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Post by Storyteller on Jun 18, 2006 10:33:02 GMT
A few hours later, you return once again to your haven, a bit cleaner, and with fresh clothes. Thanks to a quick visit to the rack, your blood pool is now at 8, after spending blood to heal the few unsightly wounds.
You return to your 'cot', and lie down, and fall into dark nightmares as the sun comes up.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 21, 2006 17:32:59 GMT
You awaken to the new night, climbing stiffly to your feet.
1 Vitae lost, putting your pool at 7, unless you want to heal all damage (X///), which would put it at 4.
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Post by artman01 on Jun 22, 2006 3:38:45 GMT
I get up and walk around the room and heal all my wounds. dam that was one hell of a night. I wonder what that was all about. If I can get more info who knows i may beable to use it somehow. I get dressed and clean and sharpen my knifes before putting them on. I grab my phone and check my messages. lets see if I have anything pressing to do now. If I have nothing then i will go out and feed.
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 22, 2006 4:10:27 GMT
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Post by Smoothie on Jun 23, 2006 4:30:36 GMT
We'll be at club Spiral in one hour. Come when you can. |
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 26, 2006 12:30:44 GMT
You catch some of the night-stragglers, returning home early from the bars and clubs. Their alcohol-rich blood gives you a strong buzz, and you return to your haven elated, and fully sated. Full blood pool
The time for meeting the others, if, of course, that is your plan, draws closer.
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Post by artman01 on Jun 26, 2006 15:04:27 GMT
Well i guess its now or never. time to findout whats happening. I take a cab to the club.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 30, 2006 16:42:45 GMT
About 15 minutes later, you arrive outside the club. Paying the cabby, you step outside, moving fast to the cover of the outside of the club building; sheltering from the pouring rain that's started up.
The doorman, a burley fellow, wearing a suit, looks across at you, interestedly.
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Post by artman01 on Jun 30, 2006 18:54:05 GMT
I stepup to the doorman and smile hey whats up.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 1, 2006 23:19:36 GMT
"Mr. Loderl?"
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Post by artman01 on Jul 2, 2006 14:49:16 GMT
"Ah good Im expected. Yea thats me."
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 4, 2006 12:34:32 GMT
"There's a meeting set up in one of the back rooms. The door is just next to the bar; ask one of the staff to let you in."
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Post by artman01 on Jul 4, 2006 21:26:48 GMT
"Alright thanks man." I walk inside and do a quick look around. If I dont see any familiar faces then i will go to the bar and ask about the meeting.
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Post by Storyteller on Jul 25, 2006 10:15:14 GMT
You approach the barman, and when he sees you, he nods at you, and points to the door next to the bar. You step up, take an unnecessary breath, and open it. You follow a corridor to the right for a few meters, and step in through another open door.
The room is small, and quite dark, the low lighting focused on the table in the middle, less like a board meeting, than an underground poker game.
Seated at the table are Michael and the woman you rescued yesterday, on the far side of the room from you. Both of them look in a considerably better state than last night.
Close to the door is seated Treyvon, and next to him, Wic. The conversation that was going on before you came in stops, and Michael addresses you.
"Yet again, thank you for your assistance with the 'incidents' of yesterday. I believe we just have on more of you to arrive, if she decides to appear."
Move to main RP board
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Post by Storyteller on Aug 20, 2006 10:08:07 GMT
You're second to leave the club, after Trey. It's quite a busy night in this area, with quite a few people crowding the pavements round the club, not to mention the entry queue that's built up.
You hail a cab, and head back to your haven. It's far enough away that you'll need a fairly quick turnaround time.
You grab your throwing knives, and conceal them, before sheathing your larger blade in your jacket. It's never comfortable this, but it's still satisfying, feeling the safety of the blade so close at hand. Just hope you don't get searched while carrying it. Never happened before, so, you're not worried.
Anything else you need to do before heading back? It was a 20 minute ride getting here, so, realistically, you need to leave in 15 to get back at the same time as the others.
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