Trax (Open)

Aug 10th, 2011 04:22 PM

Ever been to one of those seedy hole-in-the-wall bars around town. If not, you may be in luck. Don’t expect anything fancy here. Don’t expect to be treated like royalty. It is what it is and what it is may be necessity while you’re in South Sacramento. Trax is owned by Vorigan a rather eccentric British guy. He’s pretty familiar with this side of town. You might learn a thing or two if you can get past his eyes. There may be a pool table, juke box, dart board and a really big vase in the back corner of the bar. Need a drink, or perhaps something... stronger, this is the place to stop.

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Aug 10th, 2011 05:17 PM

Kal Ryan took the bus over to the area near the bar and walked in.

Not bothering to pump extra blood though his system, he appeared a little pale and dead like...Kal didn't like to waste blood unless he had to. It was just too much effort getting it in the first place.

Like the mortals, he had come here to find a little escape, a little chemical induced bliss from a hard life, or in his case, a terrible curse.

[Starting bloodpoints=8]

Aug 10th, 2011 06:23 PM

There were mostly mortals in the bar when another beast walked through the door. A wolf-looking dog pulled it's head up from under the table it was laying. It took off charging toward the door and stopping at the edge of the bar 10 feet from the door. It was snarling, it's head was low and a touch of foamy drool was on it's lips. She was eying Kal.

Just as she was about to charge a voice said loudly. "Hecate."

There was a long pause as if debating whether or not to call her off. "Ehla-tho!"

To which she instantly retreated and walked over to the thin man at the opposite end of the bar. Hecate watched Kal still on alert. There was a program turned on a rather crappy looking large CRT television. The man who had yelled the command did not turn to look at Kal as he was reading a newspaper.

**RockBane** · Aug 10th, 2011 06:55 PM

Without pausing at the door of the bar, Garth walks into the Trax. The young Gangrel didn't use much Vitae to add 'life' to his look, mostly enough to add color to his skin. Garth's noses widens at the scent that hangs in the air.

He stands by the bar, waiting to put in his drink order. Garth doesn't glance about, guessing that there's more then number of mortals here then Kindred.

Aug 11th, 2011 12:20 AM

Achilles arrives outside Trax. What a shithole. Without bothering to look alive Achilles walks in to Trax, and heads straight for the bar. Taking his seat he glances around to size up the other patrons.

Aug 11th, 2011 12:36 AM

Vorigan takes the duct taped remote and shuts off the TV. Tossing the paper aside he walks to the center of the bar. Looking up and down at each of the three youngins, making no effort to conceal sizing them up. The tall thin Ventrue picked up a long silver cigarette holder and glanced at one of the mortals sitting at one of the tables. The woman quickly walked over, pulled out a lighter and lit the cig in the holder and gave it to Vorigan.

Taking a long drag and then blowing in the direction of Achilles, in a dry but thick British accent he spoke. "Can I get you something?" His eyebrow cocked as if still giving a once over. He looked over to the other two Vampires in the bar. "How about you?" Leaning onto the bar and staring at them all with eyes that were cold and mismatched.

Aug 11th, 2011 01:13 AM

As he enters the bar, Twitch scratches at the gauze and medical tape that cover his head. Only his right eye and mouth are exposed. It s an experiment. He know that he look like freak but it hardly mattered. He always did.

Immediately on entering Twitch's Beast is torn between blood lust and fear. Two of the men in the bar were to shredded, but the stranger with the newspaper evoked fear. Twitch didn't like to feel afraid. Still he had no wear better to be. He crosses the room looking at the floor. His shoulders are hunched. Sitting in the middle of the bar, Twitch pulls a small box of toothpicks out of his jacket pocket and begins to gnaw on one.

Now is the time to wait. A meal ticket will present itself soon enough.

Aug 11th, 2011 04:22 AM

Brad walked in, mostly sideways, although he relaxed fractionally when he didn't spot Rich. Thank God. It was awkward enough at the moment without instantly turning into an obediant, punch-drunk puppy every time Rich snapped his fingers. He knew on some level that it was fucked up and wrong, but he couldn't really do anything about it. Outside of Rich's presence, his thoughts seemed sort of clear, but he'd always end up being drawn back. And then he was fucked.

Usually literally as well as figuratively.

He inched over to a table and sat down, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other patrons. Right now, the last thing he wanted was a fight. That would've been bad.

Plus, there was no one to really help in a place like this.

Aug 11th, 2011 12:34 PM

Cur walks in, little more than a skulk and a sickly sweet grin of some playa' that just found someone wearing the wrong color bandana on the wrong side of town. He seems all too interested in Bradley who just walked in, and while Bradley's trying to avoid eye contact, Cur is trying to stare him down.

Try as he might to walk without breaking eye contact like some badass in a Clint Eastwood movie, he stumbles a bit on a chair leg from not paying attention and turns it into a smooth kick/nudge out of his way.

It all goes looking acceptable, except for when he finally is across that table standing up staring at Bradley, and a soft yelp comes out from the beast Achilles provides as he takes a quick look at his surroundings. It's that kind of yelp that you'd make if you were laying down on the ground getting maced by some crazy woman on the street. Regardless, he attempts to spin it into a low growl as he just goes on to accuse

"argghhh Youghhh!" pointing straight at Bradley with a sneer.

**RockBane** · Aug 11th, 2011 12:42 PM

Garth's hackles raise up at the presence of the new vampires. His throat seems to tighten for a minute before he recovers. "Rum and coke." He states in a harsh tone, his fingers flexing and often forming a fist every few seconds.

Garth notices that not everyone applied the Brush of Life on themselves this evening as he glances at the other vampires. He wouldn't have bothered except he hopes to hook up with a girl tonight and wanted to look less sickly. "Name's Garth." He states rather flatly as way of introduction.

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