I want to point out that this RP is taking place in a large, made up, city close to New York, New York. This city is called Satellite City. The city isn't as large as New York city but close. Satellite City is divided by circles, out lined with rivers. Tall buildings make up the inner circle of the city. These buildings are typically global business buildings, hotels, and high class apartments. The only small building in the center is town hall. It is a small brick building surrounded by a garden and trees.

    The middle circle has a lot of small businesses and middle class houses. Typically houses meant for a family of three to five people. Of course there are some emptier houses and small apartment buildings for rent. This part of the city is ripe with kids and public schools.
    
    Last, but not least, is the outer circle. This part of Satellite City is particularly poor. The only non poor thing about this part of the city is the night clubs. The clubs are very nice actually, but are kept in this part of the city do to the strippers, booze, and other non high class things. The people here are fairly savage. Buildings are crumbling and being set ablaze very often. People tend to rob other people and buildings. Kids here do not attend school, they are taught at a young age to fight to survive.

    Now, in the bold lettering you will find where your character is starting. New Characters just joining will also find their starting point in this post. Please check it often.



     Alexander finds himself in his home in the middle class section of the city. His house rests on the edge of the Middle river. This is so he can go across the river into the night clubs, which usually border the other side of the river, and gather women.

    In your house you have three women gathered. These women know who you are and are known as your cattle. Yours to feed off of at will, whenever you need. They are blood bound to you and must follow your command, as long as it does not involve hurting themselves or others.
    
    You turn on the midnight news just in time to see the headline story. Reports of people being brutally murdered and having the blood sucked clean out of them are feeling the news. The police and news reporters are calling this a cannibal serial killer with thirty known victims under his belt. You know it is a kindred and this may be bad for vampire society.

    How do you proceed?



     Erinion sits in a nice comfortable chair in her living room. Standing up, you make your way to the window. You have a nice view of all the circles from your top floor apartment in the inner circle. The money you were provided with through out life has let you buy such a nice apartment.

    It may be a little small but it makes you feel secure when you want your you time. With your money you have actually bought, and installed, a hidden freezer behind your refrigerator to hide your victims’ bodies.

You walk back to your chain and sit down. Tapping into the network you begin to hear of a vampire sucking the blood from his victims and leaving them out to be found. The human world is claiming him or her as a cannibal serial killer. You feel paranoid, you don’t like the idea of other vampires so close.

    How do you proceed?



    Every since your embrace you have picked up life. Selling art of pretty much any form . This has given you enough money to buy a nice art studio in the finer part of the inner circle. You display everything there. Even humans you have flesh crafted. People don’t seem to noticed what they were at one point. They just see them as sculptures.

    Under this studio is your apartment. Your apartment is very spacious. A lot of room to do your sculpting and art. Humans seem to be drawn to your apartment like a bee is drawn to a flower. This makes it easy to feed and to create your works of art.

    One night while showing off your art in your studio a detective came in. Not to question the art, but to observe it off duty. He began talking to you and trusting you more and more with every word and every sip of wine. Detective Holmes then went on to tell you about a cannibal serial killer they are trying to catch. The victims have been drained of their blood and have bite marks. He tell you people at the office are joking about vampires.

    Your art gallery is still going on. How do you proceed?



    You live in the outer circle of town. You don’t have much money and you aren't too keen on coming out much due to your appearance. Kids tend to call you monster women if you are spotted out and about.

    The shadows feel like how in the outer circle, along with the deep maze known as the sewers. Creeping in the shadows at night, and from other kindred, you have heard of another vampire killing people and leaving their bodies. You know the vampire laws and have been around long enough to know the masquerade. This seems against it.

    Immediately, you contact the prince. He summons you in and is allowing you to tell him what is going on. He says that you have been a good informant over the years and never disappoint him.

    You are in his office. How do you proceed?



    You have managed to get a place to stay in one of the nightclubs on the border of the outer circle. In exchange you are a guard. Most people don’t see you as a threat because you’re only a kid, but the owner has seen you in action and is happy to have you as head of security.

    One night, standing outside of the night club you notice a shady character leading a couple women out to his car and driving off. Of course you see shady looking people all the time, but this one, this one was different. He gave off a sense of enlightenment but also a sense of danger. You could smell so scent coming from him, but can’t really put your finger on it.

    Just about that time you hear a scream come a  couple blocks away. You’re curious, but can’t leave your post outside the door. You stand there and wait. About an hour later a man in a black trench coat and fedora approaches you. “You’ve been summoned by the prince. Don’t ask questions, just get to river front in an hour.” Then , like the wind itself, he’s gone.

    How do you proceed?



    You live in the outer circle. A small house next to a night school. You tend to watch kids every night, just to make sure they’re alright. Never once have you seen something go wrong, until now.

    One evening, while watching the kids go home from school, you saw a kid get picked up by a man in a black suit. This wasn’t his father. You’ve seen his father before. This man was a stranger. The boy seemed to just follow right along with the older man’s actions.

    By the time you got outside they were already in a car and almost out of site. One thing you did notice before the car was gone, between the building and traffic, you noticed a bloody hand print on the hood. Somebody put up a fight.

    You’re just about to run after the car when a man taps on your shoulder. “Miss, the prince has called you. He wants you to meet at the waterfront in an hour. He has a task for you relating to the kindred killing all those women.” Without being able to say a word, he’s gone.

    How do you proceed?

Erinion sewered her connection to the Network and stood up.
"Oh no, not again."
"I have to go check it." She replied to the room behind her, slim fingers nervously tapping the perfectly clean glass table. She could feel the paranoia taking over and it was just the matter of time before she would do something silly.
"Kill it."
"Silly like going out while there's a vampire leaving a trail of bodies, you mean?"
Erinion frowned as she glanced through the high windows, the night lights softly glimmering floors below her. The view was the reason she bought this apartment in the first place; being miles above everything else helped her to clear her head a bit, she felt like she could pick and choose which human she is going to play with next.
"Exactly, and since you can have anyone you like, why go out now?"
"It's mine." She spun around to the room, frown still gracing her features. "Mine. I'm not having anyone touching my toys."
"Sure thing lovely."
"Drink it."
"All I'm saying, you can find another one. They're all yours to play with."
Erinion nodded as she strolled through the room. "Of course they are."
"Tear off its limbs and let us play."
"Stop it!" She snickered behind her back. "We're keeping it safe until it finishes the painting. You know that. I know that."
"Stay here lovely, screw the painting, screw the artista. It's safe here."
"Stay." Soft whisper in her ear almost made her change her mind. Paranoia levels were at maximum and if she had the choice she would've stayed here, locked the door 'till someone deals with the idiot leaving his victims around like that.
"Stupid." Erinion muttered taking one slow step closer to the door. "I want that painting. It needs to be alive to finish it."
"The last three times you went out, he was okay. Breathing." Her hand was at the door knob already when a pinch of suspicion entered her thoughts. Really, she could just stay here. There were enough blood bags secured in the fridge, just in case something like this happened - she could stay cooped up in her apartment for days if it came to it. "There's no need to put yourself at risk, again."
"Need to check the toy." She replied to the empty room.
"Risky."
Erinion sleeked her hair one last time before opening the door and heading out.

Alex sat in his chair, his head in one hand and a finger resting between his lips; a small habit that almost kept him calm when the itches and burning hit. He flicked between channels, contemplating embracing again just for the purpose of a meal. No one seemed to miss the girls that hung around in his apartment now. No one ever seemed to miss them. His fingers changed the channels, watching the images without really taking in the information in front of him. He could feel burning in the back of his throat, in his stomach and in his fingers. It was hard to ignore at times. His eyes stared beyond the tv when his fingers hit the news. It took a moment to overcome the hunger and instead of the usual sigh, Alex smiled.

He knew there were Kindred in the city; a fair few from what he'd found out. This one seemed a little different. Whether they'd decided to rage against the machine or simply had lost their mind was baffling, regardless they were Kindred - a meal. Alex's brain drifted from the assailant themselves to something a little more interesting. There would no doubt be elders there, and if there was a fight.. He stopped himself quickly enough and stood from his chair with a clear determination of having a meal tonight; although if worst came to worst, he had his least favorite of the three and sacrifices had to be made. He feet carried him over towards his coat. If there were elders there, he'd be found out.. He'd have to be quick.

He pulled on his jacket on and locked his friends inside the house. They'd stay there until he got back. In the recent decade, Alex had begun to enjoy exactly how easy it was to find girls. There were plenty who simply fell as his feet at the proof of what he was. They'd made interesting experiences over the years. It was hard to describe really. There was no way they could prove their existence but allowing a few to know was always a small joy. Becoming the soul object of their dreams for even the briefest moment was practically everything he had now; aside from a few other things.

He stepped out into the street which was as always, silent. His neighborhood was always silent, everyone seemed to return home around six and disappear into their homes like they lived in Stepford. It seemed strange, even in the summer, he never heard children playing in the street or families arguing on the doorstep. His feet carried him along the cobbles, his eyes shifting between the occasional home with a light still shining. Part of him wondered what each of them were hiding, and the rest of him chose not to care. Their lives weren't of interest to him, it was no bother to him if a lover found out about infidelity or whether a loved one had died. His mind was hungry and his insides still continued to burn. Had he been human, a simple hit would have been enough, yet now he stilled needed the same hit, however retrieving it was always a little harder than buying a drug.

Following the street, Alex toyed with his keys just to occupy his mind. Anything to keep the beast at bay, if it could be called that in his situation. He'd spent years keeping himself of the Prince's radar, he liked it that way. He'd never felt like they knew of his presence in the city, he'd only met two other kindred in the night clubs, movie theaters or even the occasional film premier. They had all been like him; the same clan, not the same conviction. He turned out of his neighborhood and into the main road across the river. The traffic was less than usual considering the hour, but the bright lights from across the water surely indicated a busier night than it appeared.

Tight, musty, and cold. At least, that's what it felt like in the unfamiliar palace-of-an-office the Prince took refuge in. Feeling rather out of place, Margarita chose to stand off-kilter in the center of the room. Her hands wring not from nervousness, but to keep appearances. She knew what she looked like, and represented it well; she planned to uphold her mysterious background as a Nosferatu around any and all. "It's disgusting, really. You must know how serious I am to choose such a word." Her misty eyes skirted around the gold and red accouterments hanging off the Prince, which she found particularly beautiful. Her own garb was nothing in comparison, having fallen on hard times compared to her previous success in New York. "Quite." He responded, slowly and quietly. His studying eyes never removed themselves from her visage, despite it's ghastly appearance. That's one of the reasons she liked this Ventrue as much as she did: he knew the proper respect she deserved, and wasn't shy about giving it. "Often drained of a modicum of vitae, beaten or lacerated to death... gruesome choices of style, this one has. Kindred, of course. Only one of our own could move so quickly, and hide their tracks so well." She explained the situation with severity, her ghostly face betraying her emotion. The Nosferatu took a few calculated steps forward, lowering her voice just in case the guards at the door decided they would eavesdrop on the pair. "None of the Gangrel have been involved, or so says the Clan leader. I've asked around on the streets, and below them... Nothing. This requires your hand, Prince. Only you have the resources to put an end to this. If you choose inaction, ..." She turned swiftly, her nearly rotting shawl floating slightly thanks to physics. "You may as well write your control over Sattelite to your childer, as the Clans will be at your door wishing your destruction. This rogue Kindred is making a fool of you, leaving his evidence in plain sight for the humans to find. If it were not for the Nosferatu--" "I will not be slandered in my own home, Margarita. You are necessary, but not irreplaceable. Remember this." He had had enough of her manipulative wordplay. Rising to his feet, and rounding his desk, the Prince's piercing gaze struck her hard on the side of her face. She could feel the heat from his intensity, if only metaphorically. "... My apologies. However, the Nosferatu are becoming tired of cleaning up this mess. It's time for action. From you. Personally. The bodies will start ending up in coroners offices. You know what that means for the Masquerade." Her words rung a harping tone in the Prince's ears, as his gaze faltered, if only for a moment. He dropped his eyes to the floor, and began a philosophical strut back to his cushy office chair. "Something shall be done. What, exactly, is none of your current concern. Your loyalty and information are appreciated, and compensation awaits you." A dismissive hand gesture, followed by an enrapturing grin wished her on her way. "As you wish, my Prince." She offered a respectful bow, dipping her face towards the floor, and made her exit by way of the entrance. The lack of traditional kiss-to-the-hand pleased the Nosferatu, as she was sure no Kindred in their right mind wanted her scabbed lips anywhere near their pristine, porcelain skin. Her stride was long and prideful as she passed his bodyguards, but was quickly diminished to nothing more than a hunched crawling as she returned to her underground catacomb home: the same place this mass-murdering vampire found fit to relieve himself of his, or her, trophies part of the time. Whatever compensation the Prince had in mind for her was left without a second thought in the tower of bureaucracy she had every intention of getting as far away from as she could.

"A murderer? How scandalous Mr. Holmes." Dawn said to the young detective in a tone practically dripping with seduction. The cainite had spent a good portion of the evening, lulling him into a false sense of security. Dawn had at first did this to see if they had somehow made a mistake that would cause them to have earned the interest of the kine authorities, but as they found out that Holmes was not here for them Dawn continued their game as they found the information the young man was giving them quite amusing. "Vampires? Next you are going to tell me fairies are robbing banks." Dawn said with a playful giggle as they placed their hand on Holmes's arm. The detective chuckled at the joke and seemed more than pleased with Dawn's touch. "As much as I am adoring your company darling I do have other guests I need to attend to." Dawn said as they traced their fingers softly up and down Holmes's arm. They then leaned in and whispered in the detective's ear. "But we must meet up again later." As Dawn pulled back they gave Holmes a wink, which got a large grin and nod from the detective. As Dawn began to walk away, a small smile placed on their lips, they processed the information they gathered. A Kindred was obviously running amok in the city, most likely some fledgling who's sire either never taught them better or died before they could. Dawn would of been more concerned, but the murderer had to yet to strike in Dawn's own hunting grounds so there was no real need for them to get personally involved. Besides at this rate Camarilla were more than likely to get involved in the matter. As pointless as Dawn saw the Camarilla, they preached common sense as if it was a revolutionary idea and even then they seem to be unable to understand that living by human standards was ridicules when they were no longer humans themselves, Dawn knew that the Camarilla would never stand idle while someone threatened their precious masquerade. So with devilish smirk Dawn continued to mingle with the people that came to admire their work, while in the back of their head they thought of the fun they would have with detective Holmes later after they closed the gallery. Having someone inside of the local detective force could be helpful, but Dawn had also been drawn to Holmes's lovely sky blue eyes and thought how lovely they would look in one of their own pieces. So many choices, and Dawn simply loved it.

With the faint jangle of keys, Alex unlocked the car he had called his own for a short while and paused. The night air stunk of a good meal. He pulled open the door and let his lips crease at the haunting sound his kind feared so much. Whether it was part man or not, Alex could still feel the tingling sensation of an exciting night on his arms. Dropping into the seat of his car, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot - a small bay at the end of his street - and pulled onto the main road. The dull roar would have woken more than a few people on his street. The car probably wasn't needed but it helped with the 'image'. He wasn't an artist like the rest of his clan, nor a musician, or a sculptor. His entire life was art. The way he lived, his home, his clothes, his smile. Alex dropped the gear and made his way into the centre of the city, his mind anxious and alive.

The streets were still busy despite the news. There were groups of men on his left, shouting and chanting as they moved from club to bar. His right was close to the same, a few girls laughing and stumbling, the occasional drunk trying to cross the road. It was humanity at its happiest and it's easiest. A short left hand turn into a street already littered with cars, down beside a relatively busy establishment was where he usually pulled up. It wasn't empty here but he'd often found it easier to escape with whoever he decided was lunch. There was no saying he enjoyed ripping his food limb from limb, but when someone went missing, it was always easier to at least disguise them climbing into the car. There was a small spot at the end of the street, hiding between a taxi and a blue sedan. A moment of concentration and he pulled into the spot. He turned the ignition off with a simple twist and relaxed in his seat. How many kindred would be out tonight after that news report? There was no way to know for sure but it would certainly be more than him.

The blonde moved to slide out of his car when words reached his ear from a source he hadn't spotted in his mirror. The Prince? How the hell did they know he was here? Were they keeping tabs? If they were, he'd have to leave. It seemed all to much like a coincidence that they'd choose tonight to call for judgement not unless they thought it was- Alex laughed a little and rolled his eyes. He may have liked to play with his food before eating but he didn't leave them in public view. It was insulting.. With a groan, he turned his engine one once more and set off down towards the docks. Whatever the Prince's plan was it probably involved more than himself. It would be nice to see exactly how many kindred there were in the city, or at least see some faces he hadn't spotted before. They did stick out amoungst the living, even if they weren't Nosferatu. Alex hadn't even been quite able to stomach some of the ones he'd spotted before. He couldn't his lucky stars he hadn't ever ended up like them.

His journey didn't take long. The streets grew gradually emptier and emptier as he drove closer to the ocean. The place was only ever full of the homeless and the young and reckless at this of night. During his journey Alex toyed with the idea of tasting exactly what made him so special. The stronger they were the better everything seemed to taste. He smirked at the thought and pulled into the docks. One day that man would drift off, leaving himself vulnerable to people like himself, the addicted and the power hungry. Stepping out of his car completely this time, Alex looked about for wherever he was supposed to be meeting his royal highness. Eyes scanned the wooden world about him, looking from the old pier to the small boat docks down towards the end of the beach. His feet carried him under street lamps until it finally spotted a congregation that looked all too out of place. There were seven figures in total although too far away to work out if he knew any faces. Moving closer, faces came into view and finally people became identifiable. None of them looked familiar to him and he felt glad. Usually meant he hadn't done anything to offend any of them. The familiar stink of the sewer-dwelling Nosferatu passed by his nose as he got closer as well as the intoxicating smell of an elder.

Joining the others, Alex waited, eyes glancing about. What on earth was the chainsaw about? He let his eyes take in the small meal beside the Prince before forcing himself to pay attention to the matter at hand. A blood hunt? Alex scoffed quietly to himself. Surely if they had tracks on them all here, they'd have tracks on this 'killer' too? Yet if they were calling for a hunt, no doubt the Prince didn't have tabs on this guy. He loved seeing a chink in their own government. As the conversation drew on, Alex found himself listening to Margarita, the Nosferatu, for whatever reason that was. It had always been said that they heard and saw more due to their ability to hide so well. Everyone was taking this so seriously, and he wasn't surprised. They didn't need hunters in this city. The last place he'd lived had become overrun due to some Malkavian incident he had no part in.

"There are whispers of diablerie on SchreckNet..." What?! His eyes darted between the group, a moment of panic flirting about his stomach. There was no way he could take them all if he had too. He had a count of nearly twenty-five acts on his belt. He'd always been careful he was sure.. Clearly though this wasn't what this meeting was about. Alex forced himself to remain calm and listened once again. The awkward shift between feet could have been easily masked as impatience. "Let us begin with you." Alex followed the eyes of Margarita and glanced momentarily between the rest of the group.

"I know the humans better than most people here. They trust me." He paused, his latent Manhattan accent on his tongue. "If this guy is taking his victims from the inside of the city, you need someone who knows it. You need someone who can will the secrets out of anyone who has even seen this guy." He added, speaking quick like he usually did when he felt a little pressured. "Besides, I'm fast. With the entire city looking for him, you'll need someone with speed on your side if he's cornered."

Perhaps this was the reason he chose to limit his own interactions with the Damned. She was snarky, formal and, as Alex decided shortly after she returned his comments, a bitch. He doubted she'd have been tolorable even as a regular Kindred.. His eyes moved to each of the others in the group, wondering exactly how many of them shared his feelings. She reminded him of a small corporate business owner who hat for her ego. His chest tightened in frustration and a single desire to see her dead for the hunt was over washed over him.

Her voice and tone, her mannerisms- everything. Alex passed her a faint smile and dipped his own head.
"My name is Alex, and my connections are my own, regardless of where they lie." After basically spitting the words at her, Alex added another smirk, bowing a little again. He didn't give a shit about the sewer rats and the world they lived in. They provided no real purpose other than the puppets or "spies" so many used them as. The rest of the Kindred had at least a purpose, a use.
He waved away the strands of hair and looked about the group some more. He couldn't quite work out clans without at least hearing them speak, providing they all held the stereotype.

((Crap post.. Phone post, but I had to get one in.))

Nessa was pissed! She skirted over the rooftops, heading for the waterfront, jumping and climbing over her urban playground. Grateful for the Parkour she'd learned from those sympathetic to her cause she jumped off a roof onto a fire-escape where she clung to the iron, not feeling it's cold. Hanging there she looked around.

What was it with strange things this night? First a child had been abducted, on her watch! How the hell had she let that happen? What was wrong with her? Then this funny man had shown up to tell her to come to the prince. It had really taken her a while to realize what the prince actually was. Sure, her sire had told her about the laws and domain, but why should she care? And he'd left her to cope on her own. Now, all of a sudden, she was summoned? And then that pesky man had had the nerve to just blurt all that crap out in public, without looking for any listeners.
She jumped from the fire-escape, rolling herself off on the ground, using her momentum to get back on her feet. Nessa straightened her Beanie, pulling the grey fabric deeper into her forehead. She loved the thing! It covered her ears and let her dreadlocks fall over her shoulders just the way she loved. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hot-pants she went through the alley to the street. Following it for a while would bring her to the waterfront. Why was she obeying this thug again? Oh, right, she had no clue how to find the girl because that damn man had interrupted her.

The young Brujah arrived as almost all the others had gathered. She stepped next to a child, wondering of it's presence. Had this small boy really been turned at this tender age? Who would cure a child in this manner? Who would condemn anybody to eternal life in the body of a boy? She knew that the soul aged, the body didn't. With a look of concern on her face she looked around and listened to her kindred. It was very concerning, that there was someone out there threatening the masquerade. Interested she looked an Alexander, frowning at the change of words between him and the Nosferatu. Nessa sighed deeply and interjected after the hideous creature had spoken: “I can kick butt.” She didn't want to advertise herself. She would do what was asked of her, but nothing more, out of no own motivation. She just wanted to find that girl. A grim expression lay on her face as she looked at the creature seeming to be their leader for the next time. There was no distaste in her face, just concern and grimness borne from experience and dread.

Dawn was right, of course they were, they were always right. Why did they always have to be right? These were the thoughts that swam through Dawn's undead mind after the young lady whispered her message into their ear. Dawn had just thought of the perfect piece to put the girl's O so lovely arms into too. With a slight sigh Dawn began the process of clearing out their gallery, which was always an annoyance given that this late in the evening the kine that filled the place were far too enamored with both Dawn's art as well as the free wine they have provided to them. As tedious as it was Dawn eventually evicted the last of the humans from the gallery before they locked up the building. After double checking that their security system was turned on, even kindred have to be cautious of theft especially in these modern nights, Dawn made their way to their car. It was a small, black two-seater convertible sports car with a deep velvet upholstery. Again in these modern nights even kindred must take advantage of the advancements the kine create. Slipping into the driver seat Dawn turned on the engine which answered with a smooth roar. A sly smile came to Dawn's face, even with this nonsense going the thrill of all this power under their finger tips made them feel giddy like a fledging after their first feeding. With a swift changing of the gears Dawn pulled out of their parking spot and began to barrel down the street into the night.

Moving from the inner circle of the city into the outer ones was always easy, no one wanted to go into the outer circles from the inner one, but that didn't lessen the bitter taste in Dawn's mouth. Anytime they drove into the outer city Dawn couldn't help but be reminded of the filth that was their former self, a worthless kine who lived like a beggar. "Sickening..." They mumbled to themselves as the weaved in and out of the little traffic that there was. They ignored the horn of the minivan that they just cut off as the turned down the dark road that lead to the docks they were instructed to find. With a slight sigh Dawn turned off their car and stepped out onto the wooden floor. It maybe a moment for Dawn to spot the small group that was gathering on the dock, it didn't take any vampiric powers to figure out that these people did not belong there. Dawn strolled over to the group with a blank, unreadable expression on their face and waited for the meeting to come to fruition.

The Venture always had such lovely smiles and the prince was no exception, Dawn couldn't help but to think how lovely the kindred's lips would look hung upon Dawn's wall during his whole speech. Though they had a small day dream going on in the back of their mind Dawn was by no means distracted, they had taken every member of this little gathering into account. The prince himself and his chainsaw brandishing sheriff who looked like she was ready for either a costume party or to work the streets, the brutishly dressed girl who looked like she ran all the way here, the golden hair fellow who at Dawn's guess had to be a Toreador based on his stunning appearance alone, the girl who looked painfully bland which with kindred meant something truly bizarre and deranged laid under her surface, the what appeared to be a child but wrecked of kindred blood, and even the partly decomposed Nosferatu girl. They all came under Dawn's gaze, though the Tzimisce's expression didn't change in the slightest during that whole time. Dawn's face remained the same unreadable mask the whole time the prince delivered the news of why they were all called there. A blood hunt, just what Dawn thought was going to happen. The Camarilla was dreadfully predictable when it came to these things, they had to cover up the tracks of this vampire but they couldn't get their own hands dirty. Though the bit about them believing that this was not some new fledgling having trouble with their beast did slightly surprise Dawn.

As the prince gave his goodbyes, though Dawn was slightly disappointed by the sheriffs leaving as they had just started to notice how remarkable her skin was, Dawn turned their attention to the Nosferatu, who apparently was called herself Margarita, and the golden haired young man. Those two were obviously going to be on bad terms, Dawn had observed enough Tzimisce argue to learn that the subtlest of movements and tones can mean that one wants nothing more than to tear out your throat. Dawn couldn't help the pencil thin smile that came to their lips, this was going to be quite the interesting night. As it was apparently time to introduce to one another Dawn gracefully stepped forward and faced the group. "Greetings, a thousand greetings. I am honored that we could put aside the foolish rivalries for a night, that we may corporate in the spirit of compassion for all of our shared damnation." Dawn said in a smooth, cool tone before taking a slight bow. "You all may address me as Dawn."

Erinion was pouting as she closed in on the group. She didn't liked the docks to begin with. The soft glimmering of the night lights reflected from the river's surface were a nice add-on to the view from here apartment, so she was alright with rivers being there, sparkling from far away. But she'd never willingly come here. Homeless, young and old, beggars, workers... All mortals. All mortals that didn't interested her in the slightest. They were all just so..."Boring." And now, instead of looking after what was hers, she had to be here, lingering among them like she was some sort of dog forced to roll over at one command from the Prince.
"One, two, three."
Smoothing her hair and brushing off the bangs covering her eyes, Erinion tiptoed to the odd looking group and gave her best to listen. "The Prince of lies." The reason she was here was as simple as reasons can get - death wasn't in Erinion's plans. Avoiding it meant being here so she eventually listened to the black-hooded creature and strolled down to this filthy part of the city.
"Two, three, four, five."
Playing with the thought of scurrying away back to her business she was so impolitely turned away from, Erinion swayed back and forth a few times giving her best to stay put.

"I just wanted to check on it." The two exchanging words before left slightly unsettling aura in the air but Dawn seemed nice enough, so she spoke right after her leaving little to no time for anyone else to jump in. "Make sure I'll get my painting, you know. But then the hoodie came and said I have to be... here." Honesty is sometimes "Never." the best policy and all, but Erinion figured that a short sigh would suffice to display enough of her displeasure, still not knowing who was in the Prince's fan club.
"Manners lovely, were are your manners. Greet them."
"And I didn't want to swim with the fishies, I don't like fishies." She added, a soft frown still framing her face.

"The Queen of rats." Erinion stepped forward and preformed a graceful curtsey before Margarita. They were a strange bunch, made to stop what was about to happen by hiding in the darkness of a very wet, awful smelling place. But sometimes you just have to go with the flow and the best way to start is often a proper greeting.
"And Alex. Alex too." A quick salute was accompanied with a playful grin.
"One that fights, and the Daybreaker. Small vampire." Shooting a smile in their direction, Erinion pulled back to her place. "You may call me Erinion. Eri, if your tongue is troubled."
"Two, three, four, five."
"Five." She said letting her eyes glance over the Kindred before her. "Two, three, four. Five without me." Slowly counting down, Eri raised one finger after another while looking each of the vampires in the eyes. "Five against one. Five against thirty dead." Her lips stretched into a smile - there was a slight chance all of this could end up entertaining her. "And I mean dead dead. Not not dead." She chuckled softly at her explanation.

"The prince wants the Gift."
"The Jack of all trades seeks favours again."
Tilting her head ever so slightly, Erinion turned to the group. "Lady without a nose asked what do I have to offer."
"Favours that will never be repaid."
Manhunts, vampirehunts, any kind of hunts actually were never her specialty. The ones she chose ended up dead sooner or later, the only difference was did she felt like playing with them first.
"Told you, should've stayed home."
"Father speaks through all of us. When the time comes I might be able to share with you." As the sour odour lingering around the docks tickled her senses, Erinion shrugged. "Words spoken, and the ones not so much."
She let her eyes wander around the surroundings for a moment, sopping in all what was around her; the six of Kindred, the ever lingering scent of sludge twirling around them, annoying tapping of human footsteps on the docks, the dread that let her know she was bound to this task no matter the price.
"Two, three, four, five."
"Six." Erinion whispered.

Margarita's hollow eyes never left Alexander's, and her face drew grim at his craven remarks. "You shall find that secrecy within a coterie either finds the secret, or secretive revealed." She drawled commandingly, now moving her attention to the next speaker. A young childe, no older than her late teens. She took a few moments of melancholic remembrance for herself at such a tender age, but tossed such useless memories aside to better focus on the pressing matters at hand. The young girl didn't seem all too happy to attend the meeting, and her curt spitting of self-description did little to assist Margarita's first impression of her. Were all these Kindred so apt at alienating allies? She knew there was more to this girl than her simple advertisement of 'kicking butt'. Ignoring it for now, the Nosferatu nodded at the girl and followed next with a final "Fabulous." Her attention was then trounced by the Tzimisce. Her jarring appearance, as well as unsettling immediate mention of 'foolish rivalries' brought a curious bit of information to the Nosferatu. She stored it as she did everything else she interpreted, and studied her words as they drifted into her ears. The woman's name was remembered with the same scarring relevancy as it's literal meaning, and Margarita shifted her weight in a moment of mental anguish. Finally, there was one: the Malk. She was ready for anything to come out of this queer Kindred, and prepared herself for riddles and tongue-twisters. Having politely ignored her previous musings of veiled nonsense and ignorance, Margarita used calculated logic to attempt and deduce useful information from the Malkavian's insanity. Shortly after her concentration ended, "Words spoken, and the ones not so much," wormed it's way into her brain. Following a brief pause in conversation, the Nosferatu boomed her voice so that none missed a word of her lecture. "As I said before, secrecy in this coterie will not be tolerated. As the current situation prescribes the utmost danger for any of Kindred kind, I would recommend we all establish a proper domain for ourselves. Even further, a herd would be necessary for efficient feeding to propagate a more objective-focused environment for us. We're working as one now, despite how little any one of us might like it. Until the source of these grisly happenings is found, that's not changing. I hope you're all familiar with the phrase, 'clear as a crystal', for I'll accept none less." Her judgmental gaze glowered at the group, waiting for one of the Kindred to misspeak and offer a rude remark, or snide comment about any facet of the operation. She was sure the Prince would back her up.

The same faint smile stayed seated upon Dawn's lips as they listened to the rest of the members of the small gathering introduce themselves, of course the Malkavian's was the most notable of the bunch. They then turned their glasses covered crimson eyes to their de facto leader Margarita. A slight smirk escaped Dawn as the Nosferatu began her second speech of the evening. Dawn had to hand it to the elder Kindred, she had quite the way with words. Dawn took a moment to scan over the gathering yet again, though this time to gage their reactions to the newest wave of information. Most still seemed less than pleased with the given situation, which invoked yet another small smirk out of Dawn. Seeing as the little group was in need of a main base of operations Dawn took it upon themselves to step forward yet again and offer a solution. "I would like to be the first to say that I more than under stand the graveness of this situation milady." Dawn said as they faced Margarita and bowed their head slightly. They then took a few steps closer to the partly deteriorated vampire, their eyes slowly scanning over her skeletal frame, before continuing. "Likewise it will be more than a pleasure for me to extend the invitation to each of you to make use of my haven during our search." They said as they turned their gaze to the rest of the group. "I have more than enough room to entertain guests of this number as well as a number of Kine that file into my establishment on a nightly bases that can serve as a perfect supply of nourishment as long as we practice restraint." Dawn continued with a pencil thin smile on their face before looking back to their Nosferatu leader. "I do hope that this is to your liking milady." They said with another bow of their head.

Well la-dee-da.

Tony knew a messed up night when he saw one. Between weirdos, wackos, screams in the night and Man Friday over there popping out of the shadows to tell him to hurry up and hop it to the river, he knew it was going to be exactly one of those nights. Tugging the cigarette out of his lips and crushing it with a firm twist under the toe of his boot, he sighed and stepped inside to make his excuses. Only one person could tell people to show up by the river and expect them to do it. Prince says jump, and every lick in the city knew they'd rather go with the flow than wind up as ash on a chainsaw.

Hands in the pockets of his denim coat, Tony Harper made his way down streets no kid in his right mind would head past without batting an eye. He'd been a brave kid in life and at this point he was a brave kid in death--he'd seen his share of shit go down and caused enough of it to know that anyone stupid enough to start shit in an alley with him was going to be the next echoing scream in the middle of the night. That's where his head was, at any rate--he'd seen his share of messed up men in his life, but the guy from the club who'd headed off with those girls just reeked of Not Okay. In another life he'd have done something about it--or hell, for all he knew he'd have been part of it--but a shit job was a shit job and if he skipped off from the door too often Bruno would start throwing his weight around. Tony knew exactly where that conversation would end up, and nobody needed to watch him kick the hell out of a man who ought to be at least three times his age.

He was one of the first to show up, the rest of the Prince's muppets filing in. Little Miss Lolipop Chainsaw caught his eye, of course, but that was the point of a good sheriff. If she looked crazy enough, slutty enough, messy enough, maybe people would think twice before pulling something. Or hell, with an outfit like that maybe she was hoping they would--she wouldn't be the first sheriff who got off on their job. It was enough to make Tony roll his eyes, though he held his tongue through the overture. Sabbat, Camarilla, Anarch, who gave a shit, it was all the same bull. There was only one reason to throw this many disparate licks together when drained corpses were showing up in the city.

Blood hunt.

In some ways he was glad. Familiar with how this song and dance went, at least, it wasn't anything he hadn't done before. That being said, he wasn't sure why the bimbo with the power tools was letting them do her damn job for her and he wasn't exactly pleased at being 'summoned' like some lackey on call. As his eyes flicked around the group to take them into account, his young face was settled into an expression of practiced boredom. It was all just posturing, just another way of baring fangs. They went around their little circle after the local Prince's Pet--sorry, Nossie--started throwing her scabby weight around and hit it off right out the bat with the pretty boy socialite. If he was lucky they'd squabble long enough to keep out of the way, but that didn't seem likely from how the freak was going on about Coteries and linking assets.

The girl from his clan caught his attention for a moment, but only for a moment. Dreads down to there, cap on just so, all punk rock princess of the night ready to kick ass and take names...if only she could find an ass worth kicking or a name worth taking. There was a moment of pity in her eyes as she looked over him, though, and that was enough to make his lip twitch a little bit. Try as he might to deny it there was always going to be something to the old cry of 'I'm not a little kid', but he did his best to let it go. If scabby had her way, he'd be making it plenty clear at some point anyway.

And then...it. Unlike the others, Tony wasn't fooled. He'd seen enough Tzimisce to know that he-she-it-whatever was every bit as crazy as that moonbrained Malk and twice as messy. Fiends didn't play nice, and if his fingers flexed slightly as she spoke he ignored the feeling as best he could. Not about to play her game, he reached into his denim pocket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes and a lighter. A habit he'd picked up for shock value back when it mattered, it gave him something to do with his hands and the breath he didn't need, reminding him to take one. Besides, it was good to show that you didn't care too much about fire in the Kindred world. Put things in perspective for people.

"As long as the room is made of wood instead of some art student, I don't give a fuck." He muttered around the fag, lighting it with a small hand cupped against the wind before taking a long drag and letting the smoke trail off past his lips. "I'm Tony. Me and sugar-bell over there are in the same boat--you all just worry about finding the creep. We'll deal with it when you do."

Listening to the others talk made her want to scream and run off into the night to finally get some action going! Instead she plucked at her white T-Shirt and pink blouse that she had bound into a knot at her navel instead of buttoning it down. Her boots shifted on the asphalt as she resettled her weight onto the other leg. Some habits she just couldn't let go of. Nessa thought of that little boy who had gotten abducted and let out a silent curse as impatience rose within her, threatening to make her go all Flash around town. Had she managed to memorize that licence plate? She thought hard, picturing the car, the man, the kid . . . The man had been in a suit. No one in the outer circle had a suit, let alone knew what a suit was. Most just had two or three sets of jeans, worn off shirts and a jumper or two.

Her attention shifted as conversation was picked up again. It was rather weird watching the scene. Here they were, vampires, standing in the middle of the street, talking about their abilities and a manhunt in public, not a care in the world. Go masquerade! And they did seem to be a weird lot. Nessa couldn't quite tell what clans the others came from, except for their Nosferatu leader, which was really obvious. She wasn't keen on being here but somehow she had the sensation that she didn't have a choice. The prince called and you obeyed, that was what her sire had said, before he'd left her to fend for herself. Great man that was! First he saved her from the brink of death just to leave her shortly before dawn – just because he'd been bored.

The boy moved and Nessas eyes travelled in his direction. Was that a lighter? The small flame coming out of it made her wince and back away about five steps, until she almost stumbled into pretty-boy. Why the heck would he have a light – and fucking use it! That crazy little . . . boy. She straightened her back again, huffing slightly as she tugged at her clothing, not daring to look at the glimming cigarette in his hand. She'd learned the hard way to stay the hell away from fire! Then the brat spoke and Nessa couldn't quite follow. Room made of wood? And who was he referring to? Who was this sugar-bell? She looked around, surely it was one of the other vampires. Shoving her hands into her pockets she looked about, waiting for something – anything – to happen. She wasn't the best type for waiting. Nah, she'd rather be doing stuff right now. Like, say, saving a small boy from a potentially dangerous man in a funny suit and car? Yeah, sounded like a plan.

Her eyes wondered about, coming to rest upon the Nosferatu, looking through her as she got lost in thought once more. Someone else must have seen. Perhaps someone had taken down a licence plate number?

"I hope you're all familiar with the phrase, 'clear as a crystal', for I'll accept none less."
How was she, thinking like that? Perhaps he was too quick to judge, yet regardless, every inch of Alex hated her. She was rude, about her place, and downright ignorant. They didn't need a blood hunt to find this guy especially if this many kindred had been contacted about it. Alex let his eyes move over each of the others in the group, letting his first impressions decide his opinion of them all. It didn't take a second for him to develop a repulsion to the Malkavian on the end. Despite whatever madness this one had, Alex felt she was no threat. His instincts gave him the briefest inkling that she was the only one of the group that could see his crimes through ability, as the 'aura' of someone like him stood out from the figure of anyone else. His attention shifted elsewhere pretty quickly and stopped on a kindred he couldn't quite guess... Regardless, they seemed pretty friendly with their waste-of-space and self-proclaimed leader. Alex glanced over at the younger looking undead that had almost slammed into him before all of this started. He couldn't quite guess her clan but his instincts told him Brujah. Lastly, he drew his eyes to the un-child. He frowned quietly and silently sighed. Why someone had bothered to change a child, he didn't understand and how the Prince hadn't ended its life he was completely baffled.

They were expected to work together despite all their misaligned and disagreeing differences. Alex could almost laugh at it all. What he'd give to be free of this mess to do exactly as he'd originally planned. He was hungry and pretty desperate right now. The sickening desperation of his fixation was still brewing in his stomach like a boiling kettle of water, rattling around more and more the longer and hotter it got. He'd be frustrated before the night was over if the chance to feed wasn't around. He lived his current mix of girlfriends and killing one of them wasn't on his list of things to do any time soon. Although hearing them scream and cry for help, trying to run from something they couldn't see was always a delight. He relished in that. As much as he was a lover of beauty and talent, the deepest part of him lingered for the sheer terror of what he called The Chase. Alex smiled to himself and felt the shiver of hunger ripple over his skin at the thought of his planned evening; so long as he could get away from this hunt with time to spare.

Dawn let a dry chuckle pass their lips as they heard the small unchild's remark about their domicile. "Oh I assure you little one that my residence is not made of anything other than the standard materials used in in these modern night." They said as they took a step forward and bent slightly down to be at eye level with Tony, the smoke from the boy's cigarette seemingly starting to flow away from the Tzimisce's face and back into Tony's. "But is the matter still bothers you I would be more than happy to tuck you into bed so you don't have any nightmares. Dawn said in a soft cooing tone, much like a mother would use when trying to assure their child.

With a slight smirk on their lips Dawn rose back to their unnaturally perfect poster and scanned back over the group, their eyes surveying each of their cohort's bodies with a slight glim of mischief in them. Their attention eventually settled back onto their Nosferatu leader. Dawn was finding that they liked this walking corpse of a vampire more and more, she surely knew how to stir the feelings of her fellow Kindred. "A creature as exquisite as yourself is more than welcome amongst my halls. They said as they took a step into Margarita's personal space. "It will give us a chance to become more acquainted with one another." The Kindred said in a near whisper to sickly looking woman, a devilish smirk was seated on their lips. They then turned around and faced the group yet again, a small sly smile was what Dawn offered them.

With a slight clap of their hands Dawn stepped forward. "If there aren't anymore questions at the moment may I recommend we make haste humble abode? There is no telling what else is bumping in the night along with us." They said with a light chuckle. "Oh it almost slipped my mind. If anyone is in need for transportation I have room for one more in my vehicle." Dawn said as they looked over the group, the guess was that more than a few of them had chose to walk here. Though a fair warning I have been told I drive like someone with a death wish."