Bright Lights, Bloody Nights, Big City: Vampire Game Thread

[Bratty]

After freshening up a bit, a quick rinse of the blood from her thighs and legs, she comes out with towel and tweasers. "Okay, now I don't like the sight of blood, so do you mind if I look away while you..." She sees Wright fuming and blinks like a deer in headlights.

[Charon]

Marcus went over to the burned, bloodied, and tortured man. With a swift kick he broke the man's ribs. "Want me to take out the trash Wright?"

[Josh]

"No!" he shouted at the Freak. "That one's going to be an example!"

[Bratty]

She looks between Holden and Wright, and her brow furrows as concern washes over her. "Whats wrong, Wright?"

[Charon]

Marcus snorted. "Alright fine." With another kick Marcus moved away from the man and towards Cassie and the others. His eyes were on the new guy. Couldn't be another kine, no one would dare be that fucking stupid after what just went down With a better look Marcus realized it was the man who'd been in Wright's office before. The business man.

[imperfect vision]

Holden's mouth becomes a straight line across his face, eyes glassy pools of emerald. The air could ignite with both his presence..and his Presence. He stares at the charging Wright, waiting for him to initiate the shoot first, ask questions later policy.

[Cynical Cat]

Iron John looked around. "That's quite the arsenal," he said.

"Yours," said Cargo. "I want the job done right."

The Caitiff looked at him suspiciously. "If this isn't on the up and up . . ."

"I haven't fucked you yet, have I? Can you say that about any leech in this fucking city? No. Your suffered to exit. When Wright gets the axe and the Brujah get their fingers burned, my piece gets larger. And I'll need help with that."

"Alright," said Iron John.

"Good enough for me," said Sally. "Let's get this done. Payment upfront. And we keep the gear."

"Of course."

[Josh]

Wright hammers into a wall of presence to match his own, his lips curling over his teeth. No fang showing just yet. "Stay... away... from what's mine," he ground out.

For fuck's sake, he was sick of losing ghouls this week. At least losing them for stupid fuck reasons.

[Bratty]

"Oh Wright" She rolls her eyes and chuckles. Waves a hand at him. "This nice man here was just going to help me with my hand. That's all. I am not very good at this sort of thing - you know, with the glass and blood and all."

[imperfect vision]

Holden stayed in that position for long drawn-out moments...and relaxed visibly. "The lady requires medical attention. I don't lay claim to nothin', especially in someone else's domain. At least not until they're beyond six feet under." His voice is cold, emotionless. "Are you gonna tend to your starlet or do you need me to?"

[Josh]

"I got it," he said. Visibly composing himself, he gestured to the dance floor. "Offer still stands, you can take your pick of the pleasures out there..."

With that, he seized Cassie's wrist and examined her hand.

[Bratty]

She winces slightly as he takes her hand. "Ow, Wright, Sugar, you're hurting me." Her hand has slivers of glass sticking out of it. She releases the towel and tweesers from reaction to the pain. They bounce on the ground.

[Cynical Cat]

They crept forward. Wright's place was not too far from the dregs of territory they were suppossed to be content with. They were more than willing to fight for territory, if there was even a ghost of a chance that they would win.

Iron John was a big man with heavy beard and a mane of dark hair. Wild Sally was was a stocky woman with short cut hair. Both of them wore battered and dirty clothes and very fine weapons.

Behind them paced Big Dog and Joseph. The big blonde southerner and shaven headed negro. The good times that had rolled in hadn't touched everyone.

Wright's place was near. They readied themselves for battle.

[Josh]

He looked at the injury and immediately deemed it to be no big deal. Releasing her wrist, he turned his back. "Fine, fix your shit yourself."

Stomping back into the main room, he extracted his pocketknife again. Now to make a good example...

[Charon]

Marcus turned an eye towards the other one now. Doing a quick glance at what the vampire had to offer. Probably not much. Marcus still wanted to go down to the train tracks. But for now it could wait.

[Bratty]

She sighs and picks up the tweezers. Men! Did they have to be such pigs when it came to territory? Like primal beasts. It was the age of women's newfound liberation, but who was there to liberate the men from their pigdom? No one, that's who. A perfectly decent gentleman was going to help her without a fuss. She does hate the sight of blood. Wright, Papa, Im yours, she considers as she begins to wince, picking out the pieces of glass. Why does it got to be any tougher than that? Men!

[imperfect vision]

He smirked, but held his tongue. The head-on challenge simply was not worth it in this instance. Wright was going to do what Wright wanted to do and that was that, and until Holden had a stick of wood that went from here to New York, he wouldn't be comfortable contradicting the man of the house. Well, unless he had a suitable subsititute.

[imperfect vision]

"Now miss, that's no job for the injur-ee." He holds out his hand for the tweezers. "Iffen you'll have a seat at the edge of the bed, I'll be more than happy to make right."

[Bratty]

She looks behind him to see if Wright is near. No need to have him flip out over something stupid. He is otherwise occupied. Thank goodness. She sits on the bed, and says in a sweet innocence "As long as you don't tell a soul. I think it might be safer that way. Thanks, mister."

[Charon]

Marcus stepped into the room, he looked over Cassie quickly before turning his attention to the other one. She seemed fine for now.

"So where are you from?"

[Cynical Cat]

The latest Fred, whom Wright hadn't the opportunity to ghoul yet, saw them as they came in. He yelled "Attack!" before dodging down an alley pursued by a stream of bullets. Big Dog and Joseph and moved forward, Molotov cocktails lit and in their hands. Burst of gunfire broke open Wright's windows and they let loose. One hit the wall. The other landed inside.

[Josh]

The scream echoed through the room. Wright rose from his victim, a bloody mass in his hand that he had to fight down a strong urge to lick.

Maybe he should give it to the queer hick for a present?

He held up the severed scrotum in his hand, showing it to his little pack of sycophants as he crushed it in his hand, bloody ooze and chunks dribbling down to the floor. More blood spurted from his victim, severed arteries pumping freely.

"You don't fuck with my shit," he snarled at the cowed crowd, before tossing the gory bits over his shoulder, incidentally splattering several partygoers. "Get me a fucking towel."

Then chaos erupted behind him as the windows shattered and molotov cocktails sailed in...

[imperfect vision]

"I call Texas my home." He mentioned as he kneeled before Cassie, taking her hand in his own, forever stuck at room temperature. A squint, and he starts by taking out the smaller shards; those that would be overlooked as the blood continued to flow and swallow the broken glass.

[Bratty]

She winces, and looks away before she can get ill.

She gasps suddenly as she can hear the crackling of broken glass and gunshots. She immediately hits the ground, covering her head.

[Charon]

The glass shattered and Marcus swore loudly. One night. Just one night. Pulling his gun from the back of his pants he turned to Holden and Cassie. "Cas, get under cover." Marcus took a quick look out the back window to make sure it was clear.