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| Catch Me If You Can; (Open) Attn Ares, Ronnie, Jack, Tory | |
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| Topic Started: Thursday, 2. January 2014, 06:18 (1,128 Views) | |
| Dylan Ford | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 06:18 Post #1 |
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Dylan sat in at a table, he had several people gathered round him as he strummed his guitar. He is wearing faded blue jeans, his leather jacket, and a shirt that says; I don't have Tourette's. You're just a Cunt. Dylan strums the guitar and then lets his voice join in. "You think you're smart, you're not. It's plain to see, that you want me to...follow. It's killing me, let's see, You've got the gall. Come take it all." Dylan's fingers work the frets expertly, and he flashes a smile to one of the girls who is bopping her head to his rhythm. "The Jury is coming, coming to tear me...apart. All this bitching and moaning. Come on, it's on. I'm trapped in this world, lonely and fading, Heartbroke and waiting...for you to come." Dylan smiles to his small audience as he continues the song. When he finishes he takes out his phone and sends a text, before starting another song. Text to Jack and Tory.
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| Ares | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 07:02 Post #2 |
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Ares walks with Ronnie up to the doors of the Night Tipper and looks about...they might as well be walking into hell itself, but something felt off. "Why are we hunting this guy in the first place...vandalism, yes, I get that...it pissed off the prince...but why would the Anarchs go so far as to do that? They seemed to be the type to just want to do their own thing and not get involved in anyone else's shit...at least, that was the impression he got from the ones in New York. Something seems off...was this really revenge on him kicking out that girl's chair from under her? Nah...that seems a bit extreme, and how would they know I'd be coming to collect?" he thought as he looked at the door. You ready brother? This is the place...at least it is a pub, I wouldn't mind a cold brew in my hand. He says as he offers Ronnie a cigar and lights one up himself. Beer and cigars always went well for the old First Sarge. |
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| Ronnie | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 11:55 Post #3 |
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Ronnie had a look around. Ah, there the vandal was, playing the guitar, singing some strange song. Ronnie was surprised when Ares offered him a cigar. The young Brujah had never smoked a cigar before. Well, then it was about time to try. And it wasn't even so bad. Tasted a lot better than cigarettes, for sure. "So you really think we first talk to him? Well, O.K., if you think so...have you talked to him before?" Ronnie wasn't really that keen on having a talk with that Anarch. A surprise attack, staking the guy and be done with it would be a lot better. Why warn the guy? He might vanish. But Ronnie would do what Ares preferred. |
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| Ares | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 14:14 Post #4 |
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We may have to if it's got any body in there that would see us...staking someone is better done when nobody can see...if not, then we are causing a bigger fuss than him and it will be our posters up on a wall. he says just before they enter. I wouldn't call our last meeting a chat. He was threatening to shoot me with the gun he held behind his back...I then suggested he keep it tucked away. I was going to say more, but then I got a text from back home and had to go...with any luck, we may find out what's going on...the Anarchs I knew weren't into anarchy, they just hated being ruled over...vandalism usually wasn't their style. |
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| Ronnie | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 18:50 Post #5 |
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That pub was truly called Tripper. What a crazy name. “Yeah well, sounds like a really nice chap. Do you think he knows you’re a bloodsucker? Maybe we can lure him outside? We could provoke him and go outside for a fight. Find out what’s going on? You mean, listen if he blurts some of his next plans out? But we can only spy on him if he talks to someone. We don’t know if there are any of his buddies here. So maybe we first wait if he talks to somebody? ” But the Prince wanted that guy staked. Ronnie was not a Nosferatu, who sneaked up on people to spy on them. Oh well, but it might be worth a try, why not. "Or what if we make him chat...with that certain presence trick?" Edited by Ronnie, Thursday, 2. January 2014, 19:25.
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| Dylan Ford | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 19:27 Post #6 |
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Dylan glanced through the small crowd he had gathered around him, he spotted the massive Ares. He noted Ares brought a friend with him and looked that one over as well. Dylan gave a bit of a smirk. He raised his beer, in mock salute to the pair, and took a small sip. He then looked to the female beside him, and gave a laugh. The Toreador, missed whatever the girl had said, but she thought it clever. Dylan stole another glance at Ares, curious to see if he was coming over. "Oi, you still trying to get your leathers? Or you just trying to take Tory down memory lane again?" |
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| Victoria Scott | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 20:02 Post #7 |
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Even though she was dead and odourless, she liked to keep herself clean. Her phone rang right after she came out of the shower. Water still running down her athletic body, the Brujah barely dried her hand off in a towel before picking it. It was only a text from Dylan, one that made her raise an eyebrow. Text to Dylan She took a pair of blue jeans, a white sleeveless T-shirt with the name of some random 80's band on it, a black hoodie and her jacket, and looked herself in the mirror one more time. The black veins under her skin, along with the bruised lips and bags under her eyes made her look like a creepy marble statue under the faint light of the bathroom. The veining beat once, perfectly visible under the pale white leather, and suddenly her face and body took a more vivid colour. Hiding the knife in one of her black military boots, Tory raced down the stairs. Minutes later, the roar of a Harley broke the silence of a place somewhere in North London. |
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| Jhael | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 20:55 Post #8 |
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Prince Blucher's Dinner (still not quite house trained)
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Text to RonRon
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| Ares | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 21:00 Post #9 |
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((Crap-tastic cell coverage...I had to rewrite everything I wrote and now have to change it. ..lol ))Ares sees the nod and the mock cheers and buffs again. Seems he can never fit into a croud. He gives Ronnie a look that says it will be ok to do what he has to do. |
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| Ronnie | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 21:13 Post #10 |
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"Who is Tory?" Ronnie noticed that he had received a message and showed it to Ares. So obviously provoking a fight wasn't such a good idea after all. "Yeah, I should better use my charm." So Ronnie walked over to the guy and smiled. "Hi, I'm Ronnie, and what's your name? Are you a musician?" He didn't use any presence just yet. |
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| Ares | Thursday, 2. January 2014, 23:33 Post #11 |
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Tori is the former Scourge that we met at George's little party. I had tried to talk to her calmly last time...but no such luck. Aguirre was easier to talk to and seemed to be relatable. She is the one to watch out for. Tori is tough and very smart and very angry...which can be a bad combo if we are trying to get this done cool. I'll be here. If you feel something is off, something aint right...just tap your feet of drop your glass. Talk quick, find out what is the reason for the vandalism and see if he can see the reason for us coming to the talk to him. If he's smart, he's gonna see we just want to talk. And that the Prince probably just wants to get an apology in what ever way or he would have asked for his head instead of him being delivered to him...if he won't listen to logic and reason, explain to him that we came in the front door of this pub and not waited for him in some back alley like an Obfuscated Sheriff might some night... I got your back bro. |
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| Victoria Scott | Friday, 3. January 2014, 01:56 Post #12 |
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Unbowed. Unbent. Unbroken.
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She was surprised to hear music when she approached the door, and even more surprised to find the place tidy and Dylan still in one piece, surrounded by a bunch of his newly achieved fans when she finally opened the door. At first, she didn't understand all the hurry in Dylan's message, until she saw the big fucking man, all dressed in black, standing right in front of the door. "Of fucking course" she hissed. Paying no attention to Rambo and his little brother, she took advantage of her petite complexion to sneak unnoticed amidst the crowd surrounding the Piper. "Before I start breaking shit. What the fuck is going on here?" she whispered. |
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| Dylan Ford | Friday, 3. January 2014, 04:26 Post #13 |
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Dylan smirks at Ronnie. "Me? I am the Pied Fuckin Piper, What you doing here Ronnie? You trying to jump ship, like your mate there?" Dylan gives a nod Tory's way. "Don't have to break nothing yet, seems the big guy wants another go at the whole memory lane thing." Dylan lets his gaze drift to Ronnie once more. "Speak quickly kid, you ain't looking like you got a friend here, cept the big fella there, and he ain't exactly the best at making friends." Edited by Dylan Ford, Friday, 3. January 2014, 04:45.
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| Ares | Friday, 3. January 2014, 12:30 Post #14 |
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Seeing it was gonna be 2 on 1 for Ronnie, Ares stepped closer...giving Ronnie a nod as he watched Tori try to sneak on in. In this mode, Ares wasn't someone you were gonna sneak past without Obfuscate. In his head, he wanted to say "we just came to talk," but something about all the cocky attitude the "artist" had just made the big man start to get upset. "The money ain't worth it. We should just come find him later when the price is for his head...some dark alley where we don't have to 'talk'" we can just cut his fuckin head right off...man, what I wouldn't give to have my 50 cal back right now...this would have been more of a 500 meter problem." He waited though, seeing what Ronnie had to say to Dylan...and now to see what Tori was gona do as well...still keeping a very well trained eye out for more troubles on the horizon. His eyes focused on Dylan for a second as Tori whispered to him. He thought for a second as he kept watch. "Something tells me this schmuck is gonna start World War III if he can...and here we are just coming to talk...some assholes always wana do things the hard way..." "Perhaps we should just leave and find him when he's not hiding here in this place...cowering behind Tori and who ever else is here. I'm sure he'll show up sonner or later." "Please say this guy ain't the best and brightest amongst the Anarch's corpse here in London." |
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| Ronnie | Friday, 3. January 2014, 13:03 Post #15 |
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Damn, what an arrogant guy. It was hard to stay cool and just talk, for sure it was. And how much Ronnie hated it to be called kid. ‘So you think you’re older than me?’ he almost said, but suppressed it. He was not supposed to provoke, was he. “Must be great to have “Fucking” as your middle name…” No provoking, oh bum, but he just couldn’t resist… But if that guy called him kid once more…so Ronnie better tried to make him behave a bit nicer. Not that he liked it a lot to manipulate people’s feelings, that was almost as bad as the brainfuck of a Ventrue, but in this case, why should he have a bad conscience about it? But hell, it would be so much better to stake the guy and get the reward of 10.000 quid than to stand here talking. [Presence 1] “I'm sure you like me a lot better than him, don't you? So you can be open to me. I really would very much like to know…why do you want to get Blythe House redecorated? And are there any other such plans on your mind? You can tell me...and you might as well tell me your real name.” |
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| Jack Andrews | Thursday, 9. January 2014, 23:28 Post #16 |
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And Jack arrived then. It was quiet entrance, he was dressed exactly as he had been for the last few days but his boots and jacket had been cleansed of the dust they had caught in the old textile fabric. He didn't say a thing, noticing the big man at the entrance, then Dylan, and then Tory. He looked at them to see if they caught a glimpse of him, to let them know he was there, and simply stood inside the place finding a comfortable place to lean on. |
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| Victoria Scott | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 04:41 Post #17 |
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"Wait, wait, wait." The tiny Brujah stepped between Dylan and the intruders. Something must've been wrong with her ears because even though she was not sure what was happening, what she just heard could very well be catalogued as the biggest bullshit since the UN being a keeper of world's peace. "Are you guys here in the North, Anarch territory if we ever have anything in this fucking rat's den worth of being called home because my friend here decided to pull some shenanigans on the Prince's house? Not even a fucking Elysium? Just the Prince house?" She snorted, rolling her eyes all over the place while muttering something that included the words Camarilla, bitches, and a string of dirty words with the power to make a Tourette Syndrome turn pale and cry. "Let me guess, Princey-Poo right there threw a stick and you came here to see who's the first to bring it back. Am I right?" If there was something Tory had earned on the last few weeks it was the power to make her tongue move as quickly as her legs when she activated the blood. Whoever was listening didn't have the time to reply before she cut the brief pause and started hurling again. "Of course I'm fucking right! Have you ever heard about Freedom of Fucking Speech? And even tho it might be considered a crime for your big cheeses, don't you have better things to do? Better arses to lick? Does his tastes like vanilla or something?" She catched Jack's silouette glancing next to the door, probably there for the same reason, and realised their time there was over when she finally turned at Dylan omitting the two Brujah. "I don't know about you Pied F. Piper, but I got enough of this shit. This isn't even worth a bloodshed. We better move on, unless you want to fuck a few groupies or something." |
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| Dylan Ford | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 20:11 Post #18 |
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Dylan smiled at Ronnie as the presence took effect. "I do like you, of course I like you. That's why I am trying to save you. That's why I am trying to show you a glimpse of what the fuck freedom looks like." Dylan glances to Tory with a grin, and follows her glance to Jack,then glances back to Ronnie. "Why do I want the Blythe house redecorated, I just want the outside to be a proper reflection of the inside, mate. As for my name? Dylan Ford, but I'm telling you, the Pied Piper carries a bit more weight." Dylan nods to Tory, and takes up his guitar. "Once upon a time, there was a clan, of warrior kings. They were a great clan, willing to fight and die for their beliefs." Dylan glances between Ares and Ronnie. "a shame they are an endangered species, no longer fighting, but scraping and bowing as the Top Tower Brat shits on them." Dylan gives a shake of his head, and stands, he tugs the girl along with him, and moves to follow Tory. Edited by Dylan Ford, Sunday, 19. January 2014, 20:11.
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| Ronnie | Sunday, 19. January 2014, 21:02 Post #19 |
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Nag, nag, nag. Oh yeah, that was her speciality of course, bitching around. Like on that clan meeting. Damn bitch. How could anyone stand women like that? It wasn´t worth replying to what she said, so Ronnie just kept up a bored pokerface. And the Fucking Piper didn´t have much better things to say or to sing. Freedom? If freedom meant to become like those people, then Ronnie prefered to do without it. "Oh yeah, very well, I get the picture", Ronnie said as if he was deadly bored, and in a way he was. "Won´t make me a follower of your cause, I´m afraid", he added dryly. If they had at least good arguments, that showed some wit. Ronnie was sure that even the Prince´s ass tasted better than to listen to this shit here. The Brujah had enough. Should someone else do the damn vandalhunting. 10.000 quid reward, but at the same time they weren´t supposed to make any fuss here, oh well. Waiting in a back alley might be the answer. But Ronnie wasn´t motivated for that either right now. He was simply fed up. "We´re wasting our time here", he said to Ares and went towards the door to leave the pub. Outside the pub he said: "I´ve had enough. Let´s go back home, or don´t you think." |
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| Ares | Thursday, 23. January 2014, 05:01 Post #20 |
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Ares looks at the 3 of them...so confident that the way they were going was the right way...was their way any different or better than the Camarilla or the Sabbat? Ares didn't particularly care anymore. This Tori with the guitar and the stuck on himself attitude would probably get his in a dark alley some night if the Tower wanted it bad enough...apparently they didn't though. And as for not making a scene, Ronnie was right, it wasn't worth it. he brushes past whomever was in his way without a care...it was time to go...in more ways then one. once back in the cool night air, he pulls out his keys and nods at Ronnie as they get in and drive off Really...not...worth...it. I got better things to do with my time brother. |
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