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On the surface,
an Elysium of unsurpassed splendor. Beneath, something sinister lurks...
OldanVisuce *in a thick Romanian accent* Was good, no? Big scary monster, eh? The boogie-man to all Kindred. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Oldan Visuce, entertainer,entrepreneur, and of course gentleman. *makes a lewd tongue gesture in Lilith's direction* Don't all of you think you are far too serious. Mr. BigToughGuy that wants to be Mr. BigShotRulingWorld. Have you not died once already, why go on reliving a wasted, lifeless, uhhhh unlife? We have been given a second chance to uhhhh live. Would you like to buy Rolex? *opens up his leather jacket to display about a dozen and a half of sparkly watches* Only $50, is good watch. Gold. Lifetime guarentee for additional $50. Good buy, yes? No? you dont want watch. Bah! What a fool, is 24 karat gold. You pay $5000 for watch like this in jewelry shop. *one of the watches drops to the floor and shatters* Whoops, defective model, must talk to supplier. See, good reason to get guarantee with your new watch. Never have to buy new watch as long as you... uh live. *sigh* Alright, fine no watch for you. You mean guy anyway, being Sabbat and all. *makes an illusion for all to see of Oldan giving Larson a wedgie* *Looks at Jules* Someone looks like they could use Brand New Bridge! Have title right here, you business clan like real-estate, right? Real deal, only $5000. Is toll bridge in Romania. Make thousands of Turkish Leira a week. *frowns* Of course is real bridge, you think Oldan lie? You hurt my gypsy honor and pride! A gypsy lie? Bah! You big American business men think you know everything. You dont know of the LEGENDARY honor of the gypsies? *Looks at Szandor* I dont think you soooo ugly. In fact, you pretty to my eyes. *Proceeds to pinch Szandor's cheeks* Youu sooo cuuuuute. No smell good, but cute anyway. *Sits down in a booth by himself and says to no one in particular* Maaaaybe sound strange, but Oldan is wondering, Just where the Hell am I? One night I am Roaming thru Detroit with gypsies, I go to sleep for day, I wake up, am in new city and gypsies nowhere to be found. Just me, my ghoul and a Winnebago. I find Elysium, and BOOM! here is Oldan. But where is here? *Makes illusions of flashing neon signs for all to see. One above Larson that says "Ooooooh, SCARY" One above Jules that says "High Strung". And one above Szandor that says "Don't hate me cuz I'm Beautiful" GothicHeresy *laughs heartily* Oh, and the... stench, I believe it was called? Eau de Toilette, in the modern sense... >>Szandor, Clan Nosferatu Stercus He is known just as 'Jack',
from the Milwaukee Brujah clan, leader of the Outlaws biker group, he
runs the streets though Milwaukee... Shadow_Walker *The song comes to an end, and more sounds come, this time of Amazing Grace sung perfectly* *Amazing Grace ends, and the words to "Oh, Father" by Madonna are heard as the sound gets closer* The Kindred in the room realise that several people must be coming because all of the songs are sung with appropriate backup vocalists. But those with more accute senses know that it is just one person. *As "Oh Father" ends a young lady steps into the light. She looks to be about 16 or 17 years old, Red hair, grey eyes, 5'0" in height, and extremely petite* "Hello everybody", she says in a voice that is achingly pure and trained with more discipline than a Olympic Track Star, and behind that voice the perceptive can hear Discipline as well. "Wow, there are more 'Others' here than I have ever seen before. I didnt know this many of us existed. I didnt know this many of us could exist." *As she turns an looks around the room, the butt of a BIG Desert Eagle (TM) pokes out from under her oversized, zip up, emerald green, sweatshirt and the outline of a smaller pistol can be seen at the cuff of her matching emerald green sweat pants, right above her red Nikes (TM)that match the color of her hair.* "Oh, how rude, of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Sassnik Dreameweaver, and I am a Daughter." "Any requests?" is the last thing she saids with a look of hope in her eyes. Sassnik Dreameweaver Durant His partner wasnt back from taking a leak yet. That guy was a something else! A rep. from the Leopold Society! Ha! A bunch of adventuring stuffy proffesors! All this talk about Clans and vampires and such! Pure nonsense! A whisper of a footstep sounded
behind Durant. His hand slowly crawled towards the Superwarhawk. A cold
chill ran up and down his spine as a sudden breeze carried a hint of sour
blood to his nose. Ruthven I have no relation- living or dead to Lambach Ruthven. If he's perturbed by the use his family name, he's yet to express it. I'm old enough to remember when the Guillotine was a new invention but young enough to wonder what really happened at the Convention of Thorns. I think, for the time being,that will suffice." LostBoy Yes, yes, I know it's a tad cliched, but it's fun nonetheless. Here we all are, the young and the old, the foolish and the wise, parading ourselvea around for the benefit of ourselves and others. A bigger pack of liars and cutthroats the world has not seen. A wretched hive of scum and villainy, devils and angels, innocents and not-so innocents. I'm FitzRoy, of the Mnemosyne,
foremost kindred genealogist of the seekers of memory. ------------------ Krouser ------------------ Simon Just kidding. I am really Caine. At least that's what my sire tells me. Just kidding again. You guys are a great crowd. Actually, I am acessing this..... Thingie through the help of one of my childer. I'm sure SOMEONE out there has heard of me, even though I do my best to keep my identity secret. All I can tell you is I'm the leader of the Malkavian clan in Vancouver. But there are no Malkavians in Vancouver you say? Muahaha, and there are no cats in America, either, and all the streets throughout this fine land are filled with cheese. -Take the discipline that the
Giovanni Practice and combine it with the opposite of win. crusader666 "HI!! Im Alaana!!Who are you?"Her eyes very curious of her new surroundings. She consumes alcohol like you've never seen before."So, is there something i can do for you?" she says,in a sexy voice. Then shatters the silence,"Is there anyone you want stabbed! 'Cause I got a sword and stuff! An..An..And this one time, I was stabbin' and some guy came over and was like 'hey!' and I was like 'What?' and he was all like 'Cut it out' and i was like 'No' and he was like..." OOC:there is much more to her conversation but bye this time you've probably left. Point is, she can be rather annoying. And will usually mess things up,on accident of course and on more thing, she makes this face alot... ------------------ Gwynhala his laugh was ordinary, and likely none present took notice of it or whence it came. any who DID notice, perhaps purely as a matter of chance, glimpsed a plain but graceful man in plain, comfortable clothing, clean shaven, mature but not "old" (women will tell you what this means) with dark hair, dark eyes, light skin, and the outward appearance of being - remarkably - happy. those with keener senses, if they noticed him at all, might perceive gwynhala's unliving condition and muse, 'ho hum. another cainite' before going on about their business.
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