Gathering Gangrel

[Dillon Connery]

It is early in the night at the California Automobile Museum. Late enough for vampires to have woken up, gotten their acts together, maybe have grabbed a bite, but not much more. Inside, the museum is full of classic steel beauties dating all the way back to the earliest Model T Fords. Outside, there is one 1968 El Camino in the parking lot, amidst the newer, more fuel-efficient models of today. It looks as though it has been misplaced from the museum's storage, as it is in the stage of mid-restoration. The rustless, and now dentless body is clad only in a coat of satin black primer, which matches the unadorned rims.

Vic's Ice Cream Parlor, located just out of the way from the museum's showrooms, is themed in the 'Fabulous Fifties', complete with a retro style jukebox. It has been rented privately for the evening, the kitchen equipment put up and unneeded. All but a few of the tables nearest the bar are holding chairs upside down on their surface, not being needed for the small gathering of Kindred taking place here tonight.

Dressed in well-used boots, faded jeans, and a gray t-shirt (on which there was a simple print of the moon), Gangrel Priscus Dillon Connery sits on the bar as he awaits the arrival of his family. A simple silver cross hangs around his neck and lays on his chest. Many vampires his age tend to pass the time in some subdued fashion, as if trying to emulate some wisdom that should come from the advantage of immortality. Dillon is playing the air drums and singing along to I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sister, which can be heard jamming quietly from the jukebox. A handsome man by majority standards, his rugged looks are softened by the animated expressions he makes, especially in this mini-performance.

It is an unintended deception.

The Beast within this man is a powerful, angry monster, with three distinct and frequently growling voices: canine, and forged in the fires of hell. It threatens every other, regardless of their blood status, and would walk proudly into a battle to the death with its heads held high. Dillon agrees with it on more things than most people realize.

As the members of his family begin to enter, the Priscus will reduce his antics to tapping the music's beat on the counter with his thumbs. He greets each with a nod and a charming smile, gesturing for them to be seated.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy pulled up into the parking lot on her bike, parking it close by the 1968 El Camino, which she takes a moment to appreciate before entering the icre cream parlor.

Sweet ride.

She was dressed in a pretty casual outfit consisting of pair of jeans, a pink t-shirt, a black leather jacket and a pair of combat boots. As she walked through the door she quickly spotted Dillon sitting by the bar area. Tracy approached him with a friendly smile.

"Hey boss! Heard you were calling a business meeting."

Her tone was playful and slightly teasing. Tracy looked around the room with a slightly amused look on her face.

"An interesting choice of venue to say the least."

[Penguin]

As Susan pulls her rusty Camaro into the parking lot she can't help but take a moment to admire the Camino. Pleased that someone among her 'family' appreciated a real car in this day. Eager to meet the rest of the local Savages she resumes walking into the museum.


Dressed in old jeans decorated with more then a few holes, her plain t-shirt was a dark green. Her simple black sneakers make little noise as she approaches the two already present Gangrels. Still being new to the city it was unsurprising that she didn't know the two that stood before her but still the magnitude of the beasts that stood before her nearly took the breath out of her.


Susan smiled a tight smile as she fought an inner battle to keep her beast from running and hiding. Once she managed to regain some degree of control she quickens her pace and approaches the Tracy and Dillon.

"Hey folks, looks like I'm in the right place." she says with a smile as she finds a seat as Dillon gestured. She looks over the other momentarily, if it wasn't for the girls beast revealing her dark secret Susan wouldn't believe the innocent girl was one of them. The man's charming appearance only made Susan a little more leery of him, she was guessing he was the one in charge but she couldn't be sure yet for now she simply smiled and offered a quick introduction keeping it simple knowing she'd have to repeat it once everyone got here.

"Well I'm Susan, good to meet you." she says to both Gangrels currently in the room

[Emma French]

Emma drove up to the flagged destination on her GPS. She saw some awesome cars in the parking lot, giving her hope for what she’d find inside. Looking at the jag she wondered if she was under dressed for this meeting. She should have worn something more appropriate. The simple black tank top, black skin-tight jeans and red spiked heeled ankle boots looked cute, so what the hay. She climbed out of her trusty Jeep Liberty; maybe she’d have time later to go out on a trail. Emma took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately she sensed a stronger beast, and she pushed down her beast before it could whimper. There were several others who equaled her own. “There is one we must dominate.” The beast said. Emma pushed the beast into silence. And walked up to the one who was stronger than hers, held out her hand in greeting and said, “Hi, I’m Emma French, and you are?”

[Swift]

Swift walks past the museum in the dark to the small ice cream parlor, amused at the choice of location. He passes the growing number of classic and modern vehicles in the lot, not noticing that they are not part of the surrounding display. He strides confidently up to the entrance and lets himself inside. He pauses inside, looking around at the gathered Kindred and his beast snarls. He takes a moment to make sure it's kept in its cage before smiling at the gathering. He tips his hat, touching the brim with the wolf's head grip on his cane and walks over to one of the tables where he deposits his satchel. He removes his black duster and drapes it over the chair he selected. Glancing around he recognizes a few of the Kindred from previous evenings, but most are new to him. His smile grows to a genuinely pleased grin. Well, this is certainly promising, he thinks to himself.

[Dillon Connery]

The Priscus grips the front of the bar a and pulls himself off to stand in front of it, and accept the handshake. The landing, even for such a short distance, is deft and light. Another contrast to the display of a broad shouldered and solidly built Dillon Connery. "A pleasure, Miss French. Please, have a seat. I'll ask for everyone's introductions again in a few minutes, so we don't all have to keep repeating ourselves if there are some stragglers."

Addressing the comment on the venue, Dillon grins a cheeky, lopsided smile, settling back to lean against the counter behind him. He props up with his hands and throws one foot over the other, offering a little srug. "I mainly wanted to check out this Museum. And I thought some of you might get a kick out of it, too. There's a conference room, but it's plain and boring. There's also a ballroom, but it's a bit much for the handful of us. This place is private enough that, with the assistance of my friend the jukebox," Which is now playing Long Cool Woman by the Hollies, "none of the kine will overhear our Clan Meeting."

Dillon inclines his head, like a sideways nod, as he adds as an afterthought. "Well, so long as none of us are dumb enough to go yelling words like 'Gangrel', 'Requiem', or 'Prince' at the top of our lungs." Because he'd hate to have to break a kinsman's arm and get banned from the museum. He wanted to come back and show Martha around, sometime. She'd get a kick out of all these powerful looking automobiles!

After a few minutes, the Priscus pulls a slightly scuffed up iPhone from is pocket and checks the time. There is a raise of his eyebrow and a contemplative frown. Replacing the phone, he holds his hands up and slightly open. "Okay: has anyone met any other new Gangrel in the city that isn't here?"

Dillon didn't really expect Roxy or Dog to make an appearance. While he's slightly miffed at that, he knows it's probably a blessing in disguise.

The Clan Meeting was posted very early on the 14th (in my part of the US). As it is well into the 16th, anyone not here is now late. But better late than never

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy's beast flared up as a kindred she had not met before arrived at the location. The beast urged her to seize the opportunity to dominate the unknown Savage, begging her to let it out to have a little fun. She took a moment to compose herself and then smiled at the redheaded kindred that had approached Dillon and her.

"Good to meet you Susan. I'm Tracy." Before she could say anything else she heard Laird's voice and a smile grew on her face as she turned to face him. "Hey there, glad to see you could make it." She laughed at his comment about her riding habits and gave him a playful wink. "Maybe we can go for another ride sometime."

Her beast flared up once again as Emma French approached Dillon. She kept quiet during the exchange, doing her best to keep the monster inside of her on a tight leash. Tracy turned her attention back to Dillon as the Priscus of the Savages addressed those who were gathered there. Once he was done speaking she shook her head.

"Asides from Laird and yourself, the rest are new to me. I don't know of any other new Gangrel in the city."

[Swift]

Swift takes a seat next to the chair holding his coat and satchel. His smile remains large and genuine as the energetic man calls everyone's attention. This must be the Priscus, then. Swift shakes his head, "I am new myself, and I do not know of any others either." Swift continues to watch everyone in the room, meeting anyone's stare unafraid. His beast roils inside at all of the new challengers, but he keeps a tight leash on the pacing creature.

[Emma French]

Emma moved to a place against the wall. She preferred to remain standing...just in case... She waited there watching the room... wanting to be out on a trail with mud flinging in all directions... lose wild free...