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Post by lordxim on Jul 18, 2014 19:31:02 GMT -5
I was sitting in a corner booth , Chowing down on my Denny’s grand slam platter, the Whispers hid my face to make me no one. Hell the waitress Doesn’t know how to bring more coffee. Bitch. Nickles said he would meet me. Well i'm going to not look like some creepy shadow skulking in the corner and stuff my face.
Now remember kids this old school food taste like shit... Yes iv eaten shit Next time you go to necropolis keep your mouth closed. So the food has nothing on the blood NOTHING! But you have to keep up appearances. You know the whole not being a mythical creature thing.
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Post by kevorkiandoctor on Jul 18, 2014 21:31:37 GMT -5
(LordXim please remember the Template for your character post) [Nickles, Nosferatu Clan Status 3,Blood Potency 4 / Humanity 4 /Defense 3 /Unyielding Mask/ Vitae 10/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ] Nickles never could understand these odd meeting places Ink chose they were so different from what he was used to, but then again thats why he embraced the young man. He is new, he is a breath of fresh air, he's breaking the mold, but Nickles didn't have to like it. It took the cigar out of his dry mouth and place it in the ash tray of his classic black car then he took off his driving gloves tosses them in the glove book and exchanged them for his white cloth ones. There was the right glove for the right occasion after all. Out of the car and passing through the half busy parking lot, mortals were always eating they were hungrier then kindred if you asked him. He wore the shadows to make himself appear more as he did as a man. He was shorter then most and just shy of stocky, a middle aged man with classic looks that wouldn't be considered "handsome" not with a nose like his. Some Jews just had big noses, what? His mother thought it was beautiful. "Doll." He nodded to the hostess as he took off his hat. "Just here to meet my boy." His accent never did loose it's Chicago edge. The Hostess looked just a little unnerved when he motioned to Ink with his hat and maybe even a little pale? Nickles held down his frustration, did the boy forget the Mask again? "No I'll seat myself, thank you." She looked more the a little relieved. "Ink my boy," He said loud enough to be heard near by if anyone bothered to listen This was Denny's after all not a place where many paid attention.....damn the boy was good.  |
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Post by lordxim on Jul 19, 2014 6:51:01 GMT -5
 [Mr. Ink/ Def(3)/ Unyielding Mask 4, Blood Potency 1 / Humanity 7/ Vitae 9/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ] “Coffee!?” I held up my empty mug. “Madam? Totally not getting a tip.” that's when I spotted my sire Nickles. Ahh always so well dressed that man. Me I was wearing my dark Grey hoodie, and Torvak hungers Tee-shirt. Nickles always made me feel like I was under dressed. “Well hey, Hey there pops!” I pressed the back of my hand to my chin and wiggled my fingers to him. “Im sorry to have started eating without you, I didn't want to draw attention to myself, now it seems I get the same attention of a white crayon.” |
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Post by kevorkiandoctor on Jul 19, 2014 14:50:04 GMT -5
[Nickles, Nosferatu Clan Status 3,Blood Potency 4 / Humanity 4 /Defense 3 /Unyielding Mask/ Vitae 10/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ] Pops? This kid. "I dont think it was eating not eating." A half snickered he sat down sitting his hat to one side and taking off his hat and sitting it in the seat beside him, he then slowl and carefully took off each glove and placed them together in the hat. "Most people panic seeing a man in the mask," Before he could do anything stupid he added, "Don't bother now, might raise questions." He hid his irration as well and just smiled. "Ink I snaggled you a new gig." He folded his hands as the lady poured his coffee, giving her his attention. "No creams, thank you," "How do you feel about spending a few days in Durham and making ten grand?" |
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Post by lordxim on Jul 19, 2014 15:26:48 GMT -5
[Mr. Ink/ Def(3)/ Unyielding Mask 4, Blood Potency 1 / Humanity 7/ Vitae 9/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ] I looked at him and tilted my head and looked at my sire. “i would have to say, I'm listening, because ten grand never falls on my lap without strings....like the whole girls boarding school thing.” I tilted my head back straight. “oh I love your haberdashery by bee tee dubs.” Nickles was almost like my pimp, if by pimp the one who lines up jobs for me to steal thing then yes pimp. |
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Post by kevorkiandoctor on Jul 19, 2014 17:15:28 GMT -5
[Nickles, Nosferatu Clan Status 3,Blood Potency 4 / Humanity 4 /Defense 3 /Unyielding Mask/ Vitae 10/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ]
The Girls Boarding School Nickles had a moment of silence for that and moved on quickly without saying another word about it. Clearing his throat as a sign of discomfort at the monstrous act Ink was able to just joke about. "Yeah..."
Suddenly a folder was in his hand as he laid it on the table and slid it across setting under his breath, "Don't open it here." then saying only a little louder. "Doing this won't be easy as." Boarding School in mind again, it was looking shooting fish in a barrel with a grenade. Ben Zonah Never knew he had it in him. "...that. It's going to take a lot of finesse." His accent was heavy in that last line.
His eyes were more then a little intense as he looked at the boy, he had a lot of boyish charms. Very roguish. A lot like himself at that age. "You've proved your salt more then a few times and that's why you're my best, I just need you to do it again." He smiled just a bit. Nickles was watching him to see his reaction
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Post by lordxim on Jul 19, 2014 18:00:17 GMT -5
[Mr. Ink/ Def(3)/ Unyielding Mask 4, Blood Potency 1 / Humanity 7/ Vitae 9/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ]
So Nickles knew just what to say. “Alright fine ill walk into this one.” ink weighed the envelope in his hand. “this plain domestic shit... not doing it for me any who. So since I have you here whats with the Fire brands giving all us freaks free stuff at Sunday school? Hell iv had free doughnuts but the coolers of juice... you know what gives?”
the carthians kept handing out Blood packs to the Nosferatu at church was a very new change of events. Hell almost insulting if you ask me. Never trust political groups handing out free stuff.
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Post by kevorkiandoctor on Jul 19, 2014 18:59:12 GMT -5
Nickles rolled his eyes, "It's about Blood Control which we need to support." He was smirking at this. "Stop kindred from feeding among mortals and spreading diseases, risking the masquerade. It's not safe and it's barbaric. We need to switch of a steady a free share of donated blood."
His mask of serious belief in the idea barely cracked, "So you see we need to get behind this for the good of Family,"
Composure Roll
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Post by lordxim on Jul 19, 2014 19:03:44 GMT -5
IhJIAIoM (itn+emp)
[Mr. Ink/ Def(3)/ Unyielding Mask 4, Blood Potency 1 / Humanity 7/ Vitae 9/ WP [x][x][x][x][x][x] Health [][][][][][][] ]
“Sure....” I tilted my head to the right. “Sooooo, um im going to go Brood on the roof of a building and read this, um you got this?” At that I scampered out of the Dennys. I was working my way up to a full run, I was starting at a jog as I stuffed the envelope into my ergo-backpack. And then once I was zipped up I was off at a full sprint. Nickles thought I dine and dashed but I had already paid. Every foot step was building as I ran head on at the building in front of me. I could almost hear my heart beating as I launched up no magic no blood all me. I reached up and garbed the floor of the fire escape. Swinging my legs forward to give me some momentum for the back swing, and up I went. Each of my movements was in tune as I grabbed up to each new rung flowing up the fire escape to the roof. Once I was on the roof I let the shadows cover me, no one would see me as I ran closer and closer to the edge. Thats when I used the blood and up I went. I felt like I was flying as the roof of the next building came closer, and closer. I rolled into my land and I was back on my feet as I slowed my forward draw. Until I came to a stand still and I opened the letter.
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Post by kevorkiandoctor on Jul 19, 2014 23:41:21 GMT -5
You've found yourself a nice secluded roof top, you're dead, but still filled with life and despite being dead you're still breathing heavy, but no sweat clings your shirt to your skin. It's been so long you forget what it feels like sometimes and deep down somewhere that scares you. You don't let that sink in to well you have work to do and have to focus.
You take a drag off your cigarette as you prop the folder in your lap and begin looking through the pictures. There is less information then normal.
A picture of a box with a sticky notes that says know how much you love these and you can almost hear him laughing his flimy throat laugh.
Alright Ink we don't have a lot to go on with this one. They're really putting you to the test here. The customer wants you to locate this "sacred" box and bring it back. We really don't have a lot to go on here so you're going to have to dig on it, but I'm not going to leave you too far out in the cold. We know its in Durham, and we have reason to believe something like this would be kept in one of them Dragon Nest.
Lord knows they have a dozen of those, but you've always been a lucky one so I have faith you'll find the needle in the hay stack. Ink just don't kill anyone on this one, this is very low profile
Its a short note and its written in a neat hand. He write just like he dresses, sharp. There are more drawings of the box from different angles as well as notes for how to handle with care.
- Do not shake the box
- Do not drop the box
- Do not expose the box to heat
- Do not open the box under any circumstance
No this want be hard at all Ink you got this.
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