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@Xhala Just patiently waiting.

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Well, I can't say a whole lot without spoiling things about it.. but it's gonna be my second gig as a "professional" actor! :D It's sort of got some influence from Kevin Smith, along with the whimsicalness of 90's love stories. It's about a group of guys who're trying to hook their friend up with this girl from the park, whom is stuck in a relationship with a jackass. It's filled with some Shakespearean references and wordplay (and by some I mean a lot), which pleases me to no end. :3

EDIT: Did everyone died? :c

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

I'm good! Starting shooting this indie film I'm doing tomorrow. C:

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Margarita said little in response to her chauffeur during the drive to her new residence, which she so dreaded spending time in a close space with Kindred she'd no previous interest in. The wink from the Tzimisce curdled her innards, giving her a singing sourness across her skin. At the mention of the other driver, Margarita grumbled softly, "Let us not be so hasty in our assumptions about one's brainpower." Her snide remark was obviously done for jest, as her own prejudice was just as hasty as her cohort's. She watched the lights zip by, and buildings tower above their metal machination's viewports. With the sudden burst of speed, Margarita clutched at the interior of the car. Her devilish nails made slight cuts in the armrest, which she shyly placed her hand over to hide the damage. Suddenly, her neck was nearly ripped out of socket as the pair swung into an ally and veered to stop."One piece is a relative phrase. I do believe I left part of my sanity at the waterfront, before being flung around by your caterwauling vehicle. No offense to you or your precious carriage here, but I do prefer my own feet to carry me." Her face was hard and annoyed before softening to an apologetic half-smile, which hopefully calmed any qualms the Kindred might have about her complaining. She wished little to upset something that would love to break every bone in her body for nefarious experimentation.

Margarita followed the gang into the home, and chose to keep slight distance from the Coterie lest she upset them with her stench or being. Not that she smelled. She didn't think so. Perhaps her nose wasn't up to sniff snuff anymore? Before long, her daydreaming was cut short by the blisteringly pristine apartment. How does she keep it this clean? Was all that was running through Margarita's thoughts as the Tzimisce welcomed them to her asylum-themed apartment. As she walked on the carpet, she couldn't help but feel as if she were sullying every centimeter that she came into contact with. This led her to stand quite awkwardly next to the entrance, a few steps away. She curled her shawl around herself, and stood with a high back--looking down her nose, or up for the taller Kindred, at her fellows. It's what she was taught to do those many centuries ago, when faced with awkward adversity. Her misty eyes flicked from piece to piece around the room, laying wantingly for a few short moments on the luxurious couch that begged her to lay on it and kick her tired feet up. She hungered for the couch so badly that she thought she might've been salivating.

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Margarita entered the Tzimisce's vehicle with apprehension, hoping previously that the flesh-bender would be driving something a little more high-end. Her face drew grim as she slunk into the passenger's seat, and even more so at the roar of the engine. She gripped the lining of the interior with clutching fingers as the driver zoomed through traffic and light alike. "Little regard for personal safety? Or for others?" She chided, mumbling to her chauffeur with a rumbling annoyance. Her sunken eyes were wide with attention, flicking between the speeding cars flying past her window. The Nosferatu wondered seriously if she had been better off taking her chances in the vehicle some other Kindred--even that pasty-faced pretty boy. No. Nothing would make her spend any more precious seconds of undeath in the presence of that neonate than the necessities of Coterie duty.

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Margarita watched with moderate interest as the Kindred chose their hosts and methods of travel. Not finding herself appealed to riding with the pretty boy in his metal monster machine, she took up the unnerving Tzimisce's offer. "It would be most pleasant," She remarked aside to Dawn, her smile cracking the dry skin of her face. After her choosing of locomotive vehicle, the Nos waited patiently for the rest of the crew to make their decisions about travelling.

It made perfect sense to her that Alex chose Nessa to ride with--or was it the other way around? No matter, she decided. The flirtations of a young stud were of little interest to her as the Tzimisce's veiled niceties. She wrapped her shawl closely around her. Not from the cold, but an uneasiness swept over her. The Tzimisce? So quickly? She wondered shortly, before returning herself to the present. Her mind often wandered as such, being a 'thinking girl'. The group's slow warming to each other was beginning to become a chafe of hers, despite having only known them for practically ten minutes. It didn't bode well for her future relations with the coterie, but she decided that it would be best not to spit in the face of the Prince and abolish her role in the Blood Hunt. Besides: they needed her. They needed her badly, from what she interpreted. From the child to the Tzimisce, the coterie had a plethora of issues to overcome. If the group actually solved this murder mystery, it would be of great surprise to Margarita. If the group actually solved this murder mystery, it would be of great credit to Margarita as well. She could perchance use this leverage in her favor of securing a larger haven for herself--or even a larger cash flow from her contacts. It all depended on how this gaggle of gothic ghouls and geeks stowed their apprehensions and worked.

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From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Interpreting their reactions to her words, Margarita offered respect to the trading of speaking between the Kindred. She gave as much as she received, taking note of the lack of recompense from her appointment as faux-head of this small collaboration of ne'er-do-wells. Her eye twitched as a small bug buzzed its way into it, which sent a small revulsion across her body that was fought off with a bit of focus. The woman's head shuddered slightly, and she clutched her arms close to her chest. Her clothes fell loose around her in the dank air, and salty breeze that ruffled the thick fabrics of her dark and faded purple pants. The semi-sari she tumbled across her body did well enough to hide how emaciated her Nosferatic form was, but that did little to change how imposing she looked as a vision of death itself.

Happy to hear a bit of positive response for once, Margarita perked up with a toothy grin at the offerings of a haven and pleasantries. "I could think of nothing more agreeable. Personally, I believe I will be taking my refuge in the underground labyrinths I'm so accustomed to; unless this would raises suspicions amongst us, at which point I would gladly stink up your haven with my homely presence." Her words seemed to be pointed at herself more than anyone else: a relishing of her ghastliness. The same toothy grin cracked her dry hide as she listened to the small childe speak, more enjoying the silly sight of the youngling enjoying a cigarette. "Whatever your haven is made of, be it plaster or periwinkle, I'm sure it will suffice our meager needs. After all, being Kindred, it's not as if we need a large space in which to live. We'll operate out of your gracious giving of locale, Dawn. I'm sure your openness would be of great pleasure to the Prince, unlike others. The words dripped with venom as they dribbled off her tongue into the air which you could practically chew on it was so full of brine and stink. Her misty eyes glazed over the crew again, which she followed with a short remark. "Very well then. Any other misgivings or questions we should address on our way to your haven, Dawn. Would you be so kind?" Her bony hand extended forwards, as if to offer the lead of the group over to Dawn.

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

Hi all, there was a period where I was unable to access the site. That period is now over. I'll get my post up hot'n'fresh tomorrow (Sunday). Sorry for the delay!!!

From the shadows [Based off Vampire the Masquerade] not accepting anymore players!

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.