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Post by jsmith506 on Dec 16, 2023 19:07:11 GMT -5
Bert, Duncan and Meg would casually stroll up on the venue decked out in freshly pressed suits. Duncan squirmed uncomfortably in his tie, loosening it a bit in spite of needing to look professional, he was an upstart and had a thing against the status quo and conformity. Meg however seemed to be enjoying it and was strutting her stuff, she even topped it off with a pair of aviators... which looked kind of comical with her only having one eye and an eye patch on still. Bert just didn't give a shit and was still sporting his typical black leather duster and wide brimmed leather hat. They walked straight up to the front door security detail and Bert would speak. "Oi, plans have changed, we've been assigned security detail for this event. Go ahead and piss off now y'hear? If I hear any objections, we will take youse around the corner, rip off your fucking heads and shove them straight up your own asses. Then throw your corpses into the sewers for the nosferatu to feed to their pets... Kapiche?" Bert would then turn to Meg with a smirk. "You have front door detail lovey, no shaking down the guests now ya hear?" Meg would let out a groan and nod to her boss taking up a sentinel pose by the door, pushing the ear bud into her ear. "Comms check..." She muttered morosely...
"Check" "Wubalubadubbdubb!" Bert and Duncan would chime in together. And Duncan would swiftly get a cuff upside the back of his head from Bert's massive hand.
"OI! The fuck!?" "Cut the bullshit Donk, this is business, come on get your shit together, we're going to circulate and relieve the rest of the rabble of thier duties now..."
And with this, the brujah prince and his loose cannon irish ginger lackey would enter the venue....
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Post by Ariel Hawkins on Dec 16, 2023 20:41:10 GMT -5
Ariel looped her arm elegantly through Rory's. Her red hair perfectly pinned into a twist. She looked every bit a woman who just stepped out of the 1960's in a satin green wiggle dress, her waist cinched to accentuate the style. She was adorned with the finest of emerald jewelry to perfectly match. Earrings, necklace, broach, bracelet, and rings. All gifts from Rory. Gifts she couldn't bare to part with.
Rory went about his public display. She too would make polite small talk as others would address her. She was ever the socialite and in these situations she could certainly shine. It came in handy when Rory excused himself, his little joke about going to the bathroom soon becoming a vague memory as Ariel regaled the table with small talk. She'd comment on how the others were dressed, recognizing the decade in which the style had come from, perhaps even the designer. She'd compliment them all and share stories of some of her own collections from that period. Since many vampires remained connected to the year they were embraced, the recognition would ingrain their favor.
A few moments later and Rory would return.
"Oopsie." She'd lightly laugh, taking the embroidered cloth napkin from their table and reach up to gently dab at Rory's lip. He had nothing there, but she would smile genuinely, folding the napkin quickly as if to hide the assumed snack leftovers.
"Now then... where were we?" She'd glance at the napkin, but instead of leaving it upon the table she'd fold it again and slide it into her clutch. It was pretty. And one never knew when they could use a pretty napkin make of nice cloth.
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Post by Myrine Leventis on Dec 16, 2023 23:11:42 GMT -5
Arthur huffed as he was shoved into the Iron Maiden and locked in.
"Well. Fuck."
He'd mutter to himself as he darted his eyes back and forth within the small, dark enclosure after the movement stopped. He could hear a little bit of what was going on outside and could at least tell Ivan had left. But where had Ivan left him?
Arthur's eyes flashed red in the dark as he activated eyes of the beast, allowing him to see in total darkness. His fingers would feel at the seams, nails sliding in the cracks as he worked to determine where on the outside the latches were. He certainly wasn't strong enough to tear his way out of the iron coffin. But Myrine didn't hire him for his strength. And besides taking his cellphone, Ivan hadn't exactly taken anything else out of Arthur's pockets.
Quickly he's work in the small cramped space, pulling bits of clay and wires up to his face as he fiddled. He'd turn as best he could, pushing the material into the crevice that would've been just behind the latch closest to his head. The second would be more difficult. He'd grunt, bending his knees as best he could, leaning down and stretching to get the material closest to where he thought the latch would be. With a pause, he'd pull the lighter out of his pocket. he'd groan in apprehension. This was going to hurt. Guess he was lucky he had fortitude. He'd flick the lighter and cover his ears and head.
It wouldn't take long for the explosion. The force rocked the Iron Maiden from where it stood upright upon the dolly, throwing it down on it's side as the door cracked. Arthur coughed, cursing not just from the concussive force from within the iron box but from the slightly disorienting fall. He'd push and kick the door open, sitting up right suddenly and shaking his head. The ringing in his ears would take only a second to correct themselves.
"Son. Of. A. BITCH!" He'd proclaim, standing and dusting himself off as he looked around the amphitheater. His eyes locking on the man chained to the wall. He was grinning? And that was when Arthur recognized him. It was the crazy beast that trashed Myrine's SUV and made a public scene.
"Heh. Got you too, Guy? Well, you look pretty cozy. I'll leave you to your.... whatever is going on here."
He'd back away slowly, glancing back towards the main door before turning and reaching for the knob.
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Post by Prince Aiden Forest on Jan 8, 2024 16:28:47 GMT -5
DJ Thunderdrome began speaking on the microphone as Scarlet made eye contact with him and nodded. Ladies and Gentlemen… We cordially welcome you the Rabbit’s Revenge, to the one-of-a-kind, event of the century, the 2023 Western Centennial Kindred Conference! This summit was created by our kind several hundred years ago to keep things as civil as possible. It is my outmost pleasure to introduce your master of Ceremonies and host, the man, the myth, the LEGACY, Toreador Prince Aiden Forest!! (Theme Music) The room erupted into thunderous applause, and there were smiles seen around the room, even if some were masked or insincere. Aiden had wiped off some black lipstick from his neck and made his way to the main stage, to meet the cheers and lightshow while loud hip hop played behind him. The DJ lowered the volume but kept the music going as he placed his hands up to quiet the applause. “Thank you, thank you, everyone, I really appreciate the sentiment, but let’s get down to it, I want to tempt you, bewitch you into the notion that we Kindred don’t need blood in our veins to party! Now is the time to put aside petty grudges and debts to one another to negotiate the future of our development. Once we get the business settled, we can really let loose with a full week of nightly activities! Are you ready?” He shouted. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. “I’ll get into tonight’s main event in a moment, but I want to tell you all what I’ve got cooking for the next week. Alright, so, tomorrow night, all of the Princes of each clan and state will be meeting in the conference rooms of my hotel to hash out all the debates and disagreements we might have, and this will be moderated by an ancient vampire who will be joining us shortly. We will have a secured room with fully armed personnel and unlimited refreshments. Each Prince will be given a welcome packet on everything in detail, and you will ALL have a voice!”
The room applauded. “Now now… So. Once everyone has gotten their fill of politics, we will have a series of events for everyone to enjoy each evening thereafter. On night three, I will be hosting a Rave with Dj Thunderdrome here…”
Several women in the crowd squealed as the crowd began to get louder. “-And for those who do not prefer the more modern entertainment, we will have a performance of Der Vampyr… a three-act opera by Peter Josef von Lindpaintner!, Live from the Chinese Theatre!”
The crowd continued clapping and Louis Montcalm clapped excitedly, louder than everyone. “Joyous, I have yet to have seen that one!”
Aiden could hear him audibly over the crowd, and he smirked with a knowing glance. “Nights four through six are to be announced, and we will wrap everything up on the seventh night with an all night bash, hopefully with a better understanding of our differences. Either that, or some of us will know who they aren’t sending Christmas cards to, am I right?"There was polite, uneasy laughter. “Aw, you know what I mean! As for tonight, enjoy yourselves with free refreshments and dancing, courtesy of my good friend Dr. Samuele, the resident blood man around here… and let’s party!
May the Masquerade Ball begin!”
And with that, DJ Thunderdrome began his set. ~~~ Claudia took Aiden to the side as he exited the stage. “Ahem. Aiden. Don’t you dare act like everything is normal. I want justice for my friend, and I will not be denied!”
“I’m aware, Claudia. I’ve been thinking about Banji too. Briggs was a close friend of mine too, so I’m going to assign Myrine to some additional tasks once we are underway- We’ll get to the bottom of it.“
“It is not only that. You’ll tell me once you find out, won’t you? If we find the culprit… I want the pleasure of rendering them asunder!!!” Aiden gave Prince of the Banu Haquim a strange look. “Hey, hey, hey… don’t kill the vibe… try to relax. I already have a few suspects with my best people on top of it, but… You got it.” Now was not the time to show weakness, but he had other things to do. Claudia released him reluctantly, and he returned to the embrace of Simone. The arrival of Rory and Burt had not gone unnoticed, as it appeared that their table was quickly becoming the most vivacious with activity. Paul Rudd and Keanu Reeves (wearing masks) had joined the table as the stories began to be passed around. There was enough frivolity to provide plenty of distraction. Simone caressed Aiden’s face and was quizzing him on who had shown up. He didn’t seem to want to tell her everything, as each celebrity would be a surprise once she deduced who was who among the Hollywood elite. Sameule remained stoic as he sipped blood. Fiona would politely chat with him about Kindred medicine, but he seemed so out of place. Scarlet was running the show. She had her tablet out and was checking in with security as Marlowe quietly watched her behind dark sunglasses. The Nosferatu Prince was keeping to himself, but he seemed very interested in the activities of Aiden’s staff. She placed her tablet down and ignored him. He would eventually be questioned by Louis De Montcalm, if not casually.
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