{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Valara]

this is shalimar, wrong log in name

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina sighed at the mention of interview clothes, they were stuffy, and heavy, and secretly she thought they were pretty ugly. The hose and the skirt wasn't so bad, and neither was the sweater, but having to wear a blouse under it, and some-times even a blazer was no fun, not at all. She had worn the whole outfit everyday for school, minus the blazer which she had kept in her locker as often as she could. She had gotten away with a few alterations though by looking into through the rule-book very hard. She had worn a lilac skirt with pink hose, and a silk lilac blouse under a pink v-neck sweater vest.

When he set her down she marched dutifully through the open door, heading to her room, her lips turned downward in a frown. Swiftly she went through the often repeated motions of dressing for school, adding a few finishing touches as she strolled back to the study on her black boots, they weren't really boots, not really, they were really only velvet from the ankles all the way up to the top of her calves where they ended, they had a small zipper along the back. The only Jewelry she wore was the necklace from Vychtorya, and a ring that was her mothers that she wore on her thumb.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Gabriel nodded with satisfaction, his fangs lengthening. "Good...", he said, a half second before his fangs tore into the mortal's neck.

The vampire groaned with pleasure as the officer's blood flowed into his mouth and down his throat. No matter how many times he did it, the act of feeding was never something he got used to.

Gabriel stopped himself before taking the mortal over the edge. He didn't want to leave a drained corpse behind. He licked the wound closed, and dropped his prey to the ground.

Wiping his mouth clean, he strode over to the others just in time to see the creature shrivel and apparently die. He looked at the others. "What did you do?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

originally posted by reapersaurus
"Are you hearing whispers on the wind this eve?"

"Tremere aren't the only ones allowed to know things, friend," Max says with a smile, "Did you expect this Brujah to be an uneducated grunt? Anyway, how did tasting the creature's blood help us? I hope it was worth it considering."

Maxwell grimaces at the appearance of the child.

A living piece of decay. If it wouldn't be useful to him I'd kill it. Degenerate little creature, yech. I'm throwing this outfit straight into the laundry pile when I get back.

originally posted by reapersaurus
"Could you assist us over here for a minute, G?"

"G?" Max says, then looks to Gabriel, then Legba, then David, then back to Nikolai, "You're talking Gabrial right? He's white. You too, last I checked."

Max peers intently at Nikolai for a minute intently, "Nope, still white."

He sees Nikolai struggle with himself and smiles again, but ironically.

"Hehe, a feeling I know all too well. But seriously, don't look at the crime on a personal level, detach yourself. Its better that one is unbiased when investigating something of this calibre, don't want your emotions carrying you away. Could lead to bad decision making," Max says, and is about to continue when the child yells something in french and dies.

Max recoils, cursing loudly.

"What the fck!? I mean, my french may be rusty, but did it say 'Red Poet'? I thought that guy butchered lovebirds not ate corpses," Max says, shock evident on his face, he composes himself and continues, "Well, this is a big case, and there doesn't seem to be much to go on at first glance. I wonder what the NYPD detectives will make of this?"

Max looks at the body of the child again, shuddering with disgust for a moment he turns to Gabriel.

originally posted by Ashrem Bayle
"What did you do?"

"Wasn't us, the thing had some contingency I'd guess. Killed itself rather than allow capture, ya know?" he replies.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Caitlyn walked in companionable silence, letting Carrick lead the way back to the study at his leisurely pace. The call of the running tide, wild and clear, that could not be denied, pulled her back toward that room once again where a man and child awaited them. Her fingers moved slightly against the softness of the silk shirt that the man wore, but he didn’t feel so soft beneath that.

She inhaled deeply wondering if she could catch his scent while so close. A woman could tell many things about a man by his scent, but his was mixed with the clean Jasmine fragrance of her shampoo.

Yet soon they stood framed in the doorway of Nathaniel’s study, tall and fair-haired versus delicate and dark.

Smiling warmly at both uncle and niece, she couldn’t help but glance after the child as Sabrina left. The expression on the child’s face didn’t look particularly pleased at all. What had happened here?

Then her eyes alighted again on the striking regal figure of Nathaniel and she gazed at him for the longest time, her mind listening to the song that played across his aquiline features and into his raven hair. For a wind's in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels. Nathaniel Montague, what are you doing to me?

“I hope everything’s alright?”

 

[Catulle]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

"The better now that we are assembled, Caitlyn. Mr Cooper will drive us to Ms Fayrchyld's club presently. I trust that you did not bore Ms Tran with talk of finance, Carrick?" The way in which light reflected on the Montague patriarch's eyes suggested joviality, though his bearing did not.

Carrick stepped gracefuly across the room to collect a jacket from its resting place, draped over the arm of one of the ample chairs by the fireplace. He donned it quickly, pausing to adjust the drape. "I'm sure Cate understood far more of our conversation than I, Nathan. In the struggle to keep up, I fear I may have slipped to parroting my teachers' arguments whole cloth. If I may be so bold, I'd suggest keeping an eye on the lady - I've not seen so much promise since... well." The Toreador and the Ventrue exchanged a silent, level look, each meeting the other's eyes for a long, awkward, moment.

Nathaniel, relaxed a little first, offering his hand to Caitlyn with a smile and a bow of his head. "Madam, will you accompany me?"

The taller, fairer man looked to Sabrina in turn, "Well, Sabrina, I think I'll enjoy introducing you to Maria. Let's see what your brother and Vychtorya have been preparing for us, yes?" He cast a conspiritorial glance to the child, indicating Caitlyn and Nathaniel with his eyes, and winking to her. The next statement was quiet, low-pitched and intended only for the pair of them "I think here is where we're meant to leave your uncle a little room..."

The doors swung open again, admitting Cooper once more. The broad-shouldered man swept a hand to the doors as he bowed. The corridor all but beckoned.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

The harsh crackle of static from the intercom broke the intimate mood of the penthouse appartment for just a moment, before the signal levelled out, leaving Skye's voice hanging, clear, in the air.

"Vych, there's a man in the lounge that says he's one of Carrick's guests. Well, he said he was really here for you, as well. A tall guy, thin too, and quite the looker. Kind of dangerous... but I don't think he'd harm anybody here. His card reads S. P. Maslowe... Should I send him up, or will you be coming down?" Her voice trailed off, uncertain and questioning.

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina nodded happily, giving Cate and her uncle time together was definitely a good thing. She was also happy that she was being included in Mister Carrick's conspiratorial look, she took his hand and pulled him from the room with her overwhelming vampiric strength. Once she had pulled him into the hall and away from the singer and her uncle, she stopped pulling.

"What do you think about Miss Cate? Do you think Uncle Nathan likes her? I mean enough to want to marry her? I do, I like her an awful lot, she is so very fun." the child says excitedly to the older cainite. She holds out her arms to him, clearly intending that he should pick her up and carry her. "Carry me." she says giving him a bright dimply smile as incentive.

 

[Catulle]

Frederick Douglas Memorial Cemetery, Staten Island
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

(OOC - Brandt per/alertness 5,5,4,3,1 = botch; Gabriel dex/brawldiff4 10,9,3,3 = 2 succeses; Gabriel gains 5 blood)

The police officer didn't have time to react, as Gabriel quickly took him to the point of exhaustion, passing out a little sooner than he may have in other circumstances. He sagged to the filthy ground in a dark, near shapeless, huddle. One more to lie incognisant, among the exhumed dead.

(OOC - Nikolai self-control 9,9,7,1 = 2 successes, good for 2 more turns)

The searing fury that played across Nikolai's features was clear, though he seemed on the brink of mastering it - shutting down the savagery that lurked beneath every Kindred's facade, their Masquerade. The intensity of emotion returned in a surge as he looked to the ravaged appearance of the decayed carcass before them, and he had to still struggle to train in his temper.

(OOC - Nikolai and Gabriel per/subterfuge - 8,8,6,4,3,2,2,1 and 10,10,6,4,1 = 2 successes each)

To their eyes, the child's corpse appeared in a state of decay perhaps akin to a couple of months' decomposition, circumstances permitting. The state echoed that of the other bodies cluttering the small valley, though it was notable that the man on the tree was considerably fresher.

The temperature had dropped, or perhaps it was simply their perception that it had. The trio of Kindred felt cold, wet droplets touch them as the first flakes of a weak snow fell from the gathered clouds, melting away instantly as they touched the earth. The wind whistled again through the gully and bringing the foul sweet scent of the place back to the foreground of their minds.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Caitlyn...

His voice danced over the air and touched upon her name, plucking it from obscurity to let it loose so indiscrimately upon her cloistered world. A name that never sounded so sweet, so divinely perfect until his lips mouthed each letter for her eyes to devour.

Whatever Carrick had meant with his insinuation, Cate would make an effort to find out later from the man when next they should parry words. She was sure of it. But now, her attention remained wholly focused on the striking man before her.

Certainly, Carrick Ashton's incredible beauty and charisma brought him more than his share of attention no matter where he went, but his friend had something that Carrick did not. And she wondered if anyone else had noticed it...was it her little secret? The way his voice seemed like a rough caress, his eyes that danced in and out of vulnerability, the way he moved...she could watch him move for hours if she could...he was so unique.

Her fingers slid into his hand, sensitive fingertips tracing the fortune groves of his palm as if they could tell his whole life just by touch alone. Smile met smile with a slight inclination of her head, just enough for the highlights in her hair to shimmer in the light, a mixture of red and gold overlaying black.

Just as her lips parted to utter an agreement to Nathaniel, the last part of Carrick's phrase caught her ear - the name freezing her voice momentarily - as she fought down the fear that had become so automatic within the last half hour or more. Vychtorya only a moment, just a moment for her mind to click the words into place and extrapolate the conclusion. Cate, you blind idiot!

Turning her head abruptly, raven hair spilling over one shoulder, she found herself too late ask for Carrick's clarification as Sabrina pulled him outside...but she didn't need to. She already knew. Pulling her hand from Nathan's, she spoke evenly with only a little hint of her panic. "I can't come with you to..." Why couldn't she say the damn word? The name was echoing in her mind, thundering with the woman's frightening face. "...her club. I just cannot. You'll forgive me, Mr. Montague?"

 

[Tory Adore]

Vych turns quickly, but gracefully to face Jemal with a half-frustrated smile upon her lips and brow at the abrupt interruption of their relatively innocent interlude. She touches his smooth face with her left hand as she strides over to the intercom by the bedroom door. Vychtorya tries to sound as professional as possible; hiding the excitement and pleasure tones from her voice at hearing Mazz is one of Carrick’s guests for the evening,
”Thank you my sweet. I will come down directly. Please escort Mr. Maslowe to the Mezzanine if he wishes. Should he choose to look around first, please let him know I will meet him on the Mezzanine at _his_ leisure of course. Umm…Skye?

There was a slight and very brief pause. Vych looked over her left shoulder to Jemal as she continued her dialogue with her “friend” Skye. A slight concern came to resonate in her usually soothing voice, and Jemal, regardless of the words that were spoken could see the real question, that of the striking woman – Carrick’s Sire, echoing with a longing, a beautiful sweetness in Vych’s eyes as she continued to speak,
”Has anyone else presented themselves as Carrick’s guest? Is Mr. Maslowe the first and _only_ to arrive as of late?”