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

[Bratty]

Cassie doesn't need to be asked twice. She crawls on the ground, leaving a bloody handprint as she begins to crawl towards the door.

[Cynical Cat]

Another Molotov lands in the room as people begin to stampede for the exits. The sound of gunfire comes long and loud from outside.

[Josh]

O'Banion's people again? Cargo?

Didn't fucking matter. He blasted through the crowd of panicking socialites, knife in hand, leaping down the stairs. Behind him, more than one of the partygoers bore wounds from his careless flailing of the knife.

[Bratty]

She screams now, as the Molotov lands in the room and fire erupts, her hand instinctively going to her person to protect herself. She cries out, "WRIGHT!! MARCUS!! MISTER!! GET OUT OF HERE!"

Oh, god, the people are running around like rats in a maze. Gunfire outside. Trapped. They are trapped.

[Charon]

Marcus figures there isn't going to be trouble on this side of the building yet and smashes out the window. "Cassie, don't go out that way, follow me." With that Marcus jumped out of the window and landed on the ground. It was hardly graceful and his gun went skidding away into the darkness.

[Bratty]

She begins to cough as the smoke begins to rise in the room. Thankfully she is on the floor as she notices the smoke drifting out of the broken window. She crawls her way towards that and looks down. No way, uh uh. She can't jump out. She will be flatter than a pancake if she does.

[Charon]

Marcus gets to his feet and yells up. "Cassie! Jump! I'll catch you!" What the hell was he doing? Why the hell did he care? She could still be useful, she was a good link with Wright. With her he could get to Wright.

[Josh]

He threw aside anyone who came near him, grabbing his good old untrustworthy as shit BAR and heading for the door. Grabbing one of his sycophants, he hurled her out the door to test for incoming fire...

[imperfect vision]

Holden ducks away from the window as gunshots ring out. Pleasant! Nice way to ring in new "Partnership" of sorts. He slips his hand around Cassie's waist as she crawls to the window. "Don't worry, doll. Elevator always stops on the first floor." And with that, he slips out of the window to join Marcus, allowing his own body to be used as a cushion for Cass.

[Bratty]

Cassie distinctly hears Mary in her mind, "go on you big baby. Do I have to do everything for you?"

Marcus. She feels a hand around her waist and puts her arms around whoever or whatever the source is, much like a drowning victim.

[Charon]

Marcus nodded to the Texan as he landed then made a quick look around. The gunfire sound was loud, sounded as if it was coming from around the corner though. "Wish I had my blades." was all Marcus said as he got Cassie to her feet and pushed her in the direction opposite of the gunfire.

[Cynical Cat]

Bullets tore into Wright's human shield, killing her almost instantly. Wright got a good view of a big blonde man in overalls with an empty tommygun hiding behind a car. A big bearded man was nearby.

Marcus wasn't as lucky. A shotgun blast struck him in the hip and pelvis, shredding flesh and breaking bone. A short haired brunette in a battered leather jacket emerged from the shadows in which she had been concealed. She slipped the double barrelled sawed off into the holster and drew a meat cleaver to finish the job.

[Bratty]

Cassie is getting real tired of being pushed around when a simple "move" or "duck" will suffice. Hell, she has enough sense to go the opposite way of the gunfire. She begins to head away from the gunfire, running as fast as she can.

[Josh]

Wright leveled the BAR. He'd been on the other side of this particular equation just... day before yesterday? Yesterday?

Fuck, who could tell these days?

He squeezed the trigger, sending a burst of 30'06 rounds right through the car which the blond man was hiding behind.

"Never gonna kill me, you fuckers!" he bellowed.

[Charon]

Marcus went down, with a snarl he turned and looked at the woman. "Clever... almost." The womans own shadow twisted and contorted into two long tendrils which quickly wrapped her up.

[Cynical Cat]

Wright's less that stellar accuracy was aided by quantity. He hit the blonde at least once and he fell back. Unfortunately, the mountain man could shoot too. He raked a volley through the corpse-shield and across Wright's legs.

[Cynical Cat]

She sliced the reaching tendril apart and cut her legs free. It took her just moments, but they were moments Marcus could use.

[imperfect vision]

Holden rolls to his feet, and barrels towards the woman, aiming for a spectacular tackle.

[Josh]

Two rounds smashed into Wright's legs, smashing flesh and bone. He flopped to the ground, gun sailing from his hands, and rolled away from the door snarling. He could see the flames licking through the stairs as the warehouse really started to catch up.

Pumping blood to his lower extremities, he healed the wounds and grabbed the now-empty gun, diving through the door and for the nearest cover.

Time to kill some more fuckers. Another night in Chicago.

[Charon]

Marcus sent blood into his broken body. The healing was enough to stand and move, but that would be about it for now. He needed a weapon. Feining still being down he quickly looked around for something to use as a weapon.

[Bratty]

She continues to run as fast as she can. She is barefoot, in her skivvies, with a bloodied hand, and no money. Even her money she earned from tips this night is being burned up at the warehouse with every step further she gets. But better taking her chances anywhere but getting shot up. If she can make it to the street and grab a cabbie or passerby or a cop. Someone. Maybe she can get out of this nightmare.

[Cynical Cat]

Bullets chased Wright into cover. He was hit two more times. The wounds weren't serious to a vamp, but with the half healed leg wounds it was adding up.

Holden hit the woman as she was cutting herself free and barrelled her over. He had a moment in which to discover that she was immensley strong. She broke his hold and sliced the flesh across his chest. Holden was fortunate. The discipliines his ancestory had giften him with his muscle tough enough to provide some resistance to the blade. He lost a little blood, had a lung punctured, and muscle sliced away. But his heart, seat of his vitae, was unharmed.

As the battle became a melee, Joseph entered the alleyway behind the warehouse Thompson in hand. All that threatened his mistress would have to face him.

[Josh]

Okay, these guys were already proving more competent than the last crew. And the fucking Freak probably had bailed on him, no Jason around, he had a second to ponder his options.

Run?

He'd make it out.

He'd lose his turf, though. One way or another, even if he came back for it, it'd always be vulnerable.

The predator in him made the decision. Ignoring the pain, he propelled himself over the car, gun held by the barrel as he came down next to the blond, swinging it with all his strength.

[imperfect vision]

He grabbed the wench by her hair and brought his face up against hers, eye to eye. He screams at the top of his lungs and backs it up with Command - "Drop it!"

[Cynical Cat]

Bullets met him as he came over the car. They tore through his chest, shredding muscle and ribs. Wright cracked the blonde across the chest, knocking the big man down. Some part of his mind registered a dog collar around his neck.

The mountain man was on him in flash. He was literally inhumanely fast and Wright was in less than ideal shape. His hatchet lashed out and Wright's left hand flew from his wrist.