Trax III

[Roxie Hart]

“Roxie.” The Gangrel said flatly as her foot flicked on her crossed leg. Roxie didn’t give two shits who they were. But she looked them over one by one mentally judging as each gave their name. Kate; quiet. Garth; quiet. Trask; pirate. Brad; nervous. Val; freaked. Jack; issues.

She took a drag of her smoke and spoke while it blew out of her mouth. “Yup, yup. Fine, fine. I’m the Regent down here. Just don’t do anything stupid or you’ll have hell to pay.” Was it a warning? Was it a threat? Either way there was a clear message.

“Someone hit you on the head too many times, Jitters.” She glanced at Jack’s pen. “Better hope someone doesn’t break that.” The Dog who had followed her in had a beast even stronger than hers. Her eyes looked at Brad for a second as she drew another puff mumbling under her breath. “For shits sake does everyone stutter.”

She flew off the stool making a scoff and swung the door open. “Vorigan!” She hollered. “I don’t have all fucking night.” She walked back to the stool and put out her smoke. “Whatever you were doing, don’t let me stop you. I’m not staying to party.” Glancing at the door then back to the crowd.

[SrsBsns]

*click...*

Jack smiles madly as he uses his other hand to grab his clicking hand and remove the pen from it's cold dead grasp. The hand twitches in anger for a little bit before calming down. And then from nowhere he mumbles to himself. "Well there was that one time my parents dropped me but everyone got quiet when it was mentioned." He doesn't seem to notice that he's talking.

[Majunior]

James stood outside, across the street from the bar. He could feel people like him inside... And yet, he wasn't sure he wanted to go in. His experiences with the dead... Kindred, as he learned they called themselves... hadn't all been the best. Kindred didn't tend to be friendly. He still had plenty of reason to hide.

A few people walked along the sidewalk, subtly shifting around him, their minds clouded by his ability to hide himself as he debated dropping his cloak -- his security blanket -- and going inside.

Was it a risk he was willing to take...

[RockBane]

Garth glances over to Jack but shakes his head as he moves to put the pool table between himself and the Regent. He finishes racking the balls, doing his best to mind his own business as he hangs the plastic triangle on the hook before moving to pick a pool que. He feels his hair rise up at the back of his neck, very much aware that it would only take one word before he becomes ashes in a bag in a closet. If he were still alive, his blood would be pounding in his ears, making it difficult to think while his Beast scuffs at the worry he is going through.

[Roxie Hart]

Roxie feigned rolling her eyes. Suck up.

Roxie sighed, unnecessarily as there was no point in breathing around the other kindred. "Well, before I go sending you on anything of fucking importance. What exactly are you capable of, Lark?" She glanced around the rest of the bar, as the question wasn't directed at just him. Her foot was still shaking, adding to her impatient demeanor. She lit another cig and blew a smoke ring.

I'm sure I'm going to get some long bragging list of how special of a snowflake they are. Christ.