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

[Cynical Cat]

"Jesus Christ you stupid twat" said the Italian. "Look what he fuckin' did to you. Why don't you eyeball that fucking corpse. He tore her throat open and drank her blood. It's fight or die time. We're in a tiny fuckin' room. We don't need bait. We need to put him down hard."

[Josh]

He clicked the light on...

[Cynical Cat]

They turned as Wright opened the door. The negro drove his fist into Wright's gut and the Italian swept Wright's feet out from under him.

[Bratty]

Cassies fingers go to the bottle opener as she hides it inside of her palm, tilted edge underneath her fingers.

[Josh]

He reacted with immediate violence. As he hit the ground, he was already reaching out, grabbing a leg, squeezing with all his strength while simultaneously tugging on it for leverage to pull him into his side, lashing in a hasty kick at his other assailant.

[Bratty]

She uses the wall to try and make it to her feet. She doesnt have time for pain, she has to be ready.

[Cynical Cat]

Wright pulled down the Italian who moaned in pain when Wright grabbed him. He rammed his fist into Wright's shoulder socket. The negro jumped over Wright's kick and then stomped him in the head.

[Josh]

He took one good stomp on the head and grabbed the leg that stomped him, vising it between two arms and twisting viciously.

[Charon]

Marcus stopped the car infront of Wright's place. The party was still going. He had to give the block head some credit for setting this place up nice and right. He got out of the car, carrying a pistol under his jacket, a new broadsword lay in the back of the car he had no intention of returning, Marcus kept the machete somewhat hidden. He came up to the unguarded door and chuckled some as he just stepped in. He could here the sounds of fighting going on somewhere in the building, and instinctively pulled the machete out and looked for the cause.

[frigidmagi]

Jason stomped down the street. It was uncharastic of a being who usually moved has if he was stalking something. Jason hated waiting for the shoe drop, to many nights he tiptoed around a half decayed mansion in the deep woods afraid to enjoy waiting for the shoe to drop. He was remembering and he knew it. He wanted to hit the people who were making him remember, he wanted to rip out their throats and guzzle their blood in front of their dying eyes while their little footsolders trembled at the sight of a real hunter excalting venage. How dare they make him remember, how dare they make him afraid!

His ghoul followed him, she would wait at Wrights, help keep an eye on things. He knew Wright liked to use ghouls has troops but Jason prefered to take his kills himself.

He stormed through the front door, blue eyes blazing like ice in the sun, his ghoul drifting in behind him like a ghost.

"WRIGHT!" He bellowed.

[Bratty]

Wright has a piece on him. Now is her chance. In the midst of the confusion, she takes the opportunity to go directly for the gun, and remove it from his person to hers.

[Charon]

Marcus turned quickly at the yell. From his stance it was quite apparent he'd damn near thrown the machete into Jason's chest.

"Jesus Christ childe, shut up. There's trouble."

[Cynical Cat]

The negro grunted and fell. With his free leg, he kicked Wright in the ribs. The Italian hammered Wright in the throat, which only produced pain, and then smashed him in the shoulder socket again.

As this was going on, Jason blew past the latest Fred. Everyone shrinked from his wrath.

[Josh]

Okay, nigger was kicking him in the eye, the asshole was punching him in the throat, and the dame was going for his piece, it felt like. He needed to get back on his feet. These fuckers were strong, and he could feel pain running from cracked and battered bones.

Smacking her on top of the head, he scuttled sideways and worked to get up again.

[Bratty]

She releases the piece and follows through with the smack, having released him of his weapon. She rolls to the ground, pulling the gun up, aiming at Wright.

She has not noticed, but her breathing is actually somewhat snarled. She is on her feet, the blood from the Kindred pushing its way through her stream.

[Charon]

Marcus appeared around the corner behind the negro. He grabbed him and with his great strength tossed him back down into the basement. The nice sound of flesh and bone slamming into stairs followed the negro down.

[Bratty]

She shoots the gun in the air to warn and growls. "Let them go, Wright! It's over!"

[Cynical Cat]

The Italian tossed Marcus over towards the negro. Marcus's face met the negro's fist, which knocked the vampire to the floor. They were definitely both ghouls and strong men before that to boot. Before Marcus could recover, the negro relieved him of the machette and headed for the Wright.

[Charon]

Marcus roared bloody murder. To hell with pretenses. This ended now. Shadow flared up from everywhere and the area went totally black. Marcus then charged forward and tripped the negro's feet out from under him.

[Cynical Cat]

Marcus and the negro scuffled in the darkness. It was too close to use the machette, so the negro settled for beating on him with his huge fists. Blows that could crack bone rained down on Marcus as the Italian smashed Wright's shoulder again and again.

[Josh]

The shoulder was thoroughly graveled. Reaching with his other arm, Wright grabbed the Italian's throat and slammed forward, jamming him into the wall, then lunged afterward to latch his fangs into the man's jugular.

[Cynical Cat]

The Italian grabbed Wright's head with both hands, holding him back. His thumbs probed for Wright's eyes.

[frigidmagi]

Jason followed the noise and looked around the dungeon and the fucking riot taking place. Damn it all to hell, he did not need this shit. His ghoul had continued shadowing him. Oh hell the girl had a gun. He needed to have a talk with Wright about what the fuck he thought he was doing but first no gunshots.

He turned to his ghoul.

"Stay in the hallway, this is to messy for you." He snarled and launched himself down the stairs at breakneck speed, towards the gun weilding girl, he would have to disarm her fast and then kick sanity back into the situation.

[Bratty]

Cassie cried out as she shot, but suddenly there was darkness everywhere. She has no idea where she shot, but originally she was aiming for Wright's knee.

[Charon]

Unlike the negro, Marcus could see perfectly. His hand shot forward, his fingers acting as claws as they drove into the negro's eyes. There was a sweet popping sound as hands that could pick up half a car drove into a skull.