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Nov 28 09:14:36 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "Car. Dunk driver killed my parents. It was after Mardi Gras, I visited for a short time, but had to go back to New York and perform." she takes a deep breath and shakes heer head. "They were coming to see me. They never missed a show. Not until that one. When I didn't see them, I knew something was wrong. I could feel it."
Nov 29 20:16:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA black chevy nova roars up to the truckstop, before slowing down with a smooth halt. The engine is killed and the driver side door pops open, before a suited man steps and slams the door behind him. He enters the diner, dark eyes scanning the place with detailed attention, before he walks over to a table and takes a seat. As a waitress approaches him, he glances up indifferently, remarking "@rCoffee.@D" In a straightforward, exhausted tone.
Dec  3 10:10:39 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked down, "About a week, atleast in the center of it. My old mommy never let me in the city unless we were going shopping, but now I'm living here. Don't know why if someones trying to kill me, but people just think im a little girl with fantastic ideas, i dont know why i'd need to be killed. I talk about things and people just think its cute."
Dec  3 16:52:53 :: (GC) Luke rposed: The parents begin crying as they shut the door going to the phone.  "We have to tell the police we killed her."  They can be heard saying.  
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Dec 11 02:39:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Enemies? I suppose. Again, that perspective, and all of that. I've killed people like you. Just as often though, I've worked alongside of them. I never have believed in the cosmic Right and Wrong that is universal, and set among the stars. If we were meant, without question, to be destined as enemies, then free will and the power of choice, would be a useless innovation..", Gareth admits, speaking at length, but in that beautiful voice.
Dec 12 12:46:35 :: (GC) Xander rposed: "Forgive me, Gabriel. Mayhaps if I had known....it doesn't matter now, I'm sorry. I have been looking for you for so long, I have so many unanswered questions and the servant you had save me has been killed, so I came looking for you."
Dec 12 20:35:12 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm sure that you, Sheriff, are familiar with the tell-tale signs of the work of the Lunatics. That inane, stupid face. A smiley-face. Do you have contacts in the local police? I do. If you did, you would be aware of a recent crime, wherein several cops were killed. A car was torn apart. A lampost was /torn/ from the ground. One of their brains were missing..", Gareth admits, levelling his gaze at the back of the crowd, at Kenneth, "..Guess..what was left there, in the paint..?".
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Dec 22 21:25:49 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pelliden is a liability, rather than the asset that he should be. I haven't killed him yet, because in this place, with the Anarch population so high, we can't afford attrition within our own ranks. He's pushed me several times, though. And twice, I near just took his head off. Had I been around earlier, I might have..", the Englishman admits, grabbing his swordbelt from off of the bed, and putting it on around the towel, "..I'm never..never leaving these behind again..".
Dec 23 01:21:58 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..There ain't gonn' be no fuckin' wine drinkers, soon 'nuff, lad. After blowin' the fuck out 'o their home ta'night, they ain' got much runnin' place left. Dogs on tha end 'o their chain, Lunatic..", Smiling Jack admits, shaking his head, and reaching up to stroke his scruff again, "..Yer lookin' ta fight. But ye ain' no Anarch. And we Anarch's take care o' tha place. We killed tha Sabbat. We killed tha Camarilla. We do the killin'. Yer gonna end up wit' the scraps..".
Dec 25 01:46:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm reasonable. I don't hit on random strangers in a club.", is said in a rather balanced tone as bangs are smoothed back somewhat, though to no avail. "Have you ever killed someone?", is asked in the same, almost conversational manner. Yet, there's a dark taint to it. Something a little colder, a little sharper. A glint of wisdom within brilliant eyes and a maccabe sensation upon the mask of an angel.
Dec 25 02:06:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A passing glance is thrown to the bald-headed figure, little emotion or visible care within it. "Questions are ment to be asked. So much from so little." A shake of his head tosses a few drops of soda about, though for now the liquid seems to be forgotten. "So, if you haven't killed anyone, what would drive you to it then?", is asked in the same disturbingly conversational manner.
Dec 28 03:07:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're not hardier than a slug from a Mark XIX Desert Eagle, kid..", Adrien admits, allowing himself a spare moment to inhale a deep and sweet drag from his cigarette, before blowing the smoke out, and watching it drift across the room. His free hand is brought up and inside of his coat, where a click sound is heard, before he answers, "..Someone got killed. Someone said a werewolf did it. I came to have a look..", and without a bit of pause, he tosses in, "..You're down to two steps.". 
Dec 28 04:01:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Opening his eyes fully once more, the youth's brilliant eyes gaze deeply into the man's, a dark and piercing look. "Have you ever killed someone?", is asked smoothly, the neutral expression upon finely-drawn features never wavering. Willowy form still carried in his normal stoic posture, there's an edge to the youth's bearing now. There's nothing menacing with it, if anything there's a sense of cautious curiosity now flowing about his body. "What do you see as you look at me? What am I to you?", the
Dec 28 16:09:22 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Sounds peaches to me, sugartits..", Adrien admits, nodding to the woman, "..Careful with those pictures. You never know what they'll turn up..". Even as the woman leaves, he pulls out a thin line of wire from his coat pocket, and starts to wrap it around his knuckles, murmuring, "..If I was a fucked-in-the-head werewolf. Why would I have killed these folks..".
Jan  1 23:00:12 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Not at all.  Curiosity is an important trait.  A trait that helps people further themselves.  Keep it.  But be careful....the old saying is true.  Curiosity killed the cat."  The frozen blue oceans emebedded in his face gently turn to acknowledge the other vampire once more, keeping a close eye on it.
Jan 13 00:36:30 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: "..Brute force has been tried. It did not work. The Anarch population here is far too concentrated, and only a percent of those are ruffian-trash with no knowledge of what they can do. You look around, and see a group of rabble that could hold nothing. When pushed though, this rabble can come together. There is something to lose for them, and that is both their strength and their weakness..", Lucian explains, addressing Morgan's choice of supposed tactic, "..The taking of Los Angeles will be a matter of stealth. It is surgery, not warfare. A handful of skilled, smart Cainites can do an infinitely greater amount of damage than a rioting mob of lunatics. That is the reason that I have come here..".
Jan 14 13:45:41 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Are you planning to propose to me because I'm straddling you while topless?" Came the mildly sarcastic come back. "Because otherwise, I don't particularly care who you've killed or all of that." Shrugging to emphasive her point, the woman held herself up with her arms on either side of his head and waited for his reply with a smirk and one brow arched.
Jan 16 20:11:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding once is a rather solomn manner, a slight, though unnecessary, breath is taken. "That man, waving the gun at you, he's dangerous, and he has allies. If it were up to them, I'd be tortured, then killed for my beliefs and those of my family." Darkness clouds the youth's eyes now, a strong sense of hatred radiates about his willowy form and his fine jaw line clenches visibly. Head shaking a few times, wispy golden curls frame the angelic face once more as the obvious signs of anger slowly dissipates. "If you see him again, come here. Never make eye contact with him, or anyone else if you can help it. Some can force your will with only a gaze. If you can, wear sunglasses if it doesn't make you seem suspicious..." 
Jan 16 23:53:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..It would probably be easier to rattle off the list of trouble that I didn't get into tonight..", Adrien admits, walking over to the sink in the kitchen and picking up a dishcloth. He turns on the tap for the hot water, getting the edge of the cloth wet, and begins to dab at the corner of the massive bloodstain. It's rather comical, all told. At least, his approach to it, "..Don't worry. I killed everything that was following me back..".
Jan 22 16:47:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DRoaring down the long, glamorous stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard is a red chevy Nova striped with black racing detail. The lights of clubs and overhead streetlights reflect onto the sleek car's hood, sliding off and away like rain drops in the wind as it zooms down the road. The car suddenly squeals to a stop smoke thrown into the air by spinning tires as it turns, sliding into a parking space with the flair and speed that only a stupid, yet skilled, driver could manage. The door pops open, revealing a long leg garbed in black suit pants, before the driver steps out, his full suited form now in view. He closes the door behind him, reaching up to take a pair of black sunglasses from his face, revealing a pair of rather ominous eyes with dark irises. The man turns around, watching the street over the top of his car as he pulls a black trenchcoat on over his conservative black suit.@W
Jan 22 23:03:10 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..The plan, for now, is to remain in place. We're moving on kitten feet here..", the Englishman admits, walking over to a chair, and dragging it back to where Leannan is, which he then is quick to offer, "..I'm gathering resources. Creating safehouses. And most importantly, gaining the help of Clan Nosferatu. The last time that the Anarch's were moved to revolt, every Prince and Primogen in this state was killed, captured, or forced to flee. When we strike, we won't have a second chance. It will be an 'all or nothing' sort of ordeal..".
Jan 27 22:58:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Pacing to the other side of the dais, the lithe and striking Englishman raises a hand to stroke at the small patch of hair upon his chin, before speaking to Nikita, "..Hit and Run? Not at all. That tactic is what will get us killed. If, too soon, the Anarch population learns too much of our presence, then we will be killed, just as the last Camarilla was that had presided here. We shall wait. We shall gather. We shall learn. And then all at once, we shall strike them down! And then before they can recover, we will spot-sweep, and clean out the remnants..".
Jan 28 16:04:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The already silent figure at Elijah's side seems to fall into a deep sense of contemplation, nodding a few times to nobody in particular. Thoughts gathered, Devon replies in his usual candid manner, voice low, but not a whisper. "You can be both at once. If a house cat toys with a mouse before killing it and bring it to you, do you think less of your pet? It played with the mouse for fun, killed it out of instinct, and brought it to you out of respect. Yet, it sits upon your lap, purring happily as you stroke its fur." Strides slowing, the youth turns partially to look into his companion's eyes, awaiting an answer.
Jan 29 21:11:53 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman grins and nods, "@RIf I had that mentality, I would of killed myself a long time ago.@w" She then is grabbed around the waist by a man who shoves his face in her neck. She simply grabs his wrist and swirls to look at him, whispering something that apparently sends the man scurrying back to his counterparts. Turning back to Elijah, "@RSo rude... Anyways, perhaps hanging out in dreary places such as this doesn't help your mood.  You have to find the joy in life or spend each night wishing it was your last.@w" 
Feb  1 02:10:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: In an odd turn of events, suddenly you're walking through the door again, just as you had not but a second before. Once again, Adrien Cross is standing at that table, back turned, and draped in nothing but a towel. He's reloading some ammunition, it would seem. Once you're past the threshold, he states, "..Oh..", just as he had seconds ago, but here, in differs, "..well, at least you're fucking alive. All that snooping is going to get you killed..".
Feb  2 02:02:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Habit. I run off of the shit. These fuckin' things..", Adrien admits, pausing in the middle to hold up the cigarette, "..killed me ten years ago. I'm just livin' out of habit now..". After shaking Patrick's good hand, he stands there for a moment and leeches all of the delicious cancer out of his cigarette, partaking in the decidedly pleasant weather of the evening, "..Fall down some stairs?", he asks, looking pointedly at Patrick's damaged appendage. 
Feb  2 17:58:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A disturbed look flashes through Devon's eyes, not horrified in it's appearance, but still visibly unsettled. "I...I almost lost control. I would have killed you..." Head beginning to shake slightly, Devon's gaze travels the room several times, focusing on the bookcases and furniture rather than the man presses against him. "I need to use blood to heal. The worse the injury, the more blood I need to use." Voice sounding somewhat faint, almost distracted, he continues, "And as you saw...I was in bad shape." A hint of realization dawns on the willowy form now, his gaze once more falling upon Elijah. "You used your blood as well." A smile dances upon his lips for a moment, pride visible within his cerulean eyes.
Feb  3 02:29:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Hey. Some fucking demon pushes you down and floods you with sweet-tasting bile, and then you're not you anymore, that's not a person's choice. That's someone else makin' a person's choice for 'em. And if you think that's a person's choice, then you've got a fuckin' cracked view of what a choice is. You tryin' to tell me that women who're raped and killed, chose that?", Adrien asks, a bit of a sneer to his tone now. He takes a long draw off of his cigarette.
Feb  3 03:36:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I've killed a lot of fucking shit, you asshole. Shit that would make you piss, puke, and then be fuckin' /glad/ that you were layin' in it..". With a cross between smirk and a snarl though, he pulls the trigger on the Desert Eagle, letting a bullet rip and sending it right into Patrick's foot, probably shattering it. He doesn't jump at the sound of the gun though. Instead, he stares, cold and hard with those dark sights, and spits, "..But I don't fuckin' kill humans. Not even thick-headed fuckin' humans that don't know when to stop being so damn merciful. Mercy's for fuckin' God. And I ain't God..".
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Feb 14 03:34:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Arm unwrapping from about his waist, Devon brings his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it gingerly, nimble fingers kneading the flesh with a skilled, tender touch. His eyes slowly close for a moment and another long sigh is released before they flutter open again. Scanning the alley with caution that verges on neurotic, a certain calculating detachment grows within them. Hand falling away from his forehead, it drops gracefully down to his side before re-wrapping about his waist in one smooth motion. As the rocking slowly stops, one long stride is taken in an almost experimental manner. Nodding once, another stride is made until the androgynous teen is walking calmly and quietly out of the alley. Finger still digging into his flesh, he breezes past Thea without a look or a word.
Feb 15 02:07:00 :: (GC) Althea rposed: An air of something gone wrong mars Althea's post-feeding bliss. She feels worse for having caused some sort of domestic strife than for having killed someone; Devon is mad, but no one will mourn the man. She opens her mouth to say something and feels resistance: a thin crust of blood has dried at the corners of her mouth. She picks it off with a fingernail, sighing sadly for what she has done.
Feb 15 18:21:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An ebon eyebrow lifts at this very odd greeting, but without missing a beat the young photographer bobs her head quickly in response. "And so do you," she responds cheerily without any hint of question, the smile never fading or faltering on her pale face. "He's a good kid and likes pizza almost as much as I do and was kind enough to leave me the leftovers. Of course those leftovers never saw the light of day, but you can take heart in the fact that I killed them quickly even if it was without remorse."
Feb 15 21:51:33 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Oh, nothing. Threatened by a werewolf, killed a guy, no big deal." She laughs bitterly. "I'm trying to adjust to being a ghoul. Devon's no help - apparently he was never human, whatever that means. It's just weird to suck the life out of someone when a few weeks ago I was eating cheeseburgers." She sighs. "It'll get easier as it goes on. This is what I chose, this is what my life is now. I just need to adjust."
Feb 16 02:06:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I didn't help you. I helped me. I'm a bloody Ventrue. Do you think I put you up here out of the kindness of my never-beating heart? You're a liability. You have no discipline. You have no manners. You lack focus, and a goal that's worth attaining. I'd rather have you here, than stirring up trouble at the Club that would get you killed..", the Englishman admits, before stepping into the room fully now, "..Which might not have been enough, if you keep pointing that /bleeding/ gun at me, Carl..".
