The City Of Angels, World of Darkness (R)

[Hokori Kuchiki]

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Thunder rolled across the sky, lightning flashed. Rain fell across the city of angels. In an alley at half past two am. Two figures were in an alley way, one was lying on the ground. He had multiple gunshot wounds in his chest. Yet they really did not bleed, he was coughing. His leather brown trench coat was caked in mud and red streaks. The shirt and tie underneath it as well, he coughed but did not rise. He looked up wide eyed and in fear of the man standing over him. "Lord Calloway, I swear. I did not take the Music Box from your home. I would never..." There was another gunshot and another hole in the man on the ground. A cruel smile played on the lips of the man standing there. "Oh Philip, I know it wasn't you who took my music box, only had a hand to play in taking in. You know that it was foolish to even aid someone in the theft from the prince of Los Angelas."

Philips eyes hardened, his incisors elongated and he hissed in fear and frustration, "You are not a prince, you're nothing more than a man who feeds off the chaos and war of the kindred of this city. One day soon, someone'l--" His speech was cut off as one last bullet was put into his skull. The body began to dissolve into ash, slowly until there was nothing left but a pile being spread thin by the wind and rain. The prince holstered his gun, and whistled. A hulking man seemingly walked out of the very shadows, seven feet tall and almost three hundred and fifty pounds. His crew cut and black eyes radiated something feral and uncaring. "You seem to have that handled, would you like to go home now, your eminence?" The Man in the black suit scoffed, "David, David, David, Go to the Snake pit and get my music box back, you have till dawn. And tell Lyle that I have a need of him, he should be in the detective's office as usual. Send him to my Haven." The Man walked to the end of the alley and got into a short black limo, classy appearance. But it only clouded what was truly important to the man inside.

The city of angels was Mark Calloway's, before anything were to happen to his kingdom he'd burn this city to the ground. This was his city, and they would give his prize back to him, they had no idea what its true worth was. He would destroy all that proved useful or decided to disobey his rules and laws. That was the law of his city. The city of Los Angeles, his city of Anarchy and chaos. He would rule this city forever. The limo drove to the uptown portion of the city as the large man disappeared into the shadows once more. Across town on the outskirts, a Greyhound stopped off at a biker club, uncommon, almost unheard of. Yet a girl with white hair and red eyes stepped off the bus. Her life as a kindred of Los Angeles had begun, it was a dangerous road. Yet she had an ally, a note in her pocket 'meet me at the snake pit, I must show you the rules and laws of this city if you are to survive, Yours in eternity Kathleen Sable.' The grubby dive bar before her was a biker bar with certainly no class on the outside. But over the entrance read "The Snake Pit!" in big red neon. What would she do now that her journey had begun.

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia hadn't originally wanted to meet Kathleen and much rather learn the rules and laws her own but she figured now would be the time to make friends. "Friends, what an absurd thing, you are Llusia the white demon, you do not need friends, you do not need anyone but me" a mirror image of herself appeared leaning on her shoulder kissing her neck "I do not need this right now, just leave me alone. You know you aren't real just stop it already" the mirror image wore a devilish smile "What ever you say my dearest, till later" she licked her neck before vanishing from her vision. She can't remember when she started seeing this version of herself, sometimes she thought it was her inner lust but other times the girl almost seemed to real to be fake. Of course it was all in her mind and none of it was real, but still it was scary sometimes. The girl sometimes goated her into doing things she regrets but that was then and this was now. A new start in a new town with new people, a place for her to finally find a home to settle down in. She entered the noisy bar and got a couple of glances, but other wise no one noticed the girl in her hooded overcoat. She took a seat down at a table and got water before looking up and looking for any sign of Kathleen.

[Hokori Kuchiki]

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{This is on the jukebox as you walked in.}

The bar was noisy and crowded, and Llusia would notice that there was an extreme shortage of humans in this bar. Her inner beast, the beast that inhabited all vampires, could detect the beasts of all of the beasts of the fellow kindred in the bar. Grabbing a table was a little difficult as most were already occupied. But being served water as a vampire was something that was really odd. The bartender, she would notice was human. But he had a look in his eyes that spoke that he knew what was going on, he paid no attention to her request for water other than to fill a glass and hand it to her. As she sat down she'd notice there was a loud shouting match going on between three of the patrons. Two men and a woman. The shorter of the two men was lean with brown hair and brown eyes. He stood only five foot one, but he was baring his chest to the other one. What really made him stand out was the fact he was wearing a kilt. That was right, a Scottish kilt.

He was arguing with a man who was around five foot eight with dirty blonde spikes, He had tattoos and was wearing a white beater. He had a look of smugness on his face, and the women behind the taller male was blonde haired and scrappy, looking as if she was someone of a red neck Bonnie and Clyde character. There was no difficulty in hearing the three. Llusia could watch the scene if she wanted to, but either way she was going to hear it. "What's there to be scared about Becky, Scrummy is just a Lucky Charms wanna be if you ask me." The blonde smacked the guy, "Dammit Colt You're such an idiot." The first guy in the kilt apparently scrummy, waited till Colt turned to look at Becky then kicked upward and aimed a swift kick towards Colt's family jewels. There was a yell and a thunk, Colt landed on his knees, which was then punctuated by Scrummy headbutting Colt in the face and when he fell kicking him repeatedly. "YOU WANT SOME OF THIS LUCKY CHARM YOU BLONDE HAIRED RAT BASTARD!?!?!" Behind scrummy, Becky had snuck up behind him and hit him over the head with a empty beer bottle. Which knocked Scrummy to the floor. "What the hell was that for!?" Becky looked down at colt who was already healing his bruises, down came her foot straight on his nose. there was a crunch sound as his nose broke. her voice became all high pitched and sing song, "Love you baby!" And she walked to the bar.

There was a small crowd of other vampires laughing in the corner at the whole scene Loud enough to be heard by Llusia easily, but one of them was bigger than the rest, He was six foot seven and four hundred pounds easy, no shirt on you could see the rippling muscle. He didn't say anything about the scene, but kept staring around the bar with what was almost a scowl. Llusia had the option to get up and try to socialize with these vampires, or to keep to herself for some more time and wait for Kathleen. But a slight shiver ran over the vampire, as if she was being watched. But only time would tell if she would notice. (This is an option point where you can request a perception roll, I will roll for you and based on your results give you the information accordingly.)

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia looked at the table of vampires and waved them off, cocky fools. She sometimes hated her own race, only being one for 50 years or so. Even still they were pretentious, prideful and on top of that assholes sometimes. She looked at one of the bigger ones, ripped and scanning the room for something, he seemed displeased at everything in the bar. She rolled her eyes and looked around herself looking for this Kathleen girl, when she felt this odd...feeling that she was being watched. Not a creepy feeling just the feeling someone had their eye on her, she moved her head further back into her hood and her face became shadowed from the light. She wanted to get this meeting over with but if Kathleen did not show soon she would leave, she did not like the feeling she was getting from the bar.

[Hokori Kuchiki]

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{play this from the Jukebox!}

"It does take some getting used too, It was unnerving during my first visit to the Snake pit..." Said a voice from right behind her. The voice of obviously feminine and was on the move, from literally out of the shadows materialized a woman. She was clad in a black corset with silver ribbons running up the front, a large belt and skinny jeans as black as midnight. They were immersed in long stiletto boots. She had a black cloak adorning her shoulders and draping around her figure with a hood that shaded part of her face. Ruby lips were visible. Slim white hands pulled back the hood, showing raven hair that was long and braided down one side of her neck. She had a ruby pendant, around her throat and it seemed to be almost pulsing. As if on cue, the bartender came to Llusia's table and poured a goblet of what could only be blood for the lady. She took a few drinks from it and sighed, before starting to speak.

"My apologies Miss Domenech, it was not my intention to keep you waiting. I was held up with another of our clan in the city. You see, while the rank is not official I am the Pricius of the Mehket of this city. What that means Miss Domenech is that I am held responsible for all of our clan in the city. If any break the law, not only will they be punished, but so will I. Therefore You would do well to heed what I am going to tell you, You seem like you could go either way. Which is to say either prove valuable or you won't survive a fortnight in this city. The laws are simple, The Masquerade must be maintained, that is to say keep the existence of our kind a secret. One that is simple, yet absolute. The next is the Right of Progeny, that is to say the right to embrace and create another kindred. Only our City's prince. Lord Calloway can give that right, and he has not bestowed it on anyone in the last decade. The right of Hospitality and Domain, respect those realm's of whom you visit and their territory and do not hunt on it without their permission. Finally, the right of destruction, You have no right to kill other kindred, and until You personally meet Lord Calloway, you must be weary for you are open to being attacked if you offend the wrong person but if you retaliate, he will have you destroyed. Simple brawls at this place are safe. The Gangrel of this bar are easy going and won't report you to Lord Calloway, most of the time. But remember that killing or feeding from your fellow Kindred is not tolerated. If you need a haven to rest at during the day, you have the option of my home..The Snake pit and other places along the strip are known as the rack, they are a public feeding place for kindred, though for you i would suggest drinking straight from the tap."

She pulled out a card, it was an address and her name on it. Kathleen was staring at Llusia for more than a few minutes and abruptly she made one more address to the younger vampire yet this one was actually odd for it was directly into the mind of Llusia, 'My apologies Miss Domenech, but this is something that is better said privately. Keep your other half under control. Those with the Madness of Malkavia running in their blood should never be allowed to bleed around other vampires where they can feed on the blood less the virus of insanity spread. Know that if you willingly infect others, I will be forced to destroy you.' With that Kathleen inclined her head before finishing her goblet and stood up, she seemed to fade into shadows once again and disappeared. During that exchange, Llusia would have felt it, her beast's fear. The fear of meeting another Kindred whose blood was obviously stronger than hers. But now she had a choice, she could try to find someone to talk to to find out more about the city of Los Angeles. It seemed like a dangerous place, and Intel could always be helpful. Or she could just leave.

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia felt abit shaken from the incounter of a strong vampire such as Kathleen but she held it together. She thought about her words, how was it possible that Kathleen knew of her blood...was it obvious? "She seemed like a fun person dont you think Sia? Seems like we could stur up a lot of trouble" her twin laughed and appeared next to her again kissing her neck "Go the hell away already, I already said i dont need your shit so just drop it" she whispered to herself. The apparition frowned and bit her, making her feel the pain but it was all in her head, as was the blood her twin was sucking from her. It did however make her aroused and she quickly stopped the mirror image from her mind by thinking of ripping her head off and the ghost disappeared. She was breathing hard and she got up from the table looking for someone to talk to so she didn't have to be alone with herself again.

[Marcelius]

The Snake Pit, the Go-To locale on Los Angeles’ famous Supernatural Strip, the Rack. Many would consider it the place to be. An exciting bar with good food and good company. Well...depending on the food and company you like to keep. Though you will not see this particular watering hole listed anywhere in Human reviews; for those of a darker breed, it’s name carries some significant weight. Like in all cities, of all societies...newcomers will always need a place to stay and become familiar. Not only with their new residency, but also with the previous tenants and lords whom they will be joining. After all, strangers never thrive. But let us return to that idea, in just a moment.

For right now, something interesting was taking place. Off to the far back of the bar, where little light or attention ever really shown. A real “Nosferatu Nook” if you will. A pair of silhouetted gentlemen were having a very pleasant conversation; while a third featureless soul, seemed to be placing something down. The three of them stood upon a slightly elevated section of floor, made from polished hardwoods that bore very few scuffs. Indeed, this was an unused section of the tavern. After a few minutes, the once hidden area would become washed in various hues of colored lights. Very dim, nothing too shocking...wouldn’t want the crowd to shriek “Sun” now would we? With the corner no longer a creeping place for the Mehket to materialize, one of the previous figures now stepped forward into the glow. The jukebox stopped, the room went musically silent. And then…

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{The Song}

(OoC: Couldn't resist...#AllOfMyLols)

That is right! Karaoke, bitches! It is the one universal that brings us all together...or tears us terribly apart. Again, all depends on the crowd. Either way, there was very little reason for this crowd to not savor the performance. This guy could dance, and he could entertain. Working his hips in ways that women crave and men find depraved. Eeh, most men. he had the confidence that others didn’t, and that was the point. Like Elvis...or Jim Morrison, except more beautiful. Oh yea, even in the dim and washing light of the various colored lamps, this guys features still shown through. He wasn’t handsome or good looking, the dude was literally unbelievably attractive. Hell! With such looks there might be debate about his gender! Luckily, what it means to be wholly attractive, means that every detail must be pleasing and perfected. So even his voice had to fit the role perfectly; which means baritone and deep vibration. Did this make him a great singer...almost definitely not. Maybe he was good, but it was not a guarantee.

BUT! That Is the charm ok karaoke...even the untalented can put on a good show and have a great time. And if there is anything to define this individual, it is charm. The way he gestured to the crowd with his hands, as if inviting them to enjoy the celebration of good times. The way his eyes glanced from person to person, letting each of them know that he loved the way they looked...that they each meant something to him and the performance. Because that is how true charisma works. it doesn’t just increase a person’s appeal to the crowd, it draws them in...it includes them. It wasn’t just this sexy devil having a blast up there, it was all of them. They were as much a part of the performance as their entertainer. His excitement and courage, became theirs. No one could deny such feelings of fun and power, everyone get swept away in such tides of enthusiasm! Plus...there is liquor and blood being served, so inhibitions were less of factor.

Such is the power and the Majesty(puns!) of a Deava. Such was their lot and role in life...or rather, unlife. By the end of the stirring display, the happy soul would pass on his mic to the next lucky participant. With a generous smile, so warm that even the chill of a corpse could be rosed(gotta love the puns!) he’d share his willingness to sing and be jovial with another. They would take his place on stage, and this bar would have itself a merry time. Until dawn, at least. Having stepped away from the stage, shouting out hellos and thanks yous to those in the crowd who played along with him, he’d catch a glimpse of the lonely hood in the corner. It’s hard to tell if a hidden face joined along for the singing. So how else would he know whether or not to thank her for joining in and ask if she had a good time, than by carousing on over with a couple of drinks...and asking her face to poorly lighted face?! Oh...wait, that is EXACTLY what he would have to do. So, stopping by the bar, grabbed whatever drinks were within his newcomers budget. Maybe tonight his luck was on the upswing, and someone would find it nice to offer to buy him a drink? If so, he’d kindly accept and pay in the typical flattering and courtesies that were expected...before slipping away with the beverage to go join the quiet corner. One way or another, he would have himself a glass in hand...ready to present.

”Well, good evening…” Taking a moment to confirm, glancing as best he could under that drawn hood. ”Miss, I was wondering if you might need a refresher on your drink? Or...if you were even awake back here in your corner of the world.” Nice play off, making it seem as though he were concerned if she were awake instead of a girl. Not to mention, the effort made to reassure her that this area was hers...and that he was only a visitor to her isolated domain. That instills power into the other person, makes them know they can speak with confidence. A great icebreaker for the shy-er targets. Then again, as far as he knew, this was her part of the world. She could be a regular in this establishment, someone whom everyone knows...and possibly likes. Being fresh off the bus himself, he had to endeavor to bow to the locals who had both the knowledge and standing in this area, that he craved. Thats how he approaches making new friends; his necessity. Once again...strangers never thrive. At such a distance it was much easier to make out the rest of his characteristics.

A slim fellow. The type to finish fights with his smile, not his bite. With a face more likely to have been sculpted than born, and eyes that shimmered the same haunting blue as moonlit clouds. His dark hair was a striking contrast to his creamy skin, but neither were flawed. No split ends, nor any blemishes. Perks of undeath, one could boast. As for his style of hair and clothes, they remained in sync.. With the follicles around his ears and neck kept neat and short, the top layers were a bit longer and perfectly gelled to the side. Really business, junior congressman feel. His chin was kept clean shaven and smooth, again, selling the professional look. As for his attire, it was a casual suit. dark gray in color and fitted to his form. Nothing too high class, this was a suit meant for after hour classiness...not boardroom delegations. With a black shirt beneath, no sign of a tie...he was clearly on his own personal time. Damn, it would be hard to believe he just blew into town with such an established getup like that! ”Mind if I join you…” Voice, soft. Tone, mysterious. Sex appeal, “Bow-Chicka-Wow-Woooow".

(OoC: Not gunna lie, this was fun as fuck to write! XD )

[Llusia Domenech]

She looked up from her hood suddenly back to reality and she just couldn't deal anymore. She got up and walked over to the other side, downing the blood and then licking her lips "Ill pay for that later, but right now..." she crawled into the booth and grabbed his face "I want you" she couldn't hold back anymore, not after what the apparition did to her. She pulled the mans face forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, putting her hand on the back of his head and kissed him passionately. She kissed him for a couple of minutes before pulling back "Thanks I needed that, now what's your name handsome" she was inches from his mouth and she looked into his eyes with her bright red eyes. She took her hand and slid back her hood letting him see her and she had somehow wrapped her legs around his waist in the booth and her arms around his neck.

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Miho was a creature of the night. She was also a creature of habit. The vampiress always made a point to get her fists nice and bruised. By no means was she a delicate flower. Oh no. Miho Shoga had better things to do. Primping and prepping like a princess just wasn't on her list at all! Fighting and brawling was in her vicious Gangrel blood and it gave a high that only made the dark haired menace want to do it more and more. Gangrels were mostly associated with being warriors and boy, oh boy, was Miho a prime example of a little warrior goddess of the night. On this particular night, she was itching for trouble and then she thought... why not The Snake Pit? The perfect place to get her blood running a little darker and a little faster. So, she made her way to the rat hole of a bar.

Dressed to kill was a understatement with this one. Leather was her favorite thing to wear and she donned it like armor. Tonight though, she was in a particularly good mood... so she wore the leather jacket that had no bloodstains on it. It was tight and clung to her pale skin in the same way her washed out jeans did. Inside her jacket, she wore a white v-necked shirt. Finally, knee high, black leather boots that probably did have blood on the heels.. Hey, she was far from perfect. Why did everything need to be shiny and new? Miho could careless about a little bloodstain and other trivial details. Her hair was sleek, dark as the night. It framed her face messily, as if she'd just gotten out of a scuffle or two... which would be pretty normal for someone like her.

When she arrived at the Snake Pit, she got anxious. Scarlet eyes lit up as she looked up at the neon sign and then the door. She walked in ready to take everything and everyone in there on. Miho was quiet. For someone who boasted so confidently about her strength, she'd take a moment to slither around like a ...heh, snake. Standing off to the corner of the door, she began to look around. She could spot some fellow Gangrel and before she could get more of a look of tonight's victims...

Ah... Girl look at that body... Ah... Girl look at that body..

Scarlet irises were instantly drawn to the source of those grating vocals. Ooh~ This particular individual made the mistake of catching the hellion's attention. Hm.. she needed a nice entrance to let her Gangrel bretheren know that Miho fuckin' Shoga was in the Pit tonight. What better way than to start some trouble? So, she'd take to singing man like a predator would to its prey. Her heels lowly clicked at the wooden floor as she took graceful steps, drifting over to the tall bar. She grinned deviously as she watched him, continuing to sing that ridiculous song. Upon further speculation, She stalked down the tall bar table, sliding her hand along the edge, grabbing a drink that obviously wasn't meant for her as she moved. She knew what she was going to do... but finding the right thing to do it was her little dillema. Still, cause chaos sober? Fuck that!!

Miho downed the glass instantly and slammed the glass down hard on tall bar table. Leaning against the table with an air of confidence, she exhaled as the warming sensation of the liquid trickled down her throat. She heard a man exclaim "That's my drink!" from down the table and she looked at him and simply winked, knowing full well she was in the wrong and that she didn't give a shit. What was he gonna do to a girl with a face like her's? She knew she was fairly attractive and had absolutely no shame in using it to her advantage. Having that particular trait in a bar just got you a free pass to.. well.. a lot of things. And, if he chose to do something, she'd bash his face in.. .but first, she had to take care of her little Karaoke Queen of the night.

How was she going to carry out her plan? Hm. She'd throw a glass at him but that's such a waste of her strength. Miho needed something that would make others know that she was not to be trifled with and that she was after trouble like a bloodhound. Suddenly, she saw it. Or, him, from the corner of her eye. She turned and when she caught a better look, her eyes glittered mischievously and a wolfish grin tugged at her deep crimson lips. She just solved her dillemma. The brunette in the kilt. She could hear him all the way over from where she was "YOU WANT SOME OF THIS LUCKY CHARM YOU BLONDE HAIRED RAT BASTARD!?!?!" Oh boy, was he sweet and dear. He was a perfect weapon of choice.

With the she-devil's mind made up, she moved swiftly over to the 'Lucky Charms'-wanna be. Sharp nails against his skin would be the first thing he felt as Miho grabbed the short kilt man. She then proceeded to lift the man up above her head. He looked like a turtle flipped onto its back; completely helpless and unprepared for what she was about to do. Her sights were set at the princely man who was locking lips with a very pretty girl. Actually, they both looked good and she had to admit.. even from the back her Pansy of a Karaoke Queen looked ridiculously attractive...but that was only half of it. It meant nothing if you saw the face. Not that it mattered, with what she was about to do, that money maker of his just might take a crash. A real one. She hurled the kilt man straight at him with ferocious strength.

Miho knew what she was doing and smiled eagerly, knowing full well that she made a big 'no-no' to others.. that weren't gangrel. She clicked her tongue, making a mocking pout as she approached the pair, now taking much louder steps, drawing a lot of attention to herself. "Oopsies..Heh" she said flatly, addressing both the girl with snow white hair and the raven haired man. She stopped, shoving her hands into her back pockets, her hips moved as she shifted her weight to one leg. The corners of her red lips curled venomously at them. "Well, children, what do we have here?" she greeted them eerily. Locking lips in a bar? They were in the Snake Pit; a place where brawls occurred regularly. Maybe she got two birds with one stone.. that happened to wear a kilt she wouldn't mind taking..

"This is a bad pit for such a pretty face..."

[Hokori Kuchiki]

There was an abrupt "WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!" as Scrummy was suddenly lifted off his feet and thrown at the unsuspecting Daeva. He was just in the middle of his so-called Karaoke, when a short guy wearing a kilt was suddenly thrown at the guy on the slight high rise. It was unexpected really, and yet it wasn't. As three bottles collided with Scrummy as he impacted with the raven haired man. Both were knocked to the ground with Scrummy jumping straight up and screaming out "WHO THE FUCK IS THE DEAD MAN!?" Without missing a beat, Colt Davis stood up and laughed at the Gangrel, "Quit being a little bitch about it. Jeez..." Scrummy charged Colt, though this time things were a little bit different. As soon as scrummy was within range, there was a crack of bones and the sound of flesh connecting with flesh as Colt drilled scrummy straight in his nose. Scrummy flew back into pool table and causes it to crack and fracture, glass shattering as scrummy slumped to the floor knocked unconscious. Colt burst into laughter until the largest man in the bar wearing a metallica t-shirt, grabbed him by his neck and literally threw him through the sidewall of the snake pit. Sydney had made a mistake of assuming the snake pit was a high class bar, being new in town, he wouldn't know that this was literally the dive bar, the gangrel bar.

Llusia alone of the three would have noticed there was a buzz and some static as a smaller woman, scooped up the mic off the ground. "Heh, idiot..." She walked up and with elegant grace jumped straight onto the bar, at that point Miho and Sydney would notice her, up until now they hadn't noticed her despite her appearance. "Now that the priss has been taken care of, how about we have something a bit more... us... Because none of that high class bullshit flies here... Am I right fellas?" Someone kicked the jukebox, and the music kicked on, and with it the woman with platinum blonde hair began to sing.

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{This is her singing and her general appearance go ahead and watch it for kicks.}

It was, captivating to say the least. She strutted the box, walking straight over shots of alcohol and blood. Even kicking a bottle or two right off the bar, but it was more than that. With every word, with every syllable she seemed to enthrall the snake pit. Because while it was clear she was too beautiful to be a Gangrel, she was definitely something dark. Something fitting for the snake pit, though maybe it was something more than that. No one could be sure, but the one clear thing was this. All the vampires in the bar were attracted to this woman while she was singing and swaying her hips and arms. Miho, Sydney, and even Agent were all enthralled as soon as they looked at her. Even that tall one in the metallica t-shirt was smiling in a way that probably wasn't helpful in the least. The only one that wasn't all that interested was Becky Davis. Who had disappeared, possibly to go dig Colt out of the wall rubble and kick his ass. Once her song finished, she hopped down from the bar and ordered a drink. Ignoring most of those who hit on her, and going about her night like nothing had happened. Miho Sydney and Llusia all had options now, they could continue to converse with each other, split up and converse with the other Kindred, or leave the bar. It was up to them.

[Marcelius]

”The name is Sydney…” Damn, that voice was some velvety shit. As smoothly as it rolled of his tongue, so did he drop into his seat. There was a grace to the fall, much like an angel from heaven. Ah, but that was just his training with dance and balance, nothing more. Certainly nothing heavenly. Nope, this cool cat was quite the opposite infact. After all, a pub full of Vampires and Gangrels...this was a place reserved for devils. Now, what would have followed would have been a calm, calculated breakdown of his gracious companion. e would learn of her, and befriend her. The same he had done a million times before.

What was the real objective to all of this? Newcomer insecurity? Homesickness sadness? None but Sydney could say, and certainly, he wasn’t going to tell. Hah, how carefully he planned out his approach and conversation material. Just like any politician, he knew exactly how his talk with this hooded stranger was going to go...as well as where. But what he had not considered, was the tremendous impact he had already made! Before he could even begin his pre-recorded spiel, he was greeted by a swift acceptance of his company. All of his company! Shit, even his tongue’s company! All he saw in the blur of her advances were flashing red irises, that ghostly white skin...and an Irishman’s potato head being hurtled towards him.

Crash, boom, #NotTheFace...it was over in a moment. There was no chance of escape, and little time for him to even brace himself. It was so quick, and his reflexes were simply not accustomed to a flying Gangrel assault. At some point during the crashing of bodies and the breaking of tables, some of his senses were knocked about. By the time they three-person pile of Sydney, the yet named mystery girl, and Mr Marshmallows had concluded, the Deava was nothing more than bottom man in the tangle. Remaining still, trying to determine what all had been broken; Sydney chose to suffer under the rustling and moving of his two pilemates. Once they managed to wiggle and toss themselves back to their feets, he would do his best to rise as well. it would have to be this way, as he was in no sort of shape -pre or post injuries- to lift the both of them off.

If all went well and good, then he would be spared any bruise or cut on his money maker. And before we jump to conclusions, his “money maker” is all of his body. The suit too. Sitting upright, pretty much hating life...he tried to recall what was happening before he got a face full of Irish pride. Which by the way, nightmares were sure to occupy his future. What he could remember was that chick about to kiss him. It was surprising, but honestly, he was a Daeva. Not only was such a reaction expected...it was damn near unavoidable. it would seem that someone else had a mind to prevent something like that from happening...that must be it. (Because it obviously was not the performance he put on...that was killer.) so who then, would desire such a thing?! That’s when he spotted a girl more beast than beauty *cough*Miho*cough*. Not only was she staring straight into their corner...she was also yelling, and laughing. Was this typical Gangrel enthusiasm...or a Pitcher’s Pride? He knew he would have to say something to that one. To tell her off. However, such blatant suicide would have to wait! There was a damsel in distress!

Now, it certainly wasn't the most charitable thing he did that evening...(As well all know, that Karaoke was a much needed sacrifice for the sake of fellowship and fun.) but he did offered the nameless romantic, a helping hand. Speaking through groans of aching muscles and damaged pride…”Come on then...it’s never safe to lay on your back with Gangrels around.” The both of them making it back to their feet with each other’s help...or not...whatever, ”Not to be crude love, but I think the fireworks I saw...were a concussion…” There was plenty of humor in his tone. An enthusiastic effort to help her laugh off the battering ham that had been hurled at them. Hopefully she would be willing and able to speak, despite all the roughhousing. Sadly, what she had to say would most likely go unheard.

For reaching up across the room, came a most beautiful of voices. It tore through the crowd of ruffians like a clever. Each was opened up, like fresh meat...with everything inside exposed. That...that is the true power of music and song. It can soothe even a gaggle of Gangrels, by exposing something sincere within. Where he had sung for fun, this lady sang with purpose. Such a shame...that even though he could see through the gimmick...he was not immune to it. Being a Daeva, means you know what true manipulation is. Ha! But that doesn’t make you any less susceptible! if anything, it shames you into loving it more. Composure failed him, and even with a perfectly gorgeous lady next to him...he couldn’t resist, ”God damn…” With eyes shot forward to the stage, mouth agape...ti wasn’t hard to see what the blasphemy was about.

[Llusia Domenech]

Llusia laughed and pushed the vampire back into the booth "Dont worry. these fireworks are going to be even better" she was now fully lustful, that women had done something to make her even more flustered then she was before. She quickly moved and grabbed his head pulling him into a deep kiss, she probed his mouth with her tongue and played with his. after a couple of minutes she pulled away and looked at the girl who had thrown the man at them "One sec handsome, I want to do something" she patted his chest and got out of the both, putting her hand on the black haired girl and pulling her into a kiss, giving her the same treatment as she did to the guy earlier, playing with her tongue "If you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask, beautiful" she let go and winked before going back to the booth and kissing the guy again, a short kiss. Then sat back and exhaled "Fun first day in town, wouldn't you say?" she looked at the two and was in absolute bliss with her lust quenched.

Her mirror image appeared in front of her "You really such a whore, i hope you know that Llusia. A monster whore who has no regards for her body but to have sex with everyone. A little slut, who no one will love and everyone will use. You're like a door knob, everyone gets a turn. Sorry to say it but if you were alive you have a sex disease, you're Filthy. Little. Whore" the mirror image laughed, but Llusia was uneffected and simply sat holding the hand of the male Vampire and winking at the female vamp who had thrown a midget at them.

[Hokori Kuchiki]

Post Bump: @miho