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

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:34 pm

Leo slipped around the side of a car in time to see Haakon open the throat of a bum with a knife and toss his body into the car.

Comrade Tortoise · Post by **Comrade Tortoise** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 2:38 pm

"SHit... this one is out of my league" Leo said to himself Elders were not to be messed with, God's orders or no God's orders. he wold have to wait and see, bidehis time and figure out the best course of action.

Charon · Post by **Charon** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 4:19 pm

Marcus nodded quickly, Eric would be found, and if there was not a very very good reason for this, he would be dead.

He didn't look back at Wright. "Wouldn't happen to have any swords would you?"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 6:26 pm

He thought for a moment.

"Got a crate of machetes," he said finally. Swords? This was the fucking twentieth century. Swords. Shit. He had goddamned electric lights, too.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:13 pm

"Can we go now?" Jason asked. If there were things to do best get them done quickly after all. He should problially ask for a gun but at the moment he wanted to rip something or someone apart with his hands, feel them die. That would help.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 7:21 pm

He nodded. "Blue Eyes is right. Fuck the bomb shit, let's go rip these bastards up now."

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 9:57 pm

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Nobody was particularly up for driving, so they made their move on foot. Wright had reacquired his BAR and some spare ammo, while the rest had armed themselves according to their tastes.

From the darkness, they approached Johnny's bar.

"Subtle?" Wright said as he crouched behind the trashcans. "Nah."

He leaped to his feet and began firing, sweeping the gun the windows at approximately crotch-height for a normal person, the better to catch anybody who was sitting still.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:04 pm

Shouts and screams came from inside. Someone blindly fired a handgun over the counter.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:12 pm

Jason flowed into the bar staying low practically on all fours. Zeroing in on the fuck with the handgun he charged the counter. He was gonna snap this fuckers neck with his bare hands.

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:14 pm

"EKKKKKKKKKKEEEEAAAKKK!" Cassie rests her head on the cool porcelain bowl. She has never had influenza, and doesn't recall ever being this ill. What is wrong with her?

She feels the wretching rise from her stomach to her throat, and she suppresses it for a moment, before she cannot hold it any longer. Wretching into the nearest source until she is waiting to see her toes come through her mouth. What is WRONG with her?

Her mind attaches onto the childlike thoughts fleeting through, completely contrary to the wisdom the night before - making such things a flash in the pants.

What did she do earlier this night? She woke up on the bed, drunk and stomach upset, in her skivvies.

Did she do something she was not supposed to? The whispered unmentionables that only the married and dirty girls talked about. She has been around the farm, she has seen ...things. But she does not understand them fully. Prissy got ill when she was "in the family way" once. After a month, she seemed to dissapear for about 8 or 9 months. She heard whispers about the girl being really ill early on, vomiting anything she could stomach.

Then the reasonable part reached her mind. 'You silly nit,' she chastized herself. It took Prissy a month or two, and Cassie has also heard whispers of pain. The only pain she feels is from her foot.

She breathes a sigh of relief that her soul will not burn in damnation. But it feels as though she is purging out some demon or another as she churns over the bowl again.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:19 pm

Wright bounced up, changing magazines as he followed Blue Eyes in, and leapt through the window before unleashing a fresh torrent of fire. A maniacal grin was plastered on his face as he rained death upon the occupants of the club.

Then of course his gun jammed again.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:20 pm

The poor bastard with the .45 got one moment to squeek before Jason was on him.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:33 pm

Jason grabed his neck and twisted, he heard bone snapped with pleasing sound. throwing the body over the counter he went hunting for another target still practically running on all fours.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:36 pm

Wright growled as his weapon failed him yet again and began swinging it like a club, laying waste to any who came near. He screamed "Where's Johnny?" as he went. "Where is that little Mick fucker?"

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:41 pm

Jason threw some idiot who got to close to him across the bar into the wall. He stood up and scanned, the prey was not here, was there a back exit maybe?

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:42 pm

"Please!" said a waitress cowering on the floor. "He isn't here! He and his boys left an hour ago!"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:45 pm

Tossing the gore-stained gun aside, Wright grabbed her by the shirt and hoisted her up, slamming her against the wall.

"Where did he go?"

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:46 pm

The water steam still lingers in the air as the water swirls down the drain. Cassie begins to get ready again. Much better. First, however, she must bandage her foot. A shame she cannot recall how she cut it. Nor much after the concert and settling in. It is all a blur.

After bandaging her foot, she wraps her hair in a towel after putting clips to wave it. She counts her money she has stuffed down her bag. One, two, five, ten twenty dollar bills. That is more money than she has ever held in her lifetime. But she won't hold onto it for long. She pulls out an envelope and pen, and begins to write a letter, neatly folding the money into the envelope as she writes the letter.

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:47 pm

"I don't know!" she cried weeping. "Some guy came in and got Johnny and his boys all riled up. They headed for their cars and never came back! That's all I know! Please don't kill me!"

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:51 pm

He lowered her to the floor. "Johnny's a fucking dead little prick when I get my hands on him," he snarled. "And whatever of O'Bannion's cocksuckers takes this place over, you tell 'em this- he wants to keep fighting, I'll burn his ass out of this town. This is the last fucking warning that Mick bastard gets. Got it?"

Cynical Cat · Post by **Cynical Cat** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:52 pm

"Yes! Yes! Please, don't hurt me," she said weeping.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:54 pm

He shrugged. "I would, but I'm on a schedule here. Let's go, boys."

Time to move. God knows, the cops could show up any hour now.

Bratty · Post by **Bratty** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 10:56 pm

She reads the letter over again.

"Dear Mama,

You know how you said that you always wanted me to be somebody. Well, here I am, singing for one of the biggest joints in Chicago. Everyone loved me, mama. You would have been so proud. I wish you could have seen how the house came down."

There is no need for her to know she was stretching the truth. After all, even a small town girl like her knows this is a two bit joint. Best to make an old woman feel good, though. No need to make her worry.

"Maybe by the time you are well, I will be performing in a big show. Until then, take this money and move somewhere with dry air, like the doctor said. I will try to visit soon"

That's enough. She can't read the rest. The bile resting comfortably now, homesickness is creeping in. She will mail it later, when she figures out where the post office is. Maybe tomorrow she will take a taxi in the city and see the Windy City in all its glory.

Josh · Post by **Josh** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:05 pm

It was getting late. Time to pack it in, rather than risk getting caught out in a fight and having bad things happen when the sun started heading their way.

Angry as hell, Wright made his way back to the club. He stomped upstairs, entering the main room and heading for his office. The sycophants parted like a wave, recognizing that he was in one of his killer moods.

frigidmagi · Post by **frigidmagi** » Mon Sep 05, 2005 11:07 pm

"Damn." Jason snarled. He vaulted the counter and walked toward the door. The trail had gone cold.

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