Down at the Docks

[Smoothie]

"I nearly killed you! You are lucky you didn't get a shot off. Therefore, it can still be said you didn't use it and thus, I don't have to kill you.

"On your belly with your hands behind your back. Do as I say and you will get through this with your body in tact." We shall see about your mind!

[Storyteller]

He pauses for a moment, almost as if deciding whether he can make a break for it or rush you, but he must think better of it. As he lowers himself to the floor, he winces in pain, and you finally see his arm in the light, the blood think on top. That's quite an impressive gash you made. Very messy.

[Smoothie]

Victor zip-ties the guy's hands behind his back and his ankles together with enough slack that he can hobble. He then assesses the damage and applies first aid to keep the wound from killing him. Such a waste of vitae. He also goes through his pockets to see what he can find there. However, he doesn't steal from him, he looks for information only.

He then stands him up [or sits him up if he is too weak] and stares him in the eye [Nightmare 3: Eye of the Beast].

Once he is consumed by fear, he begins a tirade, "You toyed with the wrong people and it's time to pay the price." He crouches near him, his face slowly getting closer as he speaks, "You probably wish you were dead... But let me tell you, I'm taking your soul! They probably will tell me or others to come after you to kill you next time! But it won't really matter after tonight, because you'll be so broken nothing else will ever matter to you again! You'll just be a pathetic husk of a man waiting for his executioner for the rest of your days."

He goes on like that for a bit, until he tires of it, then: "I guess you've got the point by now."

He throws the guy's gun into the water and cuts his hands free, then disappears between the buildings, his job done.

Nothing like job satisfaction!

[Storyteller]

You leave the guy sitting down, propped against the wall of the warehouse, shaking. You're sure he would be swaying, but you don't think he can quite manage that yet.

You walk back towards the road, shrouded in the darkness of the night.

Where will the night take you now?

[Smoothie]

The Hunger calls me.

Victor makes sure to wipe any blood off himself and heads out into the night, seeking sustanance.

I respond enthusiastically!

Then he heads to find his contact and report the completion of the job.

[What did he find in the guy's pockets?]

[Storyteller]

How exactly are you going about hunting?

The guy had his wallet, with a few cards, ID, and about $100 in bills; a penknife, a cellphone, and a set of key.

[Smoothie]

He's looking for a lone target. He plans to, hopefully, get them from behind and wrestle them down. But even if they face him, that's his plan. If he has bad luck and they get out of hand he'll use a discipline.

[Storyteller]

Playing for the fast feed (ie. one roll, and quick description)

Wits+Brawl (odd pool, agreed, but good, single combined one): 1 success

You eventually stumble across a man walking, in a long overcoat, away from one of the warehouses. You see a clipboard tucked under his left arm, and a cigarette in the other.

A little late to be stock checking, isn't it?

You don't worry about finding out why though, you simply go for it.

You grab him from behind, and pull him to the ground. He manages to let out a small cry before you cover his mouth and pull him down. Once there, you sink your fangs into his neck, and the blood runs into you once more.

How much vitae are you wanting to take? You're currently on 5 according to my listing.

[Smoothie]

He'll take a max of 5. He'll guage the guy's health to derturmine how much to take. He doesn't want to kill the guy, so not so much as to bring him to the brink of death. Better to find another one later than to leave bodies laying around.

[Storyteller]

4 Vitae taken

The blood flows into you, uplifting you after the moderately stressful night so far. You feel the guy's heart rate starting to take off once you've been feeding for about a minute, so, letting your sense take over, you stop, and sit him down, in a daze, just in the shadows at the mouth of an alley.

He'll be fine.

[Smoothie]

Mmm...

Victor checks his appearance in a car mirror or window under a streetlight, then heads to his contact to make his report on the completion of the night's job.

[Storyteller]

What you have is a number to ring, typed nicely onto an expensive looking business card, so you head to the nearest payphone, and slip the change in. You get an autoanswering machine;

"The Last Cup, Terpsichore St. One hour."

You put the phone down.

You haven't heard of the place before, and you only know roughly where the street is, so you may have to find a map, or ask directions.

[Smoothie]

From the pay phone, Victor makes another call. He calls a cab.

[Storyteller]

A cab arrives within the next 10 minutes for you, and you hop in the back.

"Terpsichore St."

He drives on.

There's a fair bit of traffic on the road, but the journey is still comparitively short.

The cabby drops you at the kerb, and you pay the fare.

A little way up the road, you can see the meet point. A fairly quiet little café, with wide windows looking out onto the street. You can see a few people inside, but you can't make much out from here. Much of the street apart from the café seems to be residential homes.

You hear the sound of the taxi's engine moving away, and you find yourself feeling a little edgy, for what reason, you cannot tell.

[Smoothie]

Trying to shake off the edginess, Victor goes to the cafe and takes a seat in as dark and secluded a seat as he can find, orders coffee, grabs some reading material if availible and attempts to kill the next 45 or 50 minutes uneventfully.