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

[Josh]

He vaguely knew about the Alastors. They were like super-bounty hunters, empowered to legally diablerize anybody they wanted to, and shit like that.

He really didn't like that Samson wasn't reinforcing his theory on the matter, though. Last thing he needed was a war with O'Bannion, a war with Cargo's backers, and a nutbag on his turf.

It brought him uncomfortably close to the possibility that he wasn't in control of matters.

"We'll see," he said. "Anyway, I gotta get back to my haven and get the shit ready to rock and roll."

[Cynical Cat]

"As you see fit," Samson replied.

[Josh]

God damn it, motherfucking Samson always left him feeling like that, like there was more he could get, if he asked the right questions.

If he was younger... really younger, he'd so crack his motherfucking skull for that bullshit.

"Good seein' you, Samson."

He headed for the door.

[Cynical Cat]

Samson's goons opened the door for Wright and let him out.

[Charon]

Marcus pulled up to a stop infront of one of O'Banion's places. He was looking for one man in particular tonight. He was a good man, did his job well and was on his way to the top. Mainly because he was a bit rash, and willing to do things to get in good with the upper crowd. The fellows name was Johnny.

Putting on his happy face he brushed some imaginary dust from his sleeve and walked forward, his ghoul stepping up behind him. When he got to the door Marcus was accosted by some thugs, giving them the proper response he was allowed in. He quickly stepped by the soldiers and the drunkards, occasionally rapping his ghoul along the shoulders with an umbrella he carried to keep the ghoul focused.

There he was, over in one of the fancy areas, a woman laying across his lap and some of his boys trying to get some action of their own. With a friendly grin Marcus walked up to him. "Johnny! Been a long time man!"

Johnny looked up at Marcus, thoughtful for a moment, as if wondering where he should know this man from before it clicked. "Harry? Harry old buddy how ya been! I haven't seen you around here in ages. You look different, sound it too."

Marcus shrugged, "Like you said, it's been awhile. Plus I've got myself a bit of a cough, nothing a drink won't solve though right?" Marcus ended his sentence with a laugh which was echoed by those around him.

Johnny grinned and motioned for Marcus to take a seat, then ordered a round for his table. It was brought almost immediately.

Marcus quickly spoke up. "Sorry I'm not here to bring up old memories Johnny, but I've got business, then I've got some business out of town I need to take care of." Marcus quickly scanned his memory of any Harry that he'd read up on that had a relation to Johnny.

[Josh]

He made his way back to his haven, mind whirling with the implications of what he'd gotten himself into.

Fuck, it'd been so nice three nights before. Booze, bimbos, bucks, the good times weren't ever going to end. Then his partner in crime had gotten whacked, and he'd been saddled with two bastards and two wars.

He was going to have to get those ghouls and fighting in a hurry, and might have to acquire some more in the process.

But in the midst of it all was a chance to make some real gains. Fuck Samson and his bullshit, this was a chance for a real gain- in chaos, opportunity.

He arrived at his haven...

[Cynical Cat]

"What kind of business?" Johnny asked Marcus.

[Charon]

Marcus's mood turned somber. "You heard about what happened to Donnally right? Got slaughtered by some pig fuckers. I got myself a tip on the bastards who did it and where they're hiding out."

[Cynical Cat]

Johnny nodded. "Either that fucker Wright or Rossi? God damn wop cocksuckers. When the word comes down we'll fix'em good."

[Charon]

Marcus grinned. "Well, from what I've heard, whoever did it has been hanging out around the trainyards the past couple nights." Marcus's voice changed only slightly as his vampiric powers of persuasion came into play. The change was small, almost unnoticable. "If you were to grab a bunch of your guys, then go down there and rough them up a bit, I'm sure nobody would mind. Hell, O'Banion may reward you for your efforts if you off the sons of bitches. Can't afford to be letting scum like them get away for hitting some of O'Banion's right?"

[Cynical Cat]

"Fuck that," replied Johnny. "That cocksucker Wright's got some kind of in with the unions. It must have been him. Smuggling and shit. Fuck waiting for Weiss. Let's got torch his place."

[Charon]

Marcus raised his hands. "Torching his place isn't gonna do shit. He's in with the unions and he can just set up shop again. You head down to the trainyards you can probably get the fag himself."

[Cynical Cat]

"Where in the trainyards?" asked Johnny. "You know where he's making a pick up?"

[Bratty]

Cassandra, known by her admirers as Cassie, Queen of Spades, stepped out of the cab which had brought her here from the airport.

"Are you sure it's this joint?" She asked in a lulling voice.

The cabbie was prompt to reply, "Lady, I know this city like the palm of my hand. Pay up or get back in, will ya? I got a lot of road to cover."

The Queen of Spades handed him a crisp bill into his sweaty palm. He would never know that would be the last of her dough. She used her money to come to Chicago. Quite a long ways from Indiana. But the past is behind her. She is shaking off the dust of that dead end town with no regrets. Nothing but stars for the Queen of Spades.

The cabbie drove off with a hurry. She looked behind her as the cabbie zoomed away, leaving her to whatever destiny had in store for her.

Cassandra Lewis, born 23 years ago this November, looked a mite out of place for the casual eye. Standing 5'7" with blonde wavy hair in bobbed cut, as the fashion indicated for the thoroughly modern lady, and slim wisp of a form, she looked as though she already belonged in the movies. Not this dump of a warehouse. Not in this part of town.

She picked up the handle of her suitcase and walked towards the door. The clicking of her heels could be heard down the block.

[Charon]

"Rumor has it he's around the freightyards. But don't hold me to that totally. Little coward probably sets up shop anywhere near there." Marcus shrugged. "If you leave soon you'll probably be able to catch him. But I'd go expecting a party, these guys are packing."

[Josh]

A large lump of silent man guarded the door, pistol on his belt plainly visible. He looked Cassandra over with cold eyes.

More meat for the grinder.

"You here for the party?" he asked sullenly.

[Bratty]

"Yes...," She says with a bit of hesitation. Does this hulk not see her bag in hand? Maybe that is fashionable for parties in the big city.

"A Party." She flashes him a smile. "I am the entertainment."

[Josh]

A cab pulled up, and Wright bounced out, moving quickly toward the door.

"Boss, dame here says she's the entertainment," the ghoul said, indicating Cassandra.

"Huh?" Wright said. He looked the woman over analytically. He vaguely recalled setting up to bring a singer in or something. "Oh yeah, I remember." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a wad of twentys, peeled of a couple and stuffed them in her palm. "Go upstairs, do your thing."

With that, he barged on through the door.

[Bratty]

'David Rossi' her mind reeled as she looked at the twenties in her hand before stuffing them in her bag. The name is a legend. She only assumes that must have been Mr Rossi. He was so different on the phone, though.

She slides past the gentleman guarding the door without a by your leave. 'Maybe later', her mind muses to herself regarding what she assumes must be the bouncer. She has a world to conquer.

She goes into the warehouse, hardly noticing she is holding her breath.

[Josh]

He was already heading into the deep dark of the warehouse. Near the entrance was a stairwell that led up to the second floor. He paused, then turned around.

"You sing and shit, right? Solo act?"

As he spoke, he shoved a crate off of another one and reached inside, pulling out a very large rifle.

[Cynical Cat]

"Alright," said Johnny. "Lead the fuckin' way."

[Bratty]

'Sing and shit'....hmmm. For a man of such reknown taste, he is not very eloquent with words. No need. This man is going to take her all the way.

"That's what I'm told," She says cooly. "Where can I put my things and change for the show?"

Although she plays it like a tough talking mama, she carries herself like a babe in the woods. She is completely out of her element.

[Charon]

Marcus looked as if he was going to object for a moment, then shrugged. "I guess my other business can wait. I'm gonna need to make a phone call though, these aren't the kind of people that like being put off."

[Cynical Cat]

Johnny nodded. "Go ahead. Pat, let him use your phone," he said to the bartender. "Just know that you're the one going in first and I'll be right behind you."

[Josh]

He hefted the rifle over his shoulder.

"Go upstairs, use my office. Gig pays forty a night, plus tips. Anybody asks, tell 'em I said 'no touch', got it?"

Prissy bitch. He'd fix that when he had the time.

"Anyway, I gotta go beat some people. I'll be upstairs in a bit."

He turned and headed into the warehouse.