Bloodlines RP Chapter Five: Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold

[Trellin]

Sunday, October 15th, 1999 7:35 pm - Webster's Falls - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

HE nodded to Donna, "He and Dana are coming together. They should be here any moment. He knows something in the air and he's hoping its word on when we go to Toronto. That kid has a real hard-on to kick the ass of the people that turned him."

Doug gave a nod to Waylon, "Good to see you, brother."

[Maxx]

Friday, October 15th, 1999 - 7:36pm - Webster's Falls - Waylon

BP: 13/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

Waylon nodded to Butcher.  "You too," he said in return.  He was surprised at how easily the Brujah clan had welcomed him and how comfortable he felt among them.  He was learning to dance the razor's edge that was their legendary temper but he was a quick study and had only received a few minor beatings, all of them deserved through his inability to hold his tongue.

"You know I'm with you, Donna, in heart and spirit if not in blood."  He nodded over to where the Ventrue was lurking.  "We've even got the social elite descending from on high to join us."

Waylon recognized Angel as a patron of the arts and that bought the young Blue Blood considerable credit with the Toreador, just as his own determination and fighting spirit had won him some street cred with the Brujah.

[Grimoire]

Sunday, October 15th, 1999 6:42 - 7:37 pm - Webster's Falls - Dana
HP: 7/7 BP: 13/13 WP: 5/5  Hum: 5/5  SC: 2/2

"Aw Big Daddy D, yer gonna make me blush." She responded as she moved to the hideous primer grey and orange pick up which held her bike on it's bed. Mike wasn't much for riding bitch so she'd drive the truck if they had anything else going down she'd take her bike down. Though she certainly would have preferred the alternative. She was masterful astride the motorcycle, at ease, but driving the truck she was shoddy at best and road raged like no ones business. But they had to all get there some how, she'd muddle through.
"Ya done good yerself." She barked in way of compliment before slamming the door to the truck pulling out after him and off towards Websters.

The thing about driving the truck - besides the fact she was not that good at it - was that you were at the mercy of the other idiots on the road. On the bike you could weave between the cars but everyone had seemed to be determined to make her late. Dana punched the wheel screaming at them but as anyone knows, that doesn't help. Mike was probably used to this by now.
"You better be getting fucking road head the way you're drivin'. I hope she uses teeth you goddamn fucking - MOVE! I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE."

After a bit of horn blasting she was able to pull into Webster's Falls. She was not that far behind but still - you were not late to these sorta of things. Parking up along side the others she hopped down. Her small form deceptive but her attitude more than made up for it.  She made sure Mike was behind her as she moved to join the others, taking out her smokes as they closed the distance.
"Sorry 'm late Boss. Hope we're not too far behind." She said tight lipped around a cigarette, she'd make no excuses - late was late, stuck behind crap drivers or otherwise. She looked towards the red head she'd come to stand beside
"Ey! Pretty boy. How we doin' scrapper?" She greeted clapping Waylon on the shoulder before rooting through her pockets for a lighter. Dana seemed almost incapable of calling people by their given names. Always some nickname or adulterated version. Maybe it was a gesture of solidarity and affection, maybe she was bad with names. You'd never really know.

[Maxx]

Friday, October 15th, 1999 - 7:38 pm - Webster's Falls - Waylon

BP: 13/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

Waylon smiled at the nickname.  "Hopefully I'll stay a pretty boy," he said.  "God knows how I've held on to my looks hanging with the Brujah.  Must just be fast on my feet.  How you doing, Dana?"

[Trellin]

Sunday, October 15th, 1999 7:38 pm - Webster's Falls - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug looked at the Toreador with a light chuckle and thought about making a comment along the lines of, It's those soft lips. I'll bet the only thing softer is cotton candy, but let it go as he moved towards Donna.

One of the things that he appreciated about Waylon was his ability, unlike most of the clans, to know the difference between taking, and occasionally giving, a little primal humor and a true insult. Knowing when to stand up and take a hard beating and when it was all good fun could be a razors edge for most, even among the Brujah.

"Chief", he said in a soft voice, "Everyone can feel something in the air tonight. I know you play things close to the vest but is it anything that's gonna catch us off guard? Donkey Punch is making some pretty solid assumptions about what's going on and I don't want to see him work himself up into a tizzy."

He knew she could read between the lines. He may not officially be her lieutenant but he felt like it, right or wrong, and he wouldn't look forward to having to reign in Mikey if he got bent out of shape because everyone was making the wrong assumption about what was happening.

[Goosekat]

Sunday October 15th, 1997  7:39 p.m.  - - Webster Falls - -  Xiaoqing
HP: 7 (7)  BP: 13 (13)  WP: 5 (5)  Hum: 7 (7)  SC: 3 (3)

Xiao pulled into the parking lot at the Falls and parked several spaces down from everyone else.  She climbed out of the borrowed SUV, but left her sizable collection of 'toys' in the back area under a blanket.  Not knowing if this was going to be another typical training session or not she had decided to error on the side of caution and bring along a selection of close combat weapons.  In the past few months she had proved her abilities during the training and had even managed to impress the Brujah's with her skills using knives and swords.  Xiao had impressed them to the point of being asked to teach a few classes in the use close combat with bladed weapons.  She stood a little apart from the others, just on the edge of the pool of light from one of the parking lot lights, waiting to be noticed and acknowledged

[Maxx]

Friday, October 15th, 1999 - 7:39 pm - Webster's Falls - Waylon

BP: 13/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

Waylon nodded to Xaioqing.  He'd promised Sara that he would keep an eye on the few remaining Gangrel in the area, in exchange for the right to hunt in Dundas, the area that Antigen had designated as the rightful feeding ground of the Gangrel clan.  He'd fallen in love with her unusual eye colour.  It had inspired him to begin is 'Immortal Eyes' series of paintings.  He'd managed to convince several of the Kindred to sit for him while he laboured to perfect their eyes.  He'd even presented Donna with one he had done of Scottie.  Of course Scottie's painting had been of the sunglasses he seemed to never take off but it had cemented his relationship with the Brujah like nothing else ever could.  It had been likely the closest he or anyone else had ever been to seeing Donna cry.

[Maxx]

Friday, October 15th, 1999 - 7:40 pm - Webster's Falls - Donna

By way of response, Donna held out a clothe bag.  "Cell phones,"  she said.  "Tonight you are gonna work on teamwork.  You'll be coordinating your movements without being able to talk to each other.  No texting.  I don't care if you need to call your boyfriend in half an hour.  I keep your phones until we are done tonight.  Angel.  Be a good little corporate lackey and collect the phones.  Once I've got them all, I'm going to start teaching you some hand signals.  They work really well when it's so loud you can't hear yourself think, let alone what some loser is saying over the phone."

She tossed the bag towards the Ventrue.

Angel had to step forward to catch it but he did so.  Shaking his head, he placed his phone in the bag.  "It's high tech Hallowe'en," he said, holding the bag out so the others could drop their phones in.  "No candy but lots of goodies."

[Trellin]

Sunday, October 15th, 1999 7:41 pm - Webster's Falls - Butcher/Doug
HP: 7 (7)     BP: 14 (14)     WP: 4(5)     Hum: 8 (8)     SC: 4 (4)

Doug tossed his phone into the bag without thinking about it, they were more an annoyance than anything else half the time anyway. Maybe he was letting his imagination work overtime tonight, it happened, but he still felt like something more than this exercise, as necessary as it was,, was in the air tonight.

[Grimoire]

Sunday, October 15th, 1999 6:41 pm - Tisdale Apartment 502 - Dana
HP: 7/7 BP: 13/13 WP: 5/5  Hum: 5/5  SC: 2/2

"Don't 'ave one, Wingman." Dana replied when the bag was held out to her, being courtesy enough to blow her cigarette smoke off to the side instead of directly into Angel's face. Who would she call? When she wasn't readily available she didn't want to be readily available. Even with all this war business going on her lack of modern technology had yet to cause her any issues.
"Gonna have to go with trick."

[Goosekat]

Sunday October 15th, 1997 7:42 p.m.  - -  Webster's Fall - -  Xiaoqing
HP: 7(7)  BP: 13(13)  WP: 5(5)  Hum: 7(7)  SC: 3(3)

Xiao tossed her phone in with all the rest, checking it for a split second as she did so to make sure it was on vibrate.  She had only one on her tonight, the one she used for Kindred business.  Her other phone was in the glove compartment of the SUV where she had put it when she headed out for the meeting, also on vibrate.  Not that she was expecting any calls tonight, but she hated to be out of touch of those who might need to get a hold of her.

[Maxx]

Sunday October 15th, 1997 7:43 p.m.  - -  Webster's Fall - -  Donna

"Alright.  I want you to pair up,"  Donna said.  "Don't pick somebody in the same Clan.  Angelface.  You're with me.  I'm going to be having you run errands for me all fucking night.  Impress me and I might promote you to third in command of this mess.  I'm sure you've got a few ideas as to how this deal should go down."

Angel, surprised, nodded.  "Let me just throw this bag in my car and I'll be right with you."

"You do that," snorted the Brujah leader.  "Come on people.  This isn't grade school.  You don't need to be friends with your partner.  Just pick a fucking partner."

[Goosekat]

Sunday October 15th, 1997 7:44 p.m.  - -  Webster's Fall  - -  Ziaqing
HP: 7(7)  BP: 13(13)  WP: 5(5)  Hum: 7(7)  SC: 3(3)

Xiao briefly thought of pairing up with Waylon but then thought better of it.  She didn't want to be a distraction to anyone and he still seemed to have a slight fascination with her eyes for some reason.  So she choose Doug instead.  He was strong and had some good fighting techniques and she was sure that he would cover the back of whomever his partner was.  Xiao approached Doug and bowed slightly to him, "if you don't mind, I would like to partner with you for the night," she stated.  Instead of her usual attire, she had opted to wear a pair of jeans, a light sweater and tennis shoes with her long hair pulled back into a braid.  She felt slightly uncomfortable in the clothes but had to admit that it was easier to do a lot of physical activities is such clothes as opposed to those she was more comfortable in. 

[Maxx]

Friday, October 15th, 1999 - 7:45 pm - Webster's Falls - Waylon

BP: 13/13  HP: 7/7 WP:4/4 SC:3 HUM 6

It wasn't hard for Waylon to pick someone who wasn't in his Clan; there were no other Toreador present.  He knew most of the Brujah by now, almost to the point of being considered one of them.  He turned to see who else was available. 

In keeping with Sara's request, he would have chosen Xiaoqing but she had elected to attach herself to the second biggest badass of the group.  Donna had chosen Angel, which left him Dana.

"Hey, Dana, wanna be my partner?" he asked in his best star-struck grade school voice.