[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[DrZombie]

Drake

Downtown Denver, The Mile High Bar

Friday evening, December 1st, 2006

Early evening, the sky is a sickeningly beautiful purple pink. The bar smells of smoke and cheap liquor. Drake a had a set for later in the evening, the place was a dive, well not totally it maintained a semi-sense of respectability and the lax standards of the owner made it a hot spot for young people in High School and College to congregate and party.

But that was all just background noise to the young man. A woman sitting in a booth by herself drew much of his attention. She had long blonde hair, and pale skin. She wore a heavy leather jacket over a dark shirt and body hugging jeans tucked into black boots.

A scar worked its way across her beautiful face, from the left eye, across her perfect nose, ending just under the right eye.

Mmmmh. Lovely girl in a place like this? Yeah right. Where's the catch?

Drake motions tha bartender closer.
"What's with scarface over there? She here often?"

 

[Graf]

Camera

Camera hears something shuffling in the snow behind him. Then a low growl, a canine’s growl fill's his alert ears. The growl is feral, not the tamed growl of a neighbor’s dog, this had the spirit of the wild, the snow, and the hunt behind it.

Camera swallows, and shifts glancing behind him.
Anxious, he hunches his huge form over even more and picks up the pace.
He's keeping himself on the sidewalk and wishing that one of these people parked their damn cars out on the street like normal folks so he'd have a better place to hide.

 

[Tokiwong]

Mmmmh. Lovely girl in a place like this? Yeah right. Where's the catch?

Drake motions tha bartender closer.
"What's with scarface over there? She here often?"

The bartender shrugs, “Never seen her before, got a nice body, that scar just don’t go with that face.” The grizzled old man shrugs, “A man could do worse I suppose.”

Camera

He turns and he sees nothing but paw prints in the snow. But the feeling persists that something is watching him, the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. An old man in a heavy coat walks his dog, a small slip of a dog, and gives a gulp as he walks by Camera, a flustered look on his face.

A stray cat watches him pass, and begins to follow the large black man.

Ariella

Officer Richards looks at her palms, “So what am I looking at here?”

Even Ariella has to second guess herself, there is no blood on her palms or the radio…

Piotr

Outside the chilly evening air moves over his exposed skin. The street is lined with vehicles and the strip club next door is already doing brisk business. One of the dancer’s is standing outside having a smoke, dressed in casual clothes before her shift starts.

She had those eyes that made men melt, and a body that had seen the gym more times in a week then most people may see in a year. She had pale skin and blonde hair, her cigarette was like a beacon, and she always smiled at Piotr when they had their chance encounters which consisted usually of her smoking and him closing up shop.

Faith

Esther shrugs, “It looks cool,” she takes the book and flips through it, “I guess we can hang out around here, as lame as that sounds.”

“You really don’t think any of this spell ceremony stuff is like going to work right? I mean it looks cool, but let’s face it, if this stuff were real I would be summoning up Heath Ledger and a really nice car,” Esther says shaking her head.

She sets the book down, “I am so bored.”

 

[Shayuri]

Oh good one. That's gonna do me a lot of good around the force. Ari, the new girl...oh, and did you know she's crazy?

She quickly rubs her hands together and shakes her head. "Nothing...sorry. Just messing with you a little. Hey, mind if I get out for a second? Stretch and get some fresh air? I think I'm just getting a little stir crazy in here." She unlocks her door and starts to open it, hoping Richards won't mind.

 

[Graf]

"Jumping at nothing now," Camera mutters to himself.
He follows behind the cat for a bit. Animals sometimes have fun places to hide.
If it doesn't do anything interesting he'll head home.

 

[DrZombie]

Drake

Drake grins at the bartender. "Well, guess I'll do a soundcheck now, before we're too busy. Just make sure she gets something to drink from me while I play, 'kay?"

He walks up to the sound technician to arrange matters, then goes to grab his guitar and walks onto the stage, plugs in his guitar and starts to play a cover of Tom Waits, Blue Valentines (a slow, melancholic song), as allways singing and playing as if the world has ceased to exist.


She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines


(OOC performance guitar 11/10/8/7/5/3/2/2 reroll 10 : 6
Performance singing : 10/10/8/7/6/5/5/3)

The bartender shrugs, “Never seen her before, got a nice body, that scar just don’t go with that face.” The grizzled old man shrugs, “A man could do worse I suppose.”

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr smiled in return, perhaps he should take a moment and strike up a conversation with her? Why not? It was about time he made a friend, if he could call them that, that wasn't a customer. After taking a couple of steps he paused, then hopped back to finish locking the front entrance to the store. Pretending as though he hadn't made the mistake he walked over.

"Smoking's bad for you, you know," he said, not quite serious.

He pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit up one of the remaining few. He had promised himself it would be the last pack he'd smoke, although admittedly if he was serious he'd have thrown the pack out.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith picks the book up and smiles at Esther, "I don't think spells really work like that, not for real, not the stupid stuff anyway, a spell is suppoused to be like a prayer to anyone else, from what I read. I don't think everyone's prayers come true either though, so its all just really how people pray right? Some people do it in a church, others in a mosque, and I get to do it naked in the woods." Faith says grinning and sticking out her tongue, not at all serious.

"Well, we can get dressed and then do whatever it takes to make you unbored, how is that? What do you want to do?" the pink haired teen asks as she slips her book back into her backpack and grabs her other bag, the one she had brought over the other day with all her party clothes. Her mom and dad knew she went to parties, even they weren't that oblivious, but she definitely didn't let them see her party clothes, she always dressed at a friends house. "You can help me pick what to wear, and then we can get out of here." The girl said, pulling a few skirts and tops out of the bag, they were all neatly folded. The first oufit she held up was a pink tube top with the words "Smart is Sexy" with a black skirt halfway to her knees and thigh-high black velvet boots. The next outfit replaced the skirt with a pair of leather pants, but kept the boots on top of the skin tight pants. Another possible top was in a vaguely oriental cut, a red silk sleeveless shirt with gold bands at the collar, waist, and where the sleeves ended at the shoulder, as well as a band going diagonally from the collar to the waist.

"Which one do you think?" Faith asks as she starts to undress down to her panties and bra, she had taken a shower last period in Gym so she didn't need another one, she'd just need to do her make up before they left.

 

[Tokiwong]

Faith picks the book up and smiles at Esther, "I don't think spells really work like that, not for real, not the stupid stuff anyway, a spell is suppoused to be like a prayer to anyone else, from what I read. I don't think everyone's prayers come true either though, so its all just really how people pray right? Some people do it in a church, others in a mosque, and I get to do it naked in the woods." Faith says grinning and sticking out her tongue, not at all serious.

“Prayers are for uneducated people who really don’t understand how the world works. I mean why have spells if they don’t have any real power to get what you want,” she shrugs.

"Well, we can get dressed and then do whatever it takes to make you unbored, how is that? What do you want to do?" the pink haired teen asks as she slips her book back into her backpack and grabs her other bag, the one she had brought over the other day with all her party clothes. Her mom and dad knew she went to parties, even they weren't that oblivious, but she definitely didn't let them see her party clothes, she always dressed at a friends house. "You can help me pick what to wear, and then we can get out of here." The girl said, pulling a few skirts and tops out of the bag, they were all neatly folded. The first oufit she held up was a pink tube top with the words "Smart is Sexy" with a black skirt halfway to her knees and thigh-high black velvet boots. The next outfit replaced the skirt with a pair of leather pants, but kept the boots on top of the skin tight pants. Another possible top was in a vaguely oriental cut, a red silk sleeveless shirt with gold bands at the collar, waist, and where the sleeves ended at the shoulder, as well as a band going diagonally from the collar to the waist.

Esther nods walking to her closet.

"Which one do you think?" Faith asks as she starts to undress down to her panties and bra, she had taken a shower last period in Gym so she didn't need another one, she'd just need to do her make up before they left.

“Well,” she says her back still turned…

Faith can see herself in Esther’s full length mirror, but the image that looks back at her is disturbing. It is her body but with long scars that bleed, rending her flesh. One hand is drenched in blood and a beating heart occupies it.

The other hand holds Esther’s severed head, the eyes glazed over with fear…

Piotr

The stripper smiles, “Cute accent, where is that from?” She inquires cocking her head taking a deep drag. The bright ember of her cigarette glows like a miniature sun. She continues to smile seductively, but her demeanor seems very approachable.

Drake

Won’t have to worry about dice rolls just yet, but thank you, and I will try and do the ones that matter doing combat and such, did you use a sight to get the numbers generated? Just curious.

The bartender nods, “Sure thing.”

The sound check goes off without a hitch; at the end the woman claps slowly. And then tips her now filled glass towards Drake. She takes a hearty draught and then stands. She brushes the hair back from her scarred face, she does not smile but she does look at Drake with a focused gaze.

Camera

The cat, brown in color stares at Camera for a long moment before turning and walking away from the large black man. The stray cat pauses looking over its shoulder; in many ways this cat is the most cat-like cat he has ever seen. As strange as that sounds, it oozes the aloof and detached manner of cats, but seems to have a savvy way with the street and urban life.

Or at least Suburban life.

The cat meanders into an empty lot of trees, away from the sidewalk across the built up snow.

Ariella

Her partner relaxes slightly, “Alright well take your time, and don’t get stressed out too early. We got a whole shift to work through, once I finish eating we can patrol some more. You sure you okay?”

Outside she sees what looks like an exotic dancer talking to another man, probably setting up an after shift rendezvous. That wasn’t uncommon in this part of town, or at least she had been told.

 

[Shalimar]

"Your talking to the wrong girl Esther, my parents did name me Faith after all." the teen tells her friend smirking at the joke. She holds up the pants and pink shirt against her skin to see how they would look on her in the mirror. The girl drops the clothes in shock when she sees herself covered in blood. Gazing raptly at the disturbing blood-soaked image she moved closer to the mirror with her eyes widening in horror.

Faith began looking back and forth from the hand holding the bloody heart to thematchig handbreathing rapidly, not wanting to look at the other hand in the mirror, to see what it held. This...this wasn't right, it wasn't possible...was it? She reached out to touch the mirror, her eyes wide as saucers. "Wha...whats wrong with this mirror?" she asks her voice low and husky.