been happy to do so. Now, it was Christmas Eve, and the entire apartment was full of the smell of massive amounts of gingerbread and apple pie and sugar cookies among other goodies, all fresh from the oven and meticulously decorated by Martha Stewart Flint and his long-suffering girlfriend. Mac's contribution to the party was a punch bowl full of blood that she assured them was totally taken with consent from only the most hardcore alcoholics; Sawyer wasn't sure he wanted to ask too many questions about that, nor was he sure he wanted to trust her. For the less bloodthirsty among the guests, there was a minibar's worth of drinks available as well. The World's Most Magnificent Christmas Tree The centerpiece of the room was a beautiful fir Christmas tree covered in tinsel, twinkling lights, candy canes... and an impressive array of deadly weapons. Sawyer had been pretty horrified to see Mac's other contribution, but it had been far too late to have time to safely remove all of them. The possibly-live grenades nestled among the pine tree's branches were particularly worrisome, but Sawyer was going to just do his best to pretend they weren't there at all! And on top of the tree was the apartment's beloved new mascot, a true friend and hero, the indomitable Hammy the Head. Aguirre was still off yelling somewhere because of it, screaming something along the lines of how dare you let that damn thing back in the house, Mac, that is so gross, I swear to god if I see it again- And so forth. Clearly Aguirre still wasn't getting this 'spirit of the season' thing. Beneath the tree were messy stacks of wrapped packages. Sawyer's in particular were lopsided and misshapen, making it obvious that something soft and fluffy was inside. Most of Mac's, as expected, looked a bit more prone to causing terrible bodily harm. Completing the scene was one way-too-enthusiastic Nosferatu, who was flitting around the living room and kitchen like a bouncing terrier puppy, adjusting decorations wherever he went. The guests had yet to arrive, but for when they did, he was set on making sure everything was perfect. |
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| Toran | Monday, 23. December 2013, 01:59 Post #2 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran was going to the party a different man. Or at least a man with a different mentality. The 6'4 260 lbs man was wearing a black leather jacket over a simple black t-shirt. His pants were a simple gray denim cargo pants with bulging pockets tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His black hair was trimmed to jaw length and his beard was well groomed. His eyes were a pale frosty blue, and his complexion had paled significantly in the last several weeks. The thick muscled man knocked with solid thunks against the door. It was the address he'd been given but he still wasn't sure it was where he was supposed to be. Lucy was parking the truck and had told him to go on up to let them know they were here. He hadn't wanted to disobey, even if he'd been able too. There relationship was, strange now. Some things had changed tremendously and other things remained the same. They were still finding their balance. She was careful not to state things like an order and he was careful to remember that things she LIKED didn't count as disrespect. All things considered the full bond was settling it without a huge strain. He had a small bag in his hand. One carrying four small boxes with nearly printed labels. "Mac's Gift" "Sawyer's Gift" "Lucy's Gift" "Aguirre's Gift" He felt a little bad that he didn't have presents for anyone else, but they were really the only ones he knew and he figured the gifts were cheesy enough as they were. The crystal inlay with the tiny LED's were simple enough to flick on with the thumb. The fact that they'd work as small flashlights just made them cheesier really, in the appropriate color no less. He sorta hoped they'd appreciate the sentiment he was trying to send with each of them. Still for all the trouble he'd caused them before stabilizing he figured he owed them something and the gifts definitely weren't going to settle the bill. Hopefully he'd get a chance to set things on an even keel. Though, in Mac's case he was a lot more square. Interrupting a beautiful night of lovemaking with her busted internally bleeding ass last month did a lot to balance the bill. Heh, it was kind of an amusing memory though. He had her other present too, the box larger, tucked under his armpit. He didn't feel bad giving her two. He'd known her longer and besides, one was sentimental, the other was merely practical. Mac's second gift Knocking again with a firm hand he chuckled to imagine Mac's reaction. |
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| Tzippy | Monday, 23. December 2013, 02:36 Post #3 |
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Ancilla
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Moshe had never been to a Christmas party before. Being that he wasn't the most social of creatures and his family was very much not Christian, there never really had been much of an opportunity he had been interested in taking. It seemed more like a hassle and a trouble than anything he'd have much fun with anyway. But with everything that had happened, Moshe felt lonely. Scarcely with anyone to talk to besides his Sire and too afraid to get into contact with most of his friends and family. The idea of having people to be around was too much of a temptation despite his reservations. Funny. Despite his best attempts to keep to himself, he now wanted everything but that. And so, he was trudging up the six flights of stairs to the indicated flat with a large cloth bag in tow, for the first time stepping onto Aguirre's own turf instead of her coming to him. It made him nervous, not having the home field advantage. But he supposed it was only fair. The Israeli was dressed in the overlarge black jumper from his and Aguirre's last meeting, again wearing no glasses. Matching cloth gloves covering everything of his arms but the tips of his fingers. Faded grey jeans and tattered black boots completely a picture that wasn't exactly bright and merry. More in line with the lingering gloom of the season. On reflection, he really should have gone with the red jumper. But still, he was smiling. A small, hesitant thing, but a smile nonetheless. At least until he turned the corner from the stairwell, pulling up short at the large man knocking on the door. Pale eyes went wide and the faintest hint of a blush infused his features. That was one thing he was sort of thankful for. He didn't go totally crimson anymore. His eyes flew to the flat number. It couldn't be... It was... Damnit. He sidled closer, eying the door and clearing his throat politely. Well. Awkward. Horribly awkward. Edited by Tzippy, Monday, 23. December 2013, 02:43.
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| Toran | Monday, 23. December 2013, 03:23 Post #4 |
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The Formerly Hated
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The large man looked at Moshe. He looked familiar, but not particularly... ah, the young man from the time he first met Lucy. Right. He nodded his head, his frosty blue eyes gleaming under a thick black brow. His lips turned up in a friendly enough smile. His voice rumbled out like a soft black cloud in a deep cavern. "Seasons Greetings. You seem to have good taste in friends." And that was it. It was a Christmas party. Fuck grudged and bullshit and holding awkward moments against people. |
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| Mac | Monday, 23. December 2013, 05:01 Post #5 |
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Silent as fucking ever, she simply appeared in the hallway only feet from them, hand on her hips as she towered ever taller than she should in bright red stripper heels. She also wore a Santa's little helper stripper outfit, what could almost be considered a skirt banding across her hips and ass with a white fluffy frill along the bottom, the top just barely containing those fantastic peaks of perfection that were not so delicately wrapped by the octopus tattoo that covered her entire torso, up to her collar bone. Thigh high red and white striped stockings came up to a few inches over her knee's, the unfortunate part of being an amazonian being that one size fits all? Never tall enough for her, ever. Her hair was piled atop her head in her usual dread bun, but she'd seen to clipping on a Santa hat to complete the entire outfit. There wasn't a lot to leave to the imagination really, all her scars and skin lain out... but still, the outfit she wore for Church at the strip club had been littler. She might be able to bend a few inches forward in this without flashing to much panty. "I'm sorry is there a fucking problem?" Why the fuck were these two standing outside the door? And why was that little darkie giving Toran such an unusual little look there? She'd move to brush right past them both, matching Torans height with the extra help from her bright red heels, exceeding it if you counted the ever cheating dread bun. "Step one you take the door knob, step two... you turn the door knob. There, fucking rocket science." She was carrying in one hand a bag she'd just acquired after having gone for a christmas eve trip to a liquor store to get more booze. Not that there wasn't already plenty, but she'd wanted to make a stop on the way over to make a few lonely people's christmas eve's be 'bright'. Or dark, alone in a room jerkin it. Whatever they chose. She pushed open the door, walking through with a little look to Toran as she wagged her posterior as she went. "Yo Bitches, I found these kids lurking in the hallway. Oh hey! Look at this beautiful christmas tree! Sawyer, you're such a doll!" Meaning she was glad he hadn't put it back to the horribly boring way she'd found it. She'd had to go all Martha fucking Hunter Stewart on it's ass to make it more... interesting. Edited by Mac, Monday, 23. December 2013, 05:16.
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| Tzippy | Monday, 23. December 2013, 05:23 Post #6 |
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He offered Toran a bemused shrug, scarred brow furrowed as he looked up at the taller man, following the cold blue breeze of his words. He just as quickly looked away, a huff of air escaping in a sigh. The smaller man focused on the door, fingers tapping the air impatiently. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up.... And then there was the sudden voice behind making him cringe, shoulders tensing as a voice the bright, obnoxious yellow of piss slammed into him. Oh, God. Too bright. Too strong. He was near bouncing on his heels now, missing the content of Mac's sentences for the fact that he felt like he was going to be bruised just from their weight alone. He risked a quick, impatient look over his shoulder to regard the woman. He blinked, faint blush becoming even more obvious as he came eye to eye with a rather impressive pair of breasts. Vaguely, he pondered whether they were each actually bigger than his head or only seemed to be. The Israeli's head snapped up so he wasn't caught staring, only for her to brush past him. And then the door was open and OH THANK GOD. He nodded fervently in thanks to Mac, scurrying past and inside. If only to escape the voice and the colors and the urge to make jokes he was sure would end with his head on a pike. He'd just find Aguirre and then they'd go find a corner to smoke in or something. Evening's plan set. |
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| Jhael | Monday, 23. December 2013, 05:26 Post #7 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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"I played my drum for him, pa rum pum pum pum..." Three Unwise Men at the door! The young blonde one rapped his knuckle to the pa rum pum pum pum of his favorite Christmas song, which he had been humming and singing to himself off and on all evening. His voice was very soft, pleasant as long as he kept it quiet as a lullaby. It grew unsteady enough to be viciously snarked by Simon Cowell when he raised the volume, which he did a few times when his caroling prompted a witty remark from the 'fro headed Unwise Man who stood behind him with a sack of paper wrapped bottles. Jhael didn't know who would be here, but a couple picks from Leo's Special Stash along with a boxed liter of top notch scotch whiskey that he grabbed on the way should be enough to help keep the holiday juices flowing for a humble soiree. It better be humble, judging from the look of this apartment building. Even though some didn't give off body heat, he would feel like a pig in a blanket squishing shoulder to shoulder with a large pack of hungry things. At least he wouldn't look bad if a vein popped all over the skeleton print Gaultier sweater he wore. If anyone could rock bloody and battered couture, he could! After knocking, he gave Dove and the elder Unwise Man (who he thought was looking quite dapper thanks to the early gift he put him in) a nervous smile while fidgeting with the chain of the golden dog tag that Nora gave him. The young man had been in what either of the two may suspect by now was his Pretending I'm Not Having Issues mood, of which that singing was apparently part of. Resting at his feet was a ridiculously large A|X shopping bag bulging with wrapped gifts. The invitation might have said to only bring himself, but this Unwise Man wasn't having any of that. |
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| Toran | Monday, 23. December 2013, 14:25 Post #8 |
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Toran slipped into the room behind Mac, snorting at her Christmas stripper outfit. It didn't really surprise him much. He made sure not to brush into Moshe. He didn't want to bounce the little man into a wall or anything. He set the presents under the tree. He figured they'd get to them at some point or they'd find them later. Either way worked for him. His eyes blinked at the tree and he sighed. Mac. Of COURSE. He looked over the weapons and explosives and decided to do Sawyer a small favor. He made sure the stuff wouldn't go off during the party or anything. Flicked the weapons to safe, emptied ammo, The bombs at least were fake. Synthetic mock-ups that sparked and hissed. Not bad simulations really. Enough to trouble the hell out of a person if it came at them suddenly. Mac was a lunatic. It had to be her doing. The skull, well, that actually amused him. He reached up and gave it a friendly pat on the head. Looking at the blood filled punch bowl he once again reflected on how fucking weird his life had gotten. Edited by Toran, Monday, 23. December 2013, 15:17.
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| Mac | Monday, 23. December 2013, 15:24 Post #9 |
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"You don't honestly think I'd put precious grenades there do ya? They're shells filled with silly putty. I wouldn't waste those man, they're like gold... and I think they may have invited the looney tunes kid." Course, that was just the incindiaries that weren't so real. All the shiny throwing stars and other glimmering, shimmering silver and steel weapons were real. She then pointed to the head atop the tree, grinning like a mad cat and sliding up Santa sleeve to show off the new damage to her arm. Both hands worked, the reattachment had actually taken, near unbelievably, but her arm a few inches from the wrist was one hell of an ugly thick scar. "Thats the fucker that managed it. Don't he look perty up there? Hey, lets go steal some cookies and stuff his mouth full of cookies...." She was already half baked, the aroma of weed gentley clinging to the skin around her painted, very amused mouth. The entire house smelled like cookies, and she was sure confused on exactly why Sawyer was so insistent on baking for the holidays. He was doing the exact same christmas he would have if he were human, and she didn't really understand that. Clinging maybe? It was so very, whimsical. To bake batch after batch of cookies you couldn't eat... then again, -she- could eat them. Aguirre had mentioned something about stuffing some of her favorite greenery into some of them too. |
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| Cid | Monday, 23. December 2013, 17:09 Post #10 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin arrived at the open door having just barely missed the earlier commotions. Christmas didn't exactly bring back the fondest memories for him. Most of them his parents just drank themselves half to death and forgot that whole holiday spirit part altogether in favor of stronger spirits. And it certainly didn't help that Agustin's birthday was December the twenty-fourth, this very eve. He always got shorted presents, if he got any at all. He only just remembered this miserable fact hours earlier as he rose and readied for the get-together. Ah, well. Maybe this little hoedown would change such sentiments for the better. Hanging with Sawyer and Aguirre again might cheer him up, at least. He was wearing his usual big green flannel, with the buttons finally fixed so he could close it properly. A sewing kit and a couple YouTube tutorials was all that was needed to correct it, after all. With a matching pattern pair of red tartan pajama bottoms he got fresh from an actual store, Agustin looked decidedly seasonal for the occasion. Underneath the jacket was a long-sleeved shirt with the Grinch's mug emblazoned. Complete with a clean pair of white leather Converse All-Stars and a Santa beanie, the Lunatic was dressed his very best. All details taken into account. Freshly showered and beard groomed to perfection, as well. Even smelled good after using a delicious pumpkin-pie flavored shampoo. Topped off with a brilliant Poinsettia hanging off his right wrist. Totally adorable. Clutched in his left hand was a heavy-duty grey backpack, containing various belongings and whatnot of the young Malkavian's. What little money Agustin had managed to get a hold of in the last few months was spent by tonight. Prowling around pawn shops, thrift stores, and antiques places since being invited, the anxious Malk managed to scrounge up quite a few promising items. In this endeavour, Agustin made great efforts. At best, the Lunatic showcased his intellect, empathy, and creativity. At worst, this was a massive waste of his miniscule resources. As much as Agustin seemed to care in this undertaking, he honestly had no clue what anyone would like or at least appreciate. He gave his all for them, though. Maybe the infamous Malkavian insight would help him pull this one off? For Sawyer, a necklace made from various animal fangs and claws wrapped in their places by a braided leather cord, crafted decades ago apparently by an avid hunter, which had found it's way into an antiques store. With a single Velociraptor tooth fossil centerpiece, the fauna displayed included canine, feline, ursine, selachian, crocodile, and others less recognizable. For Aguirre, a platinum ring with inlaid meteorite; although relatively simple, it was easily the most expensive of Agustin's offerings. Engraved within was a barely legible Bukowski quote - 'Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.' He even brought a Hanukkah gift, just in case. A hardcover book by Louis Ginzberg, The Legends of the Jews - volume 1. Maybe Moshe would be here? He seemed the bookish type. Agustin hoped it was appropriate, never having done anything for the Festival of Lights himself. He wanted to read it once himself, but never got around to it. It seemed interesting enough, anyway. A magnum opus of Jewish literature, he had read of it. Other objects in his bag included a grey wolf plushy, an ornate ivory dagger, a faded pickelhaube, a crochet pigeon hat with an actual feather stuck in it, an intricate steel pocket watch, an apparent novelty accessory iron ball-and-chain (possibly an actual one used for a child prisoner), a solitary Mjolnir pendant, a silver guitar pick with a musical note etched on, one of those cool vintage cigarette holders, a gold-plated fountain pen in a suede case, and a miniature portrait of Vlad Tepes. All in all, great picks. Agustin wanted to keep some of these, but he was willing to give them away for the sake of Baby Jesus. He may very well have gone a bit overboard... This all sounded like several thousand dollars worth of holiday cheer. Well... Truthfully, Agustin didn't procure all these things in the most legitimate of manner... It seemed he may have been a bit late. With rather heavy sack of goodies in tow, Agustin made his way into this fortress of merriment. With polite yet characteristically awkward nods to those he passed, he made his way more-or-less straight for the hosts. To Sawyer and Aguirre he gave a wave of his free hand and a beaming grin. "Been a while, eh? Nice to see you again, Sawyer. Aguirre." Edited by Cid, Thursday, 9. January 2014, 02:40.
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| Dove | Monday, 23. December 2013, 19:35 Post #11 |
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Dove rolled his eyes. Jhael was singing again, and if he didn't know better he'd guess the Pale Creature was high as a kite. Wait, who was Dove kidding? He didn't know shit. "Shut up they begged him, par rum pa pum pum." Alas, Jhael was not to be convinced into ceasing his Christmas cheer routine. Dove settled for rolling his eyes once more and holding his own bags close. A compromise had been reached. Dove had, with Ms. Mancini's help, picked out two bottles of shit hot vampire drinkables. One was booze, he knew, the other was something much more chemical in nature and more difficult to obtain. While Dove had the vampires covered, Jhael had been tasked with buying booze for the living members of this little gathering - simply because Dove had been turned away empty handed when he'd try to buy some from the local shop. A little detail he hadn't offered when arranging who would bring what. A second bag held the presents Dove needed to dish out before Christmas day, and thinking about them brought a grin to his face. "This isn't what I was expecting, this isn't a church. Weren't we supposed to be going to a church? Can they even go into a church?" A question to file away for later. He'd yet to ask about the whole crosses and holy water thing. Compared to his 'wise men' companions, Dove was more casually dressed - blue jeans and his favourite red trainers, a plain white t-shirt, then a red hoodie and finally a leather jacket. Real leather, since Ms. Mancini had chosen it. "You sure this is the right place?" The way Jhael was fingering his lucky charm was a little unnerving. Dove gave Mr. Dawid a nervous look, the presence of the considerably older ghoul something of a reassurance. That said, the invite had come from Mr. Sawyer, and Mr. Sawyer was super-trustworthy as far as Dove was concerned. "Do you think they'll have turkey sandwiches? I'm starving!" |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 00:24 Post #12 |
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Lucy did not know all the people who'd be there. And of the few she knew, she didn't really know them well enough to be getting them presents that she knew they'd like. That, however, had in no way stopped her from getting each and everyone a present. One she'd made even. Why? Because. That's why. Said presents were currently tucked into a backpack hanging off of one shoulder as the Brujah, dressed in black tights, knee high boots, a loooong Christmas hat (seriously, the English language could do with adopting a few Norwegian or Swedish words, "lue" for one) and a knee long knitted sweater with a matching scarf to go with it, came bouncing up the stairs. So it was at least a Christmasy Brujah that up and nearly ran into the ones waiting at the door. "Hey!" the human looking Kindred flashed them a happy grin, her skin even having picked up a slight flush from the cold outside contrasting with the warmth inside, but apparently had no desire to wait for the door to get opened. "C'mon, everyone's inside" she said, moving past them to simply open the door and wave them all in with her as she'd push the door open with her shoulders, do a half spin and then threw her arms up with a "Merry Christmas!" to everyone there. Well, honestly. What did you expect? |
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| Toran | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 01:38 Post #13 |
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The thick built man raised a hand to wave at the newcomers. He walked past Mac and slapped her upside the head and snorted. "Idiot. Go check your presents." Lucy's arrival did a good job of blanking his mind from Mac's non-garb. His face splitting into a huge grin and his icy blue eyes softening as he took her in. He slipped past Dove, Jhael and Dawid as they entered to wrap his arms around Lucy and give her a kiss. "I'm sure there's mistletoe here somewhere, but I don't need an excuse." He set her down and smiled. Looking at the newcomers. He wasn't sure if they were human, vampires, for all he knew they were werewolves because why the fuck not. Shrugging his shoulders he grinned at them. "Can I help you boys carry anything in or set stuff down?" His voice was a deep soft rumble, like a thick dark blanket lain over the room. He hooked his thumbs into his cargo pants and smiled warmly. Still riding his high from finalizing his bond to Lucy. True it made him look like a lovesick moron... but frankly... he was a lovesick moron. If one with a very strange way of showing it at times. |
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| Aguirre Efrain Maddox | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 22:49 Post #14 |
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![]() ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Despite how much Aguirre hated Christmas--especially for all the commercial garbage and brainwashing involved--she was...begrudgingly...excited for this party. Maybe not for the tree, which was topped with the same noggin she'd explicitly asked to be removed from the apartment. Not for the presents, either, and definitely not for all the baking involved--besides the batch of special cookies she'd made specifically for Mac, though the others with working digestive systems were welcome to them also. Not for presents, because fuck taking a Pagan holiday and turning it into a pissing contest only won when the most money has been spent, somehow celebrated around the birth of a deity whose actual birth date wasn't even in December. If anything, Aguirre was more likely to play the part of the Grinch than she was Cindy Lou Who, but that sure wasn't the way things had worked out. The Brujah was more excited for the company in which she'd get to spend the holiday, thankful for the family she'd found after spending so many years as a hermit. Perhaps she didn't like everyone who was coming, but that wasn't the point. The point of family was being able to tolerate them all while they were standing in the same room and shooting each other with passive-aggressive remarks, to be able to love them beyond their faults as people, to inherently care about their well being and how they spent the holiday. Maybe it sounded unpleasant when it was set in such terms, but to her? It was stressful, sure... but it was worth it to bring everyone together, every fucked up person she gave a damn about --plus a few she wasn't so fond of, but would, as stated before, tolerate for the sake of the holiday. Especially for Sawyer, who was more excited about Christmas than anyone she'd ever met in her collective fifty-two years, and really very adorable while basically dancing over everything Christmas related. In the spirit of the holiday, she'd put on a classic movie (A Christmas Story), though it only flickered silently across the television screen while covers of old seasonal songs played in the background. She wasn't a fan of holiday music by any means, and the song currently playing--an instrumental version of 'We Wish You A Merry Christmas' on piano--made her nose scrunch up slightly. Things were prepared in advance, because when it came to social gatherings like these, she liked to be prepared. She didn't want to be like her mother, rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off and stressing everyone else in the house out because she couldn't get her shit together in time for the guests to arrive. There was a folding table covered in a rich red table cloth and decorated with bits of fake holly surrounding plates, which held all the sweets she and Sawyer had baked together, besides what was lining the kitchen counters. It was amazing how much was actually left over when one was unable to snack on the product while preparing it, and even more amazing that two supposedly damned creatures would put so much work into the holidays. In her mind, it was all for the attendees, right down to the very last square of peppermint fudge. To add her own small treat, Aguirre had gotten stockings for everyone invited as well as her housemates--plus a few extra, since she wasn't actually sure who was coming with whom and which uninvited guests would make themselves at home. They each contained different things, split up between items useful to the undead and treats more the living. She wasn't even entirely sure who Sawyer had invited, and she was quite sure Church was not at all comfortable having people in their home, but the Nosferatu sure had a persuasive way of being so cheerful that absolutely no one wanted to crush the mood... Whether their own was in a static state of annoyance or not. She'd gotten the boys each something to put under the tree, as well as small, practical gifts for each attendee she was vaguely aware would be arriving soon. To be honest, she was the worst gift giver in the world, but she at least tried to find things unique to each member of their ever growing family. She'd been leaning in the doorway between the living room and the hallway that led to their bedrooms--whose doors were shut in the interest of some semblance of privacy--watching Sawyer do his little last minute adjustments. As usual, she'd let him pick the dress she wore, though this time she wasn't entirely opposed to wearing the outfit he chose. It was cute, at least. She watched her bouncy Nosferatu, corners of her mouth upturned in a subtle smile. The memory of Christmas with her brothers, mother, and father drifted through her mind like wisps of white smoke, a time she tried to tune out in favor of the merriment that was supposed to be happening very soon. There was no reason to mourn over a family she'd left behind decades ago when she had so many others coming to celebrate and fill the void. The Mouse almost jumped out of her skin with the prompt knock at the door, coming back to reality as guests began to arrive--and before she could get mute her nerves long enough to open the door, there was Mac barging in with Moshe and Toran at her heels. She offered them a smile as they walked in, already cringing slightly at the Amazonian's volume. She wasn't about to spoil the fun already, though. She wondered idly where Mac's biggest fan, AKA Damon Church, was hiding. Shouldn't he have been out here to say hello to his 'date'? Distracting from the commotion was Agustin, who Aguirre was actually quite pleased to see. He even came bearing gifts, or so that's what she would have guessed was in the backpack, and he'd cleaned up too. This was a vast improvement from how they'd found him in Chelsea, both on the outside and seemingly the inside, too. He looked significantly more... sane. "Hey... Hey y'all. Thanks for comin'. Make yourselves at home, anythin' I can put awa--" she was interrupted by a few more new arrivals, Lucy coming through the door with Dove, Jhael, and... Dawid. Dawid? God, if this didn't turn out to be the most uncomfortable Christmas party in the history of Christmas parties, she would be amazed... Whatever. Everyone bad brought so much for this party, put so much thought into it... Her smile grew slightly broader, honestly flattered that somehow--despite living in a city full of terrible people and monsters--she and Sawyer had managed to pull together so many, and they were just as excited to be here as she was to have them. For the most part, anyway. Who'd have ever thought that vampires would celebrate the holidays, anyway? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Honestly, when did vampires start celebrating Christmas? Cadence was quite shocked to receive the invitation in the mail, wasn't sure what to do with it exactly. It would be rude not to show up, wouldn't it? Would his Aunt take offense? Would 'Uncle Sawyer' himself be particularly unhappy that the Gangrel's presence was missing from the picture? Perhaps, though to justify his consideration of the option to neglect this humble gathering, he hadn't exactly planned meeting his aunt for the first time in front of a crowd. Wasn't that a little overdramatic, to say the least? What if she cried? Cadence couldn't handle crying, wouldn't be able to handle crying from someone who was virtually a stranger, and had the feeling that if she was anything like the rest of their family? She wouldn't appreciate tearing up in front of others. He was already nervous, fidgety, anxious.. He wasn't sure what he'd say. He wasn't sure he wouldn't just give the obnoxious Host a pop in the jaw for tossing this at him on short notice. Unfortunately for Cadence, dressing formally wasn't exactly his strong suit. He wanted to look less like a vagrant than usual, to make a good impression on the woman he'd been hearing stories about for most of his life. He wasn't aiming to be particularly festive... In fact, he hoped more to blend into the background, which was why he'd come in mostly dark colors. He wasn't sure he'd actually know anyone at the party, and he wasn't terrible with strangers, but they sure seemed to have a way of making him miserable wherever he went... or embarrassing him to the point where he would never be able to return to the same place in good conscience. Please, for the love of God, let this night be a good one. Please? Just one night where I don't embarrass myself somehow would be a pleasant surprise. He made his way up six flights of stairs slowly, meticulously, stepping carefully on each stair until he reached the correct floor. Cadence was still contemplating turning around and going back home, but wouldn't that be a strange time to give up and go home? The whole reason he'd come to London in the first place was in pursuit of the cold case that was his aunt, and the whole thing had fallen into his lap rather suddenly.. Maybe he'd been better prepared to fail in his investigation than to actually find Aguirre. If one shot low, they would never be disappointed. It struck him with a distinct sense of trepidation and excitement simultaneously, causing him to run scenarios through his mind where this didn't end badly, turning him into the optimist he'd never wanted to be. He came around to the apartment, expecting to have to knock, but instead being caught in the frame of an open door. Edited by Aguirre Efrain Maddox, Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 02:45.
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| Jhael | Tuesday, 24. December 2013, 23:58 Post #15 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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Refusing to be oppressed tonight, Jhael escalated as he innocently wandered to the other man's side. "THEN HE SMILED AT MEEEE, PA RUM PUM PUM PUM, ME AND MY..." SWAT! That gave off such a satisfying sound when his palm bounced off Dove's ass. "...DRUM!" "Yeah, pretty sure unless he was ly- Oh, hey!" He blinked as a festive woman he didn't know barged past to open the door. "We could do that? Oh." Bemused, he picked up that heavy bag to drag inside. A deep voice rumbled in his ear offering to help carry things. "No, thanks, I'm fine, I'll just leave this by the... tree?" Candy canes rose to hold aloft a very impressive pair of ornaments! His blue eyes grew large just to behold them. That's not the tree! It's a woman he doesn't know. Fuck, so many people he didn't know already. "Excuse me!" Tunnel visioning through everyone to beeline for the tree, Jhael dragged the bag through the room and plopped it down with a sigh. Dusting off his hands, he stepped back to get a look at this... eccentrically decorated tree. He snorted, lips twitching in a smirk at the arsenal that someone threw all over the branches. Then his eyes reached the top. Jhael furrowed his brow, tip toeing and lifting his chin in effort to get a closer look. Is that real? The fuck? "Is that real?!" he asked out loud. "Oh, my god. I'm spending Christmas with the Donner party. So macabre! I need a drink." Jhael turned away and wandered with that goal in mind, leaving the gifts under the brass knuckles, dynamite and the watchful skull. Gifts tagged for Sawyer Gifts tagged for Aguirre Gifts tagged for Dove
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| Sawyer | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:09 Post #16 |
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Friendly Neighborhood Vampire
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"Oh, hey, y'all!" Sawyer gave a cheerful wave from the kitchen, setting down a plate of gingerbread cookies on the countertop. Sawyer's outfit for the night was a bright cherry-red blazer and brown slacks. A matching bow tie lent a touch of class; the vaguely ridiculous reindeer antlers on his head balanced any class out with kitschy tackiness. He smiled brilliantly at the assorted newcomers, falsely blue eyes twinkling. "All y'all brought presents?" He tilted his head, looking a little flustered. He had put on the invitation that gifts weren't necessary, seeing as most of the folks here didn't actually know each other, but no one really paid attention to invitations, did they? "Uh, set 'em under the tree, I guess, and mind the decorations. Wouldn't want none of y'all to get fingers sliced off by a shuriken or nothin'. You can thank Mac for all that..." Speaking of his favorite sociopath, she seemed to have really taken the Christmas spirit thing to heart, judging by that Mrs. Claus costume. Or, uh, lack of a costume, whichever. Moshe, at least, seemed a little flummoxed by the sudden appearance of megaboobs, poor little guy. Unfortunately, it was probably a little obvious that Sawyer was staring, too; Aguirre gave him a swat, and he flashed a sheepish grin back at her. Really, he only had eyes tonight for his Mouse, who looked absolutely stunning. She matched his outfit perfectly in her red skater dress and brown scarf, though she had flat-out refused to wear a pair of antlers. Apparently mouse ears was her limit, and anything more was just too much of a trial for the resident grinch. Still, he could hardly complain. She'd been a remarkable good sport about all of this, and even had helped him with all the baking and decorating, though he did have a strange suspicious that she'd slipped something not quite legal in at least one batch of cookies... His train of thoughts was interrupted by the arrival of Agustin and a sack of gifts. With a delighted laugh, Sawyer wrapped the Malkavian up in a rough bear hug. "There you are, kid! Shit, glad you could make it, I'll have to introduce you to your new grandma and grandpa, ha." He ruffled the young man's hair fondly, before glancing around at the remaining guest. Looked like most everyone was here... except... Bingo. Awkwardly in the doorway stood a single, scruffy suspected vagrant, looking quite nervous and out of place. In a flash Sawyer scurried across the room, rushing to Cadence's side with all the excitement of an eager puppy. "Hey!" He said with an enormous grin, shoving a plastic stick-on bow at him. "Put this on! C'mon dude! She's over here!" Edited by Sawyer, Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:11.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:32 Post #17 |
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Art in Ink
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The Brujah more than happily returned the kiss when Toran picked her up, her own arms wrapping around his shoulders in return with a happy grin and even stealing another quick little kiss as she was put back down while he offered to help the other arrivals. Yeah, Lucy looked like she was on cloud nine and she pretty much was. Something everyone was going to have to deal with. Poor Mac was probably going to hate her by the end of the evening but it couldn't be helped. The Brujah was simply too happy to care. As such, the backpack with the gifts were put down over by the tree which uhm, decorations were somewhat... unusual. Before her eyes, her actual natural blue tonight, looked around for one person who she really really needed to talk to: Sawyer, who was showing someone inside. Which in turn was the only thing saving him from a painful crushing hug. Damn it! Lucy chewed on her lip but decided to not interrupt things seeing as the other guy looked a little out of place. Though that also meant that she'd slide up next to Mac and give her a friendly grin despite their last encounter. |
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| Tzippy | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:51 Post #18 |
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Ancilla
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It was a whirlwind of noise and sound and touch and firework explosions. Moshe froze in his flight from Mac and Toran, staring wide eyed into space for several moments near the kitchen he had tried to retreat to. It took time for everything to just process, the back up of sensation finally filtering down to something a bit more manageable. He blinked blearily, offering Sawyer and Aguirre a hesitant smile as he set the bag down on the counter with a hand only slightly trembling. "I do not know if there.... I made some doro wat and injera bread but then I remembered... But yes, if there are people who can eat it, I brought it." A faint blush was enough to show just how mortified he had been. All that work sneaking into a worryingly clean flat to cook and prepare only to remember afterwards that... Well, food and drink just didn't seem to work anymore. But he had already put so much work into the dish and he couldn't just put it aside. So he brought it anyway, setting the covered pot of spicy chicken stew up on the counter with a package of paper bowls and plastic silverware nearby, a platter of flat bread uncovered. The bottle of hot sauce was for those that didn't think it was spicy enough. That taken care of, he had stepped back, smiling a bit more brightly. And then a series of familiar voices made him inhale sharply, turning quickly towards the door. Luckily, with the counter and crowd in the way, he hadn't been spotted. But he could recognize that blond hair anywhere. The deep lavender mixing with exuberant red violet and soft cool grey. A lanky frame and wild gestures, cheerful chirp of a voice that was a stab of pain. Moshe dropped, scuttling around the counter as he frantically searched for a hiding place, pale eyes flying wildly. In his panic, he didn't quite think things through, diving into the space between the Christmas tree and the wall just as the trio stepped inside. He made a shushing gesture frantically at anyone who looked his way, face tensed as he tried not to panic. They could not know he was still around. Oh, shit, why hadn't he thought of this?! They couldn't know. If they knew, Alarik would know and oh, God oh God oh God.... He clutched his chest, forcing himself to stillness least the fit of nerves make the Christmas tree rattle too much. On reflection, he really should have dove into the bathroom. Fuck. Edited by Tzippy, Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 00:52.
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| Dove | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 01:30 Post #19 |
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Tramp
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Dove yelped when Jhael slapped him on the arse, and was winding up for a return punch to the shoulder when others moved between them and into the party. It could wait. Dove got the feeling he was going to have plenty of opportunity to punch Jhael as the night went on. Wasn't that what parties were for? "Hiiiiiiiii!" He chirped as they made their way inside. "I've got some stuff for yoooou." Some of the people inside he recognised, some he didn't and most he could put names to. Not knowing who of the ones he didn't were vampires and who not, Dove just carried on like they all were. It's not like any ghouls were going to sample the drinks by accident. "Goodies, my sun-challenged friends! Courtesy of the generosity of Ms. Mancini. Now, one of these bottles is the finest brandy you can buy, or something, but the other one, hooo! I hope none of you are driving home toniiiight." Dove waffled on in his sing-songy voice as he carefully placed the bottles among all the other seasonal fare, swapping them for a snatched cookie on the retreat. He had presents for some of them, too. These also went under the tree to sit with the rest of the goodies, though again there had to be a trade. The tiny ninja star was shiny and gorgeous! Dove plucked it down from where it sat up on the tree and turned it over in his hands a couple of times before pocketing it. The presents Dove had brought along were personal, hand-made by him for the people he knew well and knew would be there. Dove had fretted and flailed over what to get anyone until Ms. Mancini had come up with the perfect suggestion. Several hours later, all Dove's Christmas gifting woes were over. Art, as it turned out, was easy! Dove was a painter now. Sawyer's Present Aguirre's Present Jhael's Present Each one had it's own title and story, but he would wait until they were unwrapped before trying to explain. He didn't want to spoil the surprise! "Mmmmmmmm! These cookies are amazing!" He went back for another. |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 25. December 2013, 03:24 Post #20 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin, not the littlest kid here by far, probably somewhere in the middle thanks to the giants roaming around, felt nearly crushed by the large Nosferatu's pretty-much-a-tackle of a bear hug, forcing out a winced "Uh, glad to be here..." His hat knocked off in the act, making way for Sawyer to rustle the smaller man's hair around like some playful schoolyard bully. Confused was he by Sawyer's words even more, 'Grandma and grandpa..?' Pondered to himself exactly who the fuck was referred to by this statement. Instinctively, he pulled his backpack close to his chest; it held more than just gifts for his friends, but also the rest of his belongings in total. Like a tiny home full of his stuffs, impressively packed to the brim, hidden from prying eyes as best he could manage. As Sawyer put Agustin back down, thankfully more gently this time, so as to attend to other guests, greetings accepted by big vampire brother and sister as he preferred to think of them, the unusually cheery Lunatic looked around to see if he knew anyone else here. Not likely as he wasn't exactly the gregarious or popular type. But there were people here he recognized! His memory served him well occasionally, it had been an asset to him in mortal days, at least. Mac, the hell-bitch she was, dressed in... Oh, sweet gods, this might get awkward... Also Moshe, whom he had partied with before, though Agustin couldn't quite recollect in what manner at this very moment. He was apparently in some sort of situation, he shushed Agustin, and then dove behind the fucking Christmas tree. Oh, that fidgety little person. Lovely. As the curious Malkavian surveyed the rest of the occupants of this ever-shrinking abode; Three gods damned ghouls! He recognized all three of them! At least one a bit begrudgingly. He knew them to be as much from his short interactions previous. Like, what else could they be? Without warning; a mischievous, downright devilish grin flashed across Agustin's features as he pointed in turn at each of them and shouted plainly. "Eat. Fuck. Kill." The first word said with a hunger directed toward Dove, whom he had tasted before. A delicious little morsel, he was. The second with an almost perverted hint at the blond, almost androgynous pretty-boy he had met at his gods-awful presentation... And the last near bitter choice for that ridiculous little fucker Dawid, who though he gave Agustin a good guffaw, he couldn't help but feel a touch disdainful of. The Kine in question may very well have been frightened by this outburst from the easily distinguished Malkavian, or almost certainly creeped the fuck out, at least. Agustin burst into laughter and his wild eyes fell from their visages, and though short lived as this ruckus was, it surely drew attention to the oblivious introvert. A good thing he hadn't noticed the big guy and the pink chick making out in the hallway, as illogically jealous as Agustin tended to become around lovers. He could deal with Aguirre+Sawyer, more or less, but others dangling their happiness around him might illicit an episode of melancholia at best. With holiday scouting completed for the moment, Agustin collected himself back into a more sane demeanor as he picked his beanie back up from where Sawyer had inadvertently thrown it to, and straightening his ensemble, made for whatever couch or chairs might be available. Perhaps an appropriate movie was on? But the music currently playing sucked something terrible. Someone needed to fix these tunes, and pronto! |
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