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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Grimm Date: May 12, 2012, 10:25 pm
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"he didnt stay a kitten though did he? as i remember he got big
and mean. at least he did to everyone but you"
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: MrV117 Date: May 13, 2012, 3:00 am
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He smirks after hearing that the club will be open tomorrow.
" well I will be there for sure. I am looking forwards to see
how people do things here down south. So how do you all ...."
Before Pride could finish his sentence he feels his phone
vibrating in one of his pockets. He pulls it out to see who it
is. He looks at the group he is with.
" Sorry ladies and Devon I need to take this. "
He gets up from his sit at the bat and leave some money on the
bar counter to pay for his drinks incase he does not come back.
He walks outside the bar so he can better hear the other person
on the phone. If anyone was to catch his end of the conversation
all they would be able to hear is the following.
" I just go in a few hours ago. Yeah the plane ride was fine. I
was asleep for the most of it. No its not all that bad here. I
am here at this bar. Yeah I found a few.....people of the night.
No I do not know if I can trust them. I just need to feel
things out. Yeah its New Orleans I am sure ill find it.
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Itchigo513 Date: May 13, 2012, 5:37 pm
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Jessika collects the money from the bar and deposits it into the
cash register behind her, chatting with Devon all the while.
"Jah, he got a little ornery, but you vould too if you had to
had to deal with a cunt like Louisa and a bastard like Wilhelm
all de time." She turned to look at him with a smirk, "Vhy do
you tink I am as charming as I am?"
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: NyxPsyche Date: May 14, 2012, 7:52 am
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"Well, here's my cue. I gotta head back and start rehearsing for
tomorrow evening." Absinthe stands and stretches. "And anyway,
I'm bored." She grins and drops some money on the bar. I'll see
you guys tomorrow, right?"
((I'm going to go ahead and post in the Whirling Dervish.))
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Itchigo513 Date: May 14, 2012, 4:22 pm
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"Good-bye, dear", Jessika calls from the register, "I know you
vill be amazing!"
Sarah hugs her daughter adieu, and takes the bar stool next to
Devon. "Will you be joining her, mon cher? Or can you spare a
few moments?"
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Grimm Date: May 16, 2012, 8:20 am
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"for you? i always have time"
#Post#: 175--------------------------------------------------
Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Itchigo513 Date: May 16, 2012, 8:22 pm
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Sarah brushes a loose hair behind his ear with a loving smile,
"Good. I wouldn't want to have to use my 'puppy eyes' on you" ,
she adds with a soft laugh. Jessika wraps up her business with
the register and walks over, making sure that there is no one in
ear-shot (auspex and heightened hearing included).
"Devon, vhat ve wanted to speak with you about is a rather grave
matter", she says in a low voice. "Some of de Nos are vorried.
Someting is coming, but ve don't know vhat at dis moment."
Sarah slides him a small envelope from her satin clutch, as
Jessika explains, "Dis is all ve know for sure. I vill pass you
more information as I find out, but do vhat you can to keep
yourself and Absinthe safe."
She looks up as a small group in the corner erupt with laughter,
"Tell who you vant, it is your concern, as long as you keep a
tight lip as to vhere you got the information", she smirks and
adds, "My higher ups vouldn't appreciate me handing out
information for free."
Sarah, who has been watching her son's face intently, squeezes
his hand, "...but we both agreed that you two are an exception
to the usual rules."
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: Itchigo513 Date: May 21, 2012, 2:17 am
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[center]The next night...[/center]
"Joey, you're late", Jessika barks as the shaggy haired
bartender saunters down the spiral stairs. It is 10:00, and the
small bar is already filling up with the devoted fans of the
evening's entertainment. "You know dat I have somevhere to be
tonight. Vhat's the deal?"
The stocky male glances at his irate boss through the auburn
wave hanging in his face as an answer. She looks over his
uniform briefly: a simple, white, button-up Oxford, black
suspenders, a pair black slacks, and... red Doc Martens with
spike studs. She closes her eyes and smiles in spite of herself,
her rage subsiding a little. She would chew him out when she got
back, or maybe not. It all depended on how she felt about it
after Absinthe's concert.
Joey makes his way around the bar and clocks in. "Sorry, I'm
late", he mutters, his Russian accent barely noticeable. But,
then, it is rarely noticeable unless he's angry...or turned on.
It was sometimes hard to tell with Joey.
Jessika looks at the clock on the wall - she had a little time
before she would be running super late. "Vhat happened", she
asks again, this time in a more civil tone.
"My bike wouldn't start", he replies as he glares into the
floor. Glancing up, he notices her raised eyebrows, suggesting
that she wasn't following. "I had to walk", he further
explaines, "and if you recall, I live over in Metairie. That's a
fifteen minute drive with decent traffic, but about two hours
walking", he growls.
Jessika's eyes widen, and she looks at him in slight disbelief,
"And you didn't think to call for a ride? Or to at least let me
know dat you vere going to be two hours late?"
At her questions, Joey suddenly looks a bit sheepish, "I didn't
think of that..."
Jessika rolls her eyes, "Of course not, you vere too upset to
think about anything but your silly bike", she sighs heavily,
then grabs her leather trench coat and pulls it on. "I left you
notes of vhat to expect tonight over by the register. Text me if
there is an emergency, I'll be at the Dervish vith Sarah." He
nods in understanding. Jessika pulls her phone out of the jacket
inner pocket, and dials a number as she heads up the stairs and
leaves.
Joey watches her leave, then glances over at the notes she left
him. He smiles as he deciphers her chicken-scratch, "well, her
handwriting sure hasn't improved", he mumbles to himself. Joey
frowns a bit, then glances around the bar to get a feel for the
energy and climate of the club, "Well, this is going to being an
fairly uneventful night..."
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: patchworkmind Date: June 27, 2012, 11:06 pm
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Joey can over hear in the corner of the bar where the bar meets
wall to the right side of the exit…
“No I think that the spell will not be able to hold up under
that kind of stress.” Stephen says in a calm voice, the scent
of sandalwood and lavender wafting out from him to joeys
nostrils without overpowering the smell of a clearly normal
white Russian Stephen had been drinking.
“But let’s say the werewolves don’t know about the kind of power
they are attempting to override, and they let the whole thing
overwhelm themselves?” responded one of Stephens ghouls, so
obviously a generic stoner, that his greasy brown beard has what
looks like Cheetos stains in it. He speaks passionately
regardless of the fact that they are discussing a dungeons and
dragons game and only speaking of their characters for a game
Stephen is running for his herd/ghouls.
“Well I would just make sure you keep your bluff up, and make
sure you have taken the right peremptory measures in case things
go astray of your plan, they could end up killing the who town”
Stephen responds with a light chuckle. “Anyways, thanks for
coming with me to get some drinks tonight but I know you have to
study you really need to do, so just do me a favor and try not
to wake up the young one, he may sleep on the couch tonight, but
I really don’t know when.”
“Alright I’ll see you before dawn” he replies as they hug and
the ghoul is off and out the door.
Stephen downs his drink that he has paid precious blood to be
able to enjoy, and looks to the bartender, once he has caught
his attention to order a drink, he says in a tone not
overflowing but rich with enthusiasm, “My good sir I am in need
of a white Russian.”
This is the first time Joey has seen Stephen, but not the other
way around. Stephen is watching his aura to gauge his emotions
throughout the interactions.
(OOC: static challenge I think??)
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Re: Bittere Realität Rhythm and Blues
By: patchworkmind Date: June 27, 2012, 11:45 pm
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(OOC, looked at the rules clarification posted, its an auto
success. just put your emotions into parentheses, describe it
using the color scheme for WoD, or since everyone in IRL has
unique color schemes as well describe it like
Ex. Sad: Robby has swirls of eagerness centered around his gut,
but the soft hues mixed with black streaks all over his pattern
indicate he is rather upset.
just do what ever makes it fun and conveys the emotion info
^__^. I will be monitoring all aspects of his aura so if you
want to make it cryptic and add a lot of colors in there behind
the predominant one to either throw in red herrings, or add
depth, feel free)
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