Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Cynical Cat]

"I'm listening," O'Banion replied.

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"They aren't human," Helen said. "Human blood doesn't make you strong. Doesn't heal your wounds overnight. They're strong. They take what they want. We're prey or property to them." She belted another one down. "Better to be a favored pet than prey. Better to be free and ignorant, but that's not going to happen."

[Bratty]

She listens to her, downing a drink.

"My God...are they everywhere? How many times did you drink from him before you...couldn't leave?"

She regards the tortured soul and wonders if that will be her soon.

[Josh]

"I'm a pragmatic man, Mr. O'Banion. I know that if you aimed your mob at me, I'll go down in the end. But you're a smart man too, and you know that if we go at it, it's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt the money, it's gonna hurt the delivery of product, and it's gonna leave you open for either Torrio and Capone, or those fucknut crazy Gennas. Somebody fucks with me, I got no objections to taking it all the way to the end. But I'm thinking that here, now, we can call it even, go back to doing business. No more hits on either side, everything goes back to usual."

[Cynical Cat]

"It's been three times. He kept me locked up until tonight. I figure three times the charm. I wish to God I knew what he wants from me. I don't want to disappoint him."

[frigidmagi]

Jason wiped off his hands with a towel. He had sent Helen back ahead and grabbed a quickie meal in an alley next to the river he dumped the bodies in. He had tasted terrible. Bastard Irish, would it kill them to bathe every now and again?

Helen was waving around a shotgun, best to make sure she learned how to use it. Least of his problems really, she was smart, make a good hunter.

Wright however, was fucking losing it. Someone was gonna have to keep an eye on him, can't have the hunt boss going psycho, ruins the chances of sucess right? No self control that was the problem. Since people always wanted someone else to deal with the problem, Jason would deal with Wrights has Wright's dealt with Jason's. Seemed fair...ish.

He checked the new clothes. Glack, not to his taste at all. A hunter should blend into the background after all. This suit was not meant to blend at all. Stupid human clothes. Checking himself over one more time and straighting a cuff Jason wondered out into the party.

[Cynical Cat]

"That sounds reasonable," says O'Banion. "No more retaliation, everything goes back to the way it was."

[imperfect vision]

Holden has allowed himself time to look the place over; the up front glam has been wittled away, and what he sees (at least to himself) is a bunch of kine caught up in their own little world. Well, except for the two ladies in the corner who seem to be drowning themselves in booze. They must have seen some serious scheisse to be putting them back without the plastic smiles plastered on the faces of the rest of the crowd.

Of course, another of their breed would hold sway over a joint like this. It keeps the herd close, and with 'no interference'... well, he puts two and two together, so he begins his focus on seeing if he can track those of the blood.

[Bratty]

"Oh you poor thing!" She reaches out and places a comforting hand on her arm. Looking side to side again to make sure the 'help' or 'dead' are not nearby, she whispers to Helen. "We could get out of here. You and me. When they are sleeping. We could make a break for it. Mama could set us up back home. There's plenty of room for you."

[Josh]

He grinned. Assuming the fucking Mick wasn't lying...

Okay, Micks always fucking lied. It was in the blood.

But assuming the Mick was smart enough to keep things cool for a while, he could scotch Cargo's gig, then turn and start building the serious manpower to make his operation the real player in town, make this into a four-way share. Or better yet, feed the fucking Gennas to the other two, the ingrate cocksuckers, and take their place.

"Works for me, Mr O'Banion. Maybe we can go in on some joint deals in the future?"

[Cynical Cat]

Helen grabbed Cassie by the throat. "You dumb bitch! Did you listen to a word I said? I'm his and I won't betray him. And your Wright's. As long as Jason wants to, we back Wright's play. That means you aren't going out that door without Wright's say so. Not that any of the others would let you." She looked Cassie in the eye. "Understand?"

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Holden was wrong, of course. Most of these places were ruled by kine. But he was something better than right. He was lucky. He spotted a brunette in a slinky red dress smoking a cigarrette and eyeing the crowd from her booth.

[frigidmagi]

Jason scanned the crowd. Helen was getting drunk... Great, fuck it. Wright was... Okay, where the hell was he? Office? Yeah sure.

Jason headed for the office.

[Bratty]

She growls as the hand that was patting a comfort for Helen suddenly grabs the hand that holds her throat, hinting of a bit of strength behind it. "Let go," Not a request, her eyes flaring at Helen.

[Cynical Cat]

"Now you're clueing in sister," says Helen as she lowers Cassie to the floor.

[frigidmagi]

A flick of motion caught Jason's eye. Aw Hell, the women can't hold their booze he noted. He decided to break it up. He didn't want to spend a whole fucking night just clean up after people. He wanted to get on with the fucking hunting and hurting.

Gliding up to them he grabbed them and attempted to gently seperate them.

"Ladies, play nice. Enough foolish has occured in the last couple days yes?" Jason said mildly, has he pulled them appart.

[Bratty]

She does not remove her hand from Helen's until Helen releases her.

Once released, she looks at Jason. The scowl softening as his words make sense and echo her feelings, whether accounted for or not, on the matter.

[Cynical Cat]

"Nothing's going on," said Helen. "I was just clueing her in on her new situation."

[Cynical Cat]

"I'll consider it," O'Banion replied and hung up the phone.

[Bratty]

Cassie downs a drink. All blue eyes and smiles as she sets it down and echoes Helen's words. "Yeah, nothing to worry about. Just explaining some things."

Best let them move on. Forget that she is even there. Blend into the woodwork, if she has to be there.

[frigidmagi]

"Nothing's going on," said Helen. "I was just clueing her in on her new situation."

"Has you wish. I am going to find Wright, stay in this room for now Helen." He turnned and headed back towards the office. What was gonna to go on next? Huh? Magic Pirates exploding from the attic? Alien mutant space bats?

[Josh]

He dropped the phone in the cradle. "Yeah, and you can suck my cock, you fucking Mick piece of shit," he said cheerfully. Fucking jumped-up kine had no clue who he was dealing with.

But damn, did he do that one smooth. He was in the process of mentally patting himself on the back when the Dark Angel of Death that liked to sit on his shoulder appeared.

"Hey, Jason," he said. "How ya doin'? Might have this shit with O'Banion cleared up."

[frigidmagi]

"Hey, Jason," he said. "How ya doin'? Might have this shit with O'Banion cleared up."

"Who does that leave us to take care of then?" Jason asked. He trusted this peace idea like he trusted the idea that he could turn to a diet of vegatable matter.

[Bratty]

She feels the rage burn inside of her gut like a knife. She says with a sweet smile and a hint of a growl to her words. "Don't ever touch me again unless you want to see your hands become part of your next meal. Okay, sunshine?"

With that, she turns and strides towards her room.

[Josh]

"Cargo and his assholes. Chicken Boy came in earlier and babbled some shit about his target list, said I was second on it, before he ran like the fucking pussy he is. So I'm thinking we might just take two birds with one stone here, and avoid another fucking war. We go out and put word in the shanties that Chicken Boy is on Cargo, one or the other wins. If it's Chicken Boy, we drop the Sheriff on his ass for unsanctioned Destruction. If it's Cargo..." he shrugged. "We go to war and we bury him and the jerkoffs running his show."

[Bratty]

When she gets to her room, she picks up the nearest object and throws it. GOD what a fucking BITCH!! She was trying to HELP her! She kicks something in emphasis.

[frigidmagi]

"What's stopping me from just draining Chicken Shit dry and dumping him in the river? Whose gonna know?" Jason asked matter of factly.