The Journey's of an Urban-Lyon

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The Journey's of an Urban-Lyon Nov 25, 2014 2:04:14 GMT Badgerman likes this

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Post by Leelee on Nov 25, 2014 2:04:14 GMT

[[AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am posting this because I want to keep a record of everything that this particular character does both positive and negative. ^_^ If it is noticed then yay! If not? Meh...doesn't really bother me that much at all. Adult content will be blurred over with censorship and consideration with a brief flashback of what happened with who. That's about it. ^_^ Enjoy!]]

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(18:58:30 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL:

They sat that a happy ending can't come in the beginning of a story. But then, what if there aren't any happy endings at all? Does anything really end? Hi! My name is Lena. These are of course my thoughts and you can't actually hear them but I like to pretend that someone can....Yeeeaaahh...because that didn't sound creepy or psychotic at all. ...Anyway... I just moved here. I rented out a flat. (I still can't believe that's what they call apartments here!). So far so good. This isn't really my first trip to England bt it is my first to Birmingham. Last time I was in the area there were plenty of rumors and stories by locals to tweak the hell out of my fancy. Nosferatu and werewolves, ancient curses and of course everyone loves a good ghost story. I guess that's what brought me back. This time of course I came prepared and will record them all. I mean what's wrong with a little field work inspiration for the next upcoming game? People want them to be relateable. That's right I said game. Shush...no I'm not telling you which one. That's cheating! ....at least it would be if this wasn't a monologue in my head. I really-REALLY need to start writing this down.

“Oookkay then...”

Paper and stapler in hand, Lena started what she could actually call a semi-epic journey with the flyers that had yet to be distributed through the nearby areas. There wasn't really much to the messages she had so lovingly created with the whole ten minutes she had spare after lunch. It was about as simple as they came.

[-WANTED- Escort for the week. Will pay $$$ for accepted candidate. Flexible schedule. Must be open minded and available for weird hours. -UrbanLyon@xaviers.org- XXX-XXX-3795 -]

It had her cell number and her e-ail but wasn't really all that detailed otherwise and that was the part that really kept things interesting. Wistfully she blew her ebony bangs from her eyes and drew her hood up on the Nightmare before Christmas Hoodie that was strategically hidden under her coat. Winter may not be as cold as she felt it was back home, but it was still nippy. Blowing out a steamy chilled breath, she smiled to herself and continued on her journey one flyer at a time. Someone eventually would call and if they didn't? Well it was their loss really. If knocking someone up over here meant to call on them again, then surely to escort meant to show around. Logic....she's doing it wrong.

”Now where was that----”

There was a slight pause as she gazed at an odd looking club as her train of thought...loud thought was conveniently derailed. Shaking her head she pondered the chances of anyone seeing her message to begin with and crouched to slide one of her flyers under the door the best she could. If they stepped on it then they would have to look at it. When it came to marketing, she wasn't that bad as long as it was social media advertising. Most door to door deliveries were out of her normal range and she knew it. Heck, she would be the first to admit it. Walking around handing out flyers wasn't exactly her first choice ...but....the internet didn't get hooked up until tomorrow and that would make this a necessary evil to deal with. Without giving the place a second thought, Lena moved on to her next victim...an empty cork board full of other flyers. Some adds were old and some were semi-worn from the weather and one or two were new. Pressing the stapler to the paper and facing the board she waited for the distinctive click of it securing itself, before moving on. This process really was going t go on for a while.

(18:59:22 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL:
Some time later...

Now there were a few things that could happen at this point. The first was that she could go home after an hour or so of handing out her flyers and looking for text messages that would never-ever come. A watched cell never texts. ...Any-who. Or she could take some time and see what all there was to do with what remained of her day/night...whatever. Sometimes there is no excuse and other times there is just that foolish whim to do something childish and fun just to see how people react. Heading towards what sort of looked like a good place to be, Lena grinned as a wild thought sparked her interest.

"Humn.....”

Now she had an idea. It was a wonderful idea. Well, okay maybe not but it would amuse her for a while. Humming the tune 'do you wanna build a snowman' to herself, she crouched down beside a building and started molding mini snowmen out of what snow had fallen. Each one looked ridiculous and a little like Olaf without the nose of course. They wobbled and fell over and looked a mess. Had she found enough space she would have done bigger projects but for now she was procrastinating. Making light of of an absolutely silly situation. The problem with most people was that they took life far too seriously. Lena didn't of course. She took her job seriously and her personal life when she had anything that looked like a social life but escapism and imagination walked hand in hand and that was why she was here really. Sometimes the best way to find inspiration was to think outside of the proverbial box. Or in this case outside of her country. Was it bad that she was a bit eccentric? As far as Lena was concerned, if you didn't have a god sense of humor you were better off dead....unless you were already dead..then she really didn't know where that classification fell. Once again her mind was wandering without the rest of her common sense that was already screaming that when she tried to stand up straight, that she would fall right over because her legs would be stiff and half asleep from crouching in the first place. As she stood she stumbled slightly forward and had to balance for a moment while her legs tingled all the way up to her butt. Wobbly, she refused to move while the circulation.

”Oooowwwee...”

A groan escaped her ruby lips as she looked at the wall embarrassed and yet grateful that no one had seen her....well okay maybe no one who mattered. It was an awkward position to be in, luckily enough though she was in warm clothing and started to feel that all too familiar pain of the circulation returning to where it needed to be. A shudder ran through her as her eye twitched with another familiar feeling.

”Ohhh crap....gotta pee.”

(20:20:31 )
| cognitio es potestas |

W A R R I C K
| Clan Tremere : Elder |
| Birmingham By Night : Imagine Chat |
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: -Warrick was newly arrived in Birmingham. It was his first visit to the metropolis in five centuries should one be counting. His first evening had been spent exploring and reacquainting himself with Birmingham itself: much of the city had naturally changed in the centuries since his last visit. Anywho...Warrick had decided to peruse some of the more, exotic shops of the area. Rarely...the humans had a tome of actually significance and thus Warrick made his way into the small bookstore.-

(20:43:41 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: Gotta pee!....Gotta pee!...Gotta pee!.... Lena's mind raced with the ever nagging dilemma that was far from nice to deal with. Not much would have an open bathroom but she had already been playing in the store in front of the bookstore so she supposed that was as good as anything else. She had managed to get most of the feeling back in her legs even if they did tingle like crazy and she was still struggling with walking straight. “Owe—owe—owe.” It was on pins and needles that the feeling could be accurately described to anyone who hadn't felt it before. Doubtful...but hey there were first times for everything! The thought of this didn't last very long as she checked first to make sure it was open and opened the door. The soft jangle of the bells tuned her arrival as the teller looked up at her bewildered embarrassed expression. Lena walked as quickly as her feet would carry her over to the counter. Color flared in her pale cheeks. ”Please—need the bathroom??” The look of confusion was enough for her to want to bang her head off the counter for her stupidity and it deemed correcting as soon as possible. “I have to pee. Please!” The man laughed at the obviously uncomfortable situation and it did nothing to help with anything. She wanted to kick him. Kick him right in the shins and pee on his shoes. Yes that sounded like a perfectly logical thing to do. [Shop Teller] “You'll need to buy something first.” Lena rolled her eyes and groaned. Yep...definitely wanted to kick him. Right in the pants after she had kicked him in the shins. It was very plausible at this point. Running her hand through her hair she quickly grabbed a magazine close to the counter, fished out her debit card and waited. She didn't even look at what she was buying and yet at this point she didn't care. ”Then I'll take this. Good enough right?” The teller nodded as he rung up the purchase. It was pretty clear that she had been paying no attention at all to the topic on the cover. As soon as the purchase went through she was pointed off in the direction of the lou and ran for it just in time......the rest was music ...relieve self...wash hands and then at the last minute realize what she had bought and groan with an indignant sound of someone who really did feel like an idiot.

When she came out she felt better...refreshed but ultimately really stupid. She had yet to notice anyone she had passed or anything other than her first really silly purchase of the day. Was it going to be used as Hamster bedding? Well maybe if she actually had one. She looked at the lewd cover of what was clearly a porno magazine and shook her head. “Go figure...that's what I get for building snowmen.”

(20:51:57 )
In His Name I Do Serve

.: And Thus I clothe my Naked Villainy:.
.:With Old Odd Ends Stolen forth from Holy Writ:.
.:And Seem a Saint when most I Play the Devil:.
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: *And what might you ask, what is a Priest of the Holy Vatican doing out in the middle of England, especially in the middle of winter? Why, shopping around the little outdoor market thing they got set up, of course. He did adore sweets, and back home it was all about abstinence, so getting them there was like trying to catch a piece of ass. It just didn’t happen. What, did that surprise you? He was a Priest, but he sure as hell wasn’t dead, not yet anyways. Besides, when you see half of what he has seen, sometimes the only way to blot out the horror is between a set of lovely breasts. After all, you can go a looooooong way without coitus, and as far as he was concerned that was good enough for him. Tail was the last thing on his mind tonight though, he was tired and rough worn, and the highlight of the day so far was the solid dark chocolate he was gnawing on as he walked. He got called in because there were things going on here that, according the Vatican, were…. Of enough notice to call out one of his sect. Few and far between in this modern era, Exorcists were like… Like…. Well there weren’t enough of them to make a proper reference. Of course, with the rise in these new movies more of the younger people were coming into the field, and that meant that he had more time to focus on his passions rather than traveling around the world. He didn’t look forward to his job here, someone apparently was in the clutches of a rather nasty demon, and the reason he was here was to ascertain if it was true or not. If it was, then it would be up to him to expel said demon, and if not then to make sure the person in question got the proper care. After all, speaking one of the dead languages was one thing, but doing it before having projectile blood like vomit was another… He was just… Well a little glad that he didn’t have to wear the habits that some of his brothers did, getting that crap out of some of those cotton blends was impossible, where as with his leather at least it was just a wet wipe. He walked into a near by store, seeing a few different people in it, one of them instantly put him off while the other was just… Meh. She was pretty enough, but he hadn’t been temped that way since he took his last and final vows, so she was safe from him for now. When he came by the counter and saw what she had gotten, oh he couldn’t help himself, and decided a bit of trolling of the local masses was just what he needed. He came up beside her where she could clearly see the white square of his collar, marking him for the church, reaching out to pick up her nudie mag and flipping to the center fold.*”My dear lost lamb, how far have you strayed from the path of Light, to be so familiar with the pictures of the Devils flesh!”*He said so solemly, so firmly, so very… Catholic. He would tuck the magazine under his arm after a moment, and just look at her as though he was going to give her a lecture… A long… involved…. Richly detailed lecture of the sins of the flesh.*

(21:00:37 )
| cognitio es potestas |

W A R R I C K
| Clan Tremere : Elder |
| Birmingham By Night : Imagine Chat |
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to -:: Why so Serious? ::: -Warrick had been scouring an obscure shelf off to the side and back of the store when you affected your entrance. The vampire did not initial divert his attention from his perusing, but when you made your way to the counter and made your little plea to the employee, Warrick afforded you a single glance. He held you in that cerulean gaze for a matter of seconds. Your rather comedic entrance sparked the slightest bit of amusement; a rarity for Warrick. He turned his attention back to the shelf and the books resting there: He removed a particularly ragged leather bound volume from the shelf. Warrick cast his gaze over the tattered tome before thumbing through the first few pages. The vampire turned with the obviously old book in hand and moved in the direction of the counter and you. He held the book underneath his left arm and the sound of the mahogany walking stick that he held in his right hand as it tapped the floor with each step he made echoed throughout the store. Warrick slid the book onto the counter and spoke in that voice which could only be described as regal. "I'LL TAKE THIS ONE." He allowed his gaze to drift to you after speaking to the clerk and to the magazine that you had in hand. He brought that azure gaze to rest on your face.-"Mother nature and selecting reading material don't seem to mix, do they?"-Yes..your urgent entrance had somewhat amused the vampire: his query evidence to that fact. Warrick positioned the ebon walking stick underneath his arm as he drew money from his jacket pocket and gave it to the store clerk to pay for the book. -

(21:10:12 )
| cognitio es potestas |

W A R R I C K
| Clan Tremere : Elder |
| Birmingham By Night : Imagine Chat |
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to In His Name I Do Serve.:: [my apologies. i didn't see your post. -tacks this on-]-You, Warrick had largely ignored. He had noticed the white collar that you sported and even the not so bright would know exactly what you were so, for now he ignored you. He did however hear your comment to the girl to whom he too had directed a less dire comment, and raised a brow at the obviousness of your statement. You having proved yourself an consummate servant of your religion.

(21:12:28 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: For a moment Lena had hoped that her little purchase had been safe and she could just dispose of it later, however that would have just been too easy now wouldn't it? There was both embarrassment as well as that instant urge to pop whatever had taken what she had bought and thwap them on the nose with it. First assessment needed a double take. So she did just that. She eyed the priest or what she could swear was a priest....they did actually walk around like normal people right? Quirking a well curved eyebrow she regarded him as a casual pain in the ass and nothing more. It wasn't so much that he took the magazine or that she even wanted it for that matter...it was that she had already paid for the damn thing and he looked far too close to lecturing her for it of all things. “Now look here Reverend Lovejoy, Snow White had to pee and in order to do so had to purchase something to use the hallowed halls of relief in this store.” Lena had a weee bit of an authority problem. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, she turned to the other man who was purchasing something instead of thinking of further insults to say to the man of the cloth who was just clearly doing what he felt was nessicary. Ugh...holy guys were a royal pain in the...anyway. She moved on from that though to address the question.

Looking over at the older man she had to bite her tonge....Santa Claus looked awefull skinny for this time of year! Maybe it was just the fact that she was getting tired or that she hadn't really eaten or that she had just wasted roughly 5 pounds on a magazine she had absolutely no ...well okay maybe not no interest in but still it was the principle of the topic! “ I don't know, maybe I wanted to read the articles about--” She looked again at the Priest and impulsively reached over to try to peek at the topic on the cover. Her expression grew annoyed as she shok her head defeated. “....yeah no...didn't want t read that either.”

| cognitio es potestas |

W A R R I C K
| Clan Tremere : Elder |
| Birmingham By Night : Imagine Chat |
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to -:: Why so Serious? ::: -Warrick avoided your discourse with the man of the cloth, entirely. Not out of fear mind you. No..Warrick simply had no use for such sheep and as such you would be the sole recipient of his attention for now. He gave another glance to the magazine. He skimmed the various topics written there and then when you spoke, he brought his gaze back to you.-"Probably a wise decision, indeed."-Again, that voice would come forth and sound just as regal as before. The clerk finished bagging the book that he had purchased and handed the bag to Warrick. He took the walking stick from underneath his arm and allowed the bottom of the mahogany stick to tap the ground.-"Well..nonetheless, enjoy your....reading."-With that, Warrick turned and moved towards the door. The tapping sound made when the ebon cane struck the floor sounded almost melodic; each tap a different note in some unknown song.-

(22:11:56 )
In His Name I Do Serve

.: And Thus I clothe my Naked Villainy:.
.:With Old Odd Ends Stolen forth from Holy Writ:.
.:And Seem a Saint when most I Play the Devil:.
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: *Leave it to his thrice fucked luck to end up in a store with something funky, and something kinda cute, and neither of which was he really in the mood for. A piece of ass always settled him after a long flight, but for some reason, taking those last vows and ploughing a pretty field just didn’t mesh as well as they used to. As for the other one, for all appearances he just appeared to be a regular male, old enough to fart baby powder, but seemingly harmless. Still, he had a nasty feeling coming off of this guy, somewhere between the lines of a doctor taking too long on a rectal exam and waking up in a tub of ice. Either way, it wasn’t freaking enjoyable, so he ignored him just as he was being ignored. Besides, the girl was a whole lot funnier to tease, hearing her get her dander up was as much amusement as he had had all year. Now, some Priests would have lectured her on her language, others would have remained calm and impassive. He was no regular priest though, and he was far too damned young to be such a stick in the mud, and so his reply was something unique to him.*”Now now, don’t get your panties in a twist, would get me in all sorts of trouble and I couldn’t even enjoy it! You ever wonder why so many Priests still choose those long black robes? It’s because we hide nudies like these in them and beat off in the confessional. Just because I wear my collar backwards doesn’t mean I don’t have a dick you know, I just can’t use it, religiously speaking.”*He said all of that just so very blunt and matter of fact, with the straightest face in the entire world, almost serene like the Madonna. When the older gentleman came over and the girl tried to cover, he tucked it under his arm and eyed the older man down, his own golden eyes never blinking.*”She was going to read it for the jokes, you know Hustler and Playboy have the best you know, and there is nothing better in a new town than a joke you can share to break the Ice. I find them incredibly useful in general, they are great for entertainment, and if someone is being a prude, you can always pull it out and make them leave in stilted awkwardness.”*Again, entirely blunt faced as he turned to the counter and ordered a pack of Djarum Special Blend, his face almost in rapture as he bought them and peeled off the plastic to smell the clove cigarettes inside. Oh he loved these fucking bastards. Another pleasure denied at the Vatican. He would wink at the girl before he would give the old man another look, one that wasn’t exactly threatening, but a whole lot closer than a normal man would have looked at him.* ”By the way, thanks for the magazine, I’ll say a couple of hail Mary’s for you… Course, I’ll do a rosary if you show me your rack.”*Was he teasing or was he serious? Who the hell knew with him half the time. He stood outside and lit up the clove, that sweet heavy smell like an orgasm to his senses as it mixed with the cold night air, rich with it’s own special aromas.*

22:31:49 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to In His Name I Do Serve.:: Some moments were worthy of a face-palm and this was one of them. There had to be jokes for this somewhere. A priest, an old man and a geek walk into a book store....yeah that would not be all that appropriate to start on now. The end of the punch line would be brutal. Not really as bad as all the blonde jokes she had heard over the years but still pretty freaking bad! So this was where her mind tended to wander when faced with any real kind of confrontation. She either became defensive and sarcastic or zoned out completely and looked much like a stone statue. That was fun. Do you realize how hard it is for an Otaku to move once they have been overwhelmed?...No?....Better read Jellyfish Princess then. You'll get the reference. It wasn't like she would turn to stone but she would shut down a little and go into turtle mode. Most would be lucky if they heard from her again in a few days. Well this was the opposite effect. She was being creative and sarcastic in the face of danger! .... Not that she was even in any danger but again this was her mind going in funny circles. You do know that this is about to become a running joke right?....*ahem*...it wouldn't do much anyway since the older guy with the pimp stick left.

That response from the priest left her incredibly baffled. There were no other words for it than what she had just thought. At first she had thought he was just being a stick deep in the mud but that one comment was enough to get her to crack a smile. She had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter that just erupted. How could anyone say that with a straight face? That was a whole new level of epic awesome and not something she would have expected at all! ”Buwahahaha! Oh wow you didn't just—and with a straight face!Ohhhhh that was priceless!” So many of the jokes had to be tweaked a little but she was grinning. Nodding to the older man when he left, she swat the priest playfully and tsked as if to scold him. Now wasn't this an odd twist? Messed up and hilarious! ”So can yo use it when you take off the collar and set the bible down then?” She pondered her own thought a moment before she started to giggle as she absently followed him out of the store leaving the poor man behind the counter feeling shocked for the three of them in the first place. That man...poor bugger would probably be an alcoholic by the end of the night. The problem was that she couldn't tell if the priest was joking or not. She was actually enjoying the interaction. Pressing a finger t her lips she looked quite thoughtful in her own way and not all that phased by the idea of showing herself off. ”Humn......I could do that...oooorrr ...you could slip that collar on me ad see who prays better on their hands and knees?” Now who was serious?

(22:58:10 )
In His Name I Do Serve

.: And Thus I clothe my Naked Villainy:.
.:With Old Odd Ends Stolen forth from Holy Writ:.
.:And Seem a Saint when most I Play the Devil:.
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to -:: Why so Serious? ::: *Oh yeah, he was a huge anime fan really, more often than not you could hear him either busting a gut or screaming at some fictional character or other. Hell, the guys at the Vatican had to vacate one of the floors when he got to the end of the first season of Attack On Titan! No freaking basement through the entire thing, and you always swore it was going to be the NEXT episode. There were beer cans suddenly shooting out of places that were least expected for sure. After that, he had sulked for a full week, and the last person who had seen him in confession had come out in tears when she had to do fifty rosaries, a hundred hail maries, and fifty hours of community service. To her, fucking the milk man hadn’t been too bad since her husband left her, but she failed to remember she had confessed to him that she was sleeping with that same milk man before the divorce. So yes, he did know anime quite well in all honesty, and it did sadly sometimes influence him a bit… Always down time… or rather, almost always. He had a day or two to adjust to this place before he REALLY had to go and deal with the Hawaiian Punch puker, and he figured he was going to go and enjoy a full season or two and pretend he was a mushroom during the time. Some Priests chose to fast and pray, but he had learned that it didn’t matter what you did before, it mattered what you did DURING. Praying didn’t count for shit if you didn’t believe it. He had made the comment about the robe which had worked excellently, she was cracking up, and apparently quite hard from what he was seeing. He had no problem saying it with a straight face, it was almost part of the conditioning really, and it also helped him in his job. Hard for a person faking it to keep up the bravado when his face showed no fear, or for the real thing to exploit a weakness if it saw none. He let her swat him for the tease, hey, there was no harm in it after all. Besides, this was amusing, and it was helping him unwind a great deal.*”Toots, you will learn that a lot of people in religion are great actors, they fake being pious while behind the pew they are getting a nob job from Miss Nina up the street!”*He chuckled, getting his package and heading unwrapping it, keeping the dirty mag for himself even now. Her little bit there had him laughing and he shook his head, reaching into this and that pocket as he tried to find his lighter, wondering where it went.*”Dammit did those fucking gypos bick my lighter?! Bloody Pikies! As for that, you know every Father Faps, literally. We can’t have sex, but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a little bit of Rosy Palm and her Five Sisters, we’re only human you know.”*He took out a book of matches at that point, lit up the cigarette, and enjoyed it when she came out with that little on-dit. He turned to her, fag hanging from rather full lips for a man with a side of them turning up a bit as he, for all intents and purposes, seemed to take her up on it.*”Really now?.... I imagine there is all sorts of places I could see you… Between the pews with the crimson colored leather…”*He would take a step towards her, catching her brown eyes with his own golden ones, the color of pure amber with flecks of warm whiskeyed colored brown scattered about here and there. His voice was deeper a bit, just a touch of that Italian accent there, romantic and all too much seduction.*”Right there… On your knees on that little fold out cushion we have for such…delicate knees… Hmmm… Perhaps by the Alter, bending over with a bit of flesh in your mouth…. You… crying out in rapture over… And over… and over again…”*He was almost right next to her, and if she were backing up, he would guide her until she was against a wall. He would tilt his head a bit, still grinning, before pulling the cigarette from his lips and leaning in to whisper by her ear.*”You have no idea… The pleasures to be found with me…”*He would step back for a moment.*”At Mass, of course! Hope your young mind wasn’t imagining all sorts of nasty things, for shame, for shame! I imagine the walls of the confessional might warp a bit when you get in! You should go to Chruch though, partake in the Flesh and Blood of Our Lord, say some prayers for your soul on the nice newly refurbished prayer benches!”*Oh yes, he could come off as some sort of don juan of the cloth, but the next second he could shift gears and make everything you were just thinking he said, into the exact opposite and making the other person seem like a total pervert.*

(23:34:06 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to In His Name I Do Serve.:: It was really easy for Lena to slip into a state where she actually believed that this man was a man and not a bible thumping gospel spouting goblin. He seemed human. Spoke normal like any other man. Admitting the sort of thing that really could get him into trouble with anyone if it went viral. Humn.....that almost sounded like it could be fun. That was a bad thought and she pushed it away as quickly as she could. It really wasn't a nice thing to do and he was being honest wasn't he? Ugh....she always attracted the oddballs. Of course a great deal of this could be her own ego inflating. She smirked when he started cussing though. That was funny. Maybe priests were people too? She hadn't dealt with one before personally but this was starting to feel like an all too familiar situation. She had however been surrounded by subs and dommes more than once in more than one club. She had seen just about everything that way so this was no different than cosplay. Except it was a real priest and not just a costume. This had all the potential in the world to go horribly bad and she knew it! Damn it all he made her feel those butterflies in her stomach rise. The son of a bitch had called her bluff! “Oh I never offered to do---wait, what?” That feeling of being very uncomfortable only seemed to rise when he was getting close and where she did take a step or two back, she was extremely grateful that her coat was as thick as it was. Safety in layers. “You're not a real priest are you?” She wasn't all that sure at this point. What priest swore and smoked and talked about sex? It didn't help that she had went without for about a year. Damn him anyway! When he flipped it though she found herself feeling stupid and face palmed immediately. What a way to throw cold water on someone without actually doing it. UGH! “You scruffy looking Nerf-hearder! You started this! Don't you turn it around like that on me! " Poking a finger hard into his chest, those ruby lips formed a thin unamused line. There was a lot less playfulness in her now and she was beyond embarrassed. She was right into furious with the little game he had clearly won. “I'm not Catholic. I don't care and you—YOU! Can go suck on a dead dog's snow! You stole from me. Mister thou shall not steal. Twisted everything that has come out of my mouth and spoke of lust. That was all on you buddy. You started it! Then...well when I think hey this one might be normal? You pull this?” Ducking down to slip under his arms, she kicked suddenly aiming for his shins. She didn't care if it hurt or not. She had every intention in the world to go home, animate a character that looked just like him and have a football hit it in the balls every five seconds. “Ugh...I'm not even into the priest fetishes you hentai monster! Go away. Keep the damn magazine. I never wanted it anyway!”

10:16:15 )
In His Name I Do Serve

.: And Thus I clothe my Naked Villainy:.
.:With Old Odd Ends Stolen forth from Holy Writ:.
.:And Seem a Saint when most I Play the Devil:.
PRIVATELY whispers to -:: Why so Serious? ::: *The cool thing about the Vatican, was some of the freedoms they allowed their Exorcists, it gave those like himself more freedom to have their own shape rather than fit a mold. Sure, you have your Priests who work at the local church, and those guys look and sound like they haven’t had a shit since Woodstock. Younger ones like himself though, the church realized that times were changing, and having people like himself and others gave them a better grip in the current times and the youth of the world. Besides, he wasn’t exactly allowed to hold mass per say, not any of the Holiday ones anyways. He couldn’t sanctify things like the blood and the flesh, for instance, those were special duties for those who had basically done the deed. He could perform a mass so long as it wasn’t serious, give the last rights, and the entire grab bag of Exorcism. That was it at that point though, so was he a real priest? Yes. Was he what the world expected a priest to be? Uh… Hell no. Hell no and he had given up trying to be a long time ago really. When she started to back up, he pressed the advantage albeit slowly, watching her back up more and more before asking if he was a real priest.*”Oh I assure you I am, we have special licensing and badges and the works… Want me to show you my special seal?”*He would ask, teasing just a bit more, pushing just a bit harder as he played up everything she had said. Oh he was teasing the HELL out of her! Sure, she didn’t deserve it, but technically he hadn’t said a single thing wrong. Perception was such a bitch right? When he finished up and he caught that facepalm, he started to laugh, but apparently she didn’t think it was quite as funny. Hell, she was pissed at that point, stabbing him in the chest as if she were trying to spit him on a steak of some sort.*”You started it technically toots, no matter how you slice this one, you began the game I simply finished it. You know, they say that guilty conscience stings like a bitch, tell me are they right then?”*He would prod a little more, laughing softly as he took another drag, and just let her rage on for a moment.*”Faith doesn’t give two farts if you are one religion or another kid, and lack of faith doesn’t mean that you will be immune from the things in said faith, a little word of advice. After all, just because you are a Quaker for instance, doesn’t mean the assbag with the beamer isn’t going to hit you with his car. Secondly, what in the HELL is normal about a grown ass male who goes into the church and gives up women? That’s entirely Abnormal firstly, not to mention it’s purely unnatural to boot, but we do it as a sign of faith. I am devote, but Nomal? Naaah. That boat left a LONG time ago, though not that it was much to begin with, more of a raft than say…. A cruise liner.”*She would go and kick at his shin, rather than get the front of it though she caught the side of it so not blinding pain but still going to bruise, and he in turn rounded on his heel and planted a boot right on her ass. If she didn’t face plant it in the snow, he would tell her as she walked away.*”By the way, it is impossible to steal something like this magazine, you basically used it as a token for the bathroom remember? Also… miss smart ass… Your copy is still in the store, mine is PlayBoys, yours was the Hustler. You might want to go pick it up, this might be London and all, but sharing nudity with minors is still illegal and I think I just saw this innocent little boy walk right in there…”*He said with a grin, about half way through his smoke, waiting to watch her freak out or keep on stomping. Either way, he pulled out his cellphone and made contact with a few people, asking if the situation had changed. He was always working, he was just a bit of a tease was all, but never enough to merit breaking any vows. Girls like her… When you can’t have sex anymore, you learn to find fun things in unique places at that point, and he took his pleasure in what they called ‘trolling’ other people.*

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The Journey's of an Urban-Lyon Nov 25, 2014 20:51:10 GMT

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Post by Leelee on Nov 25, 2014 20:51:10 GMT

(14:47:26 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL: This was a day for work loads of all kinds. The first stage of denial (especially when you are pretending that the night before didn't happen) was walking through all the things that did actually happen during the evening before while completely irradiating anything else from your brain. It was a fun process. One that with enough time could be done within the comfort of your own home. Computer programs didn't write them selves and there was no way that neglecting work would possibly land in a pay raise. ...Reality was kind of mean that way. So what did that mean for an introvert who had been overly stimulated the night before with complete crap and unfathomable sillyness? Well let's just say it started with coffee in the morning and ended with a Once Upon a Time marathon while still wearing the PJ's that Lena had been wearing that night. Ahhh the single life. Self indulgence to the max because all other would be social priorities fly through the window with any real dignity you muster up when you finally roll out of bed. ...At least that was sort of how it went. There were certain things that simply had to get done. One of which was just finding someone to escort her around the city. She didn't want to see the Priest guy again. He was just nuts. But....after a few hours of swooning over Ruby and Captain Hook, even Lena knew she would have to get out and about. Besides if she stuck around much longer doing this she would have to swap over and watch either House or True Blood because the main characters in Once Upon a Time could be found in either one!

Sooooo....that puts her butt back out and exploring the area. Yes that's right folks she was back on the street. Que bad hooker jokes..now! Anyway...now that that is out of my system. *ahem* There were things that were more important t do and one of them was just getting pictures of the local shops and people. The strap hung down around the back of her neck as the camera looked heavier than it actually was. --[CLICK]--[CLICK]-- one building down and who knew how many to go! Her mind as whirling with possibilities and because it was just one of those days she was wearing a hoodie that zipped up in front to look like Deadpool's face. ...Eeeewww not the cancer riddled carton face! We're talking red and black often mistaken for Spiderman face. At the moment she really didn't care who saw her. Over that she wore a fairly normal winter coat with winter boots that were black . Her jeans however were pinstriped Beetejuice pants and she had keychain dangling voodoo dolls of Joker, Batman, Superman and the Green Lantren. A large black denim bag hung over her shoulder and sat against her other side but it wasn't really apparent yet if it had anything in it or if it just looked puffy because of her coat.

Isn't in character says to The Real Starfire|Rebell: just putting a post together now

(15:00:44 )
I'm an Adept not a...Scalpal

Arcturis Bagley
Kindred Adept of the sixth circle
Astor
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL:
Arty walked down the side-walk with a smile on his face. It was a beautiful night for a strole. The cold-night air was refreshing and he wore a grey suit with matching shoes and glasses. He was still on an all-time high after his meeting with Ethan and even though the city was on high alert after the attack on the elysium it was the last thing on his mind. He'd come out to celebrate and he was glad of the excursion. He'd been trying to get his mind around why his sire was so happy about his new role within the clan and he couldn't figure out the motivation. He shook his head to clear all the thoughts and turned a corner. He looked around him and took his shiny silver pocketwatch out of his waistcoat and checked the time. He had plenty of hours to while away and he was in no rush to get back to the chantry. He decided to go to the local comic book store. He knew the owner (He'd actually ghouled him into service in the first week of his being here, with clan permission of course. It was for essential research after all) and what with late-night christmas shopping coming around he knew he'd be able to mingle in. He headed in the direction of the shop when he saw the woman in the strange attire. She looked lost and he approached, Excuse me madam, are you lost?

(15:21:58 ) The Real Starfire|Rebellious Angst
*StarFire*

|Vampire|
= Caitiff =
Violinist
=Teach me through blood=

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to I'm an Adept not a...Sca: It was suffocating being in the house all the time. I had to stop being scared all the time about this Killer of clanless vampires. I had stood outside the library just out of range of Ethen gaze, to cover my standing there I’d looked at a few books upon the shelf just in case then had stepped out and seen me. Listening to the exchange between Arty and Ethen, Arty was going out. A walk would do me good, help clear my head. When Arty left the house I waited a few minutes and slipped out behind hind him pulling my hood over my head staying well behind him, the streets were busy, so, I stayed back and blended into the flow of people on the street. I was dressed in your usual grunge punk attire. You know the kind of person you would walk right past and not even notice. I was good at doing faceless, after all Caitiff are the invisible clans. When you stopped to check your watch, I paused, looking from you to the person you watched and just mused staying well out of sight

(15:27:57 )
ʡGolden Chord Disasterʢ

ͼǠrɘɨƫƫieͽ
♫The Tigers Come at Night♫
♫With Their Voice As Soft as Whispers♫
In one of Birminghams many restaurants says to ALL: *She had finally got the call from the friend she had made that night, having just missed it actually when she got home from the hospital, or rather… What had been her home? That was a whole different bottle of weird on that front, and she was starting to feel a bit like Alice in wonderland, only instead of the white rabbit she had her childhood friend and the world around her was the Club…. She wondered when the Eat Me and Drink Me logo’s were going to start popping up, because once she saw those, she could at least rest assured she had gone quite mad. Until then though, she had dressed in something a bit more on the adorable side, sitting at a high table where she could kick her feet much as a child does. She kept looking at her watch around her neck, the pretty little bronze turtle had a clock in it’s shell, waiting for the woman to arrive. She wondered if this place might be a little too nice, but it was the only place she knew of that was open this late, unless they wanted to go to the open market but nothing had been said about that one. She had a small glass of water in front of her that she was idly sipping from, her glasses perched on her nose as she people watched, wondering just how much of any of this was real anymore…*

(15:28:29 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL: Straightening a little, Lena turned her attention to the sudden approach of the stranger and drew back the hood part of her hoodie. No white collar...well that was a bonus. Now she didn't need to repeat the last incident that had led her back to cookie dough ice cream. She whistled low with relief wile offering a quick smile. “No I'm fine. Just taking pictures for my scrapbook. Say Cheese!” she wasn't exactly asking to take his picture bur instead enthusiastically scooped up the camera and –[CLICK]-- with a flash had done so anyway. She returned t to it's position and debated in her head of course if she could find any comics that she didn't already have somewhere back home. Then again she was quite the little ball of energy anyway and without much thought of how anyone felt about it she was more than willing to do everything it took to get what she needed. Fishing her cell phone out a frown pursed on her ruby lips as she rolled her eyes with annoyance and groaned. “No one bothers to read flyers anymore...ugh not one text.” She did look back at the stranger though with an oddball idea as a smirk played on her lips for a moment that swore up and down that it would be nothing but trouble. “Humn....you might work though. You're not a serial killer are you? I would have Sabretooth apply but alas....he's still in Canada hiding from Wolverine.” Now if that didn't send the poor man running then nothing would. Was she intentionally coming off as insane? Well that was debatable. It was easier to weed out weirdo's if you came off as one. Did she have any clue that he was a vampire? Nope. Would she have even thought it was a possibility? Not a chance. Nope she saw some potential for that escort she was looking for. She really did need higher standards....XD

She hadn't noticed anyone else yet but give it time. She was pretty much taking pictures of everything anyhow. Putting her cell away she drew ot the camera again and took another snapshot of the street. She still hadn't decided if she was going to buy anything yet. At least not until she had all the buildings she wanted. (corrects)

(15:39:35 )
-=Rosethorn=-

~Medea Bequin~
-=Somethings got to give=-

In one of Birminghams many restaurants says to ʡGolden Chord Disas: Yeah well up yours too fuck tard!" Medea hollared at the top of her rather impressive set of lungs. The guy had tried to hit on her. He'd been blind drunk, and it was something she'd have to get used to now that the sun set earlier, more people around and more chance you'd bump into a prize winning wanker like that prick. His opening line had been terrible and it'd only got worse. To be fair though "show us your tits love" was in her opinion a classic. You'd probably have heard her yell at him from where you're sat as she's currently stood with one hand on the door, it'd be holding her weight and just starting to push open a little as she yelled her parting goodbyes to her unsuccessful suiter. "Twat!" Rolling her eyes she entered the restaurant. She'd be dressed fairly simply for her. Usually it was all practical tight armoured body gloves of leather and kevlar. Not tonight after all that kind of thing tended to get you even more attention than a push up bra and no knickers. Tonight in deference to her not actively planning on kicking eight shades of shite out of someone and that it was more than a little cold, she'd gone with wool over leather. A pair of plain blue jeans, a thich wooly jumper and a coat that could keep mister freeze warm. Admittedly there was still a set of throwing blades strapped to the top of her boot under the jeans, and there might even have been a matched pair of slim stiletto blades in her coat lining, but hey a couple of knives is what everyone carries right? Phone? Check. Keys? Check. Money? Check. Throwing Knives? Check.

(15:53:23 )
ʡGolden Chord Disasterʢ

ͼǠrɘɨƫƫieͽ
♫The Tigers Come at Night♫
♫With Their Voice As Soft as Whispers♫
In one of Birminghams many restaurants says to -=Rosethorn=-~Medea Bequ: *Oh she heard it alright, at first she couldn’t quite place the voice, but the words themselves had her turned about in her stool and her jaw gaping a bit. Yes, leave it to her to find that shocking, making her blink a few times in flat out wonder. She had never been hit on though, so in her friends defense, she wasn’t aware of how utterly annoying it was. Today was pretty icy cold to be honest, but she didn’t really feel like laying up in pants and such, after all Alice in a pair of skinny jeans? Not likely. No today she dressed up… True, to some it might be a little too much, to others she would look cute enough to eat up with a spoon. The fashion was all her own, a cross between innocent Lolita style, and a little less frilly and more…..down to earth. She wore a skirt that just came to her knees with lace all about the hem, complete with pannier so it fluffed out like a proper skirt should. Her jacket was just as long as her skirt, though the front was cut away so it came up in delicate arches with more lace pleating along the seams, with a big bow that wrapped about her narrow waist and rested just to the side. The collar was high and close, but not enough to hide the white silk jabot she had on, which was set off perfectly by her dark hair and the cream color of her general outfit. Her leggings were white lace but made of warm soft wool over cotton, and her boots were white knee highs with laces up the front with a little white bow on the side of each. She had nothing on her head but a cream colored head band that helped to keep her hair off of her damaged ear, and her black framed glasses. She waved to you from her seat, looking like a doll perched and just waiting to be bought, a bright and happy smile on her face.*”Hello! Over here! Hi!”*She would wait until she was noticed and her friend either called her over, or came over herself, and she would shake her head.*”You know… I thought this place might not work… I didn’t know of anywhere else open though… Do you want to go somewhere else? I really would hate for you to be uncomfortable… This is supposed to be fun, you know? A way to say thank you, and some eejit decided to be a jerk, which kind of counteracts the whole purpose..”

(15:54:46 )
I'm an Adept not a...Scalpal

Arcturis Bagley
Kindred Adept of the sixth circle
Astor
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: Arty took a step back as the woman took his picture and blinked furiously. The light was still flashing in his vision as he shook his head. He regained his composure as the woman checked her phone and Arty decided to leave her to it and wander on to Larry's loft to peruse the memorabilia on offer. No sooner had he taken a step to leave but she was talking at him again. He stopped and tugged down his suit jacket in a gentlemanly fashion and raised an eyebrow. A serial killer? What an odd question to ask?
He thought it over for a mere second before deciding to lie. Obviously! There was a masquerade to think of, but he was feeling jovial today. Of course not, but then would a serial killer really tell you if he was one? He moved closer to her,And if you need help with tracking something, I'd choose Daken over Sabretooth. He's much more fun and nicer to look at, but in the mean time He bows, May i be of service? Arty looked around as he talked to this young woman. He noticed a movement in the shadows and he stayed on alert. He had a vague idea who was following him, and it wasn't the first time since there arrival in Birmingham. He'd tried to keep her busy but Star kept wandering and so he'd taken to leaving Seven to guard her in her quarters. He hoped she hadn't cracked the stone dogs hide.

(16:09:57 )
-=Rosethorn=-

~Medea Bequin~
-=Somethings got to give=-

In one of Birminghams many restaurants says to ʡGolden Chord Disas: Medea would have spotted you fairly quickly, she had one hell of a memory for faces. Kinda came with the turf. You shank the wrong idiot, you get no payment and she very rarely killed for free these days. well there was one exception to that rule but she hadn't heard anything of her nemesis in years. She'd probably kill him should he walk in, although then again.... effort. Tonight wasn't about that. Tonight was about getting to meet the new girl in the Goldleaf club. Medea didn't have membership. She'd not been old enough for a start that and the elders got a little upset when a contract killer walks through the front door. they'd never know if she was there for her or for them and not in a good way. "Heya" she waved at you and after you''d said your piece she laughed, "Who that guy? Nah he couldn't ruin my night unless I actually decided I was going to shag him... then i feel my night would have been fucked, although i wouldn't mind checking out this years tat market? If you're up for it?" In truth Medea didn't fancy the option of sitting in a restaurant not drinking her drink or pushing food roundd the plate. Worse still being 'forced' to eat something and then spending twenty minutes in the ladies afterwards spewing her guts up. She'd done it before, and it sucked harder than a whore with ambition.

(16:16:32 ) The Real Starfire|Rebellious Angst

*StarFire*
|Vampire|
= Caitiff =
Violinist
=Teach me through blood=

In one of the large city center shopping centers says to I'm an Adept not a...Sca: When I watched Arty stop checking his watch, then call out to the woman, a man pushed by me nudging me into the one of many blue mail boxes that lines every few city blocks alongside newspaper venders. My hand rose tugging the side of my hood close to my cheek, making sure my face stayed shrouded from view, a quick tuck of fiery red mane behind the shell of my left ear. I could hear the exchange of words between Arty and the woman. It was like trying to read a Greek play, when you only know Russian. However when the she lifted the camera to click, my face was quickly turn, only the back of the black hoodie caught, a few wisps of red hair.
I tried to stay focused on Arty and the woman but there was so much movement in the street and sidewalks near the shops. There was a raddle behind me making me turn quickly seeing a woman with two large clay pots trying to push herself out the door backwards with them in her hand, soon as she cleared the door, one of the pots dropped and smashed on the sidewalk. I watched the pot fall as if in slow motion, then splatter fanning out in four directions upon the ground. The woman quickly put the other pot down and rushed to start picking up the sharp bits of clay. I showed no emotion turning to watch Arty and the woman again. No sooner my eyes moved back to watch, there came that copper smell, then the curse word of the woman as her hand pulled back pulling the sharp shard of clay from her finger. Blood. I could feel my hunger quickly take hold of me, I made me feel like acid seeped into my veins, turning slowly to look at the woman.

(16:24:21 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL:
Lena thought a moment. She really couldn't argue that logic at all. She sincerely doubted a serial killer would admit squat. So everything Harry Mudd said was a lie. Did that even apply as a double conundrum here?“Depends on how honest they are....but...Daken? Really? Ohh no you could do better than that. He's just an angry little boy who hates his daddy. Wade Wilson is number one on my hit mean for hire list. He trumps them all. Okay he's one ugly bugger and loonier than Daffy Duck, but he's funny and creative and actually knows he's a part of comic book. He calls Stan Lee 'God' and actually killed someone for believing that the Phantom Menace was better than the original three Star Wars.” She considered again a moment and shrugged casually as she looked at him. ”I would take Sabretooth because like Wolverine, he's feral, huge if we do he anatomy to his proportions and has tapped more asses than Tony Stark has tapped kegs....Then again even hanging with the Joker could be fun. I envy Harley for that. Lucky little ball of psycho double dipped in chocolate. ” So she was getting a little off topic. That didn't mean she wasn't partially paying attention. She eyed him again with curiosity though, especially the way he bowed when speaking to her. Her first thought was cosplayer ...but then who was he playing? His clothing fit for the times even if his mannor was off. She had no idea if normal English men were like this but it was a fun thing to contribute to her already over active imagination. No one liked Daken. Even Daken didn't like Daken and her mind went to a weird place with that. Probably because she genuinely didn't care for the character. Talk about a weird conversation. Still she considered it all and took it with a grain of salt. Everyone had their favorites. “Actually I was looking at hiring someone to escort me around the area. I need some good haunting places to reference for work and I would local to hear any local stories. The last time I was here it was just outside of London and they had some doozies. I just never got them all down. The most common was supernatural stories of werewolves , ghosts and vampires.” She grinned and honestly thought the whole idea was ridiculous.

The thought came to a quick end though when she heard the pots crash. She had stopped her conversation and swe the woman who had dropped them trying to pick it up. This time of a year and no one offers to help? Jerks! Lena didn't excuse herself before she turned on heel and pushed her way over. ”Hey are you okay? Here, lemme help.” She crouched and started trying to collect pieces of the pot despite the ace that some red-head was just standing there staring? Really? Lena offered a smile to the woman but was instantly irritated with the sheer level of stupid of people. “Geez...you think someone could at least go grab a band aid or something right?.” Of course this had all the potential in the world to go bad.

(16:36:23 )
ʡGolden Chord Disasterʢ

ͼǠrɘɨƫƫieͽ
♫The Tigers Come at Night♫
♫With Their Voice As Soft as Whispers♫
In one of Birminghams many restaurants says to -=Rosethorn=-~Medea Bequ: *She was pretty good herself, but as a debutant, you rather had to be. Hours of endless rounds with this and that high ranking persona, or this or that child of such and such distinguished family, and so on and so forth in that world. She had done it for her father, and deep down she had know too, that perhaps one day she might end up marrying one of them. After all, the goal in such high families is to increase the wealth or standing, and she knew it was her duty to farther the line of her parents. It wasn’t such a despicable task in all honest, she didn’t know what love was in the romantic sense, and not reading any romance novels or watching movies kept her on a more realistic term of what it should be like. She could recognize the woman anywhere really, she had this way about her that when she stood, she commanded respect without having to do anything more than stand there. She couldn’t quite place why, but she liked her, genuinely liked her yet she couldn’t quite put a pin on why. She heard her laughing at her comment and smiled up at her, listened as she spoke and nodding her head gratefully, putting down a dollar down on the table for her water out of sheer kindness… And perhaps a bit of habbit.*”I can’t say one way or the other about shagging, though any more one of my friends put it, it’s about as safe as riding a five dollar whore bareback… What ever that means… I assume it’s not pleasant.”*She would laugh softly, sliding her hands into her mittens and rewrapping her scarf once more, she was feeling colder and colder lately and it just sucked. She wanted to go and see the market again, she had gone for a little bit the other night, but ended up running home because Leopold had been a naughty kitten. She reached out and took her hand then if she didn’t pull away, and would begin to walk to the door, smiling.*”I kind of went the other day and they had some REALLY good Cocoa, some meat pies too, and the cider was delicious! I saw some cute little decorations out too, and I thought I might get some for my apartment… Wait, they are called Flats here right? Yes…. Something for my flat… What about you? Anything you have in mind that you were thinking about getting for yourself?”*She wanted…. No… She needed this sort of normal conversation… Maybe it was the change from Days to night, perhaps the lack of sunshine for her, or the shock of everything but anymore… She kind of felt like she was in a bounce room with a bunch of people in it, but real or phantom she couldn’t tell. This might be exactly what she needed.*

(16:45:56 )
I'm an Adept not a...Scalpal

Arcturis Bagley
Kindred Adept of the sixth circle
Astor
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: Arty stood there listening to the woman, during her inexplicable nerd-rant and he smiled. It was genuinly pleasing to have met someone who had that much information, on something Ethan would have called trivial and infantile in their head. He'd spent decades immersed in different worlds of fictional work and he had een in his element as the comic books and sci-fi started to come into the world. He'd been around when the first publications of Marvel and DC had hit the shelves and he had a first edition of each of them. They were kept seperate from the rest of his collections, and he also had the entire comic book collection of star trek that Marvel had run for a brief period during the run of the original movies. I suppose Daken hit's close to home for me He thought about Ethan and the tension that had been between them until very recently and he supposed he could empathise with the man. Besides the banter between him and Bullseye was the highlight of the Dark Avengers, although i agree with you on Deadpool. Breaking the fourth wall was an ingenious approach with his character. I'm sure if it was in my character sheet it would be thouroughly enjoyable to try out. He laughed at the Tony Stark comment and shook his head thoroughly enjoying this meeting

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Suddenly things changed however, and he heard a crash behind him. He looked around and saw the woman drop the pot and his talking companion rushing forwards to help. He started walking forwards when he noticed the woman in the hoodie with the red hair. He locked eyes with her for a moment and cursed himself for not taking extra precautions with her room's wards. Star? He asked. Partly trying to guage her condition. Had the beast taken over already. He looked around at the people crowding around and tried to stay calm. If Star lost control here, it would be a mess. It would be a huge masquerade breach and Arty hoped he'd taught her enough to regain control. He didn't need a scene, especially not when the Anarchs could be just around the corner ready to take advantage of the situation.

(17:01:25 )
-=Rosethorn=-

~Medea Bequin~
-=Somethings got to give=-

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ʡGolden Chord Disas: Five dollar whore that got a smirk out of Medea, a cheeky little expression that said 'i'm saving that one for later'. As you took her hand, Medea bit down the compulsion to flip you round and slam you into the floor. Muscle memory and combat training that hone you into a weapon are really damned useful things, in fact they'd saved her slightly altered undead skin more than once. When your first instinct is to slam your new aquaintence face down into the wooden flooring and knock them out cold using their body weight and momentum, that's when it became a little less useful. (Self control roll difficulty 4 to resist the training/urge to open a can of whoopass). She'd let you lead, after all you seemed like a kid in a candy shop. "Yeah go on then, I'm up that." She'd avoid the pies tonight and the chocolatte and probably the cider too although Medea had been brought up in a predominantly muslim environment and they'd sworn off alcohol, in her years as a ghoul she'd soon spotted a loop hole in the teachings, and that loophole was mead. The teachings had been against grape and grain. So no beer or wine... it said absolutely frelling nothing about fermented honey. Oh she'd had her ass kicked more than once for getting what she'd now call pleasently shit faced, it had been worth it. She'd always quietly liked sticking it to the man now and again. She'd done it gently to start with, now she relied on it. She'd been known amongst many of the cities kindred for exactly what she was. She'd bowed and said her bit to the prince, she'd made several course quips about how she'd decided to retire and meet a nice pretty boy and settle down in brum. The two had hit it off, the man could joke with gutter trash or the queen and be equally comfortable. Medea liked the prince, especially since he'd taken her clan and occupation in his stride. Of course he'd imposed several restrictions, the usual traditions shit, and that she wasn't allowed to kill anyone without his say so in his city. She'd taken that to mean "anyone useful" or "any friends of his". She'd been allowed a few contracts, the one eyed piss soaked nosferatu had given her a couple of jobs. He'd offered her the position of scourge, although she'd politely declined, the nosferatu had told her to think it over. She'd always "stuck it to the man" she was uncomfortable with the idea of being the man.

(17:30:29 )
-:: Why so Serious? ::-

LENA CARTER
With the first link the chain is forged.
The first speech censored, first thought forbidden.
The first freedom denied, chains us all irrevocably.

somewhere in streets of Birmingham says to ALL: At this point in time Lena was pretty sure that her colorful conversation was about as dead as it could be. Oh well. It was fun when it lasted. The fact that the guy knew that red haired chick who wasn't much for decent when someone needed help was starting to slide her opinion. That was not a good thing when she had just started creating her shit list yesterday for this area of the world. She rolled her eyes and helped the woman with the pieces of pot. Not having much to help with the bleeding though, she sighed and fished into that large bag, the one mentioned a while back that appeared empty? It wasn't really more than once Lena had issues with humidity changes causing nosebleeds. So she had learned how to carry around a cloth or three to deal with it when she had no kleenex. Geez imagine that, a human who wasn't perfect! So she fished out the least likely to used again candidate and wrapped the woman's hand with it. Big or small deed she was technically helping. She wanted to yell at the woman who had just stood there staring and yet she still separated herself from the pair and helped the woman instead with what was left of the pots and getting the street clean again.

(17:49:37 )
I'm an Adept not a...Scalpal

Arcturis Bagley
Kindred Adept of the sixth circle
Astor
In one of the large city center shopping centers says to ALL: Arty calmed down a bit when he saw Star shrug and he nodded as she explained that she hadn't caused the accident. He was still a little worried about the blood in the vicinity. Her lessons had been going at a crawl with the new demands put upon him by his job as Astor. He wished he'd had more time with her, especially now. He needed his assistant in top shape if they were under a Sabbat attack in the city, or they may end up as canno fodder. He looked at the new girl he'd met and he tried to stay composed. Were are my manners! He said as he looked between the two women and then focused on the kine woman My name is Arcturis Bagley. You can call me Arty, though most call me Archy now. This is Star i didn't expect to bump into her here. We work together at the public library Arty looked at Star again and kept an eye on the trail of blood cascading down her hands and silently hoped that the woman didn't notice. He moved closer to Star Breath, remember you control the beast, use it. Don't let it use you he whispered to her before turning back towards the woman.

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