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Mark Farrel was not a man of faith. But there were times that the culture he was brought up in- which, like it or not, was religious- seeped through. This was one of those times.

"Jesus goddamned F-ing christ!" He shouted into his cell phone.
"Now Mark, is that anyway to talk to your mother?" The voice on the other end held a mixture of bemusement and annoyance.
"At this point I don't care. You can go tell 'Prince' Kholan to shove it. I do have a life beyond his bidding you know! You know how much caffine I drank last year to pass high school with the grades I did? Neither do I, but I'm sure it was enough to shorten my lifespan a few years. Its bad enough I'm stuck going to college at some crappy state university, instead of the college I wanted, at this rate he'll make me flunk my freshman year."
"You don't seem to grasp the gravity of the situation."
"Oh I grasp the gravity all right. I grasp that Kholan sucks at cleaing up his bloody messes. See you around- if I'm unlucky." Mark hung up his cell and removed the battery, smashing it on the pavement.
"Shit-cursed bitch." He muttered, before going on his way.

OOC: Thats just a teaser bit. I need all of you to post what you are doing at this point, or your arrival if your char is normally outside the city. I will be giving each of your characters personalized reasons to get involved with the main plot....

OOC Thread: Urban Fantays RP OOC Thread

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The second his feet touched the sidewalk outside of the airport, Gabriel Kholan pulled out the cigarette he'd palmed back when the plane landed. He knew from experience how stringently smoking was frowned upon inside airports, but now that he was officially outside.

"Shit," Gabe muttered around the cigarette already hanging out of one corner of his mouth. He'd forgotten that he'd had to stow his lighter away in his checked luggage, which one of his father's flunkies was already loading into the trunk of the black BMW. "Hey," he called out to the vampire loading his suitcases away. "Got a lighter?" He held the cigarette out with a friendly smile. The vampire just glared at him.

"I think you're in enough trouble already without smoking in your father's car," the vampire replied neutrally.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe muttered, shoulders slumping as he tucked the cigarette behind one ear and pulled on a pair of sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes from the bright sunlight. So this was how it was going to be, huh? If his father thought he could control Gabe's life just because he was back in the same city as the man, well then Jack Kholan had clearly forgotten quite a lot about Gabe since he'd left for college.

The vampire flunkie shut the trunk and moved to the driver's door, leaving Gabe to climb into the back seat. As soon as he was settled and the car started moving, Gabe pulled his cell phone and scrolled through the contacts. It'd been a while since he'd partied in his hometown, which needed to be rectified as quickly as possible.

A little studio flat at the south east corner of the city... Bordeaux colored curtains tightly shut - not letting any sunlight in from the dawning sun, an alarm clock going off and automatically tuning into a random radio station...
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I don't want the sun to shine I wanna make love (oh Break of dawn)
Just this magic in your eyes and in my heart (Break of dawn)
I don't know what I'm gonna do I can't stop lovin' you (Its the break of dawn)
I won't stop 'til break of dawn makin' love
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The music still playing in the background, Serra finally started to give off a sign of life, her black locks just spread out at random, eyes still closed, she held tight to her pillow for just a little longer. "Hmmm..." followed by a semi loud groan as she sat up straight in bed - still holding on to the pillow, pressed against her face. She did talk to herself whenever there was no one around - and no she didn't have a problem with that either. "6 am already... feels like I've only gotten into bed..." throwing the pillow across to a small two seater sofa, she jumped out of bed.

'Can't be late for the first day at the Art College' both hands on her neck she tried to loosen it up - it had been a little stiff from last night... humming to the tune on the radio, walking into the bathroom where she jumped into the shower. A good hour later she was ready to leave - dressed in her favorite tight, light blue jeans, white sleeveless tank top and black pointy tipped boots, "7.21am" she grinned... "Still time for a lovely breakfast!" with a gentle smile on her lips she walked out of her flat, out onto the busy streets of this big city.

OOC: Hope this is ok XD

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~January~
The car pulled out of the airport, and headed for downtown Indianapolis, to Kholan's home/base of operations. Which, intrestingly enough, was built several stories underneath an anbandoned and dilapitated parking garage.
As they were driving there, Gabe bent down a moment to pick up his phone, which he'd dropped on the floor.
It was a lucky move. As he was bent over, another car drove past theirs, zooming by. A submachine gun was aimed out of the window, and blasted the area Gabe's head had been just moments before. As it wars, shards of glass and spent bullets fell around and on Gabe.

~Demon~
As soon as she steped out, she noticed a letter in her mailbox. It was embossed with a wax seal of all things, and the seal was an interlaced J and K. She knew that the Prince of Indianapolis was Jack Kholan, and she guessed that it was from him- Princes, no matter how old, or where they ruled, had a tendency to use some old methods at times.

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“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

The Three Types of Evil

Looking at the letter she hesitated first 'What does He want from me...' she sighed out loud. Talk about still living in the middle ages he bothered to send her a rather elaborate Letter like some letter from the Pope himself... she laughed at that thought... 'I'll open it up when I found myself a nice place to get some breakfast.' safely putting the letter away she started to walk through the streets, some known faces, she'd nod and smile at them politely staying on her way, barely stopping at all. "Oh... this place looks nice..." It was a little café, across the street "La Bonita" ... sounds nice she thought, when she was about to cross the street she heard loud sirens in the distance, then police cars rushing through the traffic... 'Guess something happened somewhere' minding her own business she entered the Café and took a seat by the window.

Music playing through the radio... she couldn't help but tap her fingers on the table to the beat of the song... it moved her... music always did. She had it in her blood...

The place, light and rustical, with heavy wooden chairs and tables, a very homey atmosphere and pictures of landscapes of Italy and Spain.
A middle aged lady, dark brown hair with a few silver strands - held back in a bun, dressed like the women in Spain usually dressed...it all unconsciously made her smile and remember home.

The woman spoke in a heavy Latin accent... "My dear, what can I bring you?" Serra smiling at the lady "I'd like a cup of coffee, a chicken Cesar salad and some orange juice, without the pulp." The lady nodded, wrote down what Serra asked for and disappeared into the back of the kitchen.
Remembering she had a letter in her purse, she crammed through it, finally finding it, looking at the mark... ' Jack Kohlan, should I read it, or should I just throw it away...'

OOC: I'm sorry I had all three tabs open and accidentally posted in there, won't happen again ... T___T

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IC:

When she finally opened it, the writing of the letter itself was pretty elaborate as well.

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“Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth.”

“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

The Three Types of Evil

The flight from La Guardia to Indianapolis had been pleasantly uneventful and only one of her bags had been delayed on another flight. So, Vivian counted the trip a success. The Children shadows beneath the seats had been excited to sense her and gathered to her nearly purring like cats. She loved the Children, they’d been with her for her entire lifetime.

As she sat in the back of the taxi on her way to her hotel, Vivian searched the local ads on her Blackberry for likely apartments or condos. She had been told she’d be assigned here for some time, so she might as well find a place. She’d had her things boxed and shipped last week. By her calculations, she had 6 days to find somewhere to live. Plenty of time.

While she noted some places to look at, Vivian questioned the cabbie about decent areas of her new home city. He was most talkative and as most cabbies do, he had plenty of opinions. Vivian smiled and took notes, she’d learned people loved to talk about things they felt they were experts about. And she encouraged this fount of knowledge now. By the time she reached her hotel, Vivian had a clear understanding of the general layout of the entire Indianapolis metro area, all courtesy of Tajit Malakhar. Tipping him handsomely and offering a warm thank you in his native Punjab, she knew she’d made her first contact.

Vivian checked in to the hotel, had her bags delivered and kicked off her shoes before settling to watch the local news for her beginning education of the local political climate.
As she unpacked, she reflected on her new position and her boss. She smiled softly thinking of Liu Quin…such an unusual man. One you could easily underestimate, she’d imagine. The little Chinese man had twinkling black eyes that seemed to see all of you, even your soul, if you caught him looking. He was soft-spoken and smiling, as if he was just on the verge of a joke. She wondered how long before his Rival within the Conclave would make his move and what would happen to her in the fall out. Vivian shook her head, keep your mind on current business. She scolded herself.

Having her things unpacked and settled just so, Vivian turned her attention to her assignment. She looked at her files once more to ensure she had everything memorized. Best to go into any new situation as prepared as if going to war. In the words of a dear friend, “You just never know.”

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~Silentspider~
She heard the ring of a Cell Phone, and she realized it was her other one, which was for her job as Section Four Liason. The Caller ID said Harold Hill- the regional director for Indianapolis.

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“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

The Three Types of Evil

Helena sat at the table on her balcony. She looked down at the city somewhat depressingly, the same routine everyday. Occasionally she was accompanied to just look outside from this spot of hers by her dog and cat. The two of them were basically the only real company she had, her college classmen were all imature to her and only cared about throwing parties non-stop. "...I don't have time to be concerning myself with these..." she interrupted her own thoughts with a long sigh.

"...You cannot be serious? These beings exist?" She said shockingly to one of her father's company's workers. "We are still trying to figure this out ourselves Helena, you're the most capable of your father's children. He even said this should not be kept a secret from you." The worker responded. "I don't understand anything you said....but what does this exactly concern with myself?"

Her memories ended when she heard her dog bark to her. She laughed a bit at the large husky's yip. "Yes, I'll feed you in a minute." She calmly called back to him. "But what should I do today...I need to get my mind off of these matters." She thought as she left her balcony to feed her dog.

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Suddenly her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, and only a few people actually knew her cell number.

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“Chaos in the world brings uneasiness, but it also allows the opportunity for creativity and growth.”

“Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.”

The Three Types of Evil