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Post by Smoothie on Jun 16, 2006 14:24:00 GMT
Wic strips don't get your panies in a bunch, ladies and bathes with industrial strength cleansers and coarse scrub brushes. He leaves his filthy clothes to soak and puts on some denim painter's pants, brown leather workboots and a denim shirt. He slicks his hair back with some grease and puts on a black cotton jacket that hangs to his hips (covering up his knives).
After that, he goes out hoping to find a bite.
He'll look for any late-night stragglers...
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 18, 2006 10:29:48 GMT
A few hours later, a lot cleaner, and less a lot of the smell, you arrive back at your haven, with a full blood pool. A couple of the rack visitors wandered off the beaten track slightly...
You only have about an hour before sunrise, are there any last things you want to do?
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 19, 2006 0:40:09 GMT
On his way back from feeding, he'll stop by a convenience store for extra batteries for his flashlight.
Once back at his haven, he'll...
Sew loops into his jackets to hold his stake.
Send text messages to Trey, Jessie and John to make sure they are safe and to let them know he is safe.
Time permitting, he'll check in on the residents.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 21, 2006 17:30:55 GMT
Your mundane tasks completed, you go to your vigil. Something seems different tonight. You're not sure if it's them, or you, that's different. You scan the windows, looking for anyone new, or anyone missing, but you can't see it.
Slightly disturbed, you return to your cot, and fade into blackness.
1 Vitae Spent, putting your pool at 9.
You awaken, and look out the window. A light is on that's not normally on, in one of the apartments that is supposed to be vacant. Obviously the new tenant is what you felt last night. Interesting.
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 22, 2006 4:04:28 GMT
[Shouldn't he be at 9? He was at full the night before.]
Wic looks through the classifieds and makes some calls, looking for a car to buy.
He heads up to the nearby roof, makes sure his phone is set to vibrate only and sends some text messages:
One to Trey, inquiring about meeting up tonight.
One to John to see if he is meeting up with them tonight and
One to Jessie to see if she is meeting up with them tonight and if there's any chance he can meet her master.
He sits, watching the newly inhabited apartment with interest and waits for their replies.
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Post by artman01 on Jun 22, 2006 4:24:37 GMT
John sends a reply
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Jun 22, 2006 20:13:14 GMT
Trey's response:
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 23, 2006 4:41:02 GMT
Wic sends a couple more text messages, then checks his watch and calculates when he should leave.
He continues to watch the nearby building.
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Post by artman01 on Jun 23, 2006 19:50:50 GMT
John sends a reply
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 26, 2006 12:26:05 GMT
You watch the building for a bit longer, paying particular attention to the new light, but you see no other sign of the new tenant.
After a little while, a reply from Jessie comes through,
On an earlier post on this thread, i got your blood pool wrong, i said it was 6, rather than 9, which i've now corrected.
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 26, 2006 22:07:13 GMT
After watching the appartment for a while, Wic checks his watch. He moves down to the street and hails a cab to Club Spiral.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 30, 2006 16:36:47 GMT
Not too long later...
You pay the fare, and step out of the cab, out into the rain that's started since you left. A burley man in a suit stands at the door. He
squints at you, and shivers slightly.
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Post by Smoothie on Jul 1, 2006 2:12:07 GMT
Noticing his discomfort, Wic can't help but indulge himself in a grin. He's careful though, to keep it within the bounds of mortal normalcy. He approaches the door, his speed directly proportional to the rate of the rainfall. He gives the doorman a hard stare as he approaches, fully intending not to stop. This monster does not want to be stopped. He'll stop if the doorman stops him, but only after he's under the awning/past the threshold.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 1, 2006 23:18:39 GMT
As you try to walk straight in, the doorman hails you, grabbing your arm, lightly, not aggressively, to stop you.
"Sorry sir, but are you Mr." he pauses, looking at a piece of paper from his pocket. "Karr-ee-chee?".
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Post by Smoothie on Jul 2, 2006 14:05:04 GMT
Wic chuckles and warms up to the man, "Yes." He looks into the man's eyes.
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