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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.

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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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Current Chronicle: Dragons and Lions; Pride and Fire
Current Season: Spring
Controlling Sect: Camarilla



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Population: 31

Camarilla
Anarchs
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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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Stilettos and broken bottles...; CLOSED attn Dylan Ford
Topic Started: Monday, 23. December 2013, 21:50 (1,152 Views)
Roisin Macnamara
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He answered it. He really did answer it. The girl looked surprised but also very satisfied he wanted to share that thought with her. A thankful smile accompanied the nod she gave him. Her arms got wrapped around him and she snuggled him briefly. She was cold but didn’t want to leave the roof or the moment they were in as if she was afraid it would all disappear and fall to pieces. Maybe it was the liquor that had her feelings running around so wild. Why was she clinging on to him like this? He was dangerous. She could see it in his eyes and a look of fear joined the joy she was still feeling.

It was a cocktail of emotions. Deep inside she screamed and wanted to get away but that primal instinct of survival got ignored by every fibre of her being and she had no idea why. Even drunk she was normally always able to stay out of big danger or to protect herself but now all she saw were his eyes and his smile. ”You would miss out on much fun if you tossed me off the roof.” she chuckled.

”I’m always up for a job if it’s any good in both the money area and the adventure part. I have fun and get paid for it. It’s the best job in the world!”

Roisin closed her eyes when she felt his lips against her and soon the teasing touch evolved into a proper kiss. It pulled her in even closer. The tremble stopped and so did the kiss. A whimper escaped her. She didn’t want to stop kissing him. ”I have now...” she whispered. ”...what are you doing to me? This can’t be just the alcohol... can it?” The last part was more a question towards herself than towards Dylan. She started to wonder whether she could trust her own feelings.
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The piper held the girl tight as she snuggled against him, and he matched her kiss passionately. His hands moving to the small of her back, his arms creating an almost protective cocoon around the Irish woman. He lets his eyes meet hers as their lips part. "There is this guy that wants me dead, now of course we don't want this to happen. I don't think that he could do it, guy seems like a punk kid really. I want you to steal a check from his primogen, his Vampire daddy, or boss depending on the individual. Not really steal though, just fill it out for ten thousand pounds. For the memo leave a note that says Ronnie's life, and sign it the Pied Piper. Think you are up for it?"

He flashes a grin at her, his eyes pleading. "I don't want you to take anything extra from him, guys has a decent rep in my circle of friends. His name is George Harris, hopefully that will help you find him."
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His hand on her back gave her some rest. She could lean into his arm and instead of standing on her toes she now let herself stand small again. Her bare feet started to get numb from the cold but she didn’t care as long as she could stay close to him. Roisin frowned when he mentioned someone wanted him death. It wasn’t surprising that people like him made enemies. She started to wonder whether George had many enemies or not. Certain words made her look worried. Primogen, stealing, signing a note that gives him a life of another if she understood that correctly. And then it got worse he needed it from George! Her George?

”Oh fuck me!”

The girl said in surprise and in shock. Maybe this meeting wasn’t so by chance. Maybe he knew she knew him. She pushed herself away from him wrapping her arms around herself.

”How do you know I know George? I can’t do that! It will get me killed and even if I wanted to I have no idea where he works or keeps his documents. I’m just a human Dylan. I know you don’t care about that but I do care about my beating heart. He’ll kill me. He knows where I live and... “ She couldn’t mention to him they were discussing on ghouling Roisin.

”I have no idea how to do that. And I don’t think I want you dead even though you nearly killed me only minutes ago. Even if I do it, which is a big if, there would only be trouble for me. Risking my entire career and life for some pretty boy I just met. That would be very foolish of me, no?”

Roisin smirked and shrugged. She wondered whose anger would be worse: Dylan’s or George’s. Even though she grinned at him like she couldn’t give a damn about anything she was very afraid about his reaction.
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Dylan leveled his gaze on her, his eyes meeting hers carefully. "This has been a bearable night, I can almost say I have enjoyed it. There is something about you, love..." Dylan's lips curled into a little grin. "How about we simplify the task then. You give George a piece of paper with my number, I don't care if you hand it to him, or slide it into his pocket."

"Dylan shakes his head. "I did not know you knew him, it is just a pleasant coincidence. I chose you because you seemed like you needed a flash of reality, it was you who mentioned that you were a thief." The corners of his mouth turn up into a grin. "But what do you know about him, I heard he was reasonable."
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Something about her? Yeah her blood! She frowned when he grinned and got scared again from him. This night was just so fucked up. It was still not too late to jump off the roof but giving his number to George wouldn’t be a problem. ”I can do that.” Then she smiled and giggled. ”Can I use the number as well? You know... on a more personal level.” The fear in her eyes made room for mischief.

The Irish girl laughed and shrugged. A flash of reality? She rolled her eyes and shrugged. ”I had that yesterday why you think I’ve been trying to drink myself into oblivion today? fucking vampires

Her mind seemed to become clearer now that she was standing away from him a bit but she was still so cold. ”I can tell you a bit about George but could we find a place that’s warm for me and a bit more private? Oh and collect my shoes on the pavement.” she smirked.
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Dylan flashed another dangerous little grin her way. "Of course you can call me love." The piper placed another little kiss on her lips. "I would be quite upset if you did not."

Dylan pulled his coat off and draped in over her shoulders, the heavy leather like a flag on a conquered fortress. He wrapped his arm about her and led her toward the fire escape. "I know just the place love."
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Damn! When he smiled like that she seemed to melt away. What was it about bad boys that always made them seem so attractive? You know it’s no good but still you can’t seem to stay away from it. Then that kiss on her lips made her close her eyes and giggle with a blush. It was so soft, so gentle and she couldn’t help but to feel like a real girl, a teenage girl. She hated it when men had that effect on her. It didn’t happen often but when it did it brought her off balance...well actually it knocked her practically out of balance. She would have to be careful this night especially after all the liquor she had. She didn’t want to tell him too much about George.

When his leather coat fell on her shoulders she quickly wrapped it around her. Roisin walked along his side and descended the fire stairs. Once downstairs she found her stiletto’s and slipped her feet back in them. Now she was a few inches taller and it was easier to walk along his side. ”Lead the way mister Ford.”

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