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

Charon · Post by **Charon** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:32 pm

Marcus hides a smile behind a hand that he used to cover his mouth as the match lit.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:32 pm

"Hey hey hey!" he screamed, knocking the match away. "What the fuck is this?"

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:34 pm

Holden stands as well... and smirks. Not his domain, he barely has a leg to stand on as it is. He pushes his way through the crowd towards the direction they run, though staying many many steps behind.

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:34 pm

She looks up at Wright. Blinks, and then blinks again. She is in pain. Softly whispered, "You made me miss" as though she was whispering sweet nothings. Something not so lucid is behind her eyes.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:36 pm

He noted the stain between her legs and snarled. "Everybody get the fuck out. Now!"

He punctuated this by stomping the man's ankle, which snapped with a sickening crack.

Charon · Post by **Charon** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:36 pm

Marcus looked down at the man, seeing his pants around his ankles. "You want me to take care of this asshole or do you want the honors? Personally I would enjoy it after what he's done."

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:37 pm

As Wright moves to puncture the guy, she curls into a corner, her knees folding to her chest. Watching his work, every moment of it, she seems like to watch...in a corner.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:37 pm

"Yeah, no fucking shit," he snarled at Marcus. "Now let me handle this."

He pulled a pocketknife from, of all places, his pocket.

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:41 pm

He stops before the door, and steps back...and, given the proprietor's taste for quick acting, assumes the worst for whoever made the transgression, and walks away.

Not his domain... although in a place like this, it's difficult not to think of it as such...

Charon · Post by **Charon** » Tue Sep 13, 2005 10:42 pm

Marcus shrugged and quickly turned to crowd control. He pushed the crowds back and then grabbed the dresser next to the door and slowly slid it in the way. Giving a threatening look towards anyone who came close.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 4:16 am

The man started babbling. "Hey Wright, it's not my fault! The wop told me she wanted it! He said it was okay with you! I didn't know!"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:21 am

"The wop?" he inquired, the knife held up in his hand. "What wop?"

There were a couple around the club, but even for stupid fucking wops he didn't think they were stupid enough to egg this little bastard into fucking the girl he'd put down as off-limits.

He reached down, pulling the man to his foot with his free hand, putting the knife up to his throat. "Which wop?" he repeated.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 10:53 am

"The new guy! The guy you were talking to earlier!"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 11:31 am

He flashed through... two guys who'd fit that category- the Queer Hick, and the Freak.

He snarled and threw the man out onto the floor of the main room, then followed him out, looking for the Freak and the Queer Hick.

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 2:41 pm

Cassie grabs her robe, and ties it, not bothering to clean the stain of transgression against her. Not now at least. Her mind is elsewhere. She follows with a strange calm after the man and Wright, the book of matches in her hand. Something has snapped in her mind. Wright and wrong seem to blend into a blur. She feels detached from herself, an outsider looking in, not even aware it is her moving towards the scene. Others press in, ask if she is okay. She does not hear them. Her eyes and focus remain clear. She does not even notice her cut up hand. Sometime she will, but not now. Not even with the shards sticking out in slivers along the meaty flesh between her thumb and forefinger. Not now, Cassie. Mary has business.

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:01 pm

Holden isn't exactly unavailable. Wright probably catches up to him before he returns to his former spot at the bar. He turns around, hands clasped in what could be their new traditional location, eyes following the slab of meat Wright pushes around. A brow quirks at his urgency.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:16 pm

He grabs the man, holds him up and aims him at Holden, then snarls at him. "This the guy?"

It was around this moment when he realized that Holden probably wouldn't be described as a 'wop'.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:19 pm

"What are you doing here Cargo?"

"Offering you and yours an opportunity. Interested?"

Hard looks were exchanged. "What's in it for us."

"Money. And territory."

"How much?" Avarice danced in eyes.

"Two thousand a head for the real Vees and a thousand for each of your shooters. For one night's work. And you get to kick the Brujah in the nuts and they have to take it."

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:22 pm

Cassie has moved behind them, malice in her intent, she stares at Holden directly, viciously. Her face is void of expression, her sweet lips open, and a tongue darts across, moistening them hungrily.

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:25 pm

He tips his head to the side, that curious southern look on his face once again.

"...You must be joking." His eyes narrow. "You do me a grave disservice, son. Now what's he squawkin' about that brings you to me once again?"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:34 pm

He eyed Holden for a long moment, then gave him what was a bizarre, almost-wry expression for all his obvious anger.

"Sorry," he muttered, before his anger flared again. He stomped the man's other ankle, then dropped him to the floor and kicked him square in the ass, eliciting fresh howls of pain as he shattered the man's tailbone.

"Don't let the fuck go anywhere," he informed the nearest retainer unnecessarily, before he went ot find the Freak.

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:37 pm

She remains with the body that still breathes, that same eerie smile on her face. Her fingers deft as Mary pulls the matchbook from the palm of her hand. Mary says gently, "This will only hurt a little."

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:45 pm

That's not the same girl who was wandering through here less than an hour ago. The telltale scent of blood piques at his Beast. It doesn't take much to put two and two together to tell that a horrible altercation just occurred. "Now, miss.. your benefactor might be needin' the body." He leans forward, only slightly but hushes his voice. "But a little revenge only hurt those that d'served it, right?"

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:54 pm

She allows the match to fall, barely registering Holden's words. She stands as she watches the fire catch on alcohol on the man's body. Her eyes glaze over with satisfaction, reflecting the firelight. Mary thinks she may need a drink.

imperfect vision · Post by **imperfect vision** » Wed Sep 14, 2005 8:59 pm

Holden hangs back as the man would flail randomly. Fire was a potent friend and foe alike. He looks around for a heavy tablecloth or something to douse the man before he could become next morning's headline and draw a bit too much attention to the location.

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