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Post by Undeadpoet on Aug 8, 2015 18:50:33 GMT
(Shiriki's intro)
The edges of the photograph were worn but he couldn't stop touching the face that was smiling on it. Memories flooded his mind making the corner of his mouth slightly turn up in a smile. Before the man that entered the room spoke Thorn knew he was there, he would always know Yokushi was there.
“Toge, you do know that staring at her picture won't make her materialize in front of you, it will only wear out the photograph and then I'll have the fun job in finding her an taking a selfie with her before she eviscerates me just for you” arms wrapped around Thorn's waist from behind.
“Yokushi it's a wonder you haven't tried it just for fun” he turned to face his lover.
“Who says I haven't but that's not why you are looking at the picture is it? Are you worried?” questioning eyes looked up into the Toreador's eyes.
“I am but I know she can take care of herself as well as having a pack to look after her.” he placed the photo back into the drawer for safe keeping then wrapped his arms around Yokushi “at first I was worried that she could be one that has been taken since I really don't hear from her...” he hesitated but with the arms around him squeezing slightly for him to continue “then I actually had a thought she was involved but ...but that was foolish of me especially with her love of freedom. I know my daughter, Norna would never be apart of something that took away someone's freedom”
Yokushi leaned up and kissed Thorn quickly, “Listen I have a man going to the city to look into the rumors, he is of my clan but not of the Yakuza so it's more of an independent investigation per se. His name is Shiriki and he will use his contacts to send us some updated info on what's happening. Come, let's get some 'dinner'. I'm sure Shiriki will find something and he would have a ball if he came in contact with Norna, actually Norna would have a ball with torturing him” Yokushi laughed and led Thorn towards the dinning room where some of their herd were waiting.
Laying on the top of the underground rail train, Shiriki was up to 5,346 lights n his count that had been between where he started to now...
“5,347....I bet the Nosferatu down here hate all this light for the subway” he smirked to himself, he laid as still as he could, as the train was going at least 60 mph he really didn't want to become part of the scenery, all he wanted to do was to get to the city and start his hunt. “Next stop the roof tops, I'd rather run them but this is way faster to the heart of the city and the nightclub Sanctuary” he smiled to himself as he heard that the next stop was his.
(continue this with replies and your intro's - Miguel's coming up as soon as I think of one LOL and when I post as character I will use their name to post not undeadpoet)
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Post by Miguel on Aug 9, 2015 0:47:03 GMT
(Miguel's intro)
The city was ripe for so many ventures Miguel couldn't wait to establish himself here. Even with the rumor of supernaturals coming up missing he was going to continue his business of 'harvesting' humans. A homeless man here and an errant child there when they go missing all he had to do was to wait those 15 minutes of fame that the nightly news gives to such topics then move the product accordingly. Say an order for a liver, kidney, cornea or blood. There is a profit to be gained here from the humans themselves with their vain need in their own hospitals or with his own kind either in blood or subjects to be used in experiments.
In thinking this way he could have made a mint off of his very own sire, especially how picky he was about his experiments. Miguel as a ghoul would hunt down the specific specimen even if it took months to locate. So after a bit of work, he would have a variety on hand for his sect and his clan to use.
Stepping out of the limousine at the office building he had recently acquired he stopped to look around him as the humans passed they tried to steal a glimpse of him but kept walking in fear that he would look back. He would have to be cautious here, even though the city seemed independent he was sure it was more Camerella then Sabbat but if he had his way he would help establish the sabbat deeply here. Praise was something that gave him that warm and fuzzy feeling. He smiled and walked into the building noting where next he would have to visit a place where he could learn about the city and it's inhabitants quickly.
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Post by Elenor on Aug 11, 2015 22:10:22 GMT
(Elenor's Intro)
She could just stay here, it was quite....no faint whispers from her sibblings yet tonight. Where they not talking to her any more or was she that was trying to ingnor them?
Did she like the quiet, the darknes and the damp coolness where good certainly she like them; but the quiet was too quiet. The crickets chirpped but that was just nonsense, noise without meaning...........like some of her sibblings when there too many cracks in the frame and the mirror was nothing but dust.
Her right hand dug further into the soil beneath it, fingers twisting into the coolness further.....could just stay here, she should, no too quiet....no cracked words, no sibblings only crickets.
Finaly, slowly Elenor rose from the earthen floor of the root cellar, brushing the soil from off her clothing and skin, making use of the old water tap compleetly soking herself and her tattered clothing, inevitably some dirt still clung, finaly once sone she pushd open the old rotting doors that led out to woods and ashen and blacked remenabts of the cabin above. The city lights, dotted the horrizon but a couple of miles away, it would not take too long to walk there which was good she had not fed since, at the very least, two nights ago and the hunger was begining to hurt and twist in her stomach.
Not far to go at all, not too much longer
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Post by Ramis_Noir on Aug 14, 2015 22:09:14 GMT
The whistle blows and the train begins to slow down.
"Finally here." she said to herself. Her eyes a little tired from being in on the train for several hours, what felt like days.
She grabbed what few bags of belongings she had brought with her. As she steps out the the train car and into the crowd the smells of the city begin to tickle her senses.
"I wonder if it's ready yet? I only have a little more that a week before I have to have this finished. she thinks out loud.
Krisi had recently acquired an Opera house within the city, and had already set into motion the repair that would be needed before opening.
"May I help you with your bags Ms?" a small voice says.
She looks around to find a small girl, with large eyes staring up at her. "Yes you may, but know they are heavy." The small girl grabbed 2 of the 3 bags, and even though you could see her struggle a bit, she was determined to carry them.
"Do you know where the opera house is? Krisi asked
"Yes Ms, it is about 3 blocks west of here." she said with a light grunt. Krisi smirked that the child would not give up.
After about a 20 minute walk the poor girl looked exhausted. "We are here Ms. The Opera house."
Kris stood there for a moment in a daze, dreaming of the music that would emanate from this building, oh the sweet sounds.
"Hmm" a small grunt was heard. The small girl stared at Krisi with those large round eyes.
"Oh, im sorry." Kris reached into her handbag a slipped a bit of money into the small palm of the girl. "Now you have a nice evening little one."
The small girl, with a grin on her face said "Thank you Ms." and walked off into the dark streets.
Kris with a smile turned around to marvel the building once again before making the first step into her new life here.
"Suoni von Bauhaus" she sang as she walked into the building.
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Post by Bach on Aug 19, 2015 1:31:31 GMT
He didn’t know why he was doing it save for it was fun. Bach had the holographic fliers in hand, the ones that the owner of Sanctuary gave to him to distribute around the city. The owner knew what Bach was and that was in itself calming to Bach for the mirror and it’s many cracks had been very loud lately...and frightening to him. He hated violence too many memories that brought him to this being one of the many strings in the net. He instead loved to see peoples smiles, their want and their need as he performed for them. And he loved performing, whether as a statue in the park’s fountain or as a Shakespeare gentleman helping a lady with her bags only to be chased off by those lovable policemen.
He placed the flier up and turned it on, the little video began to play of a band performing a song with the name of the nightclub within it’s lyrics...sanctuary. He smiled and continued to roll down the street to his next stop tipping his hat to the pedestrians on the street.
Suddenly he stopped, feeling the subtle pull of one string with in the web of his clan. Why did he feel fear? Why fear his clan...this one was somehow different. The feeling fled and after standing there for a few seconds he continued on his way...a few more postings then he would head back to Sanctuary
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Post by Tameh on Aug 21, 2015 13:21:57 GMT
She dipped her hand in the thick white paint, submerging her long pale fingers and coating her smooth alabaster skin. She looked over the rough stone of the wall before her and chose her sweet spot. Bringing her hand out of the paint and planting it firmly on the grey stone. The excess paint dripped onto the ground at her feet as she held her hand there to allow the mark to stay, and when she withdrew a solid white hand stood out on the dull looking wall. She smiled to herself and picked up the damp towel she brought along and began to clean herself up as she looked around at the buildings around her.
Norna had just declared her presence, allowing any member of the Sabbat to know she had arrived and in a sense, marked her territory. But more importantly, announcing that any who knew the symbols meaning would know this building is a safe haven. At least, as safe as any night would be for a member of the Hand, the Sabbat.
"Have you located your quarry?" she asks quietly, seemingly speaking to no one. But a voice comes above her in answer, betraying the assassins location.
"I have, ma'am. Your sire made it easier than expected." the low female monotone voice states, coldly, from her perch on the wall above the Toreador.
Norna looks up at the assassin, taking a moment to note how easily the woman blends in with the shadows cast from the street lights. Perched like some gargoyle, unmoving and cold with a constant foreboding presence. The Assamite's eyes appeared black and unblinking, like a shark as it inspects its prey. "Do not refer to him as that, it paints a target on his back."
"Yes ma'am." is the only response she receives. The militant assassin offering her loyalty only so long as the pay remains the same. Though her deadpan tone did not reflect it, curiosity was present. Wondering why the Priest below her felt any empathy towards the Elder that made her.
"For the time being, we will keep our distance. We have other concerns and the others have not made contact yet." Norna states, her attention already back on the street behind her. She just nods to herself and begins to walk towards the basement entrance of the old abandoned stone house. "I will contact you if things change."
Though Norna did not see it, the assassin offered a simple nod in response before abandoning her perch. As Norna disappears inside the building, Rahi moves down the quiet street towards the heart of the city. Her worn combat boots offering no sound as she takes long, calculated steps to distance herself quickly from her employers domain.
Her duties completed for the evening, it is time to go and sate her own curiosity about what is happening, and who is involved with the disappearances of so many kindred. The murder of Caine's descendants is one thing, but enslaving them... that is something the assassin is not as willing to see happen.
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Post by Niamh on Aug 21, 2015 17:15:33 GMT
Niamh had been in the city close to a month now and felt more at home here than she had done in any other city's she had dwelt in; after all as Niamh saw it an independant city and it's kindred where simply undecided voters, they had yet to see sense and join the ranks of the Sabbat and thankfully not stupid enough to join the sinking ship that was the Camarilla. She had not wasted her time here, she had steadily been making connections withing the citys reasonably large Nosferatu population, after all information was one of the keys to sucess.
The Lasombra was enjoying to finally being fully free from the bonds of her old pack, each had had their orders to go their seperate ways to further spread the truth that was the sword of caine.
Oh she had no doubt that at some point the powers that be would send down the order for a new pack to be formned, but this time Niamh hoped that she would be the one to lead, after all her hard work of helping establishing the Sabbat firmly in Hamilton. She felt she could do a far better job than her old Dictus. Eric after all had, unwittingly, lead them straight into a Methusela pissing match, which to be fair had turned out be emmensly entertaining....bar the fires.
Thinking about her old Dutus reminded Niamh she needed to make a phone call. Pulling out her phone, pulling up and calling the number she needed. Taking a large drink of wisky laced blood as she waited for the phone to be picked up muttering under her breath impaitently as the recipient too their time in picking up. Finnaly hearing the click as the call was answered.
"Hey, you free to meet up in about and hour I want to discusse all these dissapearences."
Thinking to herself
*Someone's gone and stolen my idea for a back up recruitment plan, I can't very well go taking even more mortals or kindred of the street, at least not untill whom ever is doing this is put an end to*
"No I don't want you to just tell me over the phone, you know how I like to talk face to face....it's so much easyer to spot if someones lying to m that way, plus it's so much more personal don't you think?! Good usual place, and of course I'll get the first round in."
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Post by Elenor on Aug 21, 2015 19:55:12 GMT
The road she was on was not a busy one, perhaps when this town was founded it had been a busy main road but now it seemed it was very rarely used, nothing here now but crumbling remenats of old long forgotten homes scattered across the horrizon and trees, not even a restles spirit. Funny this road had that 'haunted highway' vibe, but anyone dead had moved on and those types of shows where mostly made up anyway, though she did find them funny with their fake medieums running around in the dark pretending to have heard this or seen that...... she laughed long and hard just thinking about it.
She was still breaking into to small fits of sillent giggles when she reached the citys limits, it was here she paused somber and still as she cast her eyes over the city, it's industrial distric quite a distance off, she could not see the leafy streets of stepford suburbian hell figuring they must be on the other side of the city and it's boundarys.
The Malkavian did not wan't to go into the heart of the city, not yet. Head to where was familliar.... comfortable the cemetarys, the parks, the large estates with plenty of land and hiding places in old forgotten family crypts close enough to hunt but far enough to dispose of or hid the eveidence. With any luck the local sewer rats might not have claimed all of the abandoned metro stations and dissused tunnles..
"Who are you kidding of course they will have.....but it was a nice thought while it lasted."
Scorning herself, she moved on
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Post by TheProprietor on Sept 12, 2015 0:49:17 GMT
~They are coming~ he thought to himself, a thought which elicited a small upturn to the corner of his mouth. He knew of the 'others', he had watched them over the decades influence the unknowing humans through the maze of blissful oblivion.
The Proprietor walked through Sanctuary, greeting customers moving to his favorite position in the nightclub, one were he could see everyone and everything. On the way to be seated, he poured a drink, handed out a napkin and offered a light of a cigarette all the while 'reading' those that had made their way to him and his little form of Elysium. Once seated, he looked to the door and smiled "It begins"
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Post by Lala Lapore on Sept 18, 2015 4:07:33 GMT
She wakes feeling her body shift against a hard surface and the sound of a train whistle blowing. Somewhat groggy she attempts to regain her thoughts and she finds herself
bound tightly and packed into an even tighter box. One could barely breath in here, if they needed to. Screaming is only thwarted by the ball gag in her mouth.
"What the?" she thinks to herself
With the passing time she tries to replay the last thing she remembers. Lala and her sire Cecilia had went to rest for the day after seeing a local show, and finding something to eat of course. They were awoken in the middle of the day, they ripped them out of their slumber, bound them, and were knocked unconscious. She never really got a good look at them. What was she to do? Her sire was hopefully in another box, but had this horrible feeling that Cecilia was dead, and her connection
with her lost.
The train whistle blows again as the train begins to slow, until it comes to it's stop. The door to the freight car made a loud squeal and a crash as it was opened. Footsteps of many began entering the car and moving items. Voices began barking orders, one of them sounding similar to her abductors, but she had no time to listen any longer as the box she was in had been lifted an carried away from the sounds of the train area. She feared where this box could be heading...
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Post by Andre on Jan 8, 2016 8:18:23 GMT
He sat watching, through the darkened glass of the window, the very last of the orange pink hew in the sky as they slowly turned into deep purples ink blues and finally the black he was so familiar with, hearing footsteps he turned his head in their direction.
"Did you sleep well?!" his voice though a deep baritone was quite with the hint of a ever so slight lisp.
Andre heard the heart beat quickened as the young woman jumped. She was startled that he was awake and that he'd her here, he had been so still she'd assumed he'd been asleep and she had been tiptoeing trying not to wake him or the rest of the band.
"Ohh, shi.....sorry, I thought you where asleep, I didn't wake you did I?" A nervous giggle escaped her lips, her heart pounding ever heavier.
Shaking his head slowly "No" setting his eyes on the girl as she sat down on a seat on the opposite side of the coach, some what clumsily and unsteady he guessed it was a mixt of what had gone on the night before and nerves, he loved that he had that effect on them.
Without a word he stood, the coach only just being high enough for his 6' 4" frame by about two inches; heading over to a large fridge he pulled out couple of bottles of cola and varying options of pastries, holding up so the girl could see them.
"Your preference?"
"The non diet cola and the fruit one please......if that's no trouble."
Putting the rejected sundried back in the fridge. "If it where I would have not offered or I would have made you get it yourself....."
Walking over to where she sat and handing her the food looking down at her pretty face, oh the things he wanted to do; ".......but my mother raised me well, I know how to treat guests, especially a lady."
Siting back in his seat he could smell the flush of blood to her cheeks without needing to turn and see the redness of embarrassment that had crept over her features, after all that went occurred last night, and no doubt in the day whilst he and the rest of the band had slept; she must have felt a little un-lady like.
"Um I take it the rest of the band are still asleep?" she was desperate to change the conversation and break the self inflicted tension......suddenly realizing he'd not gotten himself any food "You not eating?"
"Yeah they will be awake soon as I'm sure your two friends will be and no I eat earlier will grab a bite before to nights gig we only have a couple of hours before we arrive....."
There was another noise behind him, it one of the roadies a youth, a ghoul, with waist length blond hair and a beard that almost rivalled that hung down to his chest in two long plats, he grinned broadly at Andre as he strolled past to the fridge helping himself to several items of food and drink, his eye flitting over the girl finally.
"Hey darling hope you've enjoyed yourself......" Grinning aging as he sat, Andre knew exactly what that smile meant, 'I know I did'; "....so Andre are we doing the usual for the lovely Lucy and her friends?!"
"Yes" picking up his Esh bass and strumming a few chords.
"Right, OK.... sooo Lucy I will put you guys down on the guest list for tonight's gig if you want to go and we will arrange a bus ride for you three back home on the first heading that way bus after or if you like you can skip the gig and go home on the earliest bus outta town that I can get tickets for."
"Food!" playing a few more chords and jotting a few notes down on a pad.
"Oh dam it yeah and some cash for food either way of course...." the Ghoul looked expectantly at the girl.
"Umm can I wait till the others are awake and ask them, I know what I want to do but I can't choose for them."
"Oh sure, may be go wake them if they are not up in half an hour, just in case you decide you don't want to stay for the gig.....''cause that way I can order the bust tickets a.s.a.p. and it means your not hanging around a bust stop for longer than you need to."
"Oh, sure, sure, no probs."
The sliding of a couple of the doors to the bands sleeping compartments could be heard as they opened indicating the rest of the band where waking.
"How come you guy's don't use that huge bed?"
Andre let out a deep laugh "We might be close but we are not that kind of close, as much as we love the rock n roll life; we do nee to get a odd hours sleep here or there, they block out the light and noise better than any where else on this bus, makes the odd hour or three we do manage to catch here or there more worth while and refreshing, besides the bed is usually occupied with guests like yourself and the occasional toe rag like Shaun over there."
"Hehehe... fuck you Andre."
"I'd say toe rag was a huge understatement."
"Yeah fuck you too Mike."
The other vampire with dark hair and eyes grinned wildly and began to un buckle his belt, which only roused another triad from the ghoul "Ohhh... fuck..... off, dude seriously I don't want to see your cock."
"Well Sean you keep on offering and I keep on accepting but you never follow through, what can I say though I'd show you what you where missing out on."
Andre seemingly used to such incidents unflinchingly carried on playing his bass and occasionally scribbling down notes on chords and burgeoning lyrics.
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