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    Vampire ST's Avatar


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    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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    Selena

    Its been several weeks since the last incident at Trax


    Vorigan had sat and the end of the bar furthest from the door. The TV was on, some channel that kept turning on and off thanks to digital signals and crappy rabbit ears. He had bolted the pool table to the floor after the last incident there. But then again, he did get new doors with better locks. There was another book in front of him, laid out as it was larger than an average paper back. The smell of cigarettes permeated the air as he took a drag and let it out slowly. Hecate laid on the floor, not far from the Lord and watching the door.

    The tall thin Ventrue may have seemed a little out of place for the dingy bar. But what did he care, it was his fucking bar. His posture and poise while he sat reading may have come off feeling a bit sexy that night…

    Anyone coming in would see a blonde woman and dark haired man just leaving, a little dazed but with a sensual smile on their faces.

    Vorigan

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    Kazakin

    Brad grimaced as he saw the dazed smiles on the faces of the leaving kine. He wondered if he'd looked like that, back when he'd been human. Probably. Only shorter and scruffier, probably. Something about how stupid it looked made him want to toss them both into a wall. He wondered if that was the Beast talking.

    Maybe. He'd heard some people talk about it having a 'voice'. He'd never noticed that before. His was a weak, fragile thing that mostly yelped and whimpered that it wanted to run away. When it did hiss at something, it tended to give the impression of an irate puppy that had somehow learnt to hamstring people.

    Maybe he was just sick of the bullshit. Sick of feeling like scum all the time.

    "Hi Vorigan," he said, in a subdued, awkward tone, as he walked into the bar.

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    Selena

    Well now, maybe the suit was a good idea. Not that Vorigan was out to impress anyone, save for maybe one… and not Brad. He took a drag of his smoke and turned to the door as Brad walked in. The Lord’s beast lashed out inside wanting to rip his head off for a moment until he saw the awkward Daeva.

    “Hello Brad.” His eyebrow raised and a predatory smile moved over his face. “So, how’ve you been?” A tick of sarcasm resonated. “Did you have a happy Christmas and New year and all that other bollocks?” His hand did a flittering gesture as he rolled his eyes.

    And, if you didn’t. I can certainly start your New Year out with a good…bang.

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    Kazakin

    "Sure, uh, brilliant. No one sent me any retarded cards this year," Brad replied, feeling the immediate tingle of discomfort as Vorigan smiled. He forced a smile right back, trying not to stare at the weird alternating colouration of the Lord's eyes. Of course, no one had sent him any cards at all. Rich had decided that vampires didn't celebrate Christmas, so it had been ignored. Brad had felt pretty miserable throughout the whole thing, so he'd snuck out and given all the cash he had to a frozen looking bum, and then given him his coat as well.

    Oh shit, I didn't want to be alone in here. Not after my uh, fuck-up last time.

    And... uh... y'know, part of me would. Just to see if it's different. 'Cause it's what Rich would want.

    This is so fucking messed up, I don't even know.

    "How about you? Uh, bar busy?"

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    Selena

    “Holidays lose their luster over time. The pomp and circumstance of it all is over done.” The Lord closed his book and swiveled on the bar stool turning to Brad. “That is, unless you find some way of entertaining yourself.” He took another drag of his cigarette and released the smoke with a half chuckle. “I must say that things can get pretty wild after letting wassail soaked blood trickles down your throat.” He looked to the Daeva and winked his green eye.

    Vorigan’s head nodded to the door, knowing Brad saw the two mortals leave. “Well, busy enough for a bite… or two, on occasion.” He took another drag of his smoke, and smiled like a Cheshire cat while the smoke released out of the corners of his mouth. “Among other things.” His eyes didn’t move while they assessed Brad’s physique.

    Is there such a thing as over indulging yourself in one night?

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    *click-click, click-click*

    Jack stood outside the bar, watching. He'd stood outside the bar every night for a week. He knew there were others inside, he knew it, he'd felt it. Felt it like this thing inside him, this thing that made him think of brine and too many eyes and teeth.

    *click-click, click-click*

    No. No more waiting and watching. Life already had passed him by and left him in the dust and that was years before he was eaten.

    *click-click, click-click*

    *click-click, click-click*

    *click-click, click-click*

    And just like that he's across the street and opening the door. And just like that he walks in, just far enough to let the door close behind him. When it latches shut there this instinctive flinch, like he's afraid he's locked himself in with the two. They make him feel simultaneously weak and hungry and not right, like someone's drowned butterflies in his stomach at midnight. He hates that feeling, sometimes he feels like he can taste the salt...

    *click-click, click-click*

    He stands there awkwardly, a short man who can't be very far from thirty. He's wearing well used clothes that were black once upon a time but have worn down to a dark greyish. He's got a cheap pen in his right hand that he slowly rotates between his first two fingers that he absently click-clicks at random. He looks at the two vampires and a small rivulet of blood trickles down from one nostril to his mouth.

    *click-click, click-click*

    "Hi."

    *click-click, click-click*

    He wipes the smear of blood from his face and sucks it from his hand.

    If he knew how to talk to people, maybe he'd be alive now.
    Every time Japan comes out with a new fad, I wake up in a cold sweat halfway around the world and just know something wicked this way comes.

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    MrBrightside

    As Val enters Trax he tosses a cirgarette outside before the door closes. There is the initial tension of the other Beasts in the room and one that is new, a stranger and for a moment his entire body tenses. Then the muscles relax, the Beast recedes and he takes a step towards the bar. Shooting a glance at Jack he notes the blood a moment before it is wiped away. "You alright?" It isn't a friendly tone, not quite. More suspicious than anything. Pulling up a seat at the bar, he sets his backpack at the foot of his barstool.

    "Vorigan, Brad. Nice to see everyone is still in one piece."

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    Selena

    Well there went my bloody hat trick tonight.

    Vorigan got off the bar stool reluctantly, but he knew he ran a business… for someone else. *Click-click, click-click.* What the bloody hell is that? When the new guy walked in, he became edgy and irritated. *Click-click.* He shook a little inside. *Click-click, click-click.* Fuck that’s annoying. His eyes narrowed looking for the source of the clicking with the new guy. *Click-click* He saw the pen, and instantly wanted to stab it into the guys eyes as Vorigan's predator growled even more pissed at the new weak beast.

    “Hi.” He said in a near mocking reply. “So… can I help you?” His head searched a little with a motion of his head from behind the bar Jack . He pulled up a box of tissue and plopped it on the bar wordlessly, despite the fact that the guy licked it up. Vorigan wasn’t sure whether to be repulsed or amused. Of course, the Lord had seen him outside across the street. After the last bout of weirdoes and dogs, he couldn’t be too careful.

    “Hello, Val.” He turned to the shadow with a raised eyebrow and a nod. He opened his arms up and gestured to the few around. “Does actually anyone need anything?” With a droll tone.

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    Irina

    After what had occured the last time she had been around Trax, Kate wasn't entirely sure what had possessed her to return. Possibly it was something to do with a desire for company, even if it potentially meant hanging around jerks, idiots or a bit of both.

    After getting over the immediate sense of relief that this time some strange shit was not going down, the Mekhet sought out any face that was even a little bit familair. It wasn't a difficult task, considering her familiarity of other Kindred in this place numbered... one.

    Kate nudged the door and let it swing shut behind her, before moving over to the bar itself and sliding onto one of the stools next to Brad.

    "Hey," she commented. It was a general greeting to all the Kindred currently there, since they all appeared to be in pretty close proximity.

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