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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.


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Fucking Santa Claus (ENDED)
Topic Started: Sunday, 12. January 2014, 18:51 (929 Views)
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Sometimes life gave you a beautiful moment. Even more rarely, it gave you that moment while you had a camera in your hands and the presence of mind to take a video clip. Those were very lovely times really. All sorts of mischief can be covered under the auspice of friendship. Sending Mac a video of herself being carried helplessly over a man's shoulder while dressed like a stripper santa, well, that was just icing on the cake. The sound bite he added might have been pushing it, but damn, sometimes you were just in the mood for a sexy party.

He'd cleaned the place, stowed all the breakables and figured now was as good a time to send her his amusing bit of emotional torment as he could think of.

@Tits4Brains: Saw the weirdest thing around Christmas time. This poor defenseless Santa Babe was picked up and carried around, totally harmless, by a man announcing his intention to debauch her. Poor helpless gal. Shame when this sort of thing happens, isn't it?
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There was no response.

Not from the phone anyways.

About a half hour later, there was simply a gentle rapping at his shops door. Calm, collected, three soft knocks with the back of bare knuckles.

Mac was standing on the step, hands in her pockets, favorite red hoodie slung over her shoulders as she appeared in the same old same old she always wore. On a daily basis, she never seemed to change. Ripped jeans, black wife beater, pile of dreads atop of her in a beautiful but sizable dread bun. Her expression was surprisingly calm, lips pressed together in a slightly unhappy fashion but her brows were knitted with beastly rage. When the door open, she looked up and moved to push past him and escourt herself inside. She was pretty much always doing that, she tended to just do what she wanted instead of waiting for people to do the whole 'welcome' in thing.

"Hey Fucker."
Edited by Mac, Sunday, 12. January 2014, 18:59.
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Toran let her in with a raised eyebrow. He was wearing a turtleneck and a loose pair of cargo pants, his normal steel toed boots. His black hair was trimmed at jaw length and his beard was short and his neck clean shaved. His frost-blue eyes watched her cautiously.

He rather expected to be assault at any moment. Hazard of this kind of friendship really. But it had its rewards. Somewhere. He closed the door behind her and pursed his lips, regarding her. She seemed, off.

"Now that the obligatory teasing is done, you want me to delete it?"

His voice was a deep smoke in the room. It was a sincere offer. He knew the difference between teasing and humiliating. While he'd razz Mac he wouldn't jeopardize her reputation or risk broadcasting something that might show a rival or enemy something which they could use against her. Still, she could be pretty unpredictable where emotional stuff was concerned. While the video of her being carried like a rag doll might have upset her, if he'd snapped a picture of that soft hug he'd seen in the kitchen she might have just out right killed him to keep the "secret" that she had a heart from ever getting out.
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She pushed past his large frame and into the work shop, immediately beginning a slow troll about it's benches and work tables. It was pretty much what she did, always looking for something to be grabbing and playing with. Toran always have new toys around, although they still needed to test the last toy he'd made. That new, more flexible kevlar wrap. She'd left it here so that they could test it proper in the shop, so if it wasn't all it was supposed to be she at least had someone friendly around to help her pick bullets out of her body.

"Yes. Please." His offer to delete the video was certainly not what she was expecting, she had expected him to tote the line of teasing into dangerous territory. To escalate her level of upset until she shot him, her browning tucked in the holster on the back of her backs, hidden under her black wife beater and bright red mens hoodie.

"Did you have to Sexy party it? That was... come on... Like it wasn't embarrassing enough." And let's face it, Mac didn't really know how to deal with embarrassment. She was usually the one to dish that sort of thing out, not take it. Rare few things could get her to more than blink an eye lash.
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"It might have been a touch cruel, I admit. On the other hand, from his declaration the guy seemed pretty focused on giving you what you do enjoy a great deal."

He took out his phone and deleted it right before her eyes, so she could see him do it, before it put the hardened rubber encased thing back into his pocket.

"And good for you. If you're having a ball getting fucked the way you like, no shame in that."

Which was the damned truth. It wasn't like he didn't know Mac loved to fuck, do drugs and feel the world through pain harsh enough to make more people beg for mercy. So if she was getting it somewhere, he was more than happy for her. Had a feeling the dude wouldn't have been at the party if he had been a real danger to her life. So, if she was getting it in a healthy way, he was even happier for her. Not that he'd talk about it much. Mac liked boasting about sex, and freaking people out, but actually conversations about what she enjoyed? Not so much. She was more of the "declarative statement" kind of person, than a normal back and forth conversationalist.

He didn't have any real complaints in that area himself. Lucy was more than enjoyable enough to take up his time and energy and the bond with her was strong and satisfying. He knew Mac would consider it no more than being a slave, but she didn't get the feelings that he'd had before she bonded him. Or, well maybe she did and they just scared the fuck out of her. She did love considering herself an uncomplicated, freedom loving woman.
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"Church is probably the first person I've ever met who likes to fuck the way I like to fuck, ain't no shame in it. Broken thighs and all...." She looked at him, hazel eyes near teasing a moment as a rather sexually charged expression caught her features. "There's just shame in the giggling and flailing in front of a whole room of care bear vampires and their pets."

She could blame the cookies right? It was partially the cookies that made her so placid over Churchs shoulders, and partially she worried about drawing even MORE attention if she really freaked out and started screaming and yelling at him. Maybe she should have stuck her free hand down his pants and shoved a thumb up his rear, that might have gotten him to drop her... Probably not, he would have giggled and and told her to wait till they got in the bedroom. Fucker.

Had he had his revenge for The Sparkling yet? The image in her mind made her grin, him all rolling on the floor agonizing over a face full of sparkles. Sparkles that were still hanging around his apartment, you could find a few now and then somewhere in his room and plenty stuck in the carpet.

"Speaking of which, saw Lucy briefly while I was hanging over Church's shoulders... I take it no one decided to plunge into the depths of the Sabbat to rescue that kidnapped girl?"

She piked up a strange spike, with a thick black ball on the end. Turning it over in her hand, she gave it a sniff as if trying to detect something from it before laying it back down and moving on to look at a set of engraved throwing knives.
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"No information turned up. Far as the world is concerned the girl barely exists. Found an article saying she was expelled from college for drug abuse. Couple of dance reviews; she had a minor following in the modern and belly dancing communities but she hasn't put on a show in months; also suspected to be drug related. Her apartment building never reported a break-in. Her cellphone bill is still getting paid. If she was kidnapped then it was either covered up and the cover-up is still going on.... or she might not have been quite as unwilling as it seemed."

He regarded her with his frost-blue eyes and his a faint smile. Church huh. So she's got her own vampire lover eh? Good to know. Good to remember anyway. She had a point though, that party had been a ton and a half of awkward for him. He hadn't been around that many people sober in years.

"Yeah, not the crowd I'm used to hanging out with myself."

He winced when she picked up the spike, but made no move to take it back. She'd only break it if she wanted too, or if he tried to imply she would.

"Portable motion sensors with a wifi transmitter. Figured they could get put into the ground around suspected havens or entrances and exits to track movement. Haven't gotten all the bugs out of them yet. To sensitive so far."

Because nobody wanted to be responding to a fucking leaf drifting across a doorway. That was the problem with outdoor motion sensors. You think you're secure then you go on lock down because a cat ran across your lawn.
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"Where's the glass gone?" She hadn't remarked when she'd walked passed it, but she did now. As it her mind was back tracking to things as she laid down the throwing stars after purposefully cutting into her thumb with one. The small welling of red brought to her lips to suck off, feet silently shifting to inspect the new contraptions. This time she reached for the longer tool, that looked an aweful lot like a cattle prod except that it was certainly not for cattle. Toran didn't deal in farming equipment.

"Crowds and me don't get along, but I promised Sawyer and Aguirre I would behave. They baked me special cookies to try and facilitate my niceness... I almost choked to death trying to wolf them down in the kitchen. I'm... I just... The only crowds I can take are the violent kind. A rave, a Metal show, a sabbat on slaught. Places where you don't have to behave."

She took the strange contraption, and made a jab at Toran with it. She wasn't actually trying to get him, she was moving far to lazily to be out to hurt... she was sort of asking what the fuck it was.

"So... You and Lucy are a ... thing still then?"
Edited by Mac, Monday, 13. January 2014, 21:43.
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The muscular man actually.... blushed, at her question about it.

"Sorta... fucked straight through it. Shattered the whole counter and ended up on the floor in here. "

He shook his head at her cutting her thumb and chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm not really all that big on crowds either. Too many years in solitary confinement. I'm a bit gun shy about big groups I guess. Too much going on. AND, I somehow ended up eating a couple of your cookies. Had to go walk it off outside. Lucy helped me get my head clear... and yeah, we're a thing. Pretty serious actually. She's pretty careful to avoid giving me commands and um... THAT... well, that's for our relationship. Just haven't vacuum sealed the glass around it. You've heard of a violet wand? That one's a bit more... energetic. Vampires are a bit tougher than normal folks. Though if I lay some of the right gel or metal down on the skin I can also use it to brand stuff."

He was still blushing, a bit. The muscular man reached up and rubbed the back of his head, tangling his black hair. Mac was still acting a bit on the odd side. He was thinking something rattled her emotional cage recently. She never came out and faced what was bugging her really, not unless she could just kill it.
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"You fucked through the counter?... Congradulations, I didn't know you had it in you."

When he explained what the contraption did, her eyes widened as her face spread into a look of impressed joy. She twisted it artfully in the air, like swinging a machete and passing it to the other hand with the grace of someone who played with knives like most kids had played with lego.

"Really? Now... that's something I could invest in. I'll take two. Also, did those cookies fuck your shit up or what? Hahaha... also, bad ass bracers by the way. Coupled with the fucking Honey Badger sweater Sawyer made me for christmas I'm thinking of becoming a super hero. Honey Badger Mac."

She tapped the creation against her leg, hoping for some kind of small jolt. Nothing, alas. He had said it wasn't quite done yet. She replaced it on the desk, moving around to look for the shit he'd put out of sight before letting her in.
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"I'll be sure to make you a few since you like the idea."

He chuckled and shook his head. She never changed really.

"Yes, the cookies DID fuck my shit a bit. First I was all mellow and then when people were rolling around on the floor I felt the need for a bit of space and air. Small apartments and big me don't get on well usually. Glad you liked the bracers though. Figured they'd look trendy enough to wear casual and you could even avoid getting your hand bitten off again."

He snorted at her, his voice wry with sarcasm and his frost-blue eyes looking her over carefully. She was a bit... different... since he'd known her last. Couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it was there. Still, he was a bit different himself.

"Yeah well, Lucy can take a bit more aggression than the average woman I came across; and let's just say I had a few personal changing moments in the last five years or so. A bit more in touch with the primal side of life."

Which was a good enough way of saying it. The muscular man just shook his head and crossed his arms over his stomach. Shouldn't have been surprised that it was the SEX TOY that Mac got the most amusement and desire out of. The fact that it could also be painful was just the cake for her icing really. He'd have to make sure hers used a higher setting than most people would go near. Be like her to take one made to be a bit stronger than normal and turn around and call it weak.
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"That's good, you used to kind of be a pussy. I'm glad about it though, I doubt we'd still be friends if we'd ever actually banged. Shit would have gotten awkward real fast."

Where were the things that went Boom? Those were always her favorite, but he appeared to have put them away better than just tucking them under a table, because she looked under it. Still, he had enough bits and bobs around the place to make her head spin at the idea of putting it all to use. She didnt make anything, not a damn thing. She was certainly not an evil genius, you would have to remove a G, and then an e, and the nius to get her. Even then, perhaps evil wasn't the right term for her anymore anyways. Her mind mulled that over, trying to decide what she could classify herself as.

"Did Sawyer give you to Lucy then?"

From one Cape to the next, still not an Anarch. She wanted him to be anarch so bad... The freedom of it. Trapped in the Camarilla was no place to be, like a dog forced to go to obedience school.
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"Knowing you one of us wouldn't have survived.... and I asked for Lucy. We've got a decent thing, and I felt strongly enough about her to realize that having a bond with her wouldn't change how I felt. Besides, you didn't want me to give up my pretty face."

He laughed, not even sure she'd remember muttering that when she had been in pain.

"Besides, Lucy and I mesh well on a number of levels. Our relationship is... complicated."

Which was one way of putting it. My vampire master wears my collar and does what I want when I call her Lilbit; just about anything I want. Was another way of putting it, but he wasn't about to say it around Mac. Woman could make a joke out of anything.

"Stop looking for explosives or spear guns or whatever you think I've got squirreled away. I make that shit custom to order for people. Not out of boredom. Not gonna just have half built bombs sitting all around my house when anyone might come in. Last thing I need is to get deported to the states and put back in Witness Protection with a bunch of awkward questions like "Why aren't you dead yet?""
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"Well yeah... There's a reason I don't often get a decent shag, they usually don't last long enough... I think you may have lasted a few minutes more than the average fellow, but generally kine then to die under me..."

She made a face at that, corners of her mouth pulling back and slightly downwards in a face of slight remorse. More than one. More than a handful.... in circumstances she would never revisit again. She'd learned that it was ghouls or Fangers really, and Fangers weren't her deal for more than a bang and a bite and a discrete feeding. She then Dominate her shit out of their heads, and dissappear... Or kill them. That was rare though.

Church fucked that shit up hardcore, which had fucked her in the head for the longest time. Still did to a degree.

"I'm glad you ain't... unhappy. She seemed like a good person, before she died and all. Still... I trust Sawyer to a degree, not to rat on me. To a degree... I am happy you get to keep your pretty face. "

How far did that degree go? Not that far. Not even as far as she could throw him, but it was growing. Course, she could throw people pretty far. That sort of trust took a long time to build, did she have that with any Fanger? Yeah. One.





Edited by Mac, Monday, 20. January 2014, 21:46.
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"Yeah, regular folk can be a bit fragile. Fortunately I haven't lost my shit yet. It is nice having someone who can handle a bit more of a physical interaction without being so, easily broken. Other interests turn out to mesh pretty well, so that's a nice thing. She'd a damned fine hand with a tattoo needle too. She did my whole back to match the arm."

He regarded her with a blue eye and a grin, his beard twisted slightly as he smiled.

"How's your ink looking? Last time I saw the belly it was looking a bit... thrashed."

Something, had Mac off center. He didn't know what it was, but she was a touch distracted. Could have something to do with that big fellow she was with. Could be something entirely different. Either way he wasn't going to poke it. Sometimes best way to deal with Mac was pretty similar to the way you dealt with an animal. Just move slow and don't make sudden movements.

"Far as I've seen she's a good person after she's died. I've watched her. No kills to feed, no attacks or bad memories for the person. Far as they know they made out until she gave them the happiest ending they've ever felt and she doesn't go near them again. She's a hell of a lot sweeter in disposition than I am, tell the truth."
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"Well ain't she a fucking lucky unicorn, with a magical lollipop past."

No one that good and pure could possibly be made of sturdy enough stuff to handle being a vampire, it was not happiness and rainbows. Being a fanger was to be walking death and a curse of god, fanger's that tried to be to good were kidding themselves. Hiding behind a fantasy. At least the Nosferatu knew what the fuck they were, it stared them in the mirror every day. Beasts.

"Ink's looking decent. I get mine done by Tzimice, so it's all fucking magical fucking vampire voodoo. I get blown up way to much to just get my ink done regular, it's a fucking miracle I'm alive at any given moment honestly."

And it didn't seem to bother her in the slightest either, that she seemed to be living on borrowed time. A cat with to many lives, someday she knew it would all come crashing in and she would not be getting up from the rubble. She moved to pull herself up onto the counter, having lost interest in poking around at his declaring there wasn't anything incindiary to discover. Alas. Her jeans caught on the edge of the counter a moment, and she shifted as she slid up and brought her legs underneath her to sit criss cross. She was looking at him as if she was sizing him up, nose scrunching up as she narrowed her eyes.

"So what the fuck is she? A Toreador? You'll make a shitty fucking artsty type. Should I get you a funny french hat and some paint splattered skinny jeans? You'll look ridiculos with your build in skinny jeans."
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Toran regarded Mac with a frost-blue eye and pursed his lips behind his black beard. There were times when her attitude could get a bit... tiresome. Still he shrugged his heavy shoulders and just let it slide off his back. He leaned against a counter on the other side of the room and contemplated her for a moment.

"Brujah."

He was surprised she hadn't noticed how close Lucy had been to losing her shit when they met up at her tattoo parlor to discuss the kidnapping. Then again, maybe, being Mac, she just figured Lucy was having a case of the womanly vapors and dismissed it. He wasn't going to bother pointing out Lucy was stronger than him in the long run, Mac would just chalk it up to an infatuated ghoul boasting for his donor's sake.

"She got turned instead of ghouled when someone decided to put a couple bullets in her. Then spent some time riding Germany in a biker gang or two."

More or less true. He'd never tried to pull the whole story out of Lucy. He had a feeling while it wasn't a horribly painful subject for her, nobody really WANTED to spend their time thinking about being shot to death and returned by a vampire, AS a vampire, with no prior warning.
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“Well, damn. You'll like Brujah. They got some fire... although, I don't want your temper to get any less sturdy. You're the kind of guy that needs an even temper, you're to fucking big to just frenzy all over the place. You'll be a disaster.”

She grinned at him, just imagining him in a riot going ballistic on everything within reach. He would tear people in two, especially with his new found ghoul strength. He was solid for a human already, adding Brujah on top of it? Well, boy was a tank now wasn't he? She always knew he would be, even if she'd hoped it would never actually come to pass. Could anyone she gave a shit about not get wrecked by this fucking shitty life?

She hoped for his sake he wasn't full of shit, that the bond wasn't fucking with his head. It was though. She could -hope- all she wanted, but she -knew-. The bond did that shit, it fucked with you. Especially i you engaged in it before the honey mood period of any romance was still in swing, infautation plus the bond was eternal devotion. What could she do though? She couldn't get in the middle of that shit, she'd already tried. He was a big boy now, he had to stew with his own choices. With Aguirre, it wouldn't have been sexual. It wouldn't have been a complete life fuck... He would have had freedom.

Freedom meant the world to her. To bad it was an impossible thing
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"Is what it is. Ain't like I don't feel like killing folk now from time to time. Been working on my self-control as it is. Sort of like edging with sex. Getting righteously pissed, then keep it together, over and over. Ain't fun but it's teaching me the warning signs. So far as long as it ain't some chick flashing her tits and feeling me up I ain't had a problem with controlling myself."

He grunted and reached up to run his hands through his hair as he contemplated. It had been a busy fucking week really. Still, everyone survived, that was the way it went. Not that he really wanted to go into THOSE details with Mac. Could already hear her shrieking away at what a cluster fuck his life was. Still, everything to cleaned up and the door was hung until the new security model could come in. His contacts were chugging away at making him "legit" once more.

The thick shouldered ghoul crosses his arms across his chest and regard Mac, appraising her with his frost-blue eyes. Putting up the woman he'd met 8 years ago side by side her in his head. Then he grunted, a deep sound in his chest. She was mellower. Less feral anyway.... also more paranoid about stuff. He had a feeling he knew why. Lil miss "I stand alone" was making connections to people, and that freaked her out. Made all that shit in her head about connections positively BURN inside her brain, screaming at her to avoid it, run, flee etc.
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Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me....
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Sucks to be Lady Fanger, but she could have had it worse. She could have been embraced Sabbat, or Malkavian. Least Brujah can lay a smack down... Glad you wont turn into a freak show, and that you're testing your limited. I can't do it. I fucking hate having Brujah in my system... makes me horny as fuck, and I get all ancy and itching for a good fight even worse than I normally do. I'll take Ventrue any day.

Her arms loosened at her sides as she looked at him, looking at her. She knew those icy blues, knew the calculating way he was staring at her. Did he have a bug up his craw or something? What the fuck was with that look? Hazel eyes narrowed on him, hands sliding into the top open holes of her jeans. She wasn't reaching for anything, not yet, she was just tucking her fingers in under the fabric to trap them there as she sat criss crossed. He was making her uneasy, with the way he was staring s fixedly.

“Is there a reason you look like you're trying to narrow down the best way to kill me Toran?”

Her voice was low and cool, tongue sliding across the back of her teeth inside her mouth as she poised to take action. He had lured her there easily, knowing she'd come in response to that fucking embarrassing as all hell -music- video he'd put together of Christmas. Really, if he wanted to hurt her he should have done so already right? So, what?

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"You are so fucking Camarilla. All hope and optimism. Maybe we can mount a rescue mission, and everyone can have a cupcake party, and fly around on Pegasus unicorns pooping rainbows."
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