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Post by Storyteller on Apr 7, 2006 10:20:37 GMT
Treyvon/Wic: You both arrive at roughly the same time, in two seperate taxis, and run into each other outside the old theatre, downtown.
It's an old building, as the name implies, and doesn't look to have been in use for some years. The street isn't hugely busy, but there are a few people milling around up and down. Outside the theatre, however, there doesn't seem to be anyone else around. The old front doors are right next to you.
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 7, 2006 15:09:20 GMT
Is he keeping tabs on me?
Wic approaches him with a friendly smile.
No it's not, it's preditory.
"Fancy seeing you here. Any word from our other new friend?"
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Apr 7, 2006 15:44:00 GMT
I see Wic and upward nod at him as I approach. No one can say I'm not punctual.
"Hey man."
I look around for a second then shrug.
"Nope. I haven't seen her since last night."
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 7, 2006 16:06:32 GMT
"Shall we go inside? I have no doubt she will find us."
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 9, 2006 18:54:00 GMT
Ok, let's kick this thing on.
After a brief conversation, you head inside, decided that Jessie will find you, and catch up with you.
You head through the front doors, and into the main 'auditorium' There are a large amount of kindred here already, and it comes. But you're prepared for it. The beast lunges out of both of you, desperate to run from the vast threat that lies in this room, but you fight it back, and after taking a deep (but entirely unnessecery) breath, you proceed into the room, and find some seats.
It's strange, sitting here, like going to the theatre, surrounded by all these vampires. It just punctuates the whole 'masquerade' idea, really.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Apr 10, 2006 19:16:39 GMT
I look around to see if there's anyone I recognize.
"Great turn out."
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 10, 2006 22:10:54 GMT
Once Wic recovers, he smiles darkly and speaks quietly to Trey, "Everyone fears their absence would imply guilt. ...that or they merely want to see the coming violence." He looks around and continues, "Hmmm. Perhaps a heady mixture of both."
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 10, 2006 22:16:53 GMT
You're approached from behind by someone. Jessie's voice rings familiar, but still startles you, and almost makes you leap at her.
"Sorry i'm late gentlemen. Mind if i...err...join you?"
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 10, 2006 22:43:40 GMT
With a preditory smile, Wic says, "Of course not. We wonder about you. How charming to see you again."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Apr 11, 2006 16:46:23 GMT
I hop over one seat, creating a space between Wic and myself.
"It's nice and warm for you."
I smile then make myself more comfortable, placing my foot up against the seat in front of me.
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 11, 2006 23:29:03 GMT
Wic, sitting straight in his seat, frowns at Trey and mutters under his breath, "Amerikanski nye politikskia." Though he's frowning, there's a bit of humor in his eyes.
He crosses his legs in the European fashion and looks around, taking in as much as he can.
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 12, 2006 8:37:39 GMT
The room is abuzz with chatter, and kindred. Trey, you recongnise most of the Lance that you know here, and Wic spots very few people who he knows he recognises.
From what you can see, there seems to be an absense of the more important Kindred; the Primogen, Savoy, Vidal, and the Priscii.
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Post by Smoothie on Apr 12, 2006 14:30:26 GMT
While looking around, Wic leans closer to Jessie, "Did you learn anything more since last night?"
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Post by Storyteller on Apr 13, 2006 12:57:35 GMT
"No. I wasn't able to find my contact; he most likely knows something about all this; whatever it is."
"What about you two? Anything to share?"
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Apr 13, 2006 17:09:25 GMT
I shrug.
"Nope. Nothing new on my end."
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