Hi guys, I can't post atm, the wifi here in the kungfu school is down. Should be up in about 2 days again. I'm writing this in a coffee place on my phone right now. I'll get something up as soon as the Internet is back up
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Something, something, who let the dogs out, something, something :P
Norman saw Aleksandri join him, her mouth was moving. Norman couldn't exactly make out what she was saying, his ears still ringing, but he assumed it was about the others inside. "Maybe one or two more vampires," he answered, the young vampire was completely oblivious to half of his own family and didn't know any names. Nothing was moving in the rubble. He stopped digging for a bit and took a look at the rubble. "Nevermind this, they're goners..." Norman spoke, "We're fine, Anya." He told the little girl, Norman wasn't sure if she needed to be comforted more. Before he could give this more thought a loud crash drew his attention. Some guy had jumped down from a building and landed on a car. Norman's face got the puzzled look again and his mouth fell half open. 'Feeding time at the local zoo', Norman thought and tilted his head a tad to the side. Norman quickly put two and two together and Anya wanted to know the same thing. The man apperently blew up the bar and by his stupid grin Norman could tell it wasn't the first time. There he was, taunting and baited, on a silver platter, ripe for the slaughter.
"My friend..." Norman told the guy and pointing at the bar, "You've got is-sues!" But good thing he was finally here. Norman was still pissed for not being involved in this whole scheme. It was always the same thing with that kind of type, everything went well until it went wrong. And Norman knew that carjumper bit off a bit more than he could chew. Another voice arose from out of an alley, Norman once again: puzzled look and mouth half open. Norman chuckled when the guy spoke about dancefloors exploding, if only he knew. This guy wanted to recycle thrash, he looked confident enough. From his get-up Norman gathered that the man spend a lot of time around thrash. "Yeah, hold him down, then I'll suck him dry and cut off his head." Norman told the newcommer as he took a couple of steps forward. Let's see what carjumper is made off. Norman was going to enjoy this.
"My friend..." Norman told the guy and pointing at the bar, "You've got is-sues!" But good thing he was finally here. Norman was still pissed for not being involved in this whole scheme. It was always the same thing with that kind of type, everything went well until it went wrong. And Norman knew that carjumper bit off a bit more than he could chew. Another voice arose from out of an alley, Norman once again: puzzled look and mouth half open. Norman chuckled when the guy spoke about dancefloors exploding, if only he knew. This guy wanted to recycle thrash, he looked confident enough. From his get-up Norman gathered that the man spend a lot of time around thrash. "Yeah, hold him down, then I'll suck him dry and cut off his head." Norman told the newcommer as he took a couple of steps forward. Let's see what carjumper is made off. Norman was going to enjoy this.
Good idea, it's always better to keep things flowing. Hoping @kaalee will be back soon
I hope it wasn't anything too serious at the doctor's. Please tell me you just sat in the waitingroom for over 3 and a half hours and the actual appointment took only 10 minutes.
Awesome! Straight into the action. Can't wait for what will happen.
Good thing Sindile showed up when he did :D
Good thing Sindile showed up when he did :D
Norman tilted his head a bit to the right when he saw the confused look on Anya's face. She went on about a shower, something that struck Norman as odd for this kind of meeting. To make the situation more confusing a familiar voice ordered a cognac behind him. Norman turned his head around to see if he was correct in his assumption. When it was indeed Adalaide who had showed up to the meeting he let out a soft, "What the...", under his breath. Adalaide was right, the odds of the two of them working on something together was slim, very slim. Anya still seemed as confused as before. Now she went on about opinions. Norman's mouth fell half open en his face got stuck in a puzzled look. Something was off, wrong even. A *beep* went through the bar, something Norman had heard several times in earlier situations. "Fuuu...", was all he could get out before the explosion knocked him away.
As Norman woke up he regained his vision. His ears were still ringing and he was in pain. He felt that something heavy had crushed his legs and the rest of his body was also stuck under rubble. Some places on his body were burned. Norman could get his hand under his chest and tried to push upward. Little by little he got further up, until he felt he got stuck because of his legs. He went back down focused and started the reconstruction of the bones in his legs. A painful task, but it worked and he was able to push himself further up and free his legs. With legs under him he was able to exert enough force to break through the debris and get out from under it. As soon as he got out of the deathtrap they had been put in another sensation took a hold of him... Blood! He could smell it as his eyes found Sindile.
"You!" Norman called out, as he tried to walk over to the Sanguinist. His legs still unsure and his balance not fully regained he fell and tumbled down the pile of rubble. He crawled back up, "You, Sanguinist, get over here!". Norman staggered the last part over to the young man and fed. He could feel his focus increasing, his wounds healing and the pain subsiding. When he was done he forced his claws out and started digging for the other two vampires.
As Norman woke up he regained his vision. His ears were still ringing and he was in pain. He felt that something heavy had crushed his legs and the rest of his body was also stuck under rubble. Some places on his body were burned. Norman could get his hand under his chest and tried to push upward. Little by little he got further up, until he felt he got stuck because of his legs. He went back down focused and started the reconstruction of the bones in his legs. A painful task, but it worked and he was able to push himself further up and free his legs. With legs under him he was able to exert enough force to break through the debris and get out from under it. As soon as he got out of the deathtrap they had been put in another sensation took a hold of him... Blood! He could smell it as his eyes found Sindile.
"You!" Norman called out, as he tried to walk over to the Sanguinist. His legs still unsure and his balance not fully regained he fell and tumbled down the pile of rubble. He crawled back up, "You, Sanguinist, get over here!". Norman staggered the last part over to the young man and fed. He could feel his focus increasing, his wounds healing and the pain subsiding. When he was done he forced his claws out and started digging for the other two vampires.
Great, that you got the opening post done. I already posted something as well. Let's get this ball rolling :D
Norman Perry walked along the busy New York streets. Even at this hour car and cabs were racing by, only stopping for the occasional traffic light that turned red. The wind from the passing cars was a bit cold. The cold really didn't bother Norman, he was just annoyed by the fact that the wind made it increasingly difficult to light a cigarette. The flame finally held in a moment of peace, when no cars passed by. Norman continued on his way, the orange tip of his cigarette leading the way. The young vampire almost lost his train of thought because of 'the cigarette incident'. How could he forget? Vampires and Werewolves had been dying left and right. At first he was annoyed, almost angry, because of this. Was there a war brewing? And he wasn't invited? This was however not the case. Then there were two options left... Either he wasn't hit yet, because he wasn't consider worthy to off or because whoever was behind this was scared. The former made him angry, the latter however made him smile. Norman had given the issue a lot of thought and came up with nothing of substance. Letting the thought go, he continued on to The Zone.
After a short walk, and another 'cigarette incident', Normand arrived at The Zone. One of the most exclusive establishments in the city. He walked op to the bouncer, "Norman Perry". The bouncer checked the list, nodded, murmured a welcome and let the vampire past. The Zone wasn't the kind of place Norman usually would hang out. There was a little bar in Manhattan, just as exclusive as this one, called "Bloody Hell" where he liked to pass the time. That bar had however been raided by whoever or whatever was killing off vampires. Let's just say the Bloody Hell was turned into a bloody mess. He didn't really care for the patrons, it was more that the whiskey they had was exquisite. Norman made his way to the bar and immediately spotted the small girl sitting there, Anya. He nodded at her as he arrived at the bar. The Zone didn't have the assortment of whiskeys that the Bloody Hell had. He ordered a beer and took the stool next to Anya.
"Hi, what's the plan?", Norman asked. Normally he was only invited to something if there was a job involved.
After a short walk, and another 'cigarette incident', Normand arrived at The Zone. One of the most exclusive establishments in the city. He walked op to the bouncer, "Norman Perry". The bouncer checked the list, nodded, murmured a welcome and let the vampire past. The Zone wasn't the kind of place Norman usually would hang out. There was a little bar in Manhattan, just as exclusive as this one, called "Bloody Hell" where he liked to pass the time. That bar had however been raided by whoever or whatever was killing off vampires. Let's just say the Bloody Hell was turned into a bloody mess. He didn't really care for the patrons, it was more that the whiskey they had was exquisite. Norman made his way to the bar and immediately spotted the small girl sitting there, Anya. He nodded at her as he arrived at the bar. The Zone didn't have the assortment of whiskeys that the Bloody Hell had. He ordered a beer and took the stool next to Anya.
"Hi, what's the plan?", Norman asked. Normally he was only invited to something if there was a job involved.
@Shikaru, we knows. Good to hear you're working on it. Looking forward to the opening post.
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