Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night

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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Aug 26, 2015 2:18:09 GMT

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Post by Undeadpoet on Aug 26, 2015 2:18:09 GMT

(We began in chat however please feel free to post as you wish in this thread to start the story)

Krisi Olmo: wandering around the inside of the Opera house

Bach Satumare: Bach's eyes flew open as he heard singing, he had just gotten back from setting up all of the flyers of Sanctuary... he thought to himself ~who...is this the owner? is this someone new to the play?~

He tried to move without making sound to see who was making the beautiful sounds, coming from the prop room he followed toward the sound

Krisi Olmo: She walked into the main stage area and as she looked around her song began to echo in the auditorium, usng her ability of melponinee.. Throwing her voice from the different chambers that circled the room.

Bach Satumare: Right before he looked around the curtain, the voice began to echo through out the area, the stage, back stage, outward...inward...he looked around trying to see where it originated. As he did so he turned, looking up and down backing out onto the stage from behind the curtain back towards the very one that was making the music

Krisi Olmo: Lost within her own train of thought, she continued her acoustic test of the auditorium

Bach Satumare: The music didn't stop, he stepped back then turned once again and stopped suddenly inches away from the figure in front of him. Frozen in mid step he dared not move to interrupt the woman in front of him. Her voice was amazing...her voice.

Krisi Olmo: With her final note she took her bow. Glancing at the room in front of her she smiled. "this will do." and as she turned around to the stage curtain she saw a man standing there frozen, like a statue. "Gasp"

Bach Satumare: He didn't move save for his hand moving up to his hat and tipping it towards her with a smile. Slowly he stepped down and balanced himself but didn't move towards her wishing she would sing some more

Krisi Olmo: somewhat startled she took a step back, looking around to see if anyone else was within the room with them.

"Are you here for the repairs?"

Bach Satumare: His head turned like that of an inquisitive puppy, then he looked around not seeing the need for repairs for all the stage...all of the building would be as the directors set it up. He thought a bit and slowly reached for his note pad in his breast pocket to write a response.

She worried that she has not received an answer from the hope to be gentleman standing before her.

"Sir?"

Bach Satumare: He holds up a finger as to say one moment, once he pulls out his note pad he writes "Hello, My name is Bach I can not speak as you do" he offers the note pad to her then with his hand he moves to his collar and pulls it down to show his scar

Krisi Olmo: "I see, that does not seem pleasant. May i inquire why you are here, in my haven and place of business ." Still worried that this guy could be a danger, she takes a slight step back.

Bach Satumare: Noticing her fear as she steps back from him, he rolls back a bit from her bowing as he did so. Once at a safe distance he wrote another message. Once done he rolled closer, kneeling in front of her offering her his reply as a knight would a princess ~forgive me my lady for my intrusion of your haven, I ask only to stay and help weave the play~

Krisi Olmo: " I have heard tales of people disappearing from this very city, but you do not seem to be one i need to worry about. My name is Krisi." she extends her hand in greeting.

Bach Satumare: He smiles still kneeling in front of her, taking her hand in his leaning in and kissing the top of her hand as if once again she was a princess. He quickly releases her hand and writes ~I have heard those tales that is why I stay only here and Sanctuary~

Krisi Olmo: " I have not heard of this Sanctuary you speak of, and I am grateful to know that this place is safe, I hope. How many nights have you been in the city?"

She walks aimlessly around the stage looking into the booths and taking in the architecture of it all.

Bach Satumare: He rolls around at a respectable distance from her as to not make her uncomfortable, as he uses his hands to count the approximate days he has been in the city, then he writes ~I believe the passage of time as been two weeks my lady~ rolling slowly past her so she could read his message

Krisi Olmo: She giggles, watching Bach roll around. " I have one more week before the rest of the crew show up to get preparations for the upcoming opening. Perhaps you could help me?

Bach Satumare: Help, oh yes help that is what he wished especially for the play to continue and in hopes she could sing again, he smiled to her and rolled up and quickly stopped in front of her. Tipping his hat and bowing again as if to say ~I am yours to command~

Krisi Olmo: "Well first I must gather workers to get this place in top form. Have you met anyone that could help us with such things?"

Bach Satumare: His face didn't hide his active pondering of who he could bring to the stage, and his thoughts immediately went to Sanctuary and the proprietor he would know of ones that were honorable and trustworthy to make sure the play continued. He wrote a message to her ~ the proprietor of Sanctuary knows many and ones who can help the play go on with out a hitch~

Krisi Olmo: "Perhaps tomorrow you could show me this place called Sanctuary, and we could inquire about such matters to the locals." she looked around the stage once more. "Tonight i am hungry, and my herd have not yet arrived, do you know of any good feeding grounds?"

Bach Satumare: He stopped and thought about feeding, he found many places good, the park, the back streets near the water district and boardwalk where rides were still in swing. He wrote ~with your voice you can become a muse to lure one away from the park or lure them away from the fun of a ride on the boardwalk. If one is careful one can be fed well.~

Krisi Olmo: Using Melpominee, she whispers behind Bach's ear. "Shall we dine?" extending her hand for him to take a walk with her.

Bach Satumare: As soon as he heard her voice he tried to turn towards it, he did a full turn and then took her hand to walk out into the night with his new director

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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Sept 11, 2015 1:41:36 GMT via mobile

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Post by Elenor on Sept 11, 2015 1:41:36 GMT

Elenor had wandered the streets for a time, following those who eyes and frame had that tell take mark of poverty and desperation.

Trailing far enough behind them that they would not notice her, they moved slowly, staggering in their step drunk and or high, taking, like many others before them one of the few escapes open to them.

The small wooden houses where typical in style, one or two floor, a flight of steps leading up to a fenced front porch and centeraly placed front door.

There was a scattering of boarded up houses on each street, reclaimed or abandoned. The Malkavian knew these types of areas well it would be a only be a couple of mins walk until she would find herself on streets where but a few homes where acctualy lived in.

Sure enough she soon found a quiet place to hide during the daylight hours, the solid steel shutters placed on the doors and windows to keep out would be vandel's would be more than addiquat in keeping the sun out.

Pay my price in pearls of wisdom
Tell me stories of my fame
Scented oil on troubled waters
Take my love in vain

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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Sept 12, 2015 1:20:29 GMT

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Post by Shiriki on Sept 12, 2015 1:20:29 GMT

Thankfully once the train reached the station he knew the sun had gone down once again, and Shiriki had to get out of the subway as soon as the train stopped, he really didn't like being underground. Of course that thought made him smirk, ~go figure something dead doesn't like to be buried~

Rolling off the top of the train he landed silently next to a young woman engrossed in a book. Taking in a scent, he knew she was just human and wondered if he should partake of a little blood before he took on the city.

Right as he stepped towards her, she stepped away from him and onto the train and as if by some divine hand of irony the door closed between them, all he saw was a poster that had been placed on the door of the train, an advertisement for a place called Sanctuary.

"You've got to be kidding me, seriously? even the friggen trains...coyote you are heartless" he laughed, putting the back of his hand to his forehead "woe is me" continuing to laugh he turned "Sanctuary it is"

He mingled into the crowd noting those around him as they filed out and up onto the street.

Last Edit: Sept 12, 2015 1:21:25 GMT by Shiriki

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die

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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Sept 12, 2015 1:35:48 GMT

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Post by Miguel on Sept 12, 2015 1:35:48 GMT

Miguel picked up the picture of the white hand print on the brink wall in the more seedy side of town. It's size told him who it was, or who it more then likely was. ~I wonder what the Priest wishes, to recruit, to spy, to spread the word of the hand or does she just wish to be a basic pain in my ass~ sighing ~probably all of the above, the woman was always rather ambitious~

Miguel stood and walked over the window where in he could see a good bit of the city beneath him ~well I believe the Priest should be welcomed I mean I can't seem the barbarian for not saying hello~ he knew he would have to do something akin to the Welcoming Ritus for her, just to show he respects her rank ~and maybe then she will leave me be, I have too much to do to set up my human harvesting for this city~

Miguel pulled out his cell and called for one of his men to come to him. Little did the servant understand, he wasn't just going to deliver an invitation, he was going to the be welcome present for The Priest.

One man betrayed with a kiss

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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Sept 16, 2015 22:13:13 GMT

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Post by Niamh on Sept 16, 2015 22:13:13 GMT

As it was only a short walk to their arranged meeting place Niamh had taken her time in walking to the large park which was her destination. Pausing as she caught sight of the white hand mark a wall of course recognised it for what it was instantly. She felt a little frustrated at this development, thinking to herself.

*F*ing typical I move to new city and have been working dam hard for over a month in making my presence know, recruiting and someone further up the pyramid just jumps on in and takes over.....I was doing that and I was doing it dam well*

The Lasombra knew she would have to go and pay her respects to the new arrival but it would have to wait until later Niamh had a meeting scheduald and she was not about to cancel it at such short notice, so she continued on her way.

Once at the park she had taken a seat on one of the benches, in an almost deserted area to wait for the Nosferatu to arrive, eyeing up a group of rather muscular collage students who where playing a game of football on the green opposite where she was sat; she had still yet to hunt tonight and she loved nothing more than a unwilling volunteer who would provide a bit of a challenge and some entertainment and they would certainly provide that.
Hearing the sound of a scateboard coming from her left, not taking her gaze from the footballers.

"Your late."

The Nos, jumped off his skateboard and sat down on the bench, his features hidden behind a hoodie pulled up over a base ball cap and a bandana around his neck, a shock of long blond hair peeped through He could almost past for human but not quite if one cared to look closely. His face was not quite the right shape, his skin had a sickly pallor of greyish shite, as his eyes where the palest of cloudy blue, embraced only a few decaded's and embraced in the prime of his youth, he had been a typical californian 'wild child' with a knack for coding, hacking and to a lesser extent lockpicking, which was whyhow he's made his living and why he had met his current fate.

"Yeah, sorry this boards fucked I need to get a new one."

Niamh laughed slightly it was not like he could get a drivers licence so his mode of transport outside of the disused sewers and subway tunnel where limited.

"So you got any good news for me?"

"On the community disapearences....in a word no; but I have managed to persuade some more of the Nos local clans to switch ranks, one of the perks of civil disagreement is there are a of frustrated minds and angry passions to influence."

She sighed.

"I was hoping for something more, but at least it's something you know where to send them, not tonight though I have other plans. Oh I'm sure you know already as astute as you are, but it seems we have a new Priest in town if you want to get on their good side I suggest you go and pay a visit......"

Picking up her ruck sack noticing the lads had finaley finished their game and where packing up.

".....oh and it's usualy polite to bring a house warming gift."

The Nos nodded.

"Now if you will exscuse me, I've got some very fit young sorority types I want to get to know better."

Last Edit: Jan 22, 2016 1:00:52 GMT by Niamh

In the beginning there was sinning
And in the end, well, lets pretend
Blessed is the fruit, I dare you
To take another bite of it<br />And I think you will
In spite of it

Elenor
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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Sept 17, 2015 0:49:34 GMT

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Post by Elenor on Sept 17, 2015 0:49:34 GMT

She had gone round to the back of the house and easily managed to pull the heavy iron covering loose, using it like the second door behind it. The house was mostly empty inside bar the odd tatty bit of furnature that was no longer wanted and had not enough value to have been sold off by the old owners. The most of floors had still carpets, compaired to some of the tombs and ruins she had been she had been sleeping in of late tis was luxury.

The hunger twisted savagely within her stomach again she had too feed to night of she would be at risk of the loosing herself to the beast that dwelled within them all.

Slipping back out onto the streets which where humid and close, the heat was pleasant enough against her skin but it was too hot for the humans as many had their windows open a jar, the bars on the windows searching the residents inside, she would need to walk further into a 'safer' area where the mortals where more at falsly at ease with their securtity not to have such measures. It still was early in the evening, the sun had set barly two hours before, and so many people where up and about still.

The Malkavian dropped into the shadows of the back ally's off the towns centre looking for those lost to society, those she found grouped together too many to feed without risk of being noticed, so she continued her hunt else where.

Pay my price in pearls of wisdom
Tell me stories of my fame
Scented oil on troubled waters
Take my love in vain

Niamh
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Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night Jan 23, 2016 18:39:43 GMT

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Post by Niamh on Jan 23, 2016 18:39:43 GMT

She had followed a short distance behind the group, musing over what little ploy she was going to use; and on whom. For her the game and the chase where as much fun as the end result. Noticing two split off from the main group which resolved the issue of who she was going to choose, easier to take on two rather than six or eight, it transpired the two were going to go back to the house on campus and freshen up and change before joining back up with their friends later on to hit the local clubs and bars.

Now all that was left was the ploy, she had sized the two lad up and she figured a damsel in distress routine could work, a honey trap so to speak. Niamh was confident in her looks she was certainly passable, maybe not Americas top airhead passable but she was no plane jane, she had been used as part of a few honey traps on her years on the force and it was in one such operation she had fallen into the hands of the Sabbat. Using the opportunity of them stopping at a small kiosk to buy some sort of vile looking meat product to get ahead of them unseen, figuring their next stop would to pick up their car, there weren't many parked close by all she would have to do was wait in the same vicinity until they arrived and put on a little show.

The pair had soon arrived to find a very distressed Niamh, close to tears and franticly looking through the contents of her bag on a nearby bench. The pair had taken note, as was intended and had enquired as to what was wrong.

"All my stuffs been stolen from my bag, my purse with all my cards and money in it, my phone....I...I don't know where the rest of my house have gone we got separated in some stupid dive bar.....I don't know how I'm going to get back to campus."

This perked their already roused interest a little further.

"You go to ECU; what house?! We’re in AO….we…umm….could give you a lift back…ya know ‘cause we are heading back to campus anyway; at least that way your safe and not stuck on your own on wandering the streets and you can use the house phone to make any phone calls you need to, to cancel you cards and stuff.”

Niamh let out a little sniff and a small quiver of her bottom lip……god she hated acting all needy and helpless, it was such a Torrie trick but it was one that worked and when it worked it did so very well.

“Really?! You sure It’s not putting you to any trouble…. that’s so sweet.”

“Sure my mama raised me right, I’d have not offered if I didn’t mean it.”

She gave them an almost teary smile of gratitude, before stuffing the condense of bag back into it hurriedly.

“Could I call shot gun?” The Lasombra wanted to make sure she was out of the way of the rear view mirror.

“Sure.”

Climbing into the front passengers seat.

“Thanks so much, you have no idea how grateful I am that your helping me out.”

Last Edit: Jan 23, 2016 18:43:28 GMT by Niamh

In the beginning there was sinning
And in the end, well, lets pretend
Blessed is the fruit, I dare you
To take another bite of it<br />And I think you will
In spite of it

Cathexis - Listen to the Children of the night

Post by Undeadpoet on Aug 26, 2015 2:18:09 GMT

Post by Elenor on Sept 11, 2015 1:41:36 GMT

Post by Shiriki on Sept 12, 2015 1:20:29 GMT

Post by Miguel on Sept 12, 2015 1:35:48 GMT

Post by Niamh on Sept 16, 2015 22:13:13 GMT

Post by Elenor on Sept 17, 2015 0:49:34 GMT

Post by Niamh on Jan 23, 2016 18:39:43 GMT

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