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Fortang



Joined: 27 Nov 2007
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:02 am Reply with quoteBack to top

Note: LA= Anarchist territory
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Jonas



Joined: 27 Nov 2007
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:05 am Reply with quoteBack to top

I pushed on the pedal, steering my Nova into the gas station, eyes narrowed as I peered out of the tinted windshield. Autumn leaves rolled over the moist asphault, running with the wind and pronouncing their misleading foot-shuffling noise. The engine roared a few more times as I navigated my car next to the tanks, before letting it roll to a stop. I scanned the area and various faces and pedestrians for a moment, before popping open the door and stepping out. The cold night air hit me like a blast of ice water, and I slammed the door shut without looking back. I walked up to the machine and slid a twenty in, before going through the repetitive gas-pumping motions, slide the nozzle in, cross my arms, wait to die....


Of course it didn't come. It rarely does. I've been a little jumpy lately after that fucking imbecile shoved a knife in my back. Idiot had no idea what he was doing. I snorted, just thinking about it, and shifted my hips to turn and get a better look at my surroundings, the only sounds the scratching, wayward leaves and the flush of gasoline rolling into the Nova's tank.

Yep, shit had been fucked lately. Fucking Prince assigning me a deputy of his own clan, assassin's with foiled plots, fucking Baali. Jesus and his mother in a rowboat, its just ridiculous. Feels like I'm the only competent one around nowadays.

I slid the nozzle back into the pump and hopped in my car, eager to get out of the gas station. As I drove off, I checked my mirrors for any pursuers, but as always, there were none. As I turned onto Santa Monica and took the straight shot, I looked around at my baby, thinking about the damage that's been done to it lately. If these fuckers are gonna kill me, then just kill me. No need to bust up the Nova for chrissakes.


I pulled up outside Elysium, killed the engine, and sat attentively for a moment. It was time to meet the new Primogen, and I had to put on my best badass attitude. Fucking first impressions. I've only been dead for sixty years, and this image shit is already getting old. No wonder the Elders are so heartless.

I opened the door and awaited death for the second time that night, and again it didn't come. I slammed the car door behind me, strode across the street, adjusted my tie, and put on a shit-eating grin.

I'm the sheriff of the fucking Camarilla

I thought, imagining the Sabbat burning.

And this town ain't big enough for the both of us.
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Indeed, it isn't big enough. Sledgehammers are pretty tasty.

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Leannan



Joined: 16 Dec 2007
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 9:14 am Reply with quoteBack to top

My darling Kenneth...I shall take good care of the Nova. Your wit and style shall be sorely missed.
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Never



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PostPosted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 10:38 pm Reply with quoteBack to top

The door to the Pool Hall slides open, and a fairly tall, lanky figure dressed in a tank top and jeans strolls in. A beanie covers his head, a pair of sunglasses resting on his crown, and a cigarette loosely held between two fingers of his left hand. James swings the door shut behind him with the sole of one foot, eyes briefly glancing over the pool hall. Slung over one shoulder is a small bag, upon which his right hand loosely rests near his hip, and a folded jacket rests on his other shoulder. An earbud sends a length of wire from his left ear down into the left hand pocket of his jeans.

Moving over to one of the unoccupied pool tables, James unslings the bag from his shoulder and sets it down upon the green felt of the table, sighing softly. His right hand works as if it were practiced and routine, unbuttoning the flap of the bag and reaching down to pull out a pair of candles in holders, and a stick of incense. The candle-holders are set down in the middle of the table, and the burning tip of the cigarette is used to light the wicks. The cigarette returns to James' lips, and the stick of incense is lit with the flame of a candle. He then pulls out a small book from the bag and flips it open to a page marked with a piece of black cloth.

Gently unfolding the cloth between his fingers, James places it between the two candles on the top of the pool table. In the middle of the cloth is the casing of a .45 caliber round, and it stands upright, glinting slightly from the light of the two candles. Next to it rests a piece of glass on one side, and what looks like the broken piece of a car fender on the other. The casually dressed man flips Martin off over his shoulder with the left hand that bears the cigarette without so much as looking away from what he's doing, before bringing the hand up to his mouth to take a drag. In his right hand, he holds the small book open, and begins to speak quietly. "Requiem ternam dona eis, Domine; In memoria terna erit justus, ab auditione mala non timebit."

"Absolve, Domine, animas omnium fidelium defunctorum ab omno vinculo delictorum et gratia tua illis succurente mereantur evadere iudicium ultionis, et lucis terne beatitudine perfrui." Cigarette smoke rolls from James' lips and nose like the exhalation of a dragon as he continues to speak, "Dies irae, dies illa," he pauses momentarily to take a second drag, "Solvet saeclum in favilla.." More smoke rolls from his mouth, "..teste David cum Sibylla." He sighs quietly, ashing the cigarette fluidly in one of the candleholders as the last trail of smoke escapes from his lips. The book is snapped shut and put away, and the cloth is once more folded up, and he stands there in silence for a full minute.
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Jonas



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PostPosted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:05 am Reply with quoteBack to top

...;_;

-salutes James-

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