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

[Bratty]

She looks up at Marcus, tears brimming in her eyes. "Dead. They're all dead."

[frigidmagi]

Jason grabed Wright and slamed him to the ground with a simple wreslting move any farm boy would know. He fell on Wright and grabbed his head and slammed it into the ground and began to repeat.

[Charon]

She looks up at Marcus, tears brimming in her eyes. "Dead. They're all dead."

Marcus looked at her and scoffed. "Weak." With that Marcus turned away from her and watched the fight with his machete ready.

[Bratty]

She scowls, suddenly her freyed nerves on edge. "Weakness is denying who and what you are. who the hell are you to judge ME when you step out of every conflict in front of you?"

[Josh]

It would've worked against a human. Against a feral, raging machine that acknowledged no pain, it was less than effective. Wright's head slammed into the floor a couple of times, then his entire body whipcracked, slinging Jason off of him.

He didn't tarry on the ground. He rolled quickly to his feet, his broken arm swinging back into place as he instinctively pumped blood to heal it, and leapt over a group of crates, dropping into the darkness.

The predator lurked in silence now, and anything in the room could be his prey...

[Charon]

She scowls, suddenly her freyed nerves on edge. "Weakness is denying who and what you are. who the hell are you to judge ME when you step out of every conflict in front of you?"

Marcus glared at the woman. "I know who I am kine. And soon you will learn what you are. A meal." Marcus paused as Wright lept into the shadows. "Aw hell." His machete took a defensive position.

[frigidmagi]

Jason flew through the air and hit the ground rolling, he came up on his feet and saw Wright duck into hiding. He wanted to hunt? Jason would show him how to hunt. Moving soundlessly across the room he went after Wright

[Bratty]

Cassie fumes, the words on her lips 'go to hell' she cannot bring herself to form. Not yet. She is enraged. Angrier than she has ever been. But seeing Wright getting tumbled on the ground doesn't bring her the satisfaction some would say it must.

"Leave him alone," She growls. Maybe she doesn't understand him, but neither do they.

[Josh]

Suddenly the crates exploded outward toward Jason, the bottom crate being another container of heavy steel coil. Following close on their heels came a leaping savage, his fingers curled into claws, fangs extended.

[Charon]

Marcus grabbed the girl and launched himself up the stairs. He quickly shut and locked the door behind him. "We're leaving them alone." Marcus looked at Jason's ghoul.

[Cynical Cat]

Helen had managed to procure a shotgun from somewhere. "I'm not leaving him," she said and swung the door open.

[Bratty]

"Get your hands off me, DONT touch me!!" She says as she is grabbed and manhandled into the room upstairs. "What do you think you are DOING?"

[Charon]

Marcus swore and stepped up to her, grabbing the shotgun and quickly pointing it down and away from everyone. His still vastly expanded strength against a woman such as her made it relatively easy. "One warning."

[frigidmagi]

Jason slid out of the path of the crates smoothly, his eyes never leaving Wright. He traced the path of Wrigth's leap and realized something importent, not only was he lousy hunter who sprung his ambushes to soon... He was fighting stupid has fuck right now to.

He moved to dodge the leap and reached out with his hand grabbing one of the outstreched arms and pulled Wright into a C like curve that slammed him facefirst into the ground. Wreching Wright's arm up high behind him Jason slammed a knee hard into the small of his oppotents back his other hand darted out and grabbed wright's head slamming it into the ground and grinding it.

[Josh]

He howled, a savage, inhuman sound, as he struggled in futility against Jason's grip.

Long moments passed as he struggled in vain, before he finally went limp.

[Cynical Cat]

Helen glared at Marcus, but did nothing.

[frigidmagi]

"Didn't I say stay in the Hall, Helen?" Jason said mildly, has he remained atop a suddenly limb Wright. He wasn't letting up or letting go just yet.

"Also Wright, I asked a fucking question." He continued not so mildly.

[Charon]

When the noise died down Marcus looked down to see that the fight was over. He then let go of the shotgun. "Well, that requires some explaining."

[Cynical Cat]

"Yes sir," Helen said meekly.

[Josh]

"Get off of me," he growled, his voice low and feral. "Either get off of me or kill me, you limp-dicked cocksucking faggot."

[Bratty]

She looks at Helen and her eyes narrow for a moment at the submission. But then it is gone, fleeting like all the anger she has been feeling. Unexplained. She just wants to go cry or punch something. Maybe get a drink.

[Charon]

Marcus walked down the stairs, towing the dancer by the arm. "Let him up. He's ok now." Marcus still had the machete in one hand.

[Bratty]

She jerks her arm away from him. "I said paws off, pal! I can walk on my own."

[Charon]

Marcus grabbed her again, twisting her arm until she felt it might break. "Not in the mood." He shoved her down the stairs, just softly enough that she had a 50/50 chance of not falling down them.

[frigidmagi]

Jason snorts, puts a little extra pressure on his knee and gets up, dragging Wright by the arm and shoving him loose. He would have to talk to Helen later, he wouldn't punish her this time for a natural mistake. She was after all a very new hunter, allowences have to made from time to time. Wright on the other hand was a different problem.