{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Festy_Dog]

One week later...

Max slid the fifth .357 magnum hollow point round into the revolver. Long ago, while he was mortal, he realised that the undead are difficult to stop with bullets, thus playing on their thoughts of near invunerability he had made certain to purchase that which they would underestimate.

Max slid the sixth and final round into the revolver, spinning the cylinder before putting it back into place with a flick of his wrist.

One day I'll have to look into getting a shotgun.

He quietly put the weapon into a concealed holster, close to 4 speed loaders.

I wonder if I could get something like a Pancor Jackhammer or a Spas 12? No doubt illegal but no doubt effective.

He went over the velcro straps of his kevlar vest, checking they were secure. He was certain that if fighting another kindred was called for they wouldn't expect him to be wearing a vest.

Hmm, I wonder... what about a grenade launcher? Heh, what about a GMG!? No I'm just getting stupid now, I'm assuming all kinds of things, I'm assuming I'll be fighting vampires for one. I'm assuming I'll be fighting at all. Thats Brujah blood for you I guess, not that I don't like that aspect of it, liking a fight and all. It's just the going beserk thing that ticks me off. This is likely a meeting to do with occult lore and such, that is a more realistic thought... I'll stay armed just in case. I can always hope.

Max throws a jacket on, not bothering to zip it up yet, he currently wears a pair of jeans, boots and a hawaiin shirt underneath the thick vest. The jacket seemed large enough to conceal his shoulder-holstered weapon and armour. Noting the possibility of a meeting based on knowledge and the like he grabbed his backpack, in case he'd be bringing back books.

He took a deep breath, though he really didn't need it, and went outside, locking his door behind him. He turned towards the elevator and noticed it was rising and only a floor below.

That's convenient... Uh, wait a sec.

Just as the elevator door started opening Max started hurriedly zipping up his jacket. To his surprise Caitlyn stepped out as the zipper on the jacket caught, and he quickly spun about, trying to do up his jacket without tearing it apart.

Oh the cons of inhuman strength, will anyone know how many keyboards and mice I've gone through?

He manages to finish zipping up his jacket but is pretty sure that Caitlyn would have caught a glance of what lies beneath, she probably saw his vest at least.

Dammit, I hope she's drunk or high or distracted by something for God's sake!

"Umm... Hi," Max says nervously and gives one of his little waves as Caitlyn approaches.

This is probably going to look bad.

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina and Vychtorya

Wednesday December 11th, 2003
Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague family suite

The lounge that the three neonates were reclining in was quite 'plush'. The armchair that the little girl was reclining, almost lost in, was a rich chocolate colored leather. Her slippered feet didn't even make it off the edge of the large chair. Although it was all very functional, the whole room gave of a vibe of being very old and ornate, an aura of dignity. It was obviously not suited to Sabrina, the seeming age of the room belied its true owner and decorator.

Sabrina had been fairly board over the last week looking towards seeing Miss Cate and Miss Vychtorya again. Her brother and uncle refused to let the girl out of their sight after her antics at Elysium, not that she knew what that was. The explinations of what she could do with her newfound abilities as a vampire were very exciting for her, butt she had been forbidden from using them without permission, apparently she had caused her uncle a bit of trouble when she had made herself the center of attention, something he called prescence.

He had been very serious when he made her promise not to use on on anyone without permission. He made it sound soo bad, I hope Miss Vychtorya and Miss Cait don't hate me now. Well, I'll just say sorry, and it'll be all better. she had thought while she had been waiting for them to arrive. She had dressed for comfort since Jemal had taken her out to feed the night before and probably wouldn't be going out again soon. It wasn't quite fair that she wasn't let out without a chaperone, she was a big-girl after all, and now she wa a vampire, so no one could hurt her, well at least probably not. Maybe she could convince Miss Cait and Miss Vychtorya to take her out somewhere, just the three of them.

She was wearing a pair of small pink sweatpants and a pink hooded-sweatshirt with a picture of Teia from Yugi-oh on it that her mom had picked up for her. Her feet were covered in large furry white bunny slippers that had the cutest pink nose. When Vychtorya had entered the lounge she was greeted with a heartfelt apology.

"I'm very sorry Miss Vychtorya, I didn't mean to use it on you, I didn't even know I could do it." She exclaims tearfully, as lines of red trail down her cheeks as she looks up at the beautiful grown ups face. The childs eye's are very large waiting on her friends response, hoping for forgivness.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Caitlyn’s Current Theme

Carnegie Hill Tenement
December 11, 2002

Cold, so cold this time of year.

Only a short while ago a flurry of goodbyes, congratulations for a day’s worth of hard work on the new songs filled her mind. Now it was only the thought of the cold as Caitlyn Tran sped down the streets on her second-hand sleek black motorcycle, something her parents would never have approved of but had been her first major purchase in New York City.

The hum of the engine rumbling beneath her added a strange harmony to the whistle of the wind and the loud noises of traffic remained the background, a disharmonious orchestra that still enthralled her never-the-less.

Everywhere music…everywhere an inspiration.

As she drove up to her apartment building, the exclusive Carnegie Hill with its view of central park and the reservoir, Cate once again found herself amazed at her good fortune at snagging a rent-controlled apartment. Squeezing the bike backwards in between two SUVs, she kicked down the stand and locked up for the night. Her black leather boots thumped on the pavement, taking her to the doors where a doorman stood.

Antiqued jeans hanging low on her slim hips, a long leather overcoat, dark red cashmere sweater cropped enough to show just a hint of midriff, plus the addition of a thin long scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, Caitlyn presented the perfect picture of affluent youth with the addition of her motorcycle helmet and black driving gloves.

If they only knew…so many secrets in this town.

Caitlyn crossed the threshold into the quiet lobby and then into the elevator. As the machine heaved upwards, she found herself thinking back to the events of last week and the possibility of tonight. Mr. Valentine had been true to his word and the payment absolutely extraordinary. Keeping in touch with such a find as him became her top priority; not that Maria’s nagging didn’t help make it even more so. Her hints that he might have something more than business in mind didn’t help matters either.

Neither Carrick Ashton, Vychtorya Farychyld, or Morgan Thepclay had gotten back to her yet about playing at their clubs. Maybe it was time to do a follow up to their inquiries. It never hurt to keep options open, though she wondered what kind of music they played there. Would the Kindred Knights fit?

And tonight the Montagues. Jemal had been absolutely adorable when he called her up to talk about the details, but Caitlyn recognized his type right away, rich playboy out to add another notch to a well-worn bedpost. I better be very wary of him lest I become notch number sixty-two.

Hopefully the uncle would be in a better mood tonight. A week and a half should have eased the friction between them right? Speaking of which, what was the friction anyway? And why had he been cross with Sabrina? Jemal hadn’t explained that all too well, something about bad moods and such. Right.

The elevator door opened and immediately she caught sight of Max, though oddly enough he was doing a little whirly dance by the front of his door. Sometimes her neighbor could be strange indeed. He looked well padded for the cold alright, but she could have sworn she caught a gleam of a revolver.

“Hey Max!” she called out with a smile, though one eyebrow lifted imperceptibly. More secrets?

Everybody’s everyone’s fool.

 

[Festy_Dog]

He hurries to meet Caitlyn half-way to the elevator, anxious to meet the contact downstairs.

"Well, how's your week been since the get-together?" he asks, trying to hijack the topic of conversation before it went to his gun or armour.

Oh crap, I forgot to talk to the landlord about her rent... I'll do it when I get back. Actually I better talk to Morgan about it, she could deal with it better.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Caitlyn’s Current Theme

Carnegie Hill Tenement
December 11, 2002

"Been pretty busy," Caitlyn responded with a long sigh and cheerful smile. "I feel like I'm working all the time these days. How about you? In a hurry to go do some target practice today?" A long dark eyebrow arched slightly before she glanced down at his jacket and then back up again to meet his gaze.

Where could he be going? Certainly not off to meet Vychtorya Farychyld with a revolver...Oh! Does he know about Carrick Ashton? Should I tell him?

 

[Festy_Dog]

Duh! Target practice! I should have thought of that. Heh, guess I'm lucky there.

"Yeah, just something to do. I haven't been in a while so I thought I'd better brush up on my skills. Never know when they might come in handy," he says with a little shrug, "Anyway, I haven't had much of a busy week, same old, same old. Well I'd better get going, I've booked a place at the firing range and I'm gonna be late the way I'm going."

He smiles and gives a little wave goodbye as he hops into the elevator to head to the ground floor.

Okay, nothing to worry about too much, she doesn't suspect anything I'm pretty sure... I hope...

 

[KitanaVorr]

Caitlyn’s Current Theme

Carnegie Hill Tenement
December 11, 2002

Caitlyn blinked slightly as Max jumped into the elevator and leaving again after yet another quick conversation without letting her get another word in edgewise. Was this a habit with him? He had seemed like such a nice guy at the party when she had first met him and she really thought they could at least be friends.

Then he got all weird after meeting Ms Fayrchyld...though who wouldn't, the woman was gorgeous. They hadn't really talked since then with him always rushing about throwing one-sided conversations at her and disappearing afterwards. Shaking her head, she headed toward her apartment.

Maybe he has bad news about Morgan Thepclay's offer to engage the Kindred Knights and doesn't want to tell me she thought with a slightly disappointed look to her features as she unlocked her door and stepped inside. I really thought she liked the music.

 

[Vychtorya]

Carrick took Vychtorya home, and explained the child's use of Awe on her. He indicated the breach of decorum, but alluded to Nathaniel's difficult position. The two, it would seem, are allies of a long-standing nature, and while sympathetic, Carrick has obtained some compensatory concessions (in the form of information) from the Ventrue for his charge's misbehaviour. Still, he thinks Vychtorya should be careful, or at least aware that the childe is, by blood, Brujah (with all the self-control that entails). He has asked her to set aside a suite tonight at Antiquiites for himself and Nathaniel to meet with another elder.

Vych finishes up the last of the arrangements at Antiquities for Carrick and his guests. “Everything is in proper order,” she thinks to herself. With that, she goes upstairs to her apartment to bathe and get ready to head over to the Montagues’ with Carrick. Still in her satin bathrobe, Vych is getting ready to put on her lipstick when she notices she looks a little paler than usual. “Hmm, it has been awhile. I best have a drink before we go,” she thinks to herself. She finishes her make-up and then makes a quick call downstairs to her “friend”, and club manager. Pretty soon Vych hears the intercom beep and the guard say Sasha is on her way up. Vych leans her head into Carrick’s office doorway,
“Sasha’s coming up for a bit(e).
Then I’ll be ready to leave with you for the Montagues’.”

Vych opens the heavy mahogany, steel-lined door, greeting the beautiful raven-haired girl gripping both of her hands lightly and kissing each supple cheek,
“Thank you for coming up so quickly Sash. I am so very sorry for the short notice. I have just been swamped with all of the preparations for this week. Well, you know how it has been around here. I hate to rush this, but would you mind terribly if I….”
Motioning over to the sofa, Vych’s words trail off as a somewhat glazed but pleasant look comes across the young girl’s face. Their eyes meet and the raven beauty offers herself freely. (OOC - using herd)

Vych could feel Sasha’s vein in her neck pulse against her smooth lips as the warmth of the liquid quenched her hunger. She stroked the girl’s jet-black hair as she closed the wound gently with her tongue. She knew it gave ”them” pleasure too, but no matter how many times, no matter how willing her “friends” were, Vych always felt the need to ask their permission and thank them for their “gift”. (OOC - soft-hearted / high humanity)
”Thank you Sasha.”
Vych paused for a moment looking at how striking the girl was. Lovingly touching Sasha’s face she says,
“Let me get you something to drink. I’ll finish getting ready, and then we can all go downstairs together.”
Vych places a crystal goblet on the shiny black table in front of Sasha, and then heads toward her room to get dressed.

Opting for “warmth” tonight, she selects her lined black leather pants, a white cowl neck angora sweater with a ruby-encrusted rose pin, black dress boots, and a long black leather trenchcoat.
Her hair is still a little damp so she decides to pull it back tight into a bun at the base of her neck and wear her black leather beret tilted on her head to the left a bit.

”Carrick, all of the details have been taken care of for later tonight at the club. We should probably leave now for the Montagues’. We shouldn’t want to keep them waiting,”
Vych says as she passes Carrick’s office on her way back to Sasha.

Grabbing a small red package tied with a white ribbon off of the bar she says,
”You look like you are feeling better Sasha. Carrick and I will walk you down to the club now. If you need anything, you know how to get ahold of me.”

 

[Vychtorya]

She was wearing a pair of small pink sweatpants and a pink hooded-sweatshirt with a picture of Teia from Yugi-oh on it that her mom had picked up for her. Her feet were covered in large furry white bunny slippers that had the cutest pink nose. When Vychtorya had entered the lounge she was greeted with a heartfelt apology.

"I'm very sorry Miss Vychtorya, I didn't mean to use it on you, I didn't even know I could do it." She exclaims tearfully, as lines of red trail down her cheeks as she looks up at the beautiful grown ups face. The childs eye's are very large waiting on her friends response, hoping for forgivness.

Bending down to the child’s level, setting down the little red package, and taking out one of her kerchiefs again, she wipes Sabrina’s tears before they hit her pretty pink sweatshirt.
”I know Precious. Please don’t cry. I understand.

I can do special things too.”
Vych pauses a bit and looks up at Jemal then back at Sabrina.

”Here, I brought you something.”
Still kneeling, Vych gives a little grin and picks up the small red package handing it to Sabrina hoping the package will help stop her tears.

”I hope you like it. I remember you said red was _your_ favorite color too.”
Inside the package was a tiny, red ruby fashioned in the shape of a heart on a gold 18inch chain wrapped in a delicate red, monogrammed hanky with Sabrina’s initials.

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina and Vychtorya

Wednesday December 11th, 2003
Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague family suite

Sabrina's crying slowly ceases as Ms. Fayrchyld takes out another of her beautifully monogramed kercheifs and gently wipes away her tears. Her reasurances, made the small frown that had been the childs mouth turn upwards slightly at its corners, turning itself into a small smile, hopeful smile, a cautious smile, but a smile nonetheless.

[/i]She doesn't seem very angry with me, maybe she's not angry at all. I hope not, she's been soo nice to me, her and Ms. Cate. And Ms. Cate is coming over tonight too, its gonna be so great. Hmm, she said she can do stuff too, so maybe she can show me, and then I can show her it too, I mean she already saw prescence. I can show her how fast I can run, and how strong I am. I be she'll be proud. Her and Miss Cate.[/i]

When Vychtorya handed the little girl her presant her smile widened until it seemed to touch her eyes, making them twinkle as her cheeks dimpled with pleasure. She looked up into the womans face to make sure the gift really was for her before tearing into the paper with a squeel of delight. Slowly she unfolds the red kercheif from around the ruby pendant, and examines it for a moment curiously. Suddenly she understands what the letters are for, SM, Sabrina Montague, the kercheif was for her too, another part of the gift, just like Miss Vychtorya's.

"Its soo beautiful," she exclaimed after examining the pendant for a moment. She threw her arms around Vychtorya's neck hugging the woman in thanks for the exquisite gift. She stays snuggled up against the well dressed woman for a moment before releasing her, slipping the pendant into Vych's hand. Sabrina pushes her hood as far back as possible, and then gathers her her hair and lifts so Vych can put the necklace on her, if she wants to.