Camden Spit and Ladder

[Kray]

This Scene was Rp'd on discord during site down time, the first few posts have been ported over.

OG Post: Kray

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Having heard of the London inspired eatery the Ogre had promptly made his way to it, the closest thing he had found to food from the his mortal stomping ground had been a public house, the Fox and Goose and it had well not meet his standards, neither in truth would this place the food he sought when this mood hit him had long been gone from the world but still it might be close. So with mask hardened so he needn't worry about tonight being disturbed, by fae business anyway, his order was placed.


An entire table outside, easily done in the colder weather had at least two of every item on the menu preciously balanced and the giant was chowing down with gusto in no particular sequence, often moving between unfinished plates.

(1 glamour spent to harden mask)

[Alessandra]

OG post: Alessandra

It was a rare night when the Savage got the chance to walk the city. Usually, she had fires to put out in the Domain, or had to direct her men on business matters to attend to her, or hell, attend to them herself.


But tonight, she had a couple hours to herself. There was a pager on her hip, a disposable flip phone beside it, plus another one in her jacket pocket. One for Kine business, one for Kindred business. Both would be replaced before the sun rose.


Her long raven hair was down, her jacket was a deep green color, a rich, expensive material, her pants black. No makeup tonight, the cold air giving her warm skin a flush of pink from the chill.


It was easy for her dark eyes to spot the giant, not only being the only one outside, but men his size don’t go unnoticed. He would have made for an excellent Ghoul, clearly powerful in his own right, only to be push to the limits with Kindred blood. Such a waste.


Walking up, because she owed this city, a smirk on her face, “All by yourself? Now that is a shame.” Pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Sofia needs no invitation, not if one is looking to make a name for themselves in their business, well, her business. “How have you been?”

(1 vitae spent to blush)

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Nosferatu stepped into this place, her dark brown eyes moving over the area with care. The brunette had been pulled by the unmistakable pull of the Alder Prince's Beast and a keen interest in the nights activity. Study and contemplation had filled the Nosfertu's nights these past few months. It was time to stretch her muscles. These muscles were the muscles flexed when interacting among the Kine. Before she left the house, she had adhered a flesh colored scarf to one shoulder and her neck. A black, grey, and cream silk wrap was now artfully draped and pinned with a sterling silver Celtic style pin to hide her neck. She wore a simple black dress and golden style sandals, deciding this could work for the eatery.

She moved with a calm confidence and lady - like grace into the eatery. She had donned cream eyeshadow in emerald green, a nude lipstick and green eyeliner to draw out her brown eyes and hair. Her hair fell loose in large waves. Stolen blood flushed through her skin, giving the illusion of life and health.
The Nosferatu gave a wife smile towards 'Sofia'. "Hey, how have you been?"
She spoke in her sibilant voice. The Curse hung heavy in the air.

Jennifer turned to the man and focused. Wasn't this the man who had a sparring match with Helen?

"We've spoken before." She states, letting the man respond with what he would.

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[Kray]

He was just in the process of lifting an oyster to his mouth, with a generous helping of mignonette of course, the shell looking especially tiny gripped in his large hands when He registers Sofia's approach and lowers the molluscs a few inches, given the queen of Sacramento's underworld was arguably the most powerful mortal in the city a social call seemed rather unlikely. Not impossible but ogre's mind starts working as only one that lives in a constate of varying paranoia can.

Still some things are only proper regardless of what happened next, his other hand goes to the moth eaten fedora upon his head and lifts it clear placing the accessory briefly over his broad chest before returning it and casting pale eyes into its shadow once again. "Hm. Is it now? Alone can be peaceful." That and either his demeanour or certain fae magics tended to keep him off most invitation lists. Still she remembers me well enough it would seem. "Ah. But good company is better still." And that was truthful enough. "Uh. Speaking of good company, can I get you anything?" The offer of something fresh seemed reasonable, better then the plates upon plates of food going cold in the night air.

When someone like Sofia De Luca asks how you've been it could just as easily be idle conversation as a chance to confess some wrong doing. His network was spreading no question about it, but surely nothing he did would have filtered up as to attracted the attention of the high and mighty, for good or ill? "Oh. I've been well enough thanks for asking." Was it the club? That was the only thing that came to mind as a possibility. "Hm. And yourself, how have things been?" If his activates had gotten under her skin, enough to come find him personally, it was doubtless he would have to wait long to find out.

And the night seemed wasn't done throwing surprises at him. At first Jennifer goes unrecognised, until she speaks, the ruined voice setting an unpleasant creeping sensation that has nothing to do with the cold in his guts, a spark of memory in his head, it was hard to forget that voice. "Uh. Yeah we have." And she was acting friendly with Sofia? The question was then suck up or friend? Is this meeting about that night in the gym then? That had been some time ago now. Regardless the new arrival with the air of lady like dignity is not invited to sit, not by him, it isn't his table anymore, not with Sofia sat there.

[Alessandra]

And just like that, her Beast takes notice of another close by. It begins to pace, its hackles raised, razor sharp teeth bared as it snarls in anger. Dark eyes glance around for the weakness, and land on Jenn. Her Beast settling ever so slightly, it knew this Beast, but still required the chain to be pulled back, shoved in its corner, ignored.

A slow smile, “Jenn, good evening, I’ve been quite well, and yourself?”

Back to the giant,

“It certainly can be, and I know I enjoy a quiet evening to myself here and there.” A nod and smile, “Is this one of those evenings, or am I intruding?” manners were still good. “Oh, how generous, I’ll just have a coffee thank you. I had a business meeting earlier, a dinner and I don’t think I could eat anything else. But thank you for the offer.” A slight bow of her head.

“Good to hear.” Truth be told, he wouldn’t have a meeting with her personally, it would be with one of her men. She only handled Kindred matters personally. Cattle matters were beneath a personal touch. “I cannot complain, my restaurant is doing well, and my other endeavors are doing even better.” a knowing smile.