Apollo Brakham & Co: *Apollo sits in
one of the larger booths surrounded by several people. Two are women both
dressed in the appropriate dress and pulling it off rather well, The other is a
young man, likely just barely over the drinking age and he looks somewhat
appropriately attired but not extensively. Apollo himself is a different matter
all together. Dressed in shimmering black and silver fabrics Apollo pulls a
normally gaudy look off quite well. His physic is thin but not necessarily
emaciated. He sports a short black hair and a goatee, the center of the goatee
is died a deep red which contrasts the rest of attire nicely. He sits cavoriting
and laughing with his fellows as the night passes on.*
Erica Delmater: *simply dressed in a short
black skirt and fleece shrug over the top shes wearing ( http://www.dracinabox.com/fleece.jpg
)with heels, she keeps looking about, snapping the pictures, idly wandering and
every once in a while brushing the purple and green hair back behind her ears,
coffin shaped backpack over her shoulders and wearing contacts tonight*
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Whos out there: 5,8,6,
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Awareness ((St app)): 2,3,7,
Apollo Brakham & Co:
*Somehow through the booze the drugs and the
conversation Apollo notices the young Erica and her camera.* "Excuse me all, i
have an itch to scratch and i will be right back." *Seperating himself from the
group he proceeds across the dance floor towards the young woman.*
Erica Delmater: *a particular young couple
dressed up nicely and near matching is her latest subject of curiosity, taking
pictures from a safe distance of them*
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Hes got a debonair
grin with just a hint of ferocity to it as he saunters up to the young woman.*
"Good evening my fine young lady. Enjoying the show?" *He says as he taps her on
the shoulder from behind.*
Erica Delmater: *she almost literally
jumps and gasps when she gets tapped on teh shoulder, the camera accidentally
going off taking a picture of a dark part of the ceiling before she gathers
herself enough to look to the tapper, blinking at apollo as the blush starts to
dissappate* um......show? you mean....all the dancers?
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He nods still
smiling* "No my dear i mean the ceiling you just took a picture of." *Sarcasm
drips from his tongue like it flows constantly.* "May i ask why you are taking
pictures of all these....people?"
Erica Delmater: oh..Im sorry I..*blushing
about the ceiling, she listens to his question and shrugs*
um....for...inspiration.....studies to go by on later drawings and pictures Ill
do...
Apollo Brakham & Co: "I see, and you hope
to find it amoung the masses do you?" *His eyebrow shoots up, there is certainly
a bit of arrogance about him as he looks around the club.* "How can you find
inspiration...in such..a place?"
China: ((Room
for another?))
Erica Delmater: inspiration is
everywhere....its...not what you look at....but how you look at it.....
Erica Delmater: (I don' mind*G*)
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((sure)) "Really? im
afraid i dont really agree with you. But....i can overlook that." *He grins
wryly at her.* "Care to join me?"
Erica Delmater: *blinking about the
overlooking part, chewing the inside of her lip again briefly, she looks about,
confused as to why he'd ask her, then blushes slightly and shrugs* I...I dont
know....
Sady: ~The door leading to the stairs and
up into the office swings open, and the blond with a perma-sneer comes tromping
on out. Good thing those bouncers pay more than attention enough not to get
smacked with that door~
Apollo Brakham & Co: "I wont take no for
an answer...i never do. And if you must know i love a woman with a camera." *He
smiles wickedly*
Erica Delmater: Ill bet....*quietly
replying seeing that wicked grin after his answer, the camera held carefully in
her hands*
Sady: ~She moves right over to the bar and
climbs up. Moving her ass from stool to bartop, her eyes settling on Apollo and
Erica. Quite blatantly. No efforts by any stretch of the means to appear polite
about it.~ ((oh yeah... slap me for that dd thing.))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *The smile fades
quickly back into a more, genial smile.* "You dont trust me do you? Would it
help if you knew my name?" *He looks to her for a moment* "Regardless, my name
is Apollo, Apollo Brakham."
Erica Delmater: I...guess...*shaking her
head and shrugging, she looks slightly apologetic* sorry....
Sady: ~She lets her legs dangle over the
side of the bar, just staring at the two~
Apollo Brakham & Co: "My dear, appologies
are not necessary, but appreciated. You do not know me and i do not know you.
But i want to know you. Is that so wrong?" *The smile does not deminish as he
watches her his gaze unflinching, very sure of himself.*
Erica Delmater: oh...um.*blushing a touch
forgetting her manners* Erica....nice.....nice to meet you...apollo
Erica Delmater:
d10: per/alert: 8,8,9,9,7,1,9,
Sady: ~Her boots start swinging
listlessly, leaning back on her hands. Staring. Kind of creepy, really~
Erica Delmater: (*blinks*....wow...)
*almost as if she sensed it, her eyes slowly slide towards where sady is at the
bar watching them*
Sady: ~And with that perception roll...
Sady's underwear are pink. With Hello Kitty on them. Silk. Ruffled thong. Size
1.~
Erica Delmater: (*snickers* geeee thanks
for THAT tmfi moment LOL)
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He grins, you cant
tell if its good or bad.* "Excellent, Erica. It is a pleasure i assure you. So,
will you join me?" *He holds a hand out to her if she looks at it she sees a
very odd looking tattoo peaking out from under the shirt*
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((LOL!!!))
Sady: ((~L~ Hey I had to throw something
out there to amuse everyone))
Sady: ~Her eyes narrow at Apollo, though
still she's simply staring at the moment. Leaning forward, and putting her
elbows on her thighs~
Erica Delmater: *she looks slooowly from
sady back to him, notices the tattoo with a slight grin, then shrugs and nods* I
guess it wont hurt just sitting and talking, right?
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He smiles* "Never,
you never know what you might find, if you just have an open mind." *He puts a
hand on her shoulder and begins leading her back towards the the booth he had
occupied.* "So Erica tell me. What do you do?"
Sady: ~She hops down off the bar, and
starts tromping right along after. Keeping an all too blatant eye on where
they're going.~
Erica Delmater: Im..well...an
artist....lots of different mediums...but, work in a custom doll shop, and a
tattoo parlor as an apprentice, learning the ropes I guess you could say...
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He nods looking at
her.* "I see...how delightful. So photography is not your passion?" *He leads
her surely across the dance floor back to the booth*
Sady: ~She flops into a nearby booth. And
continues to stare.~
Erica Delmater: well...I like taking
pictures, but of artwork no its not my passion
Erica Delmater: (guys Im sorry, Im startin
to die here sadly*hugs* barely keepin my eyes open*pouts*)
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((awww *Pets* thats
cool))
Sady: ((~G~ IS okies. Sady can give you an
out real quick like))
Erica Delmater: (oookay*chuckles*)
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He frowns slightly
at this but it doesnt faze him reall* "I see, well. You see i am having a
little...party soon. To commemorate the aquisition of my new headquarters here
in New York, it will be quite the event...care to show with that camera of
yours?"
Sady: ~Magic words. She hops up out of
the booth again, taking the whole lot of two steps and turning to face them.
Glare settling on Apollo~ Get outta tha booth, girl.
Erica Delmater: *blinking, alot...quite
confused as sady pops up at the table ordering her out of the booth*..Im...sorry,
huh?*sounding confused and cautious and maybe a bit jumpy*
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Apollo eyes the
newcomer suspiciously* "Erica and I were simply having a conversation. Is your
reaction really that necessary?"
Sady: I said... get tha fuck outta tha
booth girl. I ain't gonna say it 'gain, 'er I'mma pick ya up an take ya up ta
tha ladies office an have 'er make a phone call. ~Her eyes still on Apollo~ Fer
tha likesa yer ass? Yeah. It is. She's off limits.
Erica Delmater: *blinking, alot....when
she says ladies office she hits recognition of something(since shed never met
sady before), pales a touch, then excuses herself and gets out of the booth
right quick*
Apollo Brakham & Co: "My...kind?" *His
voice takes on an edge to it.* "Your...presumption is very...unwise." *He meets
her gaze.* "I am simply having a conversation, and inviting her to my companies
opening cerimony with her camera...is that really so bad?"
Sady: I didn' say nuthin' bout yer
kind. Dunno 'xactly what kind it is, jus know it ain't onea ours. So yeah. It
is. Stay tha fuck 'way from what ain't yers ta fuck with. ~She looks over to
Erica, nodding onces~ Ya can go.
Erica Delmater: *she murmurs a soft yes
ma'am and dashes off for the door*(thank you*hugs ya both* sorry bout the havin
to go early, thanks for the rp though)
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He looks over to
Erica ignoring sady for a moment.* "I'm sorry our conversation was cut short
Erica, Do have a good night wont you?" *He says with a smile*
Sady: ((~Giggles N LIX a GG~ Sweet dreams
hunny!))
Sady: ~Once Erica's gone, she turns again,
and moves back over to the bar. Reclaiming the bartop for her ass~
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He watches the
woman walk off and frowns deeply not letting his companions see it though. He
then walks over to Sady.* "I wish to bother you for a moment, hope you wont
mind."
Sady: ~She blinks at him. Once. Staring.~
Yeah?
Apollo Brakham & Co: "I assume that you
have some sway here if you are to be commanding people as such as well as
sitting so..forcefully upon the bar?"
Sady: Maybe. ~She tilts her head some,
still watching him with that suspicious glare~
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He grins*
"Excellent, you see despite your, first impression i am willing to be friends
with you. I am going to make the assumption that you know the person who owns
this place. And i would like for you to pass on my card to him or her if
possible as i may have future dealings with this establishment."
Sady: ~She gives him a look like he's got
four heads and a beak for a nose just sprouted like a pimple the night before
prom~
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((LOL)) "I take it by
your....visage your not willing to co-operate?"
Sady: ~She blinks a few times~ Man.....
C'mon. ~She hops back down off the bar, and starts towards one of the
semi-private booths. One the proprietor would typically occupy~
Sady: ((~BG~ I love Sady))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He gives an odd look
to her and then gazes over to his table for a moment before following the woman
to the booth*
Sady: ~She slides into one side of the
booth, scooting towards the inside, and slouches in the seat. With her...
lack... of height, and her oh so lady like sitting, it might be a comical look
with just being visible from the shoulders up if not for the perma sneer~
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He just manages to
stifle a chuckle as he slides into the booth and then gives her a cool and
confident look...like a buisnessman..a very good buisnessman" "So, what would
like to discuss?"
Sady: Fer starters..... ~Her shoulders
rolling a bit, chin lifting, and a clearing of her throat~ Tha fuck ya think yer
doin walkin in here messin in tha wrong parta town? Wantin ta do bidness... all
well an good.. sure... but steppin on someone's toes ain't tha besta starts.
Apollo Brakham & Co: *He steeples his
fingers infront of him, a smile across his face.* "You presume i was up to no
good, Perhaps you are right...perhaps you are wrong. Irregardless i was here to
have a good time and be social...at least as social as i can be in such a place.
And you have no proof i was here to do ill."
Sady: ~She smirks, leaning forward so her
collarbone rests against the table~ Ya came in here, tryin ta get onea our girls
ta meet ya somewhere. I don' care how fuckin slick ya think ya are. Ain't trust
no one tha thinks their rico fuckin suave inna bad suit.
Apollo Brakham & Co: "Indeed i did, its
what you do at a club isnt it? Make friends? Meet new people?" *He leans back
the smile growing edgier as she insults him.* "I had no idea she was one of
"yours" an even if i was aware. i was simply looking for a freelance
photographer."
Sady: ~She gives him a cold smile~ Wow...
ya jus.... amazin. So is this a natural talenta yers?
Apollo Brakham & Co: "My talents are many.
It just depends how interested i am in flexing them." *He returns the smile with
little warmth*
Sady: And do ya..... flex.... alot?
~Watching him, head tilting a bit~
Apollo Brakham & Co: "Well i think that is
a little personal for the first date wouldnt you say?"
Sady: ~Her eyebrow twitches. She blinks at
him. Once. Unamused.~
Apollo Brakham & Co: *His grin holds as he
examines her features noticing her unamused look easily.* "What...exactly is
going to be necessary for a mutual agreement to be reached?" *He says switching
gears*
Sady:
d10: thhhhhhhhht.Silencer: 8,6,1,1,2,4,10,6,3,5,
Sady: Fer ya ta shut tha fuck up an get
bent. We don' wan' yer kind here. ~Her tone going even more cold than before,
letting off one shot under the table~
Sady: ((~Services roller~))
Sady:
d10: damage: 7,9,1,3,9,4,1,
Sady: ((~Blinks~ wow ~LMFAO~))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Soak: 5,9,
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Apollo doubles over
on the table and looks at the woman with venom in his eyes as he grits his
teeth. Slowly he pulls himself from the table keeping his gaze squarely on her
he begins to limp away."
Sady: ~As soon as he gives her the look of
venom, she fires another shot~
Sady:
d10: loveyouroller: 7,2,5,5,2,6,9,1,6,7,
Sady:
d10: holyshit: 5,7,6,8,9,4,8,8,9,2,
Sady: ((~JAW DROPS~))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Dodge (WP): 9,4,3,
Sady:
d10: damage: 8,3,5,2,10,4,3,5,
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Not able to help but
scream, Apollo breaks from the table.*
Sady:
d10: plus ten: 3,
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: plus five: 9,
Ravyn:
((Okay, folks. Situation as it stands is that Sady just shot Apollo, who has
screamed and just started to get up. He's not fully standing yet, as his action
was posted after initative. Declaring and rolling in reverse order, as per usual
Streamlined Combat Rules. So Declare Order is the same, as Apollo is at Hurt,
and has a -1 to all rolls, including initiative. By tiebreaker per Combat rules,
highest base wins a tie, so declare order is Apollo, then Sady.))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Apollo will simply
be running away. He's not ready for this...not yet anyways.*
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Get away: 2,7,
Sady: ~Ohhh.... running target~
Sady:
d10: bangbang: 5,4,6,9,8,3,7,7,3,4,
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Reroll on that...: 10,
Sady:
d10: damage: 2,3,4,8,1,9,2,
Sady:
d10: Rerolling: 2,9,2,4,2,1,5,1,7,
Ravyn: The
bullet somehow manages to lodge in the folds of Apollo's clothing and not harm
him, and he gets up to run. People are just now beginning to take notice in the
dim light of the club and the pounding music. ((New Turn, same inits))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Run away (WP): 3,
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Apollo will continue
to run, using any humans nearby as shields as he makes his way away from the
crazy bitch*
Sady:
d10: bangbang (wp): 9,1,9,2,3,8,8,6,10,6,
Sady: ~She follows him with the gun. Fires
again.~ Fucking pain in tha ass... jus die already.
Sady: ((~Boggles at that.... knows Post
was hit before roll~))
Ravyn:
((...wow.))
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((had same problem.))
Sady:
d10: wow: 4,7,8,7,6,1,6,6,4,
Sady: ((~blinks~ demmit. One more die
in there))
Sady:
d10: : 4,
Ravyn: This
time, the aim is perfect, and it passes right through Apollo's head, exploding
it like a ripe melon. ((5 Lethal turns it into 8 lethal total. Dead-ass Host.))
Ravyn:
Apollo's Celestial Form emerges, misty and indistinct, out of the bloody corpse
of the Host. Humans in the vicinity start to run, stare in shock and terror at
the Tormented form, or wet themselves and faint.
Ravyn: ((And
go ahead and post your Celestial Form DD, Apollo. *S*))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Hazy and indistinct
the form rises is loathsome to behold. Bestial in almost everyway the skin is
uneven and rotting, bile foams from what could be taken as a mouth as it mouths
a roar. Eyes, many eyes peer balefully in the direction of Sady fixed on her,
buring her image into its brain."
Ravyn: ((And
also roll me a WP to keep from getting sucked back into Hell.))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Not going anywhere: 9,6,5,9,3,3,
Ravyn:
((We're...fairly out of combat here. *S*))
Sady: Fuck me.... 'at shits uglier than a
Nos after a fuckin acid bath. ~The words a low, disbelieving whisper, still
sitting in the booth for a moment, the shock. Must be the shock~ Note ta self.
Kiss Claudius an tell 'im he's prince fuckin charmin.
Ravyn -> Apollo Brakham & Co:
((Where's our lovely little Demon-boy going for a
new Host? *S*))
Apollo Brakham & Co -> Ravyn:
((Heh his thrall. who just happens to be in the
club, celebrating the move to new york))
Sady: ~She blinks a few times, and shakes
her head quickly, frowning and pulls out her phone. Speed dial is great,
especially when you make a mess. A look to the bouncers for some crowd control
action to start real quick like~
Ravyn: The
misty form dashes, straight into the body of the woman over where Apollo's
associates were. ((Per possession, Thrall is rather...er...non-functional as the
possession takes place. Which will be a turn's worth.))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *As soon as possible
the woman will flee the club as fast as possible.*
Sady: ~When the form dashes, she's on her
feet with the phone in one hand, gun up~ Mother FUCKER! OH HELL NO! ~Following
it until is stops, not really sure if she can shoot the thing as it is, but not
willing to have the bullet pass straight into an innocent bystandard.~
Ravyn:
((Sorry, guys. Conferring with Demon Staff at the moment. Gimme juust a sec.))
Sady: ((no problem. ~S~ Need to light a
magic stick and tuck boychild into my bed))
Ravyn:
((Apollo, per conferring, roll WP vs. 8. You need to get as many successes as
your Legacy, i.e. 3, to be coherant after possession, as the infernal memories
flush into Kiera's mind.))
Ravyn: ((WP
used will be Apollo's base WP.))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: taking hold: 3,5,9,6,6,4,
Ravyn:
Kiera's mortal mind is still in the rather traumatic process of trying to
process thousands of years of information, not to mention Hell, as Sady
approaches.
Sady: Fuckin spawn... go back ta hell.
~She pulls the trigger~
Sady:
d10: bangbang: 4,5,6,4,2,8,2,4,9,8,
Sady:
d10: damage: 3,2,7,2,4,4,4,8,10,2,8,
Sady: ((Demmit. Crashing. BRB))
Ravyn: What
few people are left around the tables that weren't frightened off by the
Celestial Form start to scream and scatter as Sady pumps a bullet into Kiera.
The music is still playing, but the DJ is out of the booth, gone to help the
bouncers do crowd control. ((4 Lethal; gimme another WP roll, Apollo. 2 more
succ needed to be able to act.))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: Will: 8,5,9,8,6,8,
Sady: ((Now why couldn't you get that on
the first roll? ~L~))
Ravyn:
((Okay, cool. We are going to use, for refrence because we have nothing else to
go off of, Apollo's stats. It is now Initiative Time.))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: plus : 9,
Sady:
d10: plus ten: 3,
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((sorry 5))
Ravyn: ((Due
to -2 due to wound penalties, Initiative Order in terms of Declaration is
Apollo/Kiera, then Sady.))
Apollo Brakham & Co: *Running using human
shields* ((nothing i can roll though))
Ravyn -> Apollo Brakham & Co:
((Psst, psst. WP for auto-success))
Apollo Brakham & Co: (( sorry lets use a
Willpower for a Running success))
Sady: ~She growls, opening fire again~
Sady:
d10: bangbang: 8,6,9,2,10,10,5,9,6,5,
Sady:
d10: damage: 8,5,10,5,6,10,7,8,5,
Ravyn: RECAP:
Keira starts to limp away, and Sady draws a bead on her head, blowing it to
pieces. And once again, the same Celestial Form coalesces out of the corpse's
body. ((WP for the upcoming turn to avoid being sucked into hell.))
Apollo Brakham & Co:
d10: stay here: 5,3,2,4,9,
Sady: ~She sneers at the form, pointing
the gun~ Motherfucker... go 'head. Jump in 'nuther one.
Ravyn -> Apollo Brakham & Co:
((So takle 2...where's he headed for a new
host?))
Sady: ~She looks at the phone to see if
the call is still connected, then puts it to her ear~ Uh... boss?
Ravyn -> Sady:
"Sady?" It's Marcel's voice. "What the FUCK is
goin' on in there??"
Ravyn: The
demon's body zooms with breakneck speed out of the club, leaving a whole host of
mortals fainted, hovered in the corner, or otherwise freaking out.
Ravyn:
((Or...not body. Form. Yeah. You know.))
Sady: Yeah we gotta problem at tha Tears.
Big one. Fuckin hell spawn keeps jumpin in people, got some nightmare fer crowd
control goin an' two faceless fuckin bodies.
Apollo Brakham & Co: ((Thanks for the scene
guys...not what i was hoping for but still entertaining.))
Sady: ((~big hugs~ RAWR! Well..... glad
you had.. um.... fun?))
Ravyn: ((Any
time. Thank you for patronizing Seraphim's Tears, come back again! ;) ))
Ravyn -> Sady: "Ahh, shit. Get those fuckin' bouncers doin' there job and some GOD damn crowd control. I'll be there ASA-fuckin'-P."
Sady: Already on it. ~She hangs up the
phone, keeping an eye on the door as she puts the gun away, and starts setting
to work giving the bouncers a hand~
Sady: ((~Slaps dat pause button~))
Ravyn: ((And
pause for now.))
Sady: ((I see you! ~Plays peek a boo~))
Celest Aston: ((Yep. *S* I see you too, just waiting
for everyone else. Maybe one of us should put up that this is to take place last
night.))
Sady: ((ooooo yeah good idea. ~Fixes
tag~))
Celest Aston: ((Wee gang is all here))
Marcel Rolando Romer:
The bouncers and Sady have a hell of a time
getting the crowd cleared, but they manage it, the Bouncers suggesting that they
close down for the night, as usual for when something off-the-hook happens in
the club. Wouldn't be the first time. When the last of the people are filtering
out, leaving just the mess of the dead people (and a few people who got trampled
on the dance floor during the whole mess), the tell-tale sounds of a Harley
comes up to the front of the club.
Sady [last night]: ~She turns to the
bartender once things are quieting down~ Get Celest.
Celest Aston: Celest, looking as per normal
beautiful as ever, comes out of the door that leads up to the offices. Taking in
the places as she marches into the main part of the club.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
The bartender looks up to the offices. "Looks
like she beat me to the punch," he tells Sady, pointing.
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over her
shoulder, moving some of the injured people from the trampling over to booth
seats to lay them down for cleanup~ Uh.... Romer's here. Called 'im already.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
Outside, Marcel waits just long enough for Nikos
to get off, and then dismounts from the bike himself. To call him in a good mood
would be grossly inaccurate. He's got a much deeper scowl then usual, and pushes
the leaving club-goers out of the way as he gets to the front door. Once he gets
in, he looks over to Nikos. "Welcome to clean-up detail," he says to Nikos as he
surveys the mess. "And I ain't necessarily talkin' about mop an' bucket duty."
Celest Aston: She crosses one hand over her chest
and the other flys to her temple rubbing there as if she suddenly has the worst
headache in the world. She glances over to Marcel as he comes inside. "Gang's
all here." she mutters looking around and shaking her head.
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over towards
the doors, then to Celest with a shrug~ Y'said deal with it, an I did. Fucker
was tryina sweet talk that ghoul outta here, then was stupid nuff ta stick
'round after I gave 'im tha chance ta leave.
Nikos Ellingsworth: Nikos glances over the mess,
going just slightly pale and very still. "...right."
Celest Aston: And she winces when Sady speaks of
ghouls with people who could be NOT in their world.
Sady [last night]: ((THought those ones
were cleared out ~blinks~))
Marcel Rolando Romer:
((They have been.))
Sady [last night]: ((Ok ~whew~ She's
not the brightest crayon in the box, but she's not THAT stupid ~LOL~))
Celest Aston: ((Okay sorry I thought by trampled
some of them were still alive.....not that they were dead. MY bad. DLP))
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"You'll be fine," he says to Nikos. "Just follow
and watch, and try not to slip on any of the blood. Nothin' more embarassin'
then falling face-first into brains." He starts to head toward Celest and Sady.
Celest Aston: Celest looks to Sady. "Watch him, keep
an eye on things. Damn it. We have dead peoiple all over the place, and you
pulled a gun in the club. This is going to be a whole lot more than just basic
clean up. This is a disaster."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Yeah," he says,
obediently following Marcel across the room. "I'll keep that in mind."
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over at the
approaching Marcel and Nikos, then over to Celest~ So I was s'posed ta jus let 'im
walk outta here with 'er? Or better yet, let 'im keep talkin smack at me like 'e
was king fuckin shit AFTER I fuckin told 'im he was bein watched. I gave 'im tha
fuckin chance ta leave, Celest. Instead he wanted ta flop his dick out an wave
it at me.
Celest Aston: She looks at the front doors of the
club where Marcel was heading in from. "How are we supposed to get all of those
people back to erase what they saw?" She looks back to Sady. "Last I saw you got
Erica out of his grasp. Maybe telling him flat out he and his were no longer
welcome period in this club from that moment on. Or called me in or the bouncers
to escort him out?"
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Fuck that shit, Celest." He shakes his head. "Fuckin'
Demon in here, he should know fuckin' better. Treaty shoulda kept his ass
out...I'm sick of this shit."
Celest Aston: "Yes well it doesn't and it didn't and
now we have them to deal with along with the cops among other things." She
crosses her arms.
Sady [last night]: I did fuckin tell 'im
'e wasn' welcome. Cept I said it in my own colorful fuckin way. He said he liked
"flexin 'is skills". Sounded ta me like he was gonna try an use some hell bound
bullshit ta start pullin shit. So call it DOIN MY FUCKIN JOB. ~She drops another
body in the booth with a growl~ And I didn' do a fuckin thing but shoot 'is ass.
~She looks to Marcel, pointing to the male body without it's head~ That was 'im.
Fuckin room fulla people, an he turns 'round an jumps in that one o'er there.
~Pointing to the headless female~
Celest Aston: And she blinks at Sady. "Body
jumping?"
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He snorts. "Don't worry about the fuckin' cops.
Got that covered. They're got a tip about a drug deal goin' down in Battery. Bet
they'll be disappointed."
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over at
Nikos again, then back to Celest and nods~ Weirdes fuckin shit I ever saw. Blew
his head off, then this fuckin misty thing that makes Claudius look like miss
america floats outta it an jumps inta tha bitch he was with. She starts goin all
seisure fits on me so I shot 'er too.
Nikos Ellingsworth: He moves closer to
Marcel slowly as they talk, still taking in the whole scene. But he's definitely
paying attention to mention of body swapping.
Celest Aston: She is back to rubing her temples with
her hands. "So now, how many bodies do we have to get rid of? And someone grab
the mops and buckets, and some bleech, to start to clean up the blood." the last
is sort of shouted to the bouncers/workers of the club.
Sady [last night]: ~She points to the ones
that were trampled, then the two headless~ Maybe half dozen all tagether. ~A
smirk at that~
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Looks like...two headless and four flattened.
Six." He shrugs. "'at's not too bad." He's frowning at the topic of body
swapping. "But that's some straight-up bullshit right there. Ain't no fucking
Hell-things gonna be comin' in here, jumpin' into bodies."
Sady [last night]: ~She nods to Marcel,
scowling again~ An it ain't like I was fuckin loud 'bout it. I used tha
silencer. Hell, no one knew nuthin till he screamed likea bitch an started
runnin after I shot 'im in tha junk.
Celest Aston: She moves over to the Hedless male
body and startsa to search through pockets. "Sady gimme your gun. I will buy you
a new one or get you a new one......as long as that one isn't registered." she
is muttering as she goes looking through the pockets. "I can see about getting
this guy and the female to a hotel or back to her place, and make it look like a
murder suicide. I am good at those."
Sady [last night]: ~She winces, shaking
her head~ Can't do 'at. Mine'r both licensed.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Sounds good," he says to Celest, then grunts,
looking around the club. "Unbelieveable. The fuckin' Treaty's busted as shit,
and we just gotta deal with it? Fuck that. Things are gonna change 'round here."
He looks back to Nikos. "Remind me. I gotta talk to the Tremere, an' soon."
Celest Aston: "Well if there is no bullets, in these
guys." she eyes the male. "Then I might be able to pull something off." she
looks over and smiles to Marcel. "I thought you might like that." Once she has a
wallet she will stand up and call Marcus, her ghoul, to come and help her out on
this one.
Nikos Ellingsworth: He nods. "Okay."
Sady [last night]: ~She blinks slowly at
Celest~ Uh... There might be one 'er two in 'is crotch.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Ahh, hell, I'll get the bullets outta his skull,
if there's any there." He moves over and kneels next to Apollo's body, reaching
into the mess of his head without preamble and digging for bullets.
Sady [last night]: Only shot 'im once in
tha head. ~She moves over to the woman's body and starts looking it over, on a
bullet search~
Celest Aston: "Don't worry about Sady. I will take
care of it. The other's might be a problem." she nods to the trampled 4. "And
you are right Marcel, we need to have the ability of some recource in our own
places. It is bad enough the Anarch's still try and use this place."
Celest Aston: She watches the two of them go on
bullet searches. A smirk, her first of the night, on her lips. "So what are our
plans with the treaty?"
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He digs the bullet out, hands now red and gory,
and tosses it at a nearby bouncer. "Toss that." He looks back to Celest. "I'm
gonna set down some new fuckin' ground rules, is what I'm gonna fuckin' do."
Sady [last night]: ~She pulls out the
metal from the woman's corpse, nodding over to Celest, then blinks at the tossed
bullet~ Hey no fuckin way, I wan't that fer a trophy. ~A snicker, standing and
wiping her hands on her tank top, before falling quiet again to listen~
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Oh. Yeah. So, let's get official, here." He
gestured a messy hand at Nikos, then to Celest, then Sady. "Nikos...Celest,
Toreador Primogen. And Sady, the sheriff. She's one-a mine. Celest, Sady, this
is my ghoul, Nikos."
Celest Aston: "Sounds good to me." she tells him.
"You want me to figure something out for the other four as well?" she nods her
head to the bodies. "Or you want to see how well your boy will do with that
job?"
Celest Aston: A smilew to Nikos. "Nice to see you
again and offically meet you."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "I've...met Celest." He
nods. "Nice meeting you, Sady."
Sady [last night]: S'up? ~She nods to
Nikos, then quirks an eyebrow over at Marcel as she tucks the bullets into her
pocket~
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Naah, yer off-duty on that, Sady." He looks at
Nikos. "Crew's on your orders. Figure out somethin' to do with those, and have 'em
do it."
Celest Aston: She nods her head to what Marcel says.
"ooooh your in charge tonight." She winks at Nikos. "Hey Marcel, maybe this way
we can surpass the Treaty and just....not tell them about what happened
tonight."
Nikos Ellingsworth: He opens his mouth
then closes it and looks around. "Right. Hell of a crash course. What happened
to follow me and pay attention?"
Sady [last night]: ~She nods at Marcel,
then looks over at Celest~ No, fuck that shit. He fuckin brought it on 'imself.
This shit's gotta fuckin stop.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Lesson One. Situations can change in the blink
of an eye." He smirks to Nikos, then looks over to Celest. "Nuh-uh. We're takin'
it straight to that little Chinese bitch. Things gotta change 'round here."
Celest Aston: She looks in between Marcel and Sady.
"They might want the bodies then." She crosses her arms.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"We got video footage of what happened. They
don't need no damn bodies." He shrugs. "However, it would be nice to drag the
two headless ones into the Concerto and dump 'em right on her desk."
Sady [last night]: ~She smirks~ We can use
my car. It's out back. Plennya trunk space.
Celest Aston: "Those were the two I was talking
about." She rolls her eyes.
Nikos Ellingsworth: He looks around,
considering. "Do we want to keep any of them, for anything? And what exactly
happened? What am I covering for?"
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over to
Nikos~ They got trampled in a paniced crowd.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Naah, they're just kine." He shakes his head.
"They got trampled."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Right. What panicked
the crowd? Shooting? They'll remember that. And likely at least two of them came
with friends. That gets more problematic than just bodies."
Celest Aston: "Yep." she tells Nikos as she smiles
at him.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Maybe. So what do you say we do?" He's watching
Nikos as they talk, a hint of a smile on his face.
Sady [last night]: ~She crosses her arms,
looking back to Marcel~ Want me ta dump these two in my car an we can take carea
'at shit? I dunno if this fucker had any other friends 'er not.
Celest Aston: "I will help you take them out to your
car. I will grab the girl." She tells Sady. "Then at least they are out of the
way."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "You can stage a
murder-suicide. What if we review the tapes, find out which two are most likely
to be missed. We've got keys, ids...can we make it look like they ran away
together? Took off for Mexico or something? Without bodies that might at least
buy enough time for things to drop for them as far as attention. Four people
gone with no explanation is bad. Two...might be easier to explain away."
Celest Aston: "We could, but they have been dead, so
any bullet holes will show up as post mortum, meaning after death. And the fact
that they had been trampled will be evident as well." a raise of an eyebrow.
Sady [last night]: ~She smirks over at
Celest~ 'Sperimentin with dead bodies 'gain?
Nikos Ellingsworth: "I'm working on the
where no one will find the bodies ideas, but I'm sadly lacking in covering up
anything remotely like this experience. I'll take suggestions...."
Celest Aston: "Nope, just when you are good at your
job." she says walking over to the girl who had her head blown off. "You get to
know what you can and what you cannot make things look like."
Sady [last night]: ~She opens her mouth to
say something, then stops and looks between Marcel and Celest~ Could always go
with tha Smithy disposal system.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He's quiet, looking between the three and letting
them sort things out with a discerning look on his face. It would be relatively
serene-looking, if not for the blood and brain bits on his hands.
Celest Aston: "Car accident, Suicide pact, of
having them drive off into the bay. Have a car blow up with them in it. Take any
car's that are not needed to a dump or recycle place, that will get rid of the
cars. I like the car blowing up, but that might be me."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Okay, Celest, figure
out what you can make as much of that look like as you can." He looks at Sady.
"You know how to make bodies disappear?"
Sady [last night]: ~She makes a face at
the blowing up cars idea~ Uh... bad idea. That'll prolly get tha police crawlin
all o'er it after tha shit in tha Bronx las' week.
Nikos Ellingsworth: [Move that post up one?
*sigh*]
Sady [last night]: ~She nods to Nikos~
Yup.
Nikos Ellingsworth: "So once we know how
many we need to disappear, you can disappear them? Will you need anything to do
that with? People? Money? Stuff?"
Sady [last night]: ~She tilts her head at
Nikos and smirks~ Toxic waste disposal barrel, coupla trash bags, gas can, some
matches, an' a hacksaw.
Nikos Ellingsworth: "I guess you got that
all covered, pretty much?"
Celest Aston: "Well, as long as we can get rid of
the cars, and maybe even go in and clean out their places, possibly. I mean hell
people from New York dissapear all of the time."
Marcel Rolando Romer:
((Sorry, guys. Got distracted by cock jokes on
Cable TV.))
Sady [last night]: Carry alla 'at shit in
my trunk. 'Cept tha barrel. ~She nods to Nikos, crossing her arms and looking
over to Marcel~
Celest Aston: She looks at Sady and Grins. "I knew
there wasd a methood I hadn't tried yet." Between the two of them they could get
rid of anyone.
Sady [last night]: ((Now where were those
LAST night when Sady was shooting under the table? ~G~))
Sady [last night]: ~She snickers over at
Celest~ S'what I did ta 'at crazy ass big titty bitch. Y'know.... it ain't easy
cuttin through 'at fake titty stuff.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He nods a little. "Well, then. Sounds like we got
ourselves a fuckin' plan."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Right. That was the
Mexico idea. No bodies found...Mexico. Pina coladas. Can we get one of these
cars to Mexico? Or at least way out of here? Abandon it in some barn somewhere
or something?"
Sady [last night]: ~She nods~ Yup, can do
'at too. Gotta kid 'ats really good fer runnin like 'is ass is on fire. ~She
blinks a few times, then looks to Marcel again~ Reminds me though, gotta talk ta
ya 'bout 'im.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"I got a chop shop. We can take it apart there."
Celest Aston: "I do not know anyone with a chop
shop, but that would be a way to get rid of some. I will do the B and E on the
ones down to Mexica, as well....." she laughs. "It shouldn't be too difficult to
grab up things to make it look like they left." For the other two....." She
shrugs. "I am sure we will find out something."
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Really?" He looks at Sady with a frown. "The
fuck's he done now?"
Sady [last night]: Naw naw.... Not
Gunther, tha new one. He uh.. ~She winces and scratches the back of her head for
a moment~ He told me some shit 'at don add up right.
Nikos Ellingsworth: He nods. "Right. You don't know
any of them, do you?" He glances at the bodies. He doesn't react to them so much
now. "Or about them?"
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Ahh, him." He nods a little bit, frowning.
"Don't add up? You ain't thinkin' he's a Jersey type, are ya?"
Celest Aston: "Nope." She tells Nikos, only half
listening to the other two.
Sady [last night]: ~She shakes her head
no, frowning~ Ain't like 'at. Jus... Some really weird shit I ain't never run
inta b'fore. He can identify us. That whole "I see dead people" thing? Yeah. He
can jus look at ya an know if yer dead. An I didn' hafta teach 'im how ta use
what I give 'im. I think someone's been slippin 'im some shit... but ta keep it
up an fer 'im ta be completely loyal ta me... 'at jus don' make no sense.
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Okay, then we'll have
to go by what we find on them and anything on the tapes to figure out who they
are and why they might vanish, I guess. Which one of you needs my help? At least
right now. Or both, but I think I can only be in one place at once."
Celest Aston: She gets a glimer of an idea. "Well
Nikos, one of these..." she waves a hand to the bodies. "Is going to look like
they were beaten in a Gang jump. Another is going to have their place
burglarized......and they just happened to be there when it happened. That
should work for the other two."
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He scowls at Sady's response, still
half-listening to Celest and Nikos. "Oh, fuckin' beautiful. Met a few of them
before."
Nikos Ellingsworth: "Okay. So. We have a
plan? People here know how to clean all this up? The floor? What about the gun?
I guess we have to spin that somehow?"
Celest Aston: "Yeah the people who work here know
how to clean thing us. No problem. And yes we have a plan. The two cars of the
ones going to Mexico are going to the chop shop if they have them. Sady is
getting rid of those bodies, if you want to help her out you can. I am going to
take two of them and twist how they got beaten up. And I will do that with the
help of one of my ghouls. Now all we have to do is pick which one for which."
Sady [last night]: ~She looks over to
Nikos and grunts~ I'll be a'ight. Jus demp whatever in tha backa my car. Can
take carea it after I drop off tha evidence ta tha club. ~Then a scowl over at
Marcel~ Few a what?
Nikos Ellingsworth: "That might be good
with tapes and bouncers as a place to start. Cell phones. See how many people
are on them, maybe? If any have many of the same numbers?"
Sady [last night]: ((Shit. BRB, crashing))
Celest Aston: She will move over and start to
checking the cell phone and number called and the like. See what she can come up
with. "We should start moving the bodies out of here."
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Dhampirs, is what they're fuckin' called. When a
fuckin' Thin Blood gets pregnant."
Nikos Ellingsworth: He nods and walks over
to one of the bodies. And then looks at it. Handling dead people is new.
Sady [last night]: ~She looks at the
others, then moves over to the male body near Marcel, scooping him up with
another scowl~ Dhampirs? Fuck. Then.... he ain't mortal ta start with.... so ya
think he's playin me?
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Well, they still make good ghouls. Just watch 'im
a bit closer, you get me?" He turns his attention to Nikos, watching him as he
pulls out a cigar and lights it.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Hell, most of 'em don't know what they are,
'till they stop agin'."
Celest Aston: She listens to Marcel and Sady eyes
them a moment before attempting to figure out things with phones and ID's and
keys and the like. Keeping things seperate.
Sady [last night]: Want me ta bring 'is
mother in? He told me she was 'round somewhere. S'posed ta set up a meetin but
he ain't been able ta find 'er. She mighta bolted if she found out he's workin
fer me. ~She drags the body over to the bar, and asks for a trash bag~
Nikos Ellingsworth: After a minute of
watching Celest, he starts mimicing her, taking things from his body and setting
them down to look at. He hesitates on the wallet, but leaves it closed, laying
it with everything else.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
Celest finds that two of the people actually do
seem to know each other and have their numbers in each other's phones.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Probably a good idea," he says with a nod to
Sady. "Best find out what we can about 'er."
Celest Aston: She grins. "These two, might enjoy the
trip to Mexica.....they know each other." she smiles. "The other two.....when my
ghoul get's here we will take care of."
Sady [last night]: ~She nods, taking the
trash bag and wrapping it around the upper portion of the body, and ties it off.
Then a second bag, which his legs get stuffed into, and it gets secured up
around his waist. The less blood smears in her trunk, the better~ A'ight. I'll
see what I can do. He should be stoppin by t'morrow night.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Cool." He nods a little bit to Celest, and then
to Sady as well. The Tears staff have set to cleaning up the messes on the
floor.
Nikos Ellingsworth: [Sorry. Wireless =
evil]
Sady [last night]: ((~Shudders~ My
sympathies ~pets~))
Celest Aston: Once Celest's ghoul get's there with
his car she will with his help take the two bodies on her "to do list" and help
get them out to her car. Letting everyone else know she will let them know if
she has any problem or not. And that she will see them later.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He nods and lets Celest go, then looks back to
Nikos. The cigar is plucked from his lips and he exhales a cloud of smoke. "Not
bad, Nik. Not bad at all."
Sady [last night]: ~She nods to Celest and
gives her a smile~ Call me later, a'ight? ~She carries the first of the bodies
out the back door to her car~
Celest Aston: ((*Hugs* thank you all for the scene
*S* was fun and interesting for clean up duty))
Nikos Ellingsworth: He gives Marcel a tense
smile. "Yeah. Thanks." But he does relax a little at that.
Nikos Ellingsworth: [Yes. It was fun.
*hugs*]
Sady [last night]: ((~hugs n bounces~
Yar!))
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"You didn't have all the right answers, but you
asked the right fuckin' questions. That's what counts."
Nikos Ellingsworth: He nods. "Point taken."
Sady [last night]: ~She comes back in to
bag up the second body, nodding over Nikos~ Gotta smart kid there, boss.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
He smirks a bit to Sady. "Careful. Gonna give him
a big head."
Sady [last night]: ~She grins~ Well then
he'll fit right in, won'e? Ya wanna do this shit with Yu? If not I can just dump
'em off at 'er office an tell 'er ta call you.
Marcel Rolando Romer:
"Yeah go ahead an' do that," he says with a nod.
"That'll give 'er an idea of how serious we're takin' things."
Sady [last night]: ~She nods~ A'ight.
Gimme a call if ya need anything later. I'mma duck out an go pay someone a visit
unnerground.
Nikos Ellingsworth: [Wrap?]
Marcel Rolando Romer:
((Yeah, this is a good fade point. Thanks for the
scene, guys!))