DIR Return Create A Forum - Home
---------------------------------------------------------
HTML https://anywherecafe.createaforum.com
---------------------------------------------------------
*****************************************************
DIR Return to: RP Threads
*****************************************************
#Post#: 844--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: VAP0RSPAC3
Date: January 27, 2025, 3:19 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right max=45%][img
width=300]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/14ac25d8-632f-48a3-9c2d-143fe6c951a1.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/img][/float]
[left]"Don't talk like you don't want me.
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"[/left]
[center]M'Kayleigh Bancroft
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/26053570-bd22-4e88-9d16-b3ab9ea6e3ff.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/center]
[center]Ventrue Neonate - Fame:1 Club Promoter[/center]
[left]"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to
go, Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
App:4 Exotic | Cha:3 | Presence: Awe - 2 Succ | Blush of
Health[/left]
---------------------------------------------------------
M'Kayliegh was new blood, and old money. She was only a few
years out of her embrace, and things like Lexicon outside of
Common Parlance was something she was still learning. The
communication gap between Clara and herself only sometimes
bridged by Stacy, as she was much younger than Clara and still
understood some of Mk's slang. The way Clara reacted to her
slang was the same way MK often reacted to Clara's Old Form and
her cowgirl slang. She gave hugs and kisses around, then slid
into her seat to check in with her girls.
She noticed the serious tone of the conversation as she
approached, but tries to brush it off with her greeting. Its
obvious the conversation wasn't sidelined by her arrival,
instead she realizes its important. - She frowns a little at
Stacy when she mentions she had a vision. It did explain the
seriousness, and the often fleeting lucidity Stacy now
possesses. She listens to her as Stacy explains the vision. She
huffs a little, her little chest heaving with an apparent breath
as she settles into her chair to lock in. "OK. Stacy what's the
move? We gonna try and finesse this box from the man or
whatever. Like, is this guy main character energy? I need more
tea"
She looks to Clara, stifling a chuckle when she realizes The
Toreador said 'tarnation'. Sometimes she wishes she had a GenZ
to Wild West option on her translator app. She nodded in
agreement with Clara's question though. That was the real thing
on her mind as well. "Yeah Stacy, is this guy a threat, should
we be shook or nah?" she asks, looking back to Stacy, then to
Clara again, almost hesitant at the upcoming answer. "I don't
throw hands like that, bestie... I'm not Red Dead Redemption
like Annie Oakley here, but I will go full mean girl if I have
to." She nods at Clara, reassuringly. They had multiple tools at
their disposal beyond mere brute force, but between the three of
them they had that too, if they needed it.
#Post#: 845--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: BIGDoor82
Date: January 27, 2025, 3:38 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right
max=45%]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/6a302a4b-a9a8-45c8-9a96-7fa3d8265651.jpg[/float]
Anastasia
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yuv9sYaXkuwEkW019zVwwtGGI8UuUKc-loUkYIXI8DE/edit?tab=t.0
Stacy
Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should
-Kesha
[Approved]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 3/4 | Humanity: 6
---------------------------------------------------------
I can't help but laugh at the generational confusion. I don't
use a lot of slang, unless there's a specific purpose for it.
“Beach. Let's get out of here and go to the beach. Fewer ears.
The twins can drive us.” They're currently outside with the car.
I have a black SUV that I can drive, but why? That's what
they're for. Also, I just love the beach. It's where my Sire is
still buried, deep enough to not be found...
#Post#: 846--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 27, 2025, 4:06 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[center]Clara Groves
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AClDOVvXIyNBIrirOsyQwbWX2l07LWgEWZfKHCT1Tn0/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/HCJzm2X.png[/float]
---------------------------------------------------------
[BR]
It's not all static. She can kind of infer MK's speech
sometimes, and 'throw hands' is close enough to something they
might've said back in her day. While she doesn't indulge in the
gauche smooching the other two do, she does snake an arm around
the Ventrue and give her a reassuring squeeze. She's still
young, it's scary - she's been there too, and she's not so old
that she's completely forgotten how that felt. "I will protect
you, like always," she murmurs, words for MK alone but probably
overheard by Stacy anyways.[BR][BR]Pulling away, she pushes her
hair back over her shoulders and fixes her cardigan again. Just
so, just right. "Your automobile reeks of your men's
aftershave," she complains, scrunching up her nose
demonstratively. It probably isn't even aftershave. Because who
uses that anymore? "I'll have Sebastian follow you." She has a
burned orange Flying Spur that absolutely kicks ass. And the
steering wheel is entirely off-limits to the entire coterie
(even Clara, because she would as a best case scenario insert it
directly into the nearest wall).[BR][BR]She waits for the others
to stand before making her way out toward the exit, to where her
ghoul waits in the parking lot hitting on whoever gets within
flirting distance of the car that isn't his.
#Post#: 847--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: VAP0RSPAC3
Date: January 27, 2025, 6:03 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right max=45%][img
width=300]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/14ac25d8-632f-48a3-9c2d-143fe6c951a1.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/img][/float]
[left]"Don't talk like you don't want me.
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"[/left]
[center]M'Kayleigh Bancroft
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/26053570-bd22-4e88-9d16-b3ab9ea6e3ff.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/center]
[center]Ventrue Neonate - Fame:1 Club Promoter[/center]
[left]"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to
go, Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
App:4 Exotic | Cha:3 | Presence:3 - P:1 Awe - 2 Succ | Blush of
Health[/left]
---------------------------------------------------------
M'kayleigh leans into Clara, she learned to enjoy the cool skin
of other Kindred against her own warmth, it was soothing in a
way, and sometimes Mk needed a little reassuring. She nods
silently, adjusting herself and straightening in her seat to
listen to Stacy. The beach made sense, it wasn't terribly far
away and it had secluded areas far from the ears of Kine and
other Kindred alike. She was a little disappointed, as the night
was young and she was leaving her preferred hunting grounds,
away from her carefully procured Herd, and into the night as a
hungry little Ventrue. "Bet, that's a W Sis. The beach is peak.
I'm down to fly"
She chuckles at Clara's comment about The Twins' cologne. She's
not wrong though, aftershave and cologne are kind of outdated at
this point, nearly dying out with Millennials and almost non
existent with GenZ and GenAlpha. MK thought scented body spray
was 'doing the most' and knew most guys her age would wear
pheromones before cologne, but rarely even did that. "I'm dead"
She says, tossing her head back to laugh for a moment before
standing. "It's not that bad, at least they shower and have good
hygiene. No crusty bois allowed." - She follows Stacy and Clara
to the exit, stopping at the valet podium to speak with the lead
valet. She instructs him to move her car from it's position out
front to a safe location in back. "I'm pampered princess party
girl tonight Dylan, I'm riding with one of my besties." She says
to the valet with a wink.
She stood there for a few seconds deciding which vehicle to get
into. Stacy has the big vehicle with the two big sexy ghouls,
and Clara has a really cool fvcking car, and a sexy ghoul who
appeared to be living his best ghoul life. Who wouldn't want to
drive Clara around in a Flying fvcking Spur. "Hey Sebastian,
slay Zaddy. I see you in your sexy chauffer era living your best
life" She quips, turning to Stacy with a mischievous grin. "I
think I'm going to ride with Clara an 'Bash this time. I'll ride
with you on the way back, pinky promise." She holds her pinky
out to Stacy, then climbs into the back seat of the orange
Bently.
"Gas pedal, gas pedal. GAS PEDAL, GAS PEDAL" she begins
singing/chanting the title part of Gas Pedal, by Sage the
Gemini.
#Post#: 849--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: BIGDoor82
Date: January 27, 2025, 7:04 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right
max=45%]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/6a302a4b-a9a8-45c8-9a96-7fa3d8265651.jpg[/float]
Anastasia
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yuv9sYaXkuwEkW019zVwwtGGI8UuUKc-loUkYIXI8DE/edit?tab=t.0
Stacy
Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should
-Kesha
[Approved]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 3/4 | Humanity: 6
---------------------------------------------------------
The ride isn't a long one. The twins do their job, they keep
quiet, and we just ride. I'm sitting in the back of my Escalade,
my feet propped up and hanging slightly out the window. The cold
winter evening air doesn't bother me. As a vampire it never
will. My shiny heels are in the floorboards. “Stop using the
shitty body spray you two use. It upsets my friends.” I tell the
wins as they drive.
Finally we reach the beach parking area and I hop out, leaving
my heels in the car. “Stay here.” I tell them and head out onto
the sand. I love the feeling of sand between my toes. I used to
come here when I was alive, to sun bathe. I miss the feel of the
sun on my face. It's one of the few things from life I wish I
still had...
My body, covered in the glitter, sparkles in the moonlight. The
cloth that only covers what my be legally covered does so as
well. I take a deep breath of the gulf air, and then remember
the gulf smells like shit. “Blek.” I say with a laugh.
I turn to face my girls. “Well, ladies. I had a vision, as I
told you.” I say all dramatically. “I saw the captain of some
kind of large vessel die upon opening a black lacquered box with
a silver medallion on it's top. He's been in my dreams the last
few days.” I tell them, speaking of the dreams I have while dead
in my bed. “Then I saw a man, with angular, but handsome,
features that I couldn't really make out. He will be coming to
us in the next few nights.” I tell them, and then to put a point
on it. “Of that I am sure.” I say with a smile. I'm still
holding it together, keeping Malkav's gift at bay, but I don't
think I can do so for much longer.
#Post#: 850--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 27, 2025, 7:21 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[center]Clara Groves
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AClDOVvXIyNBIrirOsyQwbWX2l07LWgEWZfKHCT1Tn0/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/HCJzm2X.png[/float]
---------------------------------------------------------
[BR]
MK's relationship with Sebastian is very different from Clara's.
The ghoul, kind of a James Dean sort, always gives her a smile
like she'd made his day just by looking his way. He even opens
the door for her, assures her that it's so good to see her -
things he doesn't do for Clara, because she doesn't want him to.
For her, he's part nurse, helping a senior citizen navigate
through an unfamiliar, ever-advancing world, and part employee,
expected to drive, to occasionally fire a gun, and to act as her
communications officer. She'd take a bullet for him (and she
has), she pays him well, but they aren't friendly like he is
with the Ventrue.[BR][BR]Which is why he puts on the song for
her while he chases Stacy's SUV, much to Clara's bemusement.
When they park, she tells him, "Keep the motor rumbling," then
slips out with her unnatural grace to be the one to open the
door for MK, even offering her a hand to hold on the way to meet
back up with their Malkavian associate.[BR][BR]She wears boots
nearly exclusively, and while she'd been cajoled into doing
heels, they are always blocky, chunky numbers that clunk and
thunk when she walks across hard floors. They're not great for
sand, not like her favorites, but bootcut jeans keep the silt
out. Her thumb rubs across MK's knuckles as she listens to dire
forebodings from a prophet. Her hands are calloused from the
pistolwork of her long past. "We'll stay together, then," she
announces. "Safety in numbers. If it's inevitable, then I reckon
he oughta be able to find our hotel room."
#Post#: 852--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: VAP0RSPAC3
Date: January 27, 2025, 8:51 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right max=45%][img
width=300]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/14ac25d8-632f-48a3-9c2d-143fe6c951a1.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/img][/float]
[left]"Don't talk like you don't want me.
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"[/left]
[center]M'Kayleigh Bancroft
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/26053570-bd22-4e88-9d16-b3ab9ea6e3ff.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/center]
[center]Ventrue Neonate - Fame:1 Club Promoter[/center]
[left]"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to
go, Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
App:4 Exotic | Cha:3 | Presence:3 - P:1 Awe - 2 Succ | Blush of
Health[/left]
---------------------------------------------------------
M'Kayleigh was always friendly with the help. It started with
Daddy's bodyguards, then her Sire's ghouls, and now the Twins
and Sebastian. She didn't have ghouls of her own, it seemed like
too much responsibility. It was Kinda like having a pet that she
had to give blood. She wasn't wasting her blood on ghouls, not
when her prey exclusion is rather specific. "Oh Em Gee. Thanks
'Bash, you're the real hero." she bounces along in her seat to
the music as they drive towards the beach. She was enjoying the
ride, it was fast and luxurious, unlike her BRZ that was custom
built only for speed and exterior cosmetics.
She hops out of the Bentley, her dainty little sandals sparkling
like the rest of her. "Excuse me queens. Allow me to be a bougie
bish RQ. I would rather ruin these heaux than walk around with
my feet out. Periodt." No. She was NOT walking barefoot through
a parking lot. - "I'm witcha sistas" She calls ahead, stomping
through the parking lot and onto the beach, her flat bottom
sandals at least providing a surface for her to walk on. She
wasn't wearing heels, part of her allure is being petite, so why
mess with it?
She listens to Stacy explain the situation in further detail now
that they were all away from any possible eavesdroppers,
including the three ghouls. They might have a peculiar Coterie,
especially in regards to communication, but they did have each
other's backs, and trust went a long way with MK. She was new to
her unlife, and finding two other Kindred that weren't always
trying to get something from her or use her as a pawn... that
was worth the extra work it sometimes took to understand each
other, and the space they all provided to allow each of them to
be themselves.
"Ok Pause. This guy like a pirate or something? Jack Sparrow or
like Malaysian pirates, like... modern pirates?" She heard Daddy
talk about pirates near Singapore handing out L's to his
shipping vessels coming through the Straight of Malacca. "I
umm... I like strength in numbers." She agrees with Clara, and
just the thought of this mystery guy finding them made her a
little uneasy.
#Post#: 855--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: BIGDoor82
Date: January 28, 2025, 7:45 am
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right
max=45%]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/6a302a4b-a9a8-45c8-9a96-7fa3d8265651.jpg[/float]
Anastasia
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yuv9sYaXkuwEkW019zVwwtGGI8UuUKc-loUkYIXI8DE/edit?tab=t.0
Stacy
Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should
-Kesha
[Approved]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 3/4 | Humanity: 6
---------------------------------------------------------
“Not a pirate, no. I'm not sure he means us harm,
but...visions...” They're not always accurate when representing
people. “I remember a suit, black, pressed, with pinstripes.
Expensive looking.” Like something my dad would have worn. It's
weird, even now, in stressful times, I still think about Daddy.
We didn't always get along, but he was always there...
Anyway. “I agree though. We should stick together.” I dislike
hotels. “One of these days we need to set up a backup Haven.
Something secure.” I say, kind of offhandedly.
“But...yeah...hotel. The Courthouse?” I ask. The Le Méridien
Tampa is a hotel that used to be a historic courthouse in the
Bay area. Not a terrible place. “The other options are the
Seminole Hard Rock or the Hilton, and Paris can fuck off.” Why
do I hate Paris Hilton? I don't remember...
#Post#: 857--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 28, 2025, 12:18 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[center]Clara Groves
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/1AClDOVvXIyNBIrirOsyQwbWX2l07LWgEWZfKHCT1Tn0/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[center]Everybody in this party's fuckin' fake - and so am I,
but I just got here so I gotta show some face.[/center]
[center]Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/HCJzm2X.png[/float]
---------------------------------------------------------
[BR]
Pirates and cowboys might be natural enemies but Clara doesn't
allow herself to get sidetracked by this. She does however look
briefly concerned about who this Jack Sparrow guy is though, and
whether he's going to be a problem. Letting go of MK's hand, she
steps closer to Anastasia. "Forget about the man for a spell,
what was in the box? Is he bringin' it to us? Is it
dangerous?"[BR][BR]These questions are largely hypothetical, and
she taps her temple to indicate that they ought to be
considering what those answers might be. The three of them share
two braincells between them though so that might be an exercise
in vain. "We'll stay at the Edition, penthouse suite. Been there
before, they'll button up the blinds nice and tight if you ask.
And there'll be ample space for the boys to set guard while we
slumber."[BR][BR]She extracts her wallet from her purse, then
unslings the latter and hands it to Anastasia. It's full of
'petty cash' to the tune of a few thousand dollars, some makeup
that probably only Clara would wear, and of course the concealed
holster housing a Korth .44 revolver with jeweled controls.
Instinct says to shove her wallet into her pocket at this time
but somewhere along the line it had been decided in committee
that women's jeans ought not to have pockets, which bedevils the
old gunslinger to no end. "I'll go get everything ready, you
take M'Kayleigh to get some grub an' we'll circle the wagons
before sunup."
#Post#: 861--------------------------------------------------
Re: Make Art Not Friends
DIR By: VAP0RSPAC3
Date: January 28, 2025, 11:10 pm
---------------------------------------------------------
[float=right max=45%][img
width=300]
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/14ac25d8-632f-48a3-9c2d-143fe6c951a1.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/img][/float]
[left]"Don't talk like you don't want me.
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"[/left]
[center]M'Kayleigh Bancroft
HTML https://sharedalbums.b-cdn.net/26053570-bd22-4e88-9d16-b3ab9ea6e3ff.jpg?rotate=0&width=800&height=800&optimizer=image[/center]
[center]Ventrue Neonate - Fame:1 Club Promoter[/center]
[left]"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to
go, Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
App:4 Exotic | Cha:3 | Presence:3 - P:1 Awe - 2 Succ | Blush of
Health[/left]
---------------------------------------------------------
M'Kayleigh listens to Stacy recount her vision, this time
focusing on the man. She looks out over the waves for a moment,
taking a few seconds to calm herself and visualize the man in
the pinstripe suit. She could deal with suits, at least better
than either kind of pirate. She was getting more attuned to the
little dance the three of them did when it came to Stacy's
visions. She jumped to conclusions and imagined the worst, Clara
roped them back in with sensible questions, and Stacy shifted
her focus as best she could to describe her visions. It worked,
in it's own way. "Okay, he's not giving pirate, he's giving
businessman" she says, turning back to the group.
She smirks a little when they talk about hotels, she really
didn't have a favorite hotel, at least not in the United States.
As long as the room was blacked out, she didn't care. She was
however curious about the apparent beef Stacy had with Paris
Hilton. It wasn't the time or place to ask, so she just files it
away under 'black ball Paris from DJing in Tampa' and ask Stacy
about it later. "F. I didn't even think about the box. Fvck.
What if pinstripe Zaddy isn't dangerous, but the box IS? I'm
straight up not having fun RN." She was prepped for a fun night
out, and now they had like... mysterious Vampire stuff to do.
"Okay suga momma" She grins at Clara a little as she pulls a
couple of racks out of her purse like she was Tyga about to make
it rain in the club. MK wasn't strapped for money, but she was
young and all of her money existed only in her phone and on some
computer screens as little ones and zeros, in some foreign bank
account, or tied up in assets or bonds or whatever. "I could def
eat. I'm not rollin, and it prolly not gonna hit the same when I
am, but I'm on some 'a bish gotta feed' type shii RN" She nods
at Clara thankfully. Sometimes Stacy doesn't always realize when
MK hasn't fed, and it's not like it's anyone else's job to make
sure she hunts... but she tries not to burden the group with her
issues with prey exclusion. "I'll ride back with Stacy and The
Twins, lemme grab my phone out the Bentley an say bye to
Sebastian" She says with a smile. The night wasn't completely
ruined, they still had time before 'sunup' to get a quick bite
before meeting up with Clara at the hotel.
*****************************************************
Page 2 of 3
DIR Previous Page
DIR Next Page