VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]
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				Title: <strong>VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 09:50:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kifah bint Tariq<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><br>Once upon a time, the Kindred would not have stood for looking like the scum of society, at least in the days of mythical Nod. Vampires had ruled that city in a time before time, with mighty Caine at its head and his three childer beneath him, but that time was no more. But still the Sabbat stretched out it's hands towards the ideal of vampires ruling over the kine, guiding them and doing with them as they pleased. A morbid fairy-tale vibe seemed to surround that piece of Kindred history. <br><br>But it was 1999 now, and it was June, and even the most die-hard Sabbat member knew that subtlety and secrecy were excellent bedfellows, and even better when you could choose when to use them. This night the Sabbat pack that met at just outside Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage was a night where subtlety and secrecy would be the bitch of every pack mate, cruelly used and then tossed aside for when those Kindred who proudly proclaimed their loyalty to the Sabbat could feed and take as they pleased. <br><br>It was time for the Binding, the auctoritas ritae of the Vaulderie, to bind together this pack once again. Kifah had ordered that they all gather in the Bronx to partake in the rite, and none of them would dare to refuse...although it was her opinion that some of them might dare to be late, which was at least as insulting. She was near the fire hydrant, as this most auspicious rite needed to take place near water. She would not bust the hydrant until it was time to perform the rite.<br><br>She would admit it to none, but the dusky skinned and stoic pack priest was more than concerned about how things were going. Tariq hadn't immediately made her the new Ductus of the pack, and that was...disconcerting. It implied that her sire was either displeased with her, that the Bishop Orozco didn't trust her enough to lead...or worse, that Tariq had a new favorite in the pack. The angular and dark Templar was there tonight as well, dressed in casual black jeans and wearing sunglasses, his ears pierced with small silver pentacles. He had a sleek predatory look outside the shipping company, while Kifah merely seemed more than nervous. <br><br>The dark streets of NYC seemed more than menacing that night. A little over two hundred Kindred made their homes in New York City, easily merging in with the gritty city that still seemed to sparkle like a diamond in all the right places. The pack typically claimed territory in the Bronx; they had been assigned by Tariq as the guardians of this particular business where they would partake in the Binding. After all, the Sabbat kept weapon caches and other useful supplies in this area.<br><br>It was starting to rain, and Kifah regarded the smog-filled NYC sky with some level of disdain. Rain in this city was the absolute worst, although it did bode well for the Binding ritual. She waited with some eagerness and dread of the arrival of her pack mates, keeping her face stoic and calm outside. They would need to discuss Tariq's next job for them tonight, and Kifah knew that morale was not at it's best, after hearing about the death of those other Sabbat Licks over on Wall Street at the fangs of the Ventrue there, so she would arrange a Game of Instinct tonight as well, something all of them could get into. Perhaps someone fun to hunt...yes...that would take the edge off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 01:42:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Tim McCallum<br><strong>Place: </strong> Roland Apartments, Prospect Heights, Brooklyn.<br><br>Tim had been up since the disc of the sun had pushed down the horizon.&nbsp; He always woke up right as the sun went down- even though he'd been assured that would wear off in time.&nbsp; Well, "In time" had kind of a special meaning that it didn't before- when you had the potential to live forever, "In due time" could easily be measured in centuries.&nbsp; And, given all of that time, he really had the time to access the most powerful force in the universe: compound interest.&nbsp; Not that he was really going to just let the year click by- it was just too easy to make money, after all.&nbsp; <br><br>Oddly enough, Tim's- well hobby, really, even if it used to be his job- wasn't the sort of thing his newish vampire friends appreciated.&nbsp; Not that didn't stop coming to him, asking for a loan here or there, or for him to talk to certain person, or just figure out why the electricity wasn't working somewhere anymore. Apparently, being Sabbat meant you didn't have to pay the electric bill or talk to ConEd, until you had to.&nbsp; Well, as long as he was willing to do that, for now, he could stay alive- notalive?- another night or two.&nbsp; <br><br>The alarm on his computer beeped. He threw a couple more trades into motion on the Nikkei- even though the bubble had burst years ago, there were still deals to be made- and headed down to his car.<br><br><strong> Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage </strong><br><br>Thankfully, the place had its own parkinglot, and Tim pulled the car into it, behind the razorwire-topped chainlink fence.&nbsp; Kifah- who was, more or less, the boss, as far as anyone had really explained things to Tim, was already there, in the harsh yellow of the sodium lights keeping the place illuminated.&nbsp; Tim climbed out of his car- a few years old Mercedes sedan, which, if you knew what to look for, was one of the lower end models- you mostly paid for the badge with that one.&nbsp; Kifah seemed.. distracted, so Tim lounged back against the trunk, waiting to see what developed for the moment.
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				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:44:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sasha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Van Cortlandt Park<br><br>Once the sun was safely hidden behind the westward mountains, the vampire known as Sasha burst her way from the soil at the edge of the park.&nbsp; She didn't spend a lot of time here, but it was one of the few places to get decent dirt outside of the cemetery.<br><br>There was a Rite tonight.&nbsp; She would have to remember to head to that.&nbsp; Dressed in a black tank top, torn jeans and boots, she didn't cut much of an impressive picture, but the idea of dressing up for the occasion didn't even occur to her.&nbsp; She lost a little more of her good looks every day as the veneer of civilization faded further and further from her, and already she was occasionally mistaken (not entirely incorrectly) for homeless.<br><br>That was the way of the urban jungle.&nbsp; Humans had already gotten rid of all the obvious predators, but they still knew they had to be careful when the sun faded or they walked through the darkness.&nbsp; She was more evolved than the other bumpkins who couldn't manage this perspective.<br><br>As her thoughts wandered, it occurred to her that she was getting hungry.&nbsp; Still, that was easy enough to solve.&nbsp; One of the lone young men passing by had enough time to gasp in surprise, then moan in pleasure as she dragged his limp body into the alley.&nbsp; He was beyond saving by the time she was sated, but he still had enough for her to slash his throat and let the stain trickle across the alley.&nbsp; The cops around here weren't exactly competent, but it often solved problems to at least give them something to go on which didn't immediately point to monsters in their midst.<br><br>Her need for vitae sated, she rolled him over to take his wallet.&nbsp; Although she had little need for the paper, plastic and leather, her packmates often expressed some value with the things.<br><br>With that done, she started her way towards where the rite would begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 12:08:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Soveryn<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Van Cortlandt Park and just outside of it<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sasha<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Van Cortlandt Park lake at night</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4024/4450662527_f2f420b07b.jpg)<br></div></div><br>Van Cortlandt park was breathtaking in it's own right, and at night it was even moreso. But near the lakeside, Soveryn waited, getting information from a contact at Kifah's request. The Nosferatu were stubbornly insular, and the Sabbat aligned ones were hardly any different than the rest of their clan. He been run halfway around the park twice, left little packages and clues by his Nosferatu informant, who probably found that bullshit funny, particularly getting to jerk around a Lasombra like Soveryn. He gently fingered a series of papers in his hand; computer printouts from all of the research done at the cost of a shit-ton of money. <br><br>It wasn't as if Soveryn had a lot of money anyway to pay for the info; Kifah could at least bother to pay for the info. And it wouldn't hurt for someone in the pack other than Tim to have more than a passing grasp of cash, but then again, Soveryn wasn't surprised he got along passably with Tim in that regard. Tim still seemed rooted in the real world.<br><br>He watched Sasha take some poor sod of a mortal after he'd collected the papers Kifah wanted, watching Sasha kill him and drag him out of the park and into an alley. He saw her scoop up some of the kine's stuff, and he concentrated, using his skill as Obfuscate to follow Sasha without being seen. He always enjoyed seeing if he could spook the City Gangrel without getting his throat ripped out. He stalked across the ground, trying to keep up with her. She was damn fast as she made her way to the rite. <br><br>There was a noise, though, in the distance. A tall and lean woman, hawkish looking, blond and artsy looking, was walking down the street with two sexy looking college students. The woman was dressed in white leather with a white fur coat...and it was obvious she was a Toreador. That trendy look, that sexualization, and if she were Sabbat, it was obvious that Sasha would recognize her, or would have at least heard of someone with that description. <br><br>Soveryn caught up with Sasha, hating to break the ruse and drop his stealth from his Discipline when they were past the woman, near an area with less visibility, knowing she might bite his damn throat right off, and he said, "Camarilla, heads up." He jerked a thumb back, drawing Sasha's attention to the woman in white. He murmured, "Might be a mark of favor if we bring the head of a Camarilla bitch to the Rite..."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kifah and Tariq<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tim McCallum<br><br>Tariq waved McCallum over, and he said, "Good, you're the first here. Excellent." Kifah looked slightly annoyed with Tariq taking over the situation, but she couldn't complain. After all, Tariq was the one who had really wanted a pack meeting, and they'd needed to participate in the Vaulderie again, to renew their bonds. Kifah licked her lips when she regarded Tim, already thinking of the rich taste of Ventrue vitae swirling against her tongue. She tried to dismiss the thought, but her clan weakness left the craving for Kindred vitae clawing at her inner Beast.<br><br>Tariq said to McCallum, "Whether everyone will be on time tonight is another matter, but your promptness is appreciated, as well as avoiding those mosquitoes of the Camarilla. Tell me, though, while we wait, if you would appreciate an assignment more in tune with your...finer...capabilities. Kifah would aid you with it after tonight, as it's of grave importance."<br><br>Kifah gave a curt nod of acknowledgement about this, and she added, "Of course, if you prefer to allow another to let his or her talents shine over yours...why, that can be arranged. We will discuss details after the Vaulderie in private, of course." The watchful eyes of those who were "ranked" higher than him were on him, gauging his ability, his willingness, judging if he was worthy to serve the higher interests of the Sabbat...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 16:24:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Tim McCallum <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kifah and Tariq<br><br>Tim, rather instinctually. leaned away from the rather hungry gleam in Kifah's eyes as he closed the gap between the trunk of his car, where he had propped himself up, and the other two.. well, vampires.&nbsp; He had to remind himself of that one a lot.&nbsp; Probably explained why Kifah looked at him like that.&nbsp; Must have nicked himself..<br><br>Right.&nbsp; He was Embraced after a nice, clean shave.&nbsp; He'd never have to worry about shaving ever again, would he?&nbsp; That just made the look even more disturbing, since Tim doubted, rather heavily, that he was bleeding.<br><br>After hearing Tariq's offer, Tim shrugged a bit. "What, did someone else discover that the IRS is, in fact, closed at night?"&nbsp; He chuckled a bit- he had been surprised to discover that he was, apparently, the only one amongst orbit in the Sabbat that had a good tax lawyer in his Rolodex.&nbsp; It was going to be a tough case- that particular lick had ignored everything until he'd noticed that the government planned to seize some property valuable to his pack.&nbsp; Probably sell it to some developers on the cheap, and everyone would be rich.&nbsp; Well, not the pack, who would either have to start killing people in large enough numbers that the NYPD would notice, or move along in the face of some mortals.&nbsp; Neither was really a good idea.<br><br>Tim noticed he was the only one who noticed it was amusing, so cut his chuckle a bit short.&nbsp; "Sure, I'll help out.&nbsp; I mean, there's only so much money you can make sitting in front of a computer, and, well, it's not the most interesting way to spend the night."&nbsp; He seemed more interested in something to do, a puzzle to solve, than any sort of promise of promotion.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 18:13:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sasha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Van Cortlandt Park<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Soveryn<br><br>Passing by the trio of haughty artists gave Sasha a soft chill.&nbsp; She glanced back as she went, noticing especially the one who fit the description of the Toreador.&nbsp; If she had time, she would follow along, making certain that the peacock was Camarilla and destroying the threat.&nbsp; Unfortunately, tonight she didn't have that kind of time.<br><br>Barely any time had gone by and her thoughts had shifted to other things by the time the Lasombra appeared.&nbsp; Her body swung and her fists clenched in reflex, but she didn't attack.&nbsp; It was easy, far too easy to simply throw yourself at each and every threat which could prove problematic, but it didn't fit the way of the urban wilderness very well.<br><br>As it was, his confirmation was welcomed with a soft smile as he clarified her suspicions.&nbsp; "Top of the herd," she explained, gesturing over to the other two following the Toreador as she changed direction.&nbsp; "They'll scatter when we strike the leader, but she may try to run.&nbsp; I'll try to set her up to run into that alley," she points, "if she cheetahs away."&nbsp; She gave him a moment in case he had anything else to add, and if not, started moving to get into position.<br><br>Her plan was simple, as all good plans were.&nbsp; If she attacked head on from a direction opposite that particular alley, the mortals would run in fright and the Toreador would either stand and fight or try to flee into the alley.&nbsp; She would just have to give the Lasombra what she thought was enough time to get into the alley before the assault began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 10:11:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kifah, Tariq<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tim McCallum, open<br><br>Tariq's eyes gleamed with ambition, and he said to McCallum, “Oh, rest assured, we know your efficiency with money and numbers, and we'll be putting that to work in short order. The finest way to strike at any simpering Camarilla wretch is to strike at his money or assets. They've taught us that lesson enough times to where it has left...an impression.” Kifah smirked and said, “Sire, had your bank account drained one too many times by one of those wretches?” Tariq snarled and cuffed Kifah, but the wily dark-eyed vixen merely laughed and said, “I thought so.”<br><br>The darker-skinned Assamite said to McCallum, “Tell me, though, Ventrue, what rumors and information you've heard around the city these days. We've been using a Nosferatu of ours as an informant...but the Nosferatu are always reluctant to sell out one of their own, even if one of their filthy clanmates is in the wrong sect.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC for AlexStone</div><div class="spoiler_body">You have two options. You can choose to invent some rumors and gossip of your own that I can incorporate, or if you prefer to keep that under my control, make the following roll for McCallum:<br><br><strong>Roll:</strong> Intelligence + Investigation (I would also accept Occult)<br></div></div><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Soveryn<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp;Van Cortlandt Park<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp;Sasha<br><br>Soveryn gave a roguish nod and wicked grin, his fine features lighting up with a chance to improve his status, and he whispered excitedly, “Let's rip these Camarilla cunts a new asshole!” The&nbsp; enthusiastic Lasombra hit the pavement then, using whatever means necessary to position himself into the nearby alley indicated by Sasha. For Soveryn, nothing was more enjoyable than a job well done, and damn well intended to get it done and done well. Too long had Tariq and Kifa complained of rising Camarilla influence in the traditionally Sabbat-dominated city (even though it had long been under dispute).<br><br>The Toreador was twitching with nervousness; in this age of guerrilla attacks between Camarilla and Sabbat, no one was safe on the streets at night...and Camarilla members, hellbent on upholding the Masquerade, were particularly vulnerable from attack. Sabbat members almost always just made such attacks look like isolated attacks of gangs or typical NYC criminal scum, so in this brutish regard, they had the advantage. The art students clung to the Toreador as their walk slowed...akin to prey sniffing the air with nervous anxiety around the beauty of Van Cortlandt park at night.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC for AndyZ</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative is auto-calculated, and you have the jump on the Toreador. When making your attack, use your applicable attack roll.<br><strong>Roll:</strong> Dexterity + Brawl (for unarmed) (or Melee for armed, or Firearms for ranged)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlexStone</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 04:42:33</strong>
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				Name: Tim McCallum<br>Location:&nbsp; The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br>Tagged: Kifah, Tariq, open<br><br>Tim gave it a good, old-fashioned ponder for a moment, leaning against a nearby car as the two Assamites did their back and forth dance.&nbsp; Was this going to be his future, always wrestling and peakcocking for dominance with a bunch of blood-drinking things?&nbsp; Well, it was what it was.&nbsp; Maybe, one of these days- nights, one of these nights- he'd find his way to fit in with them.&nbsp; They had to have a middle management, somewhere.<br><br>Once they calmed down, Tim proceeded.&nbsp; "Well, there's been some movement on the future's contracts in..." they were already bored. "Someone's moving a lot of money around in the markets- do we have any influence or friends invested in Longchamps Investor Funds or that bank?&nbsp; It's set up that, if certain things break a certain way, they'll lose a pile of money."&nbsp; There was one other thing, but it seemed a little outside of the ken of these sorts. Still, report everything.&nbsp; "I've also heard there's going to be some sort of big artistic happening in a couple of nights.&nbsp; It's supposed to be a secret, but it needs an audience, so they have to say something to the right people.&nbsp; Ever hear of Anita van Gursten?&nbsp; She's supposed to be one of the big art patrons on the other team- she may be involved, if anyone wants to bother doing some digging."
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				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 20:06:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Monica DuVall<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Bronx, specifically at&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kifah, Tariq, Tim<br><br>This was the place alright. It would seem either Monica was a bit late, or others were a bit early, as there was conversation already going on. The nice thing to do was not interrupt, and lately, she hadn't felt like rocking the boat too much. A small wad of cash was slipped into the pocket of the woman's tight leather pants, probably something recovered from earlier "activities" as it was quite common knowledge that this particular Rogue was a bit of a grifter.<br><br>There was a tip of a black cowboy hat, adorned with a silver skull and crossbones, to those present. Otherwise, however, the girl that one could only describe as a goth cowgirl let the others go about their conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 01:25:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uTXjCJj.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alice</strong></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Bronx, Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Kifah, Tariq, Tim, Monica<br><hr><br>"...and as the sun falls the moon rises, bringing with it the lovely Janice's voice.&nbsp; I'm outta here, but not before I leave you with a little Nine Inch Nails."<br><br>The radio signal reached through the city with its long, penetrating fingers.&nbsp; Little claws digging into the minds of the listeners with the pounding frequency of industrial rock.&nbsp; Alice's friend was in charge of the very small radio studio and after some "persuasion" on her part had given her an infrequent job hosting her own show as dusk fell over the city.&nbsp; It was only on the weekends, but it was enough to give her a decent income of cash, tapped her into the local music scenes, and afforded her some limited fame amongst the shows few late-night listeners.<br><br>As the last few beats drifted off into silence it was replaced by the soft, silky voice of Alice, who went by the name Janice while on the air.&nbsp; "Welcome deviants and demagogues," the siren spoke and people couldn't help but listen, turning up the dial so they wouldn't miss even a single syllable of the seductive tones of the Toreador <em>Antitribu</em>, "devils and devas, dealers and denizens; the city goes dark, but you're all awake with me..."<br><br>Her voice paused before she made the sound of blowing a kiss into the microphone, "Got a lovely show planned for you all tonight, but first some music to get those...juices flowin'..."&nbsp; Music was her passion and her muse and the job afforded her an indulgence in it that she couldn't quite get anywhere else, and of course appealed to her narcissistic sense of self-importance.&nbsp; The sun was still up, but slowly dipping down over the horizon, but Alice was safely hidden away within her haven, a small building that seemed to have been renovated from an old storage warehouse or mechanic's garage.&nbsp; The rusty brick color kept it from looking too distinct, and the boarded up windows kept most people from thinking anyone really lived or worked there.<br><br>Early to rise, Alice had plenty of time to deal with her personal obligations before slipping out into the night, it also gave her plenty of time to think about the new pack she was being pulled into.&nbsp; They'd lost some members, which was hardly a surprise--Sabbat were not well known for their survival rates, given their...proclivities for danger.&nbsp; She was still relatively new to the city, though she'd managed to get her claws into a few places within her short time here.&nbsp; Naturally she would be picked up by the local Sabbat to join a pack to put them all to better use in pursuing the Sect's goals.<br><br>"Welcome back," she breathed into the microphone, "now for a little something special for a friend of mine out there...Dragula by our good pal Rob Zombie..."<br><br>She was looking forward to the Vinculum, it was always a pleasant experience.&nbsp; There was something about the vitae of other vampires that just made it something...special.&nbsp; The connection that could be created between them was surreal, like a real pack of animals.&nbsp; They could speak a language that only they understood.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just the vague reminder of her diablerie that teased at her, tempting her to do it once again.&nbsp; For now at least it hardly bothered her.<br><br>The show carried on throughout the first few hours of the night without anything truly interesting happening.&nbsp; After saying her farewell to her faithful audience she exited her small recording and broadcasting booth, nude save for a pair of pink panties and fish-net stockings.&nbsp; Hair dyed a dark black stood in stark contrast to the pale white of her bare flesh.&nbsp; Two streaks of indigo colored the black in different places, one over each ear though at different angles.&nbsp; Each piece of clothing slipped away as she moved on towards her expansive, if improvised, closet.&nbsp; Walking through the aisle of clothes she began hunting for the most elusive prey of all: the right outfit.<br><br>She exited after several long minutes of looking things over, trying things on, and eventually discarding them until she found what she was looking for.&nbsp; She found a black underbust corset to wear over a small, white blouse left unbuttoned to where the corset began, revealing faint glimpses at her concealed breasts at certain angles.&nbsp; Of course it called for a blue plaid skirt to go along with it along with a pair of black boots.&nbsp; Stockings were out of the question tonight.&nbsp; With that finished she, of course, prepared her make-up, but took special care with her dark blue lipstick.&nbsp; Before leaving she made sure to grab her leather jacket--complete with concealed 9mm--as well as her helmet.<br><br>With a blue bandanna tied over her hair she put on the helmet, which easily concealed her face behind its tinted visor, slipped on her jacket and left her haven on her cruiser motorcycle to make her way to the meeting over in the Bronx.<br><br>Fashionable, but not quite late, the humming vibration of the bike announced her arrival like a loyal page as she came to a stop near Tim's Mercedes.&nbsp; The bike returned to slumber with a faint harrumph as the engine stopped, expressing some dislike at being dismounted and left for the others.&nbsp; She slipped of her helmet and set it down on the trunk of Tim's car before she looked over and ran a finger along the circle of the Mercedes symbol.&nbsp; With her other hand she untied the bandanna from her hair, shaking her head to send the strands this way and that and away from her skull.&nbsp; She bent over to slip the bandanna into her boot, left half hanging out for now.<br><br>Finally finished preparing herself she walked over towards the others with a casual grin before her smooth voice slid through the air and into their ears with just a simple phrase, "'sup?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 11:42:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xWA8nPM6Nk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o6QRVVMyj2Q/s512-c/photo.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Magdalena Villemont<br><strong> Location:</strong> Manhattan Apartments <br><strong> Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br>“I remember my first time with a man, but don’t we all <em>ma petite</em>.”<br><br>The words were spoken with a sultry tongue and an accent both familiar and exotic.&nbsp; A crooning of sorts as the words emerged with the seductive touch of the French language, but mixed in a more colloquial fashion with the southern intricacies.&nbsp; Those words were spoken from painted lips and originated from a delicate throat that was beset with a thin line of diamond jewelry.&nbsp; Beneath the candle light those diamonds glittered against the dark flesh of the woman, their&nbsp; end coming to a tear drop diamond that fell between darkened cleavage.&nbsp; The intention was clear with their placement, yet she did not sink so low as to set the mounds on open display.&nbsp; Instead the gown she wore tastefully came upward as if to protect her modesty while also directing attention.&nbsp; Red was the color of the dress that draped across her body like a familiar lover.&nbsp; Somewhere to the side a man poured drinks for one.<br><br>“He was a southern gentleman, a true creature of the South.&nbsp; So gentle and endearing.&nbsp; I knew that I had been lucky he was the one called to my bedroom.”&nbsp; <br><br>Across from the speaker sat another woman dressed in near stark contrast.&nbsp; Gone were the elegant trappings of confidence and classical upbringing.&nbsp; Tear stained massacre stained young cheek still flush with the pink of youth.&nbsp; A tight dress of black showed off the advantages of youthful beauty and open sexuality.&nbsp; Cheap jewelry of bangles and crystal shined over white flesh.&nbsp; The girl might have been a beauty in other circumstances but her confidence was robbed and the hard life of the streets had taken their toll.&nbsp; Her words stammered out in an accent that showed she was painfully from the Midwest of the United States.<br><br>“I…I…real sorry ma’am…I..just couldn’t.&nbsp; My father…what if he saw them..what if…”<br><br>A single tumbler glass was set before the one.&nbsp; Amber liquid rolled to a stop before her but such simple beauty and motion would go unappreciated.&nbsp; Magdalena doubted the woman even tasted the balance of flavors held inside the expensive glass of brandy.&nbsp; Such a loss both in potential and alcohol was her thought before she continued.<br><br>“I understand <em>ma petite</em>, truly I do.&nbsp; Times are different now and you are just <em>une enfant</em>.&nbsp; I know this now, but money has changed hands.&nbsp; Money that you can earn back for me tonight.&nbsp; Do this for me and our debts are settled, please this client for me and all is forgiven.”<br><br>“I will…I promise!”<br><br>Almost as an afterthought the woman grasped the glass once again to drain even the last drop of liquid.&nbsp; Courage mixed into a glass for the young.<br><br>“Can I go home after tonight?”<br><br>A warm smile decorated painted lips now.&nbsp; Motherly in nature and gentle in presentation.&nbsp; Long fingers touched a clutch of alligator flesh stained white.&nbsp; Her body, long and slender inside the trapping of her gown stood to full height which might have been intimidating at one time.&nbsp; Yet the intimidation now came from the predatory nature of her gaze and the familiar way her finger traced the jawline of the other woman with impunity.&nbsp; Softly then the palm extended to touch the warmth of life still radiating from the other’s flesh.&nbsp; Then she brushed back the dyed blonde hair of the girl, a simple brush of owner to pet.<br><br>“Of course <em>ma petite</em>.&nbsp; Tonight you will certainly go home.”<br><br>There was a hard swallow from the girl.&nbsp; Nervously she looked to wear the bar had been.&nbsp; Around her were all the trappings of a lavish apartment reserved on the upper levels of a New York tower.&nbsp; Yet the bar tender was no longer there and the room seemed suddenly cold despite the crackling fire.<br><br>“Is he..will he be kind like yours?&nbsp; Will he be a southern gentleman for me?”<br><br>There was hope in those words and reflected across baby blue eyes.&nbsp; Those eyes shimmered with the face of a woman bearing a much darker visage.<br><br>“No, he will not.”&nbsp; <br><br>Without another words the door was opened to the apartment and Magdalena stepped from the scene that would play out behind her.&nbsp; A moment passed as the door was left ajar and a shadow moved past the elegant figure.&nbsp; There was a whisper from her lips while she looked down to inspect the time on her cellular phone.<br><br>“Jacob do not make a mess of things this time.&nbsp; I have other clients.”&nbsp; Without a sound there was a click of the door behind her locking.&nbsp; Magdalena did not expect to hear the screams as this room was well suited for the task at hand.&nbsp; Besides she was already to the elevator as she had an appointment to keep and new members to meet.&nbsp; The car would be waiting for her at the bottom of the elevators, her eyes not even registering the doorman that made sure she could seamlessly slide into the backseat of the Lexus.&nbsp; "The Bronx tonight Fredrick.&nbsp; Don't make too much of a rush out of the trip, no need to be on time for this event."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 01:03:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sasha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Van Cortlandt Park<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Soveryn, Toreador<br><br>So many people, Kindred and kine alike, expected a fair fight.&nbsp; The concept of a duel, two fair sides was so ingrained into humans that even the Sabbat held its own style of the ordeal.<br><br>Sasha didn't really understand the point.&nbsp; It was almost like the people who shouted at each other during battle.&nbsp; Sounds were made as a warning, like a dog's growl or a cat's hiss.&nbsp; True battle meant that attempts to dissuade the other side were already over, and she wasn't foolish enough to try to fight the Camarilla with words.<br><br>The only sound she made was to break into a dead run after she'd gotten into the proper position.&nbsp; Blood forced its way into her muscles and nerves, speeding her up and making her legs hit harder to come in a sudden rush.&nbsp; Her claws extended from both hands as she suddenly leapt, striking out for the Toreador from an angle that would force her into the alley if she tried to run.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 8d10<br>Comment: <br>Result: 8, 1, 3, 3, 3, 10, 8, 10, <br>Total: 46<br><br>Looks like 3s unless she dodges.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>09-06-2013, 02:00:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Faith Summers<br><strong> Location:</strong> Bronx, Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong> Tagged:</strong> All Gathered<br><hr>Faith was there. She'd been there for awhile, waiting, watching. She was there, perched on the edge of a roof, looking out over the area where the others had gathered. Whether or not it was known she was there didn't matter really. <br><br>Kifah had told her to come. Kifah, who had found her when she was lost, after her Sire had left her. Kifah, who had found Faith in the Rave Clubs she tended to frequent, who gave her a sense of <em>belonging</em>, when her Sire had given her his Gift, then left her on her own. Oh, Faith had been getting along just fine without Severin Malkovich. She knew how to Hunt. She knew how to survive. She just wasn't prepared for how it would make her feel that he had simply <em>left</em>.<br><br>The man had swept into her life, shown her all the wonders of his world, Embraced her, made her love him.... and then he was gone. To say Faith had been a bit upset was like saying Hurricane Katrina was just a storm. Faith had bathed in blood....<br><br>And then Kifah found her. Calmed her. Promised her big things. This time though, this time Faith refused to be completely sucked in. The only reason she had agreed to come to this meeting at all was that in the end, Kifah had been kind, and a little kindness was something Faith needed on occasion. Most times she could give a shit though.<br><br>And so it was, with her legs drawn up to her chest, her arms draped over her knees, this baby Gangrel watched as everyone began to gather below her. Her face and arms were still covered in sticky blood, having just recently Hunted. Her head tilted slightly to the side, unkempt platinum locks clinging to vitae smeared cheeks. She listened to the conversation, but really wasn't paying all that much attention. They were talking money, and Faith could give a fuck about such things. She could get money whenever she wanted. More were arriving, and Faiths head would roll ion her shoulders with a gentle cracking sound as her agitation rose. <br><br>Faith didn't play well with others. She would remain perched upon the roof like the raven she was, and wait for Kifah to call.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 11:38:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Kifah, Tariq<br><strong>Location: </strong> The Bronx, specifically at Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Tim, Monica, Alice, Faith<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20090720064347/residentevil/images/thumb/7/7b/Oded_Fehr.jpg/250px-Oded_Fehr.jpg)<br><strong>Tariq</strong><br></div><br>Tariq listened to McCallum, affecting boredom when the Ventrue antitribu talked, but actually was interested. It did not do to inflate McCallum's already overblown sense of self-importance. The man was already convinced he was more intelligent than the whole pack combined and more world-savvy than even Tariq, who'd been alive before McCallum's mortal mother had first been shoved out of some woman's twat and given life in the world. Despite Tariq's less-than-kindly personal opinion, he'd played the intrigue games of the Sabbat, which were far deadlier than that of the Camarilla, for a long time.&nbsp; But when he heard about Longchamps Investor Funds, he frowned and said, "Suffice to say that there are Sabbat interests in the bank. I will pass this information to Bishop Orozco personally after the Vinculum tonight. As for van Gursten, I will leave Kifah to discuss the matter of who should do the digging with you all as a group."<br><br>Both Assamites perked up as more arrived--Kifah not so enthused with the arrival of Alice...because Tariq's eyes fixated on Alice with a hungry look. The Templar stepped over and took Alice's hand in a mockery of Camarilla courtesy, and he kissed it, saying, "If it isn't my favorite debauched Toreador." But his kiss was depraved--the tip of his tongue darted out to tease Alice's middle finger tip for just a moment before releasing her hand from his strong, cold, and dead grasp.&nbsp; It had been Tariq that had invited Alice to the Vinculum intially...and judging from Kifah's incensed glare, it was not with the approval of the pack priest. <br><br>Tariq's dark eyes twinkled with amusement, and he said to Kifah, "Go open up our territory's home-away-from-home, childe. I prefer the Vinculum be held indoors. Less suspicious." She irritably did as he said, not out of fear, but because he had a point. Tariq greeted each the arrivals personally, however, after seeing Alice. He turned to face Monica, his dark skin blending in well with the night, and he said, "Come now, my delectable Ravnos <em>antitribu. </em> So quiet. So behaved. Entirely unlike you. Come over here--I'm having to incite Kifah to act like a bitch on your behalf while you stand over there silent." <br><br>For Tariq, this gathering of vampires meant someting important. This was a chance to serve Polonia himself through Orozco, and he had get these miserable wretches in line. As such, the situation had to be perfect. The Templar, unlike the other members of the assembled group, had noticed a woman up on the roof, and he was unfamiliar with the new Gangrel (and she had to be a Gangrel, certainly, bloodied and predatorily stalking at a distance like that), wondering what Sasha would think of this new miscreant...or possibly a contender.&nbsp; He thought that it was likely Kifah had recruited the woman to add additional support and weight for her own selection as Ductus, although it was possible Kifah, as a practitioner of the Honorable Accord, thought it was necessary to bring new blood into the Sabbat flock.<br><br>So it was with some scorn, his lean muscles tensing with the urge to do violence and resisting, that Tariq called to the woman on the roof, "If perching like a goddamned raven suits you, by all means, stay on the roof. My boot will be along to shove your ass off shortly. If, on the other hand, you're here for the Vaulderie Kifah is holding, best to come down, neonate, before I make you come down."<br><br>Tariq disliked coyness. What he disliked more was Kifah inviting the woman without his express permission...but he felt it was his duty as a member of the Sword of Caine to educate neonates, so with ill-grace, he tolerated this. He muttered to Monica, "Oh, look, someone else that annoys me more than you, Ravnos. You're losing your edge."<br><br>Kifah opened up the side door to the warehouse, and she gestured for them all to come in. There was a large industrial-grade sink in the back where a Vinculum could easily be done, and the warehouse was a maze of boxes and supplies. Crates of weapons dotted the place, and it had the new and fresh odor of a place well-traversed and always stocked with new things. If McCallum looked around, he'd likely notice that the supplies in here meant big money--this was a well-stocked Sabbat cache.<br><br>Kifah called out, "We'll have to wait for Sasha, Soveryn, and at least one other individual before the Vaulderie begins." Her voice cast a slight echo in the crate-filled room, which was unsurprising, considering the size of Munsee and Hudson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 11:56:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Fredrick, Soveryn<br><strong>Location: </strong> Manhattan Apartments, in transit to The Bronx, eventually at Van Cortlandt Park<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Magdalena, Sasha<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.wallsave.com/wallpapers/1366x768/handsome/106506/handsome-man-in-suit-charming-fashion-gentleman-get-106506.jpg)<br><strong>Frederick</strong><br></div>Frederick's entire life revolved around Magdalena Villemont. As he shut the Lexus door for her and took his place in the driver's seat of the sleek vehicle, he knew that his life would always revolve around her. He was like a moth to the flame, inexorably shifting further and further towards blissful and inevitable destruction, the fate of most ghouls aligned to the Sabbat. However, he did not understand his Mistress' life in such terms. He understood exactly two things:<br><br>1) Ms. Villemont was capable of feeding him the most ecstasy-inducing crimson liquid he'd ever had. He knew it might be blood...but he had long since stopped caring.<br><br>2) He was madly in love with her. He wasn't sure why...but the joy only she could bring him was a big part of it.<br><br>He had a slightly hollow look about him, but overall, the ghoul presented himself in a calm and professional manner. Everything about him was tightly contained and readied to serve Magdalena at her pleasure. He'd gotten more than used to living his life according to her pleasures. She was the type of woman who saw the "bigger picture" of a scenario, and it was up to men like Frederick to sort out the details of it to accommodate her vision. And the poor wretch had no problem with it. <br><br>But he hated the Bronx. He knew that if his Mistress was going to the Bronx, something filthy and beneath her required her attention. He drove the Lexus slowly, understanding that the timing and pacing was critical--if she said slow, she meant slow. He did not look at her, but he understood that as her chauffeur, he had to ask about anything she might require. He asked, softly, "Ms. Villemont, will you require any stops along the way?"<br><br>He was breezing by Van Cortlandt park,and as he drove, he slowed down at the spectacle of a well-to-do woman in white being set upon by another of his Mistress' kind, a wild chick with fiery hair and claws to match. The one in the white coat was essentially being attacked and forced towards an alleyway at the edge just outside the park, and he suddenly said, "Ms. Villemont, should I speed away?"<br><br>In that instant, as the Lexus slowed down, it was obvious that Sasha had leapt forward and dealt some resounding strikes with her powerful hands tipped with those menacing claws, gouging a painful series of slashes on the Toreador woman's abdomen, sending her stumbling and careening--and she turned to run straight towards the alley, where Soveryn awaited in the shadows. Exactly as Sasha ad planned on the fly with her young Lasombra compatriot in the alley.. Out came a knife, and he struck from the darkness, the blade slicing into the tender flesh of the Toreador's thigh, and she lunged at Soveryn, as he was in range--and now she knew where he was at after he had attacked her, hitting him over and over with her fists. The Lasombra would likely need Sasha's aid to finish the bitch off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 13:16:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img543/3639/hubredhead.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sasha<br><strong>Location:</strong> Van Cortlandt Park<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Soveryn, Toreador<br><br>So a runner after all.&nbsp; She hadn't really expected this one to be strong and powerful enough to provide sustenance, and this all but confirmed it.&nbsp; A true Ancillae worthy of diablerie would at least carry some sort of weapon, or prove her value of not really needing one.&nbsp; These seemed much more the desperate strikes of a cornered kitten.<br><br>Sasha jumped forward, slashing her way into the Toreador but keeping a better watch on her usefulness.&nbsp; She didn't want to inflict Final Death with her claws, not when her Lasombra ally had proven his usefulness repeatedly and should be rewarded with his chance at diablerie.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: AndyZ rolled: 8d10<br>Comment: <br>Result: 5, 4, 3, 4, 7, 5, 5, 3, <br>Total: 36<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 05:02:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/uTXjCJj.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Alice</strong></span><br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Munsee-Hudson Warehouse<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; All present<br><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/26212)</strong><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Willpower</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Blood</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>-0</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>-1</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>-2</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>-5</strong></td></tr><tr><td> </td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong> </strong></td><td><strong>Inc</strong></td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em></em></li></ul></div></div></div><hr><br>As Tariq took one of her hands the other went to the hem of her skirt, raising it slightly as she dipped in a mock curtsy while he feigned a dignified kissing of her hand.&nbsp; With a masque of girlish innocence she giggled at the flick of his tongue along her middle finger as well as his comment.&nbsp; "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," the Siren replied once again with a tone that implied that she knew exactly what Tariq really meant.&nbsp; She brought the same middle finger to her blue lips and slid her own tong against the light pad of her fingertip, wetting it slightly.&nbsp; As Tariq turned she let her hand drift up to run the wetted tip along his jaw playfully before he addressed the others.<br><br>She paid what seemed to be half-attention to the dealings of the others as she slipped out of her jacket, fully revealing the outfit beneath.&nbsp; With a pair of hooked fingers she draped the jacket over her shoulder and stood with a disinterested appearance with her other hand on her hip.&nbsp; In reality she listened keenly to what was being said and took mirthful note of Kifah's apparent anger at Alice's dealings with Tariq.&nbsp; Her blue lips split with a faint grin, the hint of a fang barely revealed.&nbsp; The presence of the Ravnos hadn't gone unnoticed, and she cast the same grin in her direction.&nbsp; Her eyes drifted up to where the other vampire was perched, someone she might not have noticed before Tariq had called attention to her.<br><br>The male that they had been speaking to beforehand seemed to remain quiet, so she seemed not to take much interest in him as of yet.&nbsp; Having taken stock of the surroundings and the others she followed the others inside the warehouse where the rites would be held, cooing softly after Tariq after they had all slipped into the musky darkness of the warehouse, "And you haven't even introduced us all, like a proper gentleman."&nbsp; She tossed her jacket onto a nearby crate with careless disregard, the thud it made as it landed clearly indicating there was <em>something</em> hidden inside.&nbsp; Her boots made soft thudding sounds against the floor which echoed strangely within the building as she slipped up behind the Ventrue Tim placing her hands on his shoulders lightly.&nbsp; "What about you," she asked, as she leaned in a little closer behind him, "you seem <em>much</em> more polite than dear Tariq..." she grinned while looking past Tim's shoulder towards Tariq, flashing him a little wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: VtM: Nightmare Nights in NYC [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>20-06-2013, 09:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0xWA8nPM6Nk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/o6QRVVMyj2Q/s512-c/photo.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: Magdalena Villemont<br><strong> Location:</strong> The Bronx <br><strong> Tagged:</strong> Sasha, Soveryn<br><br>The presence of Fredrick was treated much as one might handle a bit of expensive furniture or artwork.&nbsp; He was, for her, an item to be used as necessary and discarded when necessary.&nbsp; Magdalena would never mistreat her prized property, but neither would she allow him to think himself anything more to her.&nbsp; Decades had been spent in an attempt to understand the subtle influence of her presence on him, to understand the limits she could push a ghoul before they broke.&nbsp; The exact method was more art than science, so she resigned herself to treating each accordingly.&nbsp; Fredrick thus far had proven a marvelous success.&nbsp; So when he hesitated and seemed to hold reserved feelings regarding her orders, Magdalena did not treat him so harshly.&nbsp; Simply a strike to his cheek would quell most rebellious thoughts.<br><br>Slowing down at the incident on the street prompted such a slap as she reached forward to lightly brushed her fingers to his cheek.&nbsp; “Now, now Fredrick be kind to those with lesser fortune than ourselves. “&nbsp; The words were spoken as she then lifted her fingers for the car to halt on the street.&nbsp; A Lexus of Diamond white ceased to move on the street as if observing the brutal battle approaching the alleyway.&nbsp; A single tinted window of the rear passenger began to roll down so that a pair of dark eyes could stare onto the night’s mischief.&nbsp; Then the window rolled up once more and she flicked her fingers forward so that he might continue.<br><br>“Do be a dear and notify the police Fredrick.&nbsp; We don’t want such riff raff plaguing the city.”
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