<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Norman Black</strong></span>, Nosferatu<br/>Tagged: Joanna<br/><br/>As Joanna giggled and relaxed her posture, Norman began to grow uncomfortable. Not at the familiarity; he'd grown accustomed to the beautiful people treating him as an animal, or an object. Beneath notice. Normally he was very much in favor of this. It was far easier to overhear when those doing the talking considered you equivalent to a houseplant. Much like in human society, among Kindred the ugly could often be counted beneath notice.<br/><br/>That wasn't the vibe he was sensing from Joanna, though. In this case his discomfort stemmed from the attention that her conduct might draw from others in the room. The spotlight was not where Norman wanted to be. It was bad enough having emerged from the shadows of the underworld into the bright lights of vampire society. Elysium was one of the least enjoyable, but at the same time most necessary parts of his new unlife. Now he found himself having a succession of open conversations with attractive young vampires -- though who could say who was truly young here? -- while the remainder of the skulking Nosfertu were, he was sure, noting his every move. Who watches the watchers? Well, mostly that cluster of hideously deformed pale wretches over there in the corner, that's who. His people.<br/><br/>"Everyone's a prisoner of others preconceptions," Norman agreed. "As a people we do love our stereotypes, don't we? We just have to do our best to sink below them. After all, beneath our masks we're pretty much all the same. Ravenous beasts trying to tear our selves asunder and bring mindless destruction upon those around us." He paused, then smiled. "Or at least so I'm told."<br/><br/>"As to your webcam idea, I think it has merit. How much traffic comes through your club in an evening? A hundred people, two hundred? Online you're competing in a much bigger pool, but there are far more fish. Thousands, millions. Put up the right content, but the bait in front of the right people... If necessary, poison the competition. It's a dog eat dog world, just to mix metaphors a little more liberally. If you're interested I'm sure that we could work out something. Would it be possible for me to visit your club? I'm afraid I'm not as adept as some of my elder brethren at 'fitting in' to most human social situations."<br/><br/>