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Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by Henso
n Ministries, Inc.
By: Slick Date: March 28, 2026, 7:54 pm
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Rex was waiting in the living room for Jane. She had heard Dutch
wanted him to check out the Midnight Tent Revival at the Henson
Church, and she’d asked to come. Reluctant at first, he couldn’t
think of a good reason to tell her no.
Rex’s home was an old two story house near the outskirts of
town, shrouded by a barrier of thickly grown trees and overgrown
bushes. The property had belonged to an old man who’d lost his
wife two decades ago. When Rex had become an Anarch, he’d been
squatting in abandoned homes in the area, but would show up some
nights and talk with the old man. Help feed his dogs, clean up a
few things here and there. Eventually the old man died, and Rex
had been left the property.
It hadn’t been until he started dating Jane that he tried
cleaning up the place. It was like an animal lived in it, and to
be fair, there was. Not just Rex, but his herd of animals. Cats,
dogs, raccoons. They’d been sent out, warded from many of the
rooms, but it still smelled of animal. She said it hadn’t been a
reason, but Rex wasn’t sure. Asking her to move in with him was
a big deal, and he wasn’t exactly inviting her to a palace.
He looked at the couch and the quilt he’d thrown over it. Thenhe
shook his head, tearing it off and trying a different quilt. The
pattern was worse, and he growled. He wasn’t meant to decorate.
Half the time he was tempted to just dig a hole in the dirt and
sleep there. Maybe she was right.
A black cat strolled past him and jumped on the couch, loafing
on the quilt. “Least someone likes it.”
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
enson Ministries, Inc.
By: Cherie Date: March 28, 2026, 8:53 pm
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-Jane had left the city, and gotten back to her place. She had
hesitated in asking for Rex’s help mostly because she wasn’t
exactly talking fully to him. It was the dumbest thing they
were arguing about. He was ready for her to move in, he had
asked her. It was a big step for him and she knew that. She had
said the animals weren’t the reason, but they were part of the
reason. It also had to do with her insecurities about the
situation, but the animals were a good go too. The more she
denied it wasn’t then the more he would think it was. Though,
she really didn’t want to live in a house that just reeked of
animals. The smell alone was enough to drive her insane.
Rex was a good guy to her, and yet she just couldn’t bring
herself to make that move. Why would she want leave her place?
She had a very small place out in the bayou that was quiet,
peaceful, comfortable and smelled good. Rex spent his time here,
so she had even created a drawer and gave him closet space. Her
place wasn’t glamourous but it was her home.
She had changed from her outfit from being in the city because
even as a vampire being out in the city just made her feel
gross. She threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, a black off
the shoulder t-shirt. She put on a little make-up and brushed
out her hair. It didn’t take her too long to leave the house.
She jumped in the truck that she got from Rex and she drove to
his house. Once she got there thought. She sat in her car for a
moment talking herself up.- “You can do this, you can do this.”
-she said as she finally opened her eyes and opened her car
door. Jogging up the stairs that were becoming rotted, she
could feel the cushion of the spores under her boots.
The site of him sitting in the living room was jarring to her
for some reason when she entered into the house. As if she
wasn’t expecting him to be in his own home. Jane figured maybe
he’d be upstairs or someplace else.- “Hey.” -she said to him, as
if they were just meeting for the first time. That was when she
noticed the blankets and gave him a quizzical look before
brushing it off.- “You ready to go?”
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
enson Ministries, Inc.
By: Slick Date: March 29, 2026, 10:51 am
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[center]Rex was only older than Jane by a decade in undead
years, but he’d made a name for himself among the Camarilla of
New Orleans during turbulent times, and standing out as a
Gangrel with his battle prowess in both the bayou and the city.
His tours of Vietnam had helped prepare him for those scuffles
with the Sabbat. When Xavier had withdrawn the clan from the
Sect en-masse, Rex had to grapple with stepping down as a Hound
and starting off on his own, but not because he felt a sense of
community with Kindred of the city, but because the uncertainty
that came with having no purpose. Taking up camp with the
Anarchs out in the boondocks was its own war. The same people
he’d been fighting with for years were now supposedly his
allies. Dutch, the baron, ran him through hell to make him prove
he wasn’t a spy, that he was willing to stand for a cause, or at
least help defend his agenda.
Jane was the only one that hadn’t shunned him right away. She’d
talk to him at the gatherings, help him with missions.
Eventually they would go hunting together, showing her the
swamps outside the trailer park he grew up. He lived there now,
his family having left or died by then. She’d been there for him
when Katrina wiped it out, and let him crash at her haven from
time to time when he became transient.
Now he had a house. He had status in the Anarchs. He had a
girlfriend. One he loved. Did he love her? He think he loved
her. It maybe seemed selfish, some lingering human ideal of what
relationships were, or maybe just possessiveness. But the way it
was going, getting her to agree, felt like a war of attrition.
Jane showed up and Rex turned, looking between her and the cat
on the couch with a quilt thrown over it. He’d cleaned up a bit.
Swept, dusted, cleared out some junk. The windows had been
covered in newspaper. It was an effort. He was trying. His hair
and bear were combed, he was wearing his nice flannel and blue
jeans. Even his boots looked shined. “Nothin. I … nothing.
Yeah, I’m ready to go. Just let me grab my stuff,” he would walk
up to her, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “You look great.” he
murmured with a smile. It was fleeting, though, as he moved to
take up a duffel bag and a sawn-off pump shotgun from next to
the stairs. He shrugged. “You know how these hillbillies can
get…”
This was a scouting mission for the Anarchs. Others would be
showing up at different times to filter in through the Revival’s
crowd. They wanted to see how strong the Setites were, and if
they would make good allies. If things went sideways, Rex didn’t
want to be left with just his claws.
He let her drive, double checking his supplies in the duffle
before tucking it under the dash, sliding the shotgun underneath
the seat.
“Ever been to one of these before?” He asked, wondering why all
small talk felt awkward when there was tension in the
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
enson Ministries, Inc.
By: Cherie Date: March 29, 2026, 2:44 pm
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-She leaned her cheek upwards and put her hand on his arm,
turning her cheek so he could give her a kiss there. Everything
felt forced at the moment and Jane hated it. They would really
have to talk about this but tonight was probably not that night.
She was sure they could get through whatever this was. She
didn’t find their relationship stagnant, if anything it was full
of life and vigor. It was just this damn question about moving
in that had her perplexed. Was he only asking because it felt
like the necessary step? Was he asking because he wanted her to
move in with him? Was he asking because he wanted to know what
she was doing at all times? Her brain would explode from the
questions and she didn’t know why any part of her had doubted
him.
Rex had been through it, and for the most part she had been
through it with him. He might have thought she did all of the
things she had done for him because she felt like she had to be
a good friend. Truth was the first time Jane saw him she
developed a crush on him, so she made her mission to always talk
to him. To find a way to help him with missions. She inserted
herself because she liked him. Those feelings got deeper after
they started to hunt together till they both acted on those
urges and had not been apart since.
Except now it all felt so foreign.
“Thanks.” -reaching up she touched his beard before he stepped
away.- “You look good too.” -she said softly before she let him
go get his stuff. Her stuff was already packed in the truck. It
was an older beat up model but Rex made sure that it ran, was
safe, and reliable for her to travel in.- “The billies know how
to keep things interesting.” -her tone was one of amusement.
Once they were in the truck she started it up, letting it roar
to life. She wouldn’t be driving in stealthy in this thing, but
the thing ran like a champ, even it was a little loud. She had
her window half way down. It was warm but cool enough to enjoy
the warm breeze coming through the cab. Stands of her hair flew
wildly around her face. One hand was on the wheel the other was
rested on the window sil with her head in her hand as she drove.
As he spoke she lifted her head up and glanced over to him.
Putting a second hand on the wheel.-
“No. I’ve heard about them. That Uncle Cherub Charlie is a
little eccentric.” -she thought about that for a moment a smile
crossed her features as the streetlights started to get less and
less with where she was diving.- “Then again aren’t most
Kindred?” -most had their quirks, you’d be hard pressed to find
a normal one. Butch was probably about as normal as it got.
Grace was Toreador and while they liked to pretend they were
above everyone else you put her in front of a show and she would
be entranced. Rex was an animal lover it seemed and well she was
of the mind animals should be outside not sleeping on the
couches. She never had a pet when she was human, her human
parents weren’t for them. They had the same mindset she had and
that was the one area she hadn’t grown out of.
The silence between them was deafening and the only way to
defeat that silence was not to talk like adults about the issue,
but to throw on some music. She turned on the radio and let some
70s rock flow through the cab. Tapping her fingers on the
steering wheel while lightly singing along to. It was a much
better way to handle the elephant in the room.-
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
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By: Slick Date: March 29, 2026, 4:25 pm
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[center]Anarchs gossiped. They would warn about hooking up with
so and so, avoiding dating such and such from whatever clan. But
no one could really forbade it. No Camarilla Elders warning
about the dangers of co-mingling to lovelorn fledglings. The
lines of Clan were blurred out on the fringe, but not completely
gone. Maybe they couldn’t work out because of those
distinctions, though. Sure, they loved each other; they had fun
together, but maybe they were too different. She needed space
and freedom, as was her Brujah way; he needed a den and
security, like a gangrel. But that also felt like archaic
thinking. Ancient, Vampire segregationism. Looking at her drive
the truck he’d fixed for her, he couldn’t help but
long for her.
She mentioned Charlie and he snorted, shielding his eyes from
the cast of oncoming headlights.
“My Meemaw took me to a few. She went every Sunday for
years. Wild stuff. Snake-handling, speaking’ in tongues.
She and all those poor people shelling’ our their wages to
a Christian Circus…”
Not that he was going to pick a fight, but it was apparent he
wasn’t a fan. “I mean what kinda name is
‘Uncle Cherub Charlie’? He’s ancient. Oldest
fuckin’ vampire I ever seen. Grade A pervert, too.”
Then that silence again. Blues rock filtered in through the
station with a bit of static here and there. It bugged him that
he kept thinking about it. And he didn’t want to be
thinking about it when they got to the Revival. He turned down
the radio.
“I can keep the animals outside. Completely. Build some
shelters in the back. They ain’t gonna be inside.”
Even he didn’t seem very convinced that such a bargaining
chip would work.
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The Revival was way out in the sticks, away from any Camarilla
influence. Away from the influence of anything, really. A field
of mowed grass was used as a parking lot, and it was full of
cars and pick up trucks. The roads leading through the swamp to
the Tent had attendents along the way with flashlights and
reflectors, waving people in and directing traffic. They had to
park in the back, and even from there they could hear music, and
cheering, and shouting, and someone on a microphone MCing the
shit out the gathering. There were string lights and tiki
torches set up everywhere, giving an eerie ambience amidst the
sprawling canopy of trees behind the makeshift parking lot.
The torches along a gravel walkway led towards a legit Big Show
Tent. People were still filtering inside, passing through
security, but just as many were loitering, talking amidst each
other. There as a smoker’s corner, and you could even
smell reefer in the air. Some were drinking. There were even
couples takign refuge underneath trees, the shadows hiding their
tangled limbs. What kinda church was this?
Closer to the tent were poster board signs on stands.
Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents THE MIDNIGHT TENT REVIVAL
Henson Ministries Inc Welcomes all denominations, creeds, and
colors of every walk of Life. Come join our Flock
Blessed be the Weak
He has Chosen You
The last, on either side, was a large poster of Uncle Cherub
Charlie himself. A man that could have been anywhere between
60-90 years old, depending on how much plastic surgery he may
have had; a surprisingly thick head of Snow White hair, albeit
receding heavily; large, gold rimmed sunglasses obscuring most
of his face, and a smile that would put a horse to shame. He
held his arms as if he were Jesus himself, basking in the love
of the Lord. The poster read
UNCLE CHERUB CHARLIE WELCOMES YOU TO THIS SPECIAL PLACE OF
WORSHIP
The host of The Scripture Network’s longest running show,
‘Jesus: The Missing Years’
Security was tight, men wearing short sleeve button ups like
Mormons smiling too wide smiles as they waved wands and passed
people through metal detectors. A woman with a ridiculous perm
and gaudy purple dress, showing too much leg and cleavage,
sauntered over to the Anarchs as they passed through security,
clipboard in hand. She looked predatory with her overdone
makeup.
[I] “oooo I Bet I know whatchya’ll are here
for!”[/I] She looked Rex up and down, the hunger visible
in her features, before she did the exact same thing to Jane.
Rex felt violated, and glanced to Jane for a second. At first,
it felt like she’d spotted them. And then he felt oddly
protective of his girlfriend… The woman had a nametag on.
“Trudy”.
[I] “Bet you want Uncle Cherub Charlie to bless
y’all so this hunk a meat can but a baby in ya.
What’s wrong? Shooting’ blanks big guy? Too much
testosterone? Yeah I bet you’re on a
cycle…”[/I] Trudy bit her lip, reaching out to touch
his arm.
[I] “Trudy! Get yer ass back inside! Junior needs those
waivers!”[/I] Trudy rolled her eyes, giving a fake smile
to Rex and Jane before stomping off in her heels [i]
“He’ll get the fuckin’ waivers when I’m
done! I’m greeting’ folks at the…”[/I]
she was gone.
Rex just sort of blinked, and put his arm around Jane very
slowly before walking her inside.
The place was packed. Bleachers had been brought in and were
filled to the brim. There was standing room around the stage
that had been set up, with a full curtain closing off the back
part of the tent. There were concessions, fire dancers, fire
eaters. Men in conservative dress and Women in dresses carried
boas and snakes with them. A band played on the stage. String
lights, torches and candles were the main source of lighting,
but there were a few Parcans set up along the rafters to beam
down on the stage. It was a production. Everyone that worked
with the Ministry seemed beautiful, if not strange. Odd and
offputing, perhaps. The people in attendance were from all walks
of life. Well to do, poor, dirt poor. The sick, the homeless,
swamp dwelling cajun and reclusive hicks. But they were all out,
and they all seemed to be having a good time. Amidst the
standing crowd, they would see Dutch, a mop of shaggy brown hair
on his head, almost as tall as Rex. Other Anarchs were hanging
out elsewhere, watching the show as it seemed to build up to the
start.
Uncle Cherub Charlie was on stage, a geriatric man dressed like
a cocain dealer from the 80s, dancing to the gospel-like music
that permeated through the tent. He clapped his hands, waved
them round, shifting on expensive gator shoes. He was nimble for
an old guy. He was also a Kindred of an undetermined age and
generation. He’d looked like an old man for as long as
anyone could remember. And he was like a cracker-ass version of
James Brown dancing for that congregation. He even pulled out a
handerchief to dab his powder-dry forehead when the music
crescendoed and faded. He did a high kick.
[I] “Still got it, ladies and gents. I still got
it.!”[/I] The crowd lost their minds.[/center]
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
enson Ministries, Inc.
By: Cherie Date: March 29, 2026, 4:54 pm
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-She had listened to him talk, and by the way she was talking.
She was betting his Meemaw got scammed more than once by this
Christian Circus. It was that undertone of venom she could hear
in his voice. Those were the small details she picked up about
him. Those were the things she knew. And yet right now he felt
so far away from her even if he was sitting righ next to her.
She was hoping he’d be cool. He did sometimes have that temper
she worried about. He never ever got violent with her, if he had
that might be the end of him. He knew her past. Though she did
quiet enjoy when he got violent with other people.
She gave him a sideways glance just to read his body language
real quick. She needed to make sure he wasn’t a coiled snake
because that was not something she could afford. They could
afford at the moment. She needed information and right now this
was one of her better leads.
He started to talk about the animals and her foot hit the gas
harder. She could hear the music and the crowd even over the
radio but the lights were like an alien spaceship. Lighting up
in the completely darkness. She grabbed the wheel and jerked it
hard causing everything to shift in her truck, before she jerked
them into a parking space and hit the breaks hard causing them
to spring forward only to be caught by their seatbelts.-
“We’re here.” -she said completely avoiding the conversation all
together by almost killing them to park and to just get out of
the car. She needed to be away from the conversation. Jesus, she
was so glad that Butch couldn’t see her like this. He might
rethink her being his favorite childer. Grace on the other hand
would just murder her for being an embarrassment associated with
her name.
Walking next to Rex, the lights were almost blinding to her. The
area had been so dark and it was now lit up like a Christmas
tree. The sign jumped out to her. She mumbled reading what it
stated. Her eyes just made a look at it and her eyebrows shot
up. Her head slightly titled to the side in a ‘ok, I guess I’m
doing this’ way.
Jane was making sure she was also clocking the security. Rex
probably did the same. They made sure they were observant.
However, she didn’t notice the woman walk up to her just yet
until the clipboard was in sight and it caused Jane to jump back
for a moment. Jane gave Rex an angry look when Trudy was looking
him up and down as if it was his fault that happened. Then her
eyes moved to Trudy; Jane was getting to ready to open her
mouth. The muscles under her skin moved as if she was about to
fight already. Until Trudy mentioned about putting a baby in her
and it was just confusion. A very slow ‘what the fuck’ came from
her mouth.
Her eyes zeroed in on Trudy’s arm touching Rex. Touching her
man. HER MAN. A growl escaped her lips and it was a good thing
he put his arm heavy around her shoulders, because she almost
murdered that woman in front of everybody. Her body was still
trembling with rage as she watched which way Trudy went. Oh that
bitch had to die. Or at least lose a hand. Who the fuck did she
think she was? The rage was starting to boil in the borrowed
blood in her veins.
She was so mad that she went willingly with Rex. He could be
leading her to her death at the moment and she wouldn’t even
care. That woman touching Rex, looking him up and down like a
snack was almost enough to send her into frenzy state. Except
the weight of his arm was comforting and slowly she had to start
pulling back that anger.
Jane roughly put her arm around his waist and placed her hand
into his back pocket. She was claiming her territory.
Her rage started to subside as she saw the most ridiculous think
she had ever seen in her entire life. She actually had to blink
a few times to ensure that she wasn’t on drugs, that she didn’t
die and go to an alternate dimension, that this wasn’t some
trick of her mind breaking. What the fuck was she seeing?
She gave a horrifically confused look to Rex before slowly
putting her eyes back on the stage. She couldn’t even take her
eyes off the man as he was dancing on the state. Who in their
right or wrong mind turned this man into a vampire? What cruel
joke was being played? And was he wearing sequence?-
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
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By: Slick Date: March 29, 2026, 6:30 pm
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[center]Rex felt a rush of pride as he saw the rage wash over
Jane, seeing the switch flip, causing the corner of his lips to
twitch before he focused on the surroundings. Armed security.
Lots of bodies, ushers showing people their seats, others
helping the more infrmed get around, and even more walking
around with collection plates. Everyone that looked like they
worked for the Congregation had wide, vibrant eyes that shifted
between charming and soul-bindingly creepy. Something was
definitely off. but if the masses of Kine assembled seemed put
off, they weren’t. They were eating all of this up. And
they were definitely into Uncle Cherub Charlie.
The man strutted as he talked, stalking from one side of the
stage to the other and working the entire crowd. They were
engaged with him, and it was electrifying. Rex had to admit, it
was hard to deny. There was a magnetism to him, to the entire
show. And it was a show, a full on spectacle meant to razzle and
dazzle, and those in the stands, standing around the stage,
followed him with rapt attention.
[I] “I been doin’ this a long time now, folks. Long
time. It’s in my blood. I come from a long line of Pastors
and Holy Men meant to Shepard the Flocks to Salvation. Yessir.
And as long as I been doin’ it, I ain’t ever tired
of seeing’ so many people. So many people wanting’
to be blessed, and saved, and loved!”[/i]
More cheers. If he lifted his fingers even just slightly, he
could draw forth a reaction to a crowd, like a conductor. Some
women, older and younger, were squealing like he was A Beatle
come to the Bayou. The entire crowd, the air, all had a sexual
current underneath it.
[I] “Who came to have a good time? I know I did. Did you
have a good time? You ma’am? You sir? I know you did. No
one came here to suffer. Did you come to suffer, young man? No I
didn’t think so. Cause WE were not put on this Earth to
SUFFER. That’s not what He wanted for us. No Sir! He
wanted us to have a good time! A good life! Cause there
ain’t no life without living’ is there? Can I get an
Amen?”[/I]
[I] “AMEN!”[/I] They shouted back.
[I] “But Those good Times… do not Come without
Tribulations. We all go through ‘em. Many of you came here
cause you got troubles of your own. Sometimes, the world is just
too much to bear. Sometimes the world just steals that joy you
tryin’ to feel. Ain’ that right, y’all? And
you all come down here, every month, every week, heck, some
a’ you every day. And I welcome you with open arms. You
know why?”[/I]
He held a hand up to his ear, and many in the crowd cried back
[I]“Cause he Loves us!”[/I]
Charlie held a hand up to his chest, giving a look as if he were
about to cry. [I] “Yes he does. And so does Uncle Cherub
Charlie. Warms my heart, seeing’ so many devoted in the
crowd tonight! Souls that are free! That have accepted his love
into their hearts to drive out shame and fear.!”[/I]
[I] “You’re a sinner!”[/I] Someone shouted
from the crowd, and that bluster died from the jeers of those
around them.
[I] “What’s that now? Oh yes, I’m a sinner. I
know all the sins intimately well. But it is only through the
depths of sin… that you can explore the heights of
Divinity. That’s right! He does not teach us to condemn
the sinner, but to understand the sinner! And only through
understanding can you save, Amen!”[/I]
[I]”AMEN”[/I]
Charlie clapped, and everyone followed. The crowd was raucous,
ready for more and oddly randy. People were holding hands,
hugging, rubbing through clothing. They started to ease up as
Charlie waved his hands in a “simmer down” motion.
[I] “But not everyone here is a regular! We have quite a
few new faces in the crowd tonight. And that’s what I like
to see. Maybe some a’ you saw me on the TV. Maybe
you’re from another congregation… come to check out
the competition!”[/I] There were whistles, conspiratorial
murmurs before Charlie continued. [I] “Maybe some a yall
got lost on the backroads! Not to worry, cause Henson Ministries
Accepts all Demoninations, Colors, and Creeds from Awwwwl walks
of life. Yessir! Everyone welcome. Long as some of you prodigal
sons and daughters play nice, now.”[/I]
From the stage, they could see Charlie lower his sunglasses to
look through the crowd at Dutch. [I] “You don’t
bite, we don’t bite. Less y’all like
that.”[/I] The drummer cracked a symbol and Charlie
laughed and slapped his knee at his own joke. Others laughed
too, whistling salaciously. [I] “I’m playin’.
I’m in a mood tonight, y’all! I am in a mood
To-Night. Look at all these beautiful people! Let’s
welcome some of these sheep that wandered into our little corner
o’ the bayou.” [/I]
He pointed a finger along the crowd, going from face to face
before falling on Jane. Uncle Cherub Charlie whistled low. [I]
“My My. We have Eve from the Garden of Eden herself
tonight, ladies and gentlemen. You, young lady, hugging that
very rugged lumberjack next to you. Stuck to that boy like glue,
yessir. What’s yo name, Miss?”[/I] He lowered his
glasses, and even through the light shining of his spray tan,
she could see those vibrant green eyes. There was a weight
behind them. If she was wondering why people would be enthralled
by this clown, she was getting the brunt of it then.
Rex whispered low “Don’t look him in the
eyes.” She was smart. She likely knew that but he was
suddenly hugging her shoulder tighter, his claws itching to
slide out of his fingernails. He kept the beast at bay and
watched as she answered.[/center]
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Re: Uncle Cherub Charlie Presents the Midnight Tent Revival by H
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-Jane was understanding the appeal, because in some macabre way,
he was a little attractive. Or at least very charismatic. That
was going to be a problem. She had never been around someone
with a charisma that high. Her eyes glanced over towards the
people who were practically grinding on herself and she really
had to question if this was a revival or the start of an orgy.
Her voice was magnetic as well, and it all put her on guard even
more. He was a spectacle to behold. She understood the rumors
about him more and more about how no one really knew his true
age. He did look anywhere between 60-90 years old in human
years, but how old was he in vampire years? And how did he get
his hair so fluffed up.
She was looking around when he mentioned to look at all the
sheep, clearly Jane did not think she was a sheep. It was never
a word ever used to describe her. Her hand was tucked deep into
Rex’s pocket in case Trudy had any more bright ideas, so much so
that she wasn’t even paying attention that he was talking about
her.
Glancing quickly towards him, but thankfully Rex broke the
thought that she was going to look him in the eyes. Instead she
looked right at his forehead as he spoke to her. There was a
deer caught in headlights look on her face because she had no
idea what to do, what to say. Did she give her real name? Did
she give a fake name? Jane was normally pretty self assured but
lately she’s been having doubts and it all because of the man
who she was in fact glued too at the moment.
Then a kind smile appeared across her face as she was staring
right at his forehead giving the illusion that she was looking
into his eyes with out actually having to do it. She was
terrified of what might happen if she did, but the temptation
was there. It was a strong pull, but she was resisting it just
like she had to do with the frenzy that was about to overtake
her when Trudy touched Rex.-
“My name’s Jenny.” -she lied but what did it matter? Maybe it
did and maybe it didn’t. She just didn’t want a whole group of
people knowing her real name. It wasn’t far off though her name
was actually Jennifer Jane, but she never told anyone that. She
always went by Jane because does one know how many Jennifer’s
there were in a school in the 90s? She had a slight accent, one
that she kept down. She wasn’t born in New Orleans, she had
moved here at a slightly later age. During that time she had an
accent that would place her from Cuba. Her family moved to a
different country from Cuba and then finally settling in New
Orleans and she never truly lost the accent it had just slowly
started to fade away over time. Unless she got nervous or angry.
Then it came out thicker because she control it.-
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[center]Jane could feel the attention in the room shifted to
her, accompanied by a spotlight of her own. Rex was caught in
the crosshairs, but the Ringleader of that circus had pointed
her out. And that’s who they were looking at. Some of the looks
were of rapt anticipation. Others gazed with a hungry look in
their eyes. She could bet that if Uncle Cherub Charlie told
everyone to start fucking, it was going to happen. Had they come
with this in their hearts, or had he infected them with that
passion? She likely didn’t want to know the truth.
She wasn’t making eye contact with him, though she could tell he
was trying. He licked his lips before they curled into a smirk.
“Oh Jenny, I Got Yo number,” He drawled seductively. Rex’s arm
pulled her tighter, and Charlie grinned wider. Then he pointed a
finger at the band. They began to play a riff as the backup
singers belted out in unison,
[I] “8-6-7-5-3-0-9!”[/I]
Charlie’s grin exploded, and the entire house filled with
laughter. He dabbed his forehead again unnecessarily. “I’m
just playin’, y’all. We like our rock n’ roll in the Bayou,
don’t we? Ain’t no harm in it. Jenny, why don’t you come closer
so the rest of the Congregation can see your beauty. You can
bring ya boyfriend with ya, he ain’t goin’ nowhere. C’mon folks,
makes some room. Come on closer, y’all.”
Some would clap, others would cheer, but a small part in the
crowd opened for them, everyone’s eyes on them expectantly.
Charlie was calm but insistent, and he had the power of that
crowd in his palm. Rex’s hand would slide down her shoulder,
moving to her hip, a hesitant glance given to her. If he were a
cat, every hair on his back would be raised up. Rex nervously
glanced through the crowd, seeing Dutch’s stern face, before
back to Jane and moving forward with her.
They didn’t get right up to the stage, moving about halfway from
where they’d been standing, and Charlie seemed to think that was
close enough. “And what’s your name, friend?” he asked Rex.
“Randy,” Rex replied almost too quickly. Why did he choose
Randy?
“Well standing next to her, I don’t blame you!” More laughter
from the crowd. No shame from the “preacher” as he bent over and
slapped his leg again. There were whistles from the crowd, and
Rex seemed to be getting annoyed. Charlie took a breath and
seemed to relax himself, and the audience settled as well. When
they did, the Pastor looked to Jane again.
[b] “What brings such a lovely couple out to Uncle Cherub
Charlie’s Ministry? Somethin’ weighin’ on your soul, Miss
Jenny?[/center]
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-At the seductive draw of her name, her face twisted up with
mild disgust. She couldn’t even hide it. Uncle Cherub Charlie
had caught her off guard once, and that wouldn’t happen again.
She knew that he was trying to get her to look into his eyes,
but Rex’s warning and her own knowledge had let her know that
was a very bad idea, even if she wanted to stare him down.
Even as she was looking at him she noticed the people that were
there. They all looked as though they were ready to go at any
moment, and that was dangerous. Who the fuck was this man and
why had she not been properly warned about him? A little heads
up would have been nice beforehand. She felt like a pig in a
slaughterhouse and she was next on the list.
Then the music started and there was singing happening, Jane had
never been more confused in her life. There were moments where
confusion took hold but nothing like this. Though now she was
seeing why he held these Revivals in the middle of nowhere,
things were about to go south real quick.
Jane moved her hand from Rex’s pocket and put her arm tightly
around him. She didn’t like the way these people were looking at
him. He wasn’t their eye candy. He wasn’t for them to see or to
even touch. She might have said that Rex was possessive with
anger problems, but it seemed more like a reflection on her. She
was possessive of Rex, and she was quick to anger and right now
Charlie was starting to push her back to that point. The point
where the only way she was leaving was with a stake through her
heart after she took down as many as the humans and Kindreds as
she could before she was killed.
Walking up with her arm protectively around his waist she, she
glanced over at him when he gave the fake name. Out of all the
names he could have picked. So much so that she mouthed the name
back to him. She was lucky he was good looking, because right
now he wasn’t packing a brain.
Jane tilted her head side to side as she was watching Charlie.
Now most could probably play it cool, find a way out of this.
But Jane, Jane was already angry at Trudy, she was now annoyed
with Charlie and none of that was a good mix. Her Brujah was
about to come out to play. If Charlie wanted to play, Jane
would play. She would lose of course, but Brujah Anarchs weren’t
known for being level headed.-
“I came for a show, a performance, a miracle. So far..” -she
looked around and held up her free hand because the other was
till around Rex.- “Nothing but a lot of talking.” -she then
looked up at Rex.- “Come on, Randy.” -she said as she tugged him
as if they were leaving.
Jane could have pretended she was here for something. She
thought about going with the idea of Trudy. They were here
looking to conceive, however seeing how the crowd was she was
sure that Charlie might have her fuck Rex right there on the
stage. Now she wasn’t a shy girl. But Rex wasn’t for their eyes.
Him naked was not for them to see and in fact the very thought
of anyone in this room seeing her boyfriend naked was causing
her muscles to tense up tightly. She already wanted to fight.
However, calling him Randy did calm her down some because it was
hilarious and something that he would never live down.
Jane then stopped her show of leaving and looked back to the
stage. Once again not making eye contact with the weird old man
on the stage.- “Actually there is something. Information..and a
hand..” -at that she looked at Trudy because she was going to
take that womans hand for touching her man with out permission.-
“With a problem. My cousin…she’s been hanging out with the wrong
crowd. Got herself caught in a fine mess.” -she jumped between
her regular accent and a southern one she picked up from living
here.- “Is that something you could help with? That’s why I
came here, to see if you could help. We tried rehabs, she even
did a stint LCIW, over on Baton Rouge. Family thinks she’s
hopeless, but I still have faith.”
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