The Secret Life of... (Bobby Lau)

[Wolven Pryde]

A fairly good-looking fellow with bright hazel eyes sits in his '68 El Camino in a large parking lot near a Burger King, close to a residential area in the Regency of Florin. Not that 'residential area in Florin' is being very specific, mind you, but the Kindred who had been contacted for this little outing knew where they were meeting the Gangrel Deputy. Dillon's text message had seen to that.

So there he sits, with the windows up, so it might appear he had the heat on. Because it's frigid in Northern Cali, tonight. And if the undead milled around outside too long, well of course they wouldn't freeze... but unless they blushed, and concentrated on a steady show of breathing, it might start looking suspicious when they didn't mist as they spoke.

Needless to say, what kine are moving around are doing so inside the restaurant a few hundred feet away, or the retail outlets on the other side of the lot. As long as voices were kept at a reasonable volume, a few sensitive terms could be used without threatening the Masquerade. As the summoned arrive, they can hear Boston's More Than A Feeling thrumming inside the vehicle. Dillon is singing along animatedly, but is nevertheless watching for familiar faces. Preferring to see them before he felt a Beast. If he felt a Beast.

[David Silver]

David arrives languidly. When the deputy calls, you come, but it was still grating, especially from a sanctified.
David's beast reacts as usual, predictably trying to throw itself out of David's body in fear. Run! Flee! Escape!
David ignored the beast.
"Evening." He says.

[Allison Black]

Allison was young enough into her requiem that her beast usually had the flight mechanism triggered. She felt it well up as she approached, but was able to keep it under control. Her style of dress was almost completely different from what she wore at Ember, to the point where she looked almost like a different person.

She saw David, and thought she may have seen him before at Ember, but was not fully sure. As she approached, she was not quiet, as not to surprise anyone. She smirked seeing Dillion.

"Hello hello..."

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon had stepped out of his car when the first Mekhet arrived, greeting he and the lovely Daeva with a "Good evening Mister Silver, Miss Black." He grinned at the colorful names. He leaves the car running and the radio going, which are muted to a reasonable volume when he shuts the door back. It would aid to muffle their voices to anyone outside the vicinity of the group. He takes care to double check that he doesn't lock the door behind him, because he doesn't want everyone in the domain to see how easy it is to get into a classic Chevy with a wire coat hanger.

His own black trench and scarf are apparent, as he notes the semi-mirrored attire of the newcomer. Though he senses no beast from the fellow, Dillon thought that his face looked familiar from Court. That, and they all looked dead.

"Damned cold. We all look like frozen stiffs." It was a awful joke, but the Deputy couldn't resist. "I'm Dillon Connery," he says, before gesturing politely to the others and hoping that he was going to get the Acolyte's first name right. "This is Mister David Silver and Miss Allison Black."

A quick glance to the phone in his pocket checks the time. No one was really late, yet, but he still wondered where the rest of them were.

[David Silver]

David nods at the others. The cold didn't bother him, and his dress reflected that. He was from New York, he vaguely remembered what cold felt like. This...isn't all that cold.
But yet anoter benefit to being a vampire. Cursed existence? some drawbacks, but there is no curse.

[Allison Black]

Allison gave a playful smirk as she looked around. Even though cold did not bother as it once did, the Floridian in here still preferred the heat. She was not Blushing, but she still had many of the mannerisms of life from the trick that her sire taught her. From slow exhales of humid breath, to crossing her arms and giving a slight shiver, she was well practiced at blending in.

"Glad to help, though you do not need to be formal with me. Allison will be fine."

Allison was glad to have the chance to be able to help out. She was trying her best to stay as busy and active as possible and to make as many connections as possible. She smiled at Mr. Silver and the other newcomer, studying their faces for a moment before her eyes returned to linger on Dillon.

[David Silver]

"David Silver, Hierophant of the Woven Circle, Mekhet." David keeps his voice down around the otherenthusiastic Eliot. "Just call me David, cousin, Allison."

He returns Allison's smile, even as he fights for control of his beast, which is doing the odd thing of wanting to attack the poor girl. His beast fights and claws as David, so used to pushing it back, is now pulling it back. It stretches a different mental muscle, one that he hasn't used in a while.