(1105) Twenties Court

[Thomas Connor]

"You know I'd love to go back to Africa, actually maybe see some of the sights this time. Or more of it than just Algeria and Tunisia." Also not being shot at would be a major plus this time too.

He bows respectfully to the Judex as she passes, feeling again the power of her predator against his own masked beast. If she did this to him he could only wonder what it was like for some of the weak predators in the room.

"Well every boy wanted to be a hero like Douglas Fairbanks played in the movies. Be a hero and save the sweet and innocent girl, usually played by Mary Pickford, from a band of evil ruffians." He smiled and shrugged. "Somethings just stick with you, no matter how far away you get from the times you've experienced and the places you've been."

[Martha Villiers]

Martha nodded in full agreement. Wide eyed. "Oh, yes...I can fully see what you mean, sir." she smiled again and nodded - pleased her private deductions were correct: and in genuine and full agreement with everything Thomas just said. Martha watches Twist again, with a slightly tighter grip to her parasol and her free hand rubs hard at her lame hip as she spends a few extra seconds watching the powerful Kindred. Soon though, and with a playful smile and her best wide eyed Perils of Pauline look, Martha chirps to Thomas; "If I am ever unfortunate enough to get tied to railroad tracks, I should jolly well hope a daring hero is at hand to do some timely rescuing!"

[Mykel]

Max Heinz

Max and Sarah continued here.

Ciara Maskelyne

*Ciara makes her way into Court, taking a moment to take in both the mood and number of the gathering. Most of the monsters here tonight she knew, but the fresh growls of unrecognized Beasts barking harmlessly at her own. Like a mastiff steeping over poodles, Ciara represses the urge to grind them under her shoes.

Instead, she walks peacefully into the Court proper; noting the music being played. The 20's in London were just as interesting as those in the States, just filtered through a repressive British stiff upper lip. She chose a dress that hearkened to the upper class of the decade instead of the gangster molls and rum runners.

Ciara had enough of the flappers the first time around, the Bright Young People having worn the Ventrue's patience thin with their attitude. A slight smirk parts her thin lips as she realizes some of those in the city that had likewise warn her patience thin were dressed just the same.

Then she catches sight of Twist and Asa, and any thoughts of annoyance leave her mind. Ciara's smirk turns to a soft smile; moving to examine the collected Herds with an appraising eye. She knew better than to interrupt the two lovers; choosing instead to inspect the mortals like a car collector moving through a private garage.*

Ciara's outfit

[Sarah LaFleur]

"Well I was always a bit of a Dodgers fan." She says with a hint of a genteel southern accent. "Until they moved to California. Just weren't the same lovable bums without Brooklyn across their chest." Sarah shakes her head. Of course she was a baseball fan. She had grown up in the 50's when there were only three good things about the country: Marilyn Monroe, a young Marlon Brando and good baseball. Damn Good Baseball.

"There are a couple of Yankees I can stand. Casey Stengel, Yogi Berra, Phil Rizzuto all had their moments. Reggie Jackson was interesting and hey anyone who tried to kill Billy Martin can't be all bad right?"

[Thomas Connor]

"Well Keeper Villiers should Sidney Whiplash ever trouble you with his villainous designs, I shall give him a good and proper thrashing." Thomas smiles genuinely at the thought. If anyone ever messed with the Keeper the petite Shadow would have more than her share of protectors to deal with any problem. Of course it would be wrong to assume that Martha didn't have the ability to deal with any problem that would arise. She was a smart Kindred after all.

"Still I sometimes miss those old silent films. How the performers had to convey so much with their body language and actions."

[Brenn Lawrence]

"Too you as well, Mr. Greyson," Brenn replied in farewell, turning to head further into the Court Proper. She had to admit that the decorations were very nice, if a bit reminiscent of a Museum, but that had probably been done in order to gave the decor more appeal to those who had lived or spent their Requiems during the twenties. After all, it was odd how memory worked in such shadowy and deceptive ways, twisting recollection until only parodies and stereotypes summoned the events back into mind, and she wondered if, in time, seeing some old film would summon back memories of this court. With a shrug she banished the thoughts and turned to examine the room, enjoying a hair-free view.

Then, with a lip-splitting grin and a shuffling plod the Haunt moves to where Ajax is standing with Katrina, remembering that she'd still never had a chance to hold a decent conversation with the large Gangrel.

"Good Eve-ning," she begins, still grinning. "How have you both been faring?"

[Nil]

"Good evening." Anasztaz replies to the introduction, nodding politely. He had seen him speak to Amelita in the previous Court, but he hadn't had the chance to meet him till now.

His own Beast hadn't shrieked of cowered in fright at his the first time he saw him, nor did it do it now. Interesting.

[Deltaomega]

Melissa frowned as she finished taking a short drink of the person marked Gin. She really didn't like the taste as much as she thought she might have. But at the very least the boozed up blood did help wash away how self conscious she felt before when she stepped into Court. Theme parties were not her thing after all and really lavish ones were something she never really saw or enjoyed in life. Being constantly out of her depth was starting to grate on her nerves. At least her Beast had remained quiet for most of the night, except with the appearance of a man she did not recall seeing being pulled away from his beeline towards the prince caused her the urge to see him beaten and bloodied before her. She had to admit, It was a nice change of pace from demands of run away deep within.

Starting to find herself less and less curious with her surroundings with each moment she stared at them, she found herself wondering through the theater. She looked around the crowds and little groups of Kindred for Cassandra or perhaps Victoria, but in the end had no luck. It was pretty early into the night though. As she moved on, a woman in a pinstripe suit caught her attention. She didn't know enough people and whatever her beast felt, it was just a weak echo of anger. Curious and not wanting to spend another moment on her own, she made her way over to Brenn.

"Good evening" Melissa said. She quickly realized that she was also in the presence of others so did her best to sound like she was including everyone else. Last thing she wanted was to be painted as a snob.