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A Vampire the Masquerade RPG set six months after Gehenna. Some Kindred were left standing, but rebuilding their shattered society is the least of their problems....
 
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PostSubject: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Mon Aug 24, 2015 9:50 am

Tuesday, August 9th, 2005

There were gun toting men all over the street, firing off multiple shots and otherwise closing in on her position.  Samantha was crouched down behind a blue sedan... one that 'somehow' retained its structure under the withering hail of bullets.  She didn't know much about the enemy, except that their sole purpose was to terminate her life.  She'd counted five foes to her front and was certain that others were flanking her position from all sides.  If any of these goons had been occupying the upper levels of the buildings (or the rooftops), she'd have been screwed.  Some allies on her side would have been a nice equalizer, but for now it was just her and a Beretta.  Sam rose from her cover just long enough to hurl a smoke grenade... before ducking back down.  It was a quick, fluid motion, yet a bullet still passed through her arm (somehow completely bypassing the car's solid hood).  She couldn't take much more of this!  Fortunately the smoke was beginning to obscure the urban battlefield, allowing Sam to scamper over to a street corner and put down an assailant who was hustling towards her.  Further shots rang out from the cloud of smoke and Samantha jinked for her life... but one shot caught her right between the eyes.

Game over.

"Oh come on!  This game is totally rigged.  How do they manage headshots through smoke?  And shooting through cover?  I'm done with this, Hank."

Samantha threw down the console game controller in disgust.  Her packmate was seated on the sofa right beside her... and from the expression on his disfigured face, he was enjoying Sam's dismay.

"Told you it was a poor substitute.  Kids of today are so wet behind the ears that 'this' is as close to danger as they'll ever get.  You want to blow off steam... head upstairs and dance some poor guy to death.  I reckon we should splurge on some punching bags and boxing gear.  Those new recruits of ours could certainly use the practice.  One of them keeps holding his gun sideways, for Christ's sake.  Damn idiot's going to get a casing in his face..."

Pushing off from the sofa, Samantha switched off the gaming system and padded over to a privacy screen in the corner of the 'living room'.  Down in the basement it was pretty spartan, even with things like the sofa, TV, entertainment system, and other conveniences.  Naturally kitchen and toilet facilities were absent... vampires didn't need those things.  The multiple panic rooms were however far more useful.  Divesting herself of t-shirt and slacks, Sam continued talking as she picked out some clubbing attire from an old cupboard on squeaky wheels.

"You might be onto something with that boxing gear, Hank.  Remember that we weren't exactly action star material after climbing out of the ground.  And with no battles to fight for the moment, their progress is going to be slow... so any practice we can get them is ideal.  At least the ones with my blood in them have managed 'basic' fleshcrafting exercises.  Advanced lessons are going to be a real pain, but frankly I'm not going to bother until they've earned their stripes.  Hey, which of these tops do you like... red or blue?"

Hank looked over to the privacy screen and scanned the choices put before him.  Samantha was holding up a dark red tank top in one hand and in her other was a light blue crop-top.  To a Nosferatu like himself, the distinction was pretty irrelevant... but he pointed to the 'blue'.  Sam took his advice, musing that the blue one might look good under nightclub lighting.  When she emerged from behind the screen, an empty sofa was all that greeted Samantha.  Hank had slipped away, either to waylay someone for a few pints of blood or maybe to do some snooping elsewhere.  Samantha shrugged to herself and ducked into a small room with a gold star on the door.  Inside it was decked out like a theater's dressing room (with a large mirror, chair, & most of Sam's cosmetics).  Samantha liked to think it would see more use, if she could attract some more females into her pack... or find ladies worth embracing.  Samantha ran a comb through her golden locks, reapplied some lipstick and eye-shadow... but thanks to her previous fleshsculpting, there wasn't much else she could do to improve on her looks.

"Time to go party..."

Samantha ascended the stairs and emerged in the staff area of Miami's Vice, locking the door behind her.  The night was still very young and the club was far from capacity.  A few regulars and early birds had RSVPed themselves some good seats and were otherwise getting the night started with a few drinks.  Sam moved across the floor and had a private word with the DJ, requesting a particular song to get herself in the mood... Push Up by the Freestylers.  It was a tune that had come out in June of last year.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Tue Aug 25, 2015 3:29 pm

Cauchemar...that's what Michael had told her the old Kindred had called a vampire who chose to feed from sleeping humans. The old breed apparently had a lot of pretentious names for a lot of things, Catherine mused as she took a moment to run her tongue delicately over the twin punctures her fangs had left in the neck of the sleeping blonde intern; marveling as she always did at the ability to lick wounds closed before she stepped away from the dozing young woman and went back into the hall.

Her step was lighter and more relaxed as she finished her rounds. She had a tendency to wait until it was no longer possible or really wise to delay feeding any longer. If she'd had a Beast like Michael had told her about she would've frenzied a thousand times over from waiting so long between meals. Still, with her exacting standards she had to wait until a suitable situation presented itself...as it just had with the intern she'd found snoring softly in a chair beside a patient's bed.

Feeding on patients was out of the question...even the adult ones she occasionally saw at the hospital. To the redhead, it would've been a betrayal of sorts. Granted she never took enough blood to truly harm, but it was the principle involved. She was a Doctor; her job was to help and heal people, and taking blood from someone who'd come to be treated for illness and injury left a metaphorical bad taste in her mouth.

Even drinking packaged blood was a meal of only last resort, though it was one she'd *had* to fall back on more than once when the opportunity to get fresh hadn't presented itself in time for one of her stretched-out feedings. Every bag of stolen medical blood was a pint that *wouldn't* be available for a patient who might need it to survive before a new shipment came in to replace it...and that was a source of guilt she tried to avoid whenever possible.

No, most of Catherine's blood came from her fellow employees at the hospital. Falling asleep on the job was a matter of course when one worked long hours during the night shift; indeed, it was expected that nurses and interns pulling all-nighters would nap in the break rooms in the lulls that often occurred. It was risky...her bite itself was not painful enough to rouse the sleeper, but there was always the worry that someone would come into the room before she was done. Thankfully she'd been lucky so far, but the possibility made her envy vampires with the Dominate discipline.

She swung by her locker to change into something more suitable for going out. Her visits to Saint Joseph's hospital were purely for consultations and the necessary evil of feeding, but now that both had been accomplished she was free to enjoy the rest of her evening. She stepped outside the automatic doors wearing a modest pair of black leather flats and a blue dress-suit only a few shades darker than her eyes.

She got into her Jaguar and headed for the bustle of mid and downtown. Ordinarily she chose to socialize in the more upper-class areas of the city, but that was more from her personal tastes running towards theater and classical music rather than any form of economic elitism. The street she parked on was riddled with a respectable offering of nightclubs, and she paused under a street-lamp; debating the options even as she was conscious of more than a few glances being tossed her way. She knew her clothes were a bit formal compared to the groups of club-goers gathered about.

Her gaze finally rested on a club called 'Miami's Vice'- the cleverness of the name bringing a small smile to her lips-the night was still young enough that the crowd wasn't too objectionable, but she could tell that the establishment was a popular one. She entered and made her way carefully to the bar; settling herself into one of the seats and ordering a fuzzy navel. Alcohol didn't really do that much for her anymore, but it was a good way to fit in, and she still enjoyed the taste of what had been her favorite bar drink as a mortal.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Fri Aug 28, 2015 12:37 am

Mouthing the words to the song, Samantha gyrated to the funky little tune... more concerned with having fun than demonstrating her performance skills.  This was a warm up, plain and simple.  So she threw in a few kicks, shuffles, body waves, trance styled hand movements... and whatever else came naturally.  What she loved about the song was that it lent itself to so many interpretations, there was no 'right' dance style for it. 

After her song, Samantha let herself 'return to earth' and padded off the dance floor.  She'd dance again later, when there was a greater press of bodies with that palpable crowd energy.  For now, the bar was her new destination (not that she could actually drink anything on tap).  Samantha was always hopeful of more Sabbat emerging... whether they turned up in person, or left messages at the bar.  She had considered using some Sword of Caine icons to catch the attention of survivors beyond the scope of her old networks, but it was risky... without knowing the intentions of other factions first.  Sam's eyes swept over the people she passed... an underage student who'd somehow slipped in (well done to him!), a woman in a dress-suit (odd choice of clothing), a pair of men in leather jackets (forgettable), and some of the usual barflies.  Placing her hands on the bar, Samantha leaned forward and caught the attention of the bartender ('Joey'... if her memory was correct) with a flick of her hair.

"Hey, you got any messages for Sam?"

Joey shot her a grin and went to look in hidden pigeonhole under the bar.  He didn't know exactly who Sam was, except that management looked after her... and expected the rest of the staff to do likewise.  Maybe she was a relative or the club owner's girl?  There hadn't been a shift yet were he'd been present and she hadn't.  Joey passed over a few bits of paper and then got back to work.  As for Samantha, she eased herself down onto a bar stool and started casually flicking through her messages.  There were a few pleas for Sam to call people back... and 99% of those were probably guys/girls that she fed upon.  There was a postcard from some foreign guy named Johan, citing her as the highlight of his Atlanta trip.  There was a beer coaster with 'no deal' scribbled on the back... more gang idiots she'd need to 'discipline' later.  But what she had hoped for just wasn't in her messages.  Were there no other Sabbat out there?  Samantha exhaled and the glanced down the bar to see how the other patrons were doing.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Fri Aug 28, 2015 9:16 pm

A flicker of movement on the edge of her field of vision had her turning her head only to see a pretty blonde woman coming to the bar. At first she didn't pay her that much attention; assuming she was simply a patron or maybe even an employee of the club. But then something nagged at her, and Catherine gave her a better look.

One thing her years of medical school had given her was a tendency to notice things about people that most others didn't notice in their day-to-day life. Shortened or labored breath could indicate problems with the lungs or heart, discolorations of the skin could warn of possible melanoma, ect...

But that wasn't the issue with this particular woman. No, what caught Catherine's trained gaze the most was the fact that, now that she was paying exclusive attention to her, the blonde wasn't breathing.

Her ability with auspex wasn't as highly developed as her healing discipline, but it was sufficient to check auras, and she did so now; feeling a small stab of alarm when her suspicions were confirmed in the paleness of the one surrounding the other woman.

She was a vampire too.

Pale fingers tightened a bit around her glass, taking a sip to cover any overt sign of nervousness she might have displayed at the bit of knowledge she'd been granted.

Not just *a* vampire, but an *old breed* vampire. She shifted a little on her barstool. She'd seen only two of those in person, and only from a distance, but Michael kept in contact with her by e-mail and occasionally phone, and over the months since they'd gone their separate ways he'd given her what little information he'd been able to discover on the other 'odd' young Kindred that had turned out like she had herself.

One of the quirks of the so-called 'new breed', was that they still breathed. Not by necessity of course; Catherine had swam to the bottom of the swimming pool at her old complex one night and experimented long enough to know that she'd never need to worry about suffocating or drowning ever again...but for some reason it still remained as an automatic reflex. Original Kindred, however, had neither need nor reflex for breathing.

Michael had warned her, oh how he had warned her! to be wary of the old breed (other than himself of course). Other young vampires like her would probably be safe, as they would probably be seeking others like themselves. But the others of the old breed, especially ones from a faction he'd called the Camarilla, were to be treated with caution.

The members of his clan- what precious few there were left- had been forced to remain in hiding even before 'Gehenna'...

And while she was somehow not of his clan, but something new, she was still of his blood, and that he warned could possibly make her a target. She took another, deeper drink of the fuzzy navel. One thing the reflexive breathing and the ability to drink liquids had given her was an easier time blending in with humans. As of a few days before she'd left the northeast, she'd even somehow acquired a delicate hint of the former color she'd once had in her skin. But that skin was still paler (and colder) than a mortal's, and it didn't change the fact that she lacked a pulse and a heartbeat.


ooc: And auspex will 'out' her as well ^_^
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Sun Sep 06, 2015 11:19 pm

Samantha noticed the suited woman giving her hidden glances and getting deeper into her drink (a Fuzzy navel, if her guess was correct).  Was this girl trying to work up the courage to proposition Sam?  It wouldn't be the first or last time.  Of course, the woman could be checking out Samantha for different reasons too.  Given the lack of anything more exciting, Samantha decided to play along and see where things went.  With Catherine's attire, there was a good chance that a woman like her was smart... and wouldn't fall prey to 'the standard' conversational tricks.  That was just fine by Sam.

Claiming an empty bar stool, Samantha brought it over to the man next to Catherine and smiled towards him.

"Hi there... can I sit beside you?"

The man gladly shuffled over, but soon found himself facing Samantha's back... as her attention swung over to Catherine instead.  Sam placed her hands on the bar with her fingers drumming out an idle tune that was partially related to the club's music.  She just watched Catherine for a few moments, silently imparting her interest to the suited woman.  Samantha could have fallen back upon her Auspex, but there didn't seem to be a need... yet.  Finally she chose to break the silence herself.  Samantha empathized a few characteristics that she thought would make a good approach... a sense of humor, perceptiveness, and a slightly superior vibe.

"The club must be doing something right if the young professionals are stopping by.  What do you think of the place?  I heard the owner was shooting for something trendy and naughty, all rolled into one.  Its enough to keep me coming back... Oh, I'm Sam by the way."

Samantha extended a hand to Catherine.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Tue Sep 08, 2015 4:54 pm

She raised an eyebrow as the blonde woman came over, outwardly showing no trace of the brief flash of renewed alarm it made her experience. The first remark had her lips curving back into a thin, wry smile, "It certainly has an interesting atmosphere. To be honest, I'm not much of a club person- the bosses at my new practice frown upon their new hires being seen at dance clubs and other 'unprofessional' places." She eyed the offered hand for a split second moment of hesitancy before mentally shrugging it off. She'd just fed and so her skin had a slight warmth that would help the illusion of humanity, and so she reached out and shook it politely.

"I'm Catherine. I've only been in Atlanta for a few weeks, so maybe you could clue me in to some of the hot spots around here. I usually go more for theater or classical music, but I like clubs as long as they're not trashy. This place is very nice."
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Sun Sep 13, 2015 6:46 am

"If the bosses don't pay you for off duty activities, then screw those busy bodies.  What do you do anyway, Cathy?"

Samantha grinned in a maliciously good humored manner.  Personal freedom was something she herself had struggled to achieve, so overly controlling persons tended to earn Samantha's scorn.  And if anything, 'modern society' was far too interested in scrutinizing itself over ridiculous things.  At least her impression of Catherine 'looked' to be correct but she had to give the woman credit for 'experimenting' past the usual high society stuff.  Thinking about hot spots, Sam found herself thinking about the cold spots instead.  She gave a dismissive shrug.

"Only piece of advice I can give about the other places... is that close to half of them are man on man parties.  Spy before you buy is my motto.  Hmm... I don't think I've ever visited the theater in Atlanta.  I guess I never had anyone intellectual enough to take."

Samantha's admission about the theater was partially true... she had never been.  That was because she had been too busy during the period in which the Sabbat had held Atlanta.  Other times, it was too well protected by Camarilla security (when they controlled the city).  In essence, it was easier to stretch the truth with the intellectual excuse instead.  And maybe Catherine might be moved to take up the challenge...
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Wed Sep 16, 2015 4:26 pm

She raised an eyebrow at the casually issued nickname, but chose not to protest it. Some people were just more informal than others, and Cathy wasn't nearly as bad as being called 'Cat'. "It's a private practice, so maybe that's why they're more paranoid about their reputation being damaged." She said lightly, before adding, "It's a good thing they didn't see me in my younger days. Drinking, drugs, shop-lifting...I did a little bit of everything in my wild, unbridled youth."

In spite of herself another grin tugged at her lips, and she took another sip of her drink, "But, to answer your question, I'm a doctor; pediatric oncologist to be exact. I moved down here from Baltimore; things were getting a little stuffy up north and I thought a change of pace would do me some good."

She looked closely at the other vampire then...pondering her words about the theater. She wasn't sure if the other woman realized she was talking to another Kindred yet or not, but she didn't think so. There'd been none of the veiled language the others she'd met before had used when speaking in a public place. Still...it would be a little embarrassing if they went out to the theater and the blonde tried feeding off her.

"Spamalot is going to be opening up a week-long run at the Alliance theater on Friday." She said finally, deciding to take a chance. She knew it was potentially risky revealing herself to an old breed vampire, especially since she didn't know what clan or former faction membership the woman might be. But with so many dead and the state of things still so unsteady for them all as a whole, maybe positive relationships were possible...and whether she wanted to admit it or not, since Michael had left she'd been lonely.

"I haven't made any friends here yet, and I could see right away that you're very special." Catherine paused then; casting a cautious glance around them. The man Sam had sat down near had gotten up a few minutes before; presumably to try to his luck with another girl, and there was no one else around in their immediate area save the bartender, who wasn't looking at them. "I'm special myself, in more than one way." Then, quickly, she let her lips curl back just enough to show the other woman her fangs, before discreetly covering them once more. "You're still more than welcome to come to the theater with me, if it matters to you."
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Thu Sep 17, 2015 8:46 pm

Samantha had a good degree of medical knowledge, although hers was a hands on 'doing' style, learned through experience and without professional schooling.  Fleshcrafting was more a biology driven discipline that could stand on its own.

"Pediatrics I know, but you got me on what an oncologist is.  Did you take it up due to some sort of personal experience... or does it just interest you?"

In regards to theater stuff, Spamalot did sound like a bit of fun.  The 'theater classics' had their place, but Samantha tended to like the more contemporary stuff more.  And anything with Monty Python would surly be worth a few laughs.  When Catherine started speaking about 'specialness', Sam arched an eyebrow... sensing that the conversation was taking a serious turn.  She'd been in these situations before... where two vampires tested each other to see if they were friend or foe.  Catherine's fangs brought it all together.  Samantha's face displayed a momentary look of surprise... and a quick check of Catherine's aura confirmed the woman's undead status.  Sam outwardly shrugged and a mischievous smirk crept onto her face.

"Oh you can still count me in for Spamalot.  I can't believe how well you lot manage to blend in... maybe if I play my cards right, we can play a game of doctor?"  Sam laughed merrily.  "The only deal breaker is messing up my club... but somehow I don't think that's in your DNA, so we're fine... right?"

Camarilla membership used to be a deal breaker too, but given current events... it wasn't.  Samantha didn't even know if there were enough interested 'survivors' to repopulate that organisation... and even if there were, it would surely be more modern without overbearing elders to govern it.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Wed Sep 23, 2015 8:57 pm

ooc: sorry if the post is lackluster or it's taken me a bit to respond. My stepdad died late last night after a long illness, so needless to say things are chaotic around here.

BIC:  "Oncology is just an overblown, fancy term for 'cancer doctor'." Catherine replied lightly, giving a grim smile before putting her drink down, "As to personal experience...other than wanting to continue my work, my main motivation for being okay with joining this 'club', so to speak, is because I was dying anyway from stage four lung cancer. I wouldn't have lasted another month when he showed up on my doorstep and made the offer." She chuckled at that, "Believe me...the irony of a doctor specializing in treating cancer *dying* of cancer wasn't lost on me."

She shook her head in amusement, "I won't say there hasn't been an adjustment period, but from what I understand the new types like me have a much easier time, as you say, of blending in. First it was little things like just breathing without thinking about it, even if I don't actually *need* to. But even from the beginning I could still drink things like this." She picked up her fuzzy navel and gave it a gentle shake. "Then, just a little over a month ago, I got a little bit of color in my skin, but more bizarre...I can eat, *really* eat again, and it tastes good. I don't crave it, and it doesn't do anything to satisfy my actual hunger...but it's sort of nice to be able to eat pasta again...and it doesn't have to come back up either, which from my sire said, is what you types who can eat solid food has to do with it eventually."

She was quiet for a moment and then gave another smile, "But no...I'm not the sort to cause trouble. My sire from what I understand wasn't a member of any of the old groups, and the only grudge he had against any clan was the ones he called the Tremere...and from what he's told me over the past few months, he hasn't seen any of them since things for our kind went to hell in a hand basket."
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Sun Oct 04, 2015 8:27 pm

OOC: Apologies.... I've been suddenly busy and looking for some good conversational fodder.

"Cancer... I swear its spreading like the common cold.  I don't recall nearly as many occurrences back in my day, but then I wasn't exactly interested in such things.  Bigger fish to fry.  I do find it more fascinating that 'HE' chose you for a background that most of us don't really use a lot.  I'm sure he told you something about that... maybe even the truth."

Samantha chuckled at that last bit.  She's heard about the things that various sires had told their childer, ranging from half truths to outright fantasy.  To be fair, Sam had been pretty tough on those she'd embraced too... with the exception of her recent recruits.  Necessity demanded that she not squander or break them.



"Blending in has probably been your lot's greatest advantage.  Us old types weren't expecting anything new with our descendants... and deviance from what we wanted is a dangerous thing, especially given the new climate where its all about 'need'.  I'm lucky not to have had any strange results, because I can't afford to keep someone who doesn't pull their weight in my house."

As for the food consumption revelation, Sam chose not to comment on it.  After all the years as a vampire, she didn't miss it.  Too much mess and bother.  The mention of Tremere resulted in an amused smile.

"Well Cathy, you seem to be a wise one... so I don't expect we'll have any disagreements.  I've heard of these Tremere and frankly they pissed everyone off.  You'd do well to avoid them... if any are left they would try to dissect you or something.  Given the recent game change, I'm not sure where old groups and rivalries stand.  I could be the last of my kind for all I know."

It seemed prudent to gloss over her own 'group membership' for the time being.  Catherine didn't seem like an eager recruit and Sam wasn't really in need of more.  Better to make allies and worry about invites at a later date.  For the time being, learning more about what the new kindred were up to was a far better use of Sam's time.

"Can I ask what 'you' have heard about the new kids on the block?  Are they looking to form their own official club or just go their own ways like yourself?"
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Sun Oct 11, 2015 10:49 pm

"I've met a few like me....well, not *exactly* like me as far as abilities go, but ones who's particular...strain, of our condition is the same." She shook her head a little; wondering at the divine reasons, if indeed any were involved, behind what was apparently a new breed of vampirism. "I haven't met any others just like me yet. One of the other new types was a guy up in Baltimore. He said his sire had been a Ventrue. The other was a girl I met on the way down here. She could mess with the weather...said her sire was really really ugly and had kicked her out because she wasn't, so I'm assuming he was Nosferatu. I didn't talk to them much...there were two things Michael told me to avoid; Tremere and the Camarilla. Then again I suppose us new types really don't belong anywhere. I'm not sure how many of us there even are. I know the original breed isn't exactly numerous now, but still, they have to outnumber us. From what Michael and I have puzzled out, both from me and the others we've encountered. The new breeds were all created during that forty day window during the Withering. Anyone who came along after it ended...well, they have their differences, but they're still the same breed as their sire. It's strange."

She took the opportunity to finish her drink then, looking thoughtful, "Maybe there aren't even enough of the new ones like me *to* organize, at least not yet. I'm not itching to subject someone else to this lifestyle, so to speak, but I can see where someone else might...safety in numbers and all that...and since we *can* blend in so much easier, I suppose that gives us a small edge. Michael's off traveling the country researching and gathering information on it all. I guess the changed state of things has given him a new reason for being as it were. But he is a strange one." A slight shudder passed through her then. She was genuinely fond of her sire, but it had still been unnerving...both of them could heal...but she'd never forget the moment she'd walked into the room where he was healing a sleeping hospital patient and had seen all-too-clearly the third eye on his forehead. That was one oddity she was grateful to have been spared from.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Mon Oct 12, 2015 8:47 pm

As the three of them entered the club, Mio instantly regretted agreeing to go. The music wasn't too bad, but there were a bit too many people for her taste. Sae instantly tried to drag her to the dance floor, but she managed to resist. She agreed to get a drink, if only for the appearance of normalcy, even if she couldn't really drink it, you didn't go to a club expecting to blend in and not at least hold a drink at some time during the night.
She did urge the girls to dance and have fun while she found a place where she felt she wouldn't garner too much attention. She smiled though whenever one of them came over, it didn't do to not at least pretend to be having fun. The excuse "I'm just a little tired" was thankfully working though, at least to begin with.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Fri Oct 23, 2015 2:37 am

Sam smiled as Catherine mentioned the Camarilla and the Tremere.  Hopefully those factions were having a rough time as well.

"Wise advice from your sire, avoiding those two.  Maybe your right, Cathy... maybe there aren't enough of you lot to rock the existing establishments.  But don't think it make you safe.  And once the old timers are back on their feet, things will get interesting... mark my words."

Samantha idly glanced to the trio of kids who entered, first timers by the look of them (maybe).
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Fri Oct 23, 2015 11:09 am

Mio simply sat in the corner, trying her best to blend in with the inanimate objects around her. She had noticed the woman at the bar cast a glance in her direction and sank a bit in her seat. This hadn't been a good idea. She gripped her drink tighter and concentrated on the bubbles rising to the surface.
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PostSubject: Re: Miami's Vice (nightclub), Tuesday evening   Sat Nov 07, 2015 7:01 pm

She smiled thinly at that, "Well then, it seems my tactic of keeping my head down and mouth shut might be a prudent one. I try to avoid trouble whenever possible." She slipped a hand into her pocket and drew out enough money to pay her tab and cover a tip for the bartender; putting it on the table before her blue eyes flickered back to the other vampire.

"It was nice meeting you, Sam. I think I'm going to head home and seek the more sedate pleasures of a hot bath and television, but I *was* serious about the theater invite, so feel free to contact me." Her hand fished through her pocket for a moment and then returned with a crisp white business card with the name of the practice she worked for and her phone number before holding it out to the other woman.

ooc: Those irritating moments when your brain doesn't want to cooperate with any form of writing >_>
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