Trax VI

Jul 5th, 2012 03:24 PM

Open Hungry Streets Thread

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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.

This is a sticky, if your character is in another thread, they are allowed to be here too.

OOC

Jul 5th, 2012 03:25 PM

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Vorigan had been perched on the corner of the bar, his feet resting on the seat of a barstool. He was watching the evening news and occasionally snickering for some reason or another. The tall and thin Ventrue had one dog at his feet which appeared to be gazing at the door.

The eccentric Lord was his typical self, smoking an unfiltered cigarette as per usual. He also appeared to be inappropriately dressed for the season with the leather jacket but seemed to have compensated for it being shirtless. The bar was kept up despite the appearance of the place, which was just a dive bar.

Jul 6th, 2012 12:41 AM

The bus dropped Rudy off in front of that same dive bar again. He wore his usual attire, all black. He didn't bother with the blush again and was waxy-skinned as a nicely embalmed corpse. With his Obfuscated vampiric nature it was a nice way of warning the other predators without actually setting Weird Harold loose.

Rudy's Auspex'ed nose twitched, already able to smell tobacco burning inside. Though it may just be accumulated soot from several years throwing his olfactory sense off.

There were a few cars in the lot, but a place like this, they could just be derelicts left over from someone who never made it back outside.

Rudy opened the door and Weird Harold instantly whined and tried running the other way. Rudy was ready and quickly brought him to heel.

There was that creepy-eyed bartender Vorigan and only one of the dogs tonight. And no one else.

Taking a seat at the otherwise empty bar, "Any good news?"

With no paying customer Rudy doubted there was ever good news here.

**Jokor** · Jul 6th, 2012 04:09 PM

Dennis had heard that some dumpsterdive called the Trax was one of the best sources of information for a vampire who lived in the barrens. Though that wasn't really saying much.
Before he entered he threw back the hood of his sweater, hoping that the fact he hadn't used blush of life wouldn't set of the kine who where frequenting the bar.

When he stepped inside his beast threw a fit. trying to force him to get the hell out of here. Taking a notice that the vampire behind the bar was obviously stronger then him he calmed himself and sat down next to the man who looked just as much as an embalmed corpse as he did at the moment. He would have bet a pint of blood that the man was a kindred.

"So, whats good to drink in this bar?" Dennis offered as an obvious conversation starter.

Jul 6th, 2012 09:26 PM

Larkin Trask made his way into the bar, a cigarette hanging from his mouth as he did. The Shadow gave off no Beast, and looked calm and relaxed as he came. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt, along with a belt and boots... and of course, his well-kept black leather eyepatch.

"Vorigan," he said by way of greeting.

His eye flicking over the other two newcomers, his Beast screaming for blood even as it cringed away from Vorigan, Larkin proceeded toward the pool table and began to practice some pool shots.

the usual obfuscate rolls

Jul 7th, 2012 01:55 AM

Robby was snooping around an alley not far from Trax, looking around for anything he could pawn. He opened a dumpster and rustled through trash. He didn't find shit.

Robby was just looking the part, afraid other people could tell he wanted to enter Trax. He had seen the place about a dozen times while snooping around the area, but had never grown the courage to step inside.

He'd seen a few others he suspected were like him come and go, a few other more normal motherfuckers too.

Robby rustled his hand through his hair, mussing it up. Just step in, take a look around, see what's up. Jesus it's not that hard, Robby. Just do it. What're they gonna do, ask you to leave? Then you leave. You say: My bad, then get the hell out of there. But shit… what if they can fuckin' spook you? What if they can freak your shit out, Robby? Then you freak back, you got it? You freak right the fuck back. You have yourself an old-fashioned freak out. That's what you do. You show them what's up. Don't be scared. Don't ever be scared again...

He could feel it already, like a trout snagged by a fishing line, something was drawing him in. He wanted to head in and wreck the place up… Save for one of them. Someone in there felt like a shark. It was always that shark that kept him from coming in.

Just step in, got it? You can do it you big fuckin' pussy. Let's do this. C'mon…

Robby Klein walked to the entrance, and took a step in. Robby was tall - very tall, and not lanky either. He was well naturally well-muscled, and looked like he could get hit by a truck and get up. He wore a grungy old hole-ridden leather duster, with a yellow-stained white under shirt, and blue jeans that were far from new. A knife hung from one of his belt loops.

But his face; his face was not right… It was wrapped in gauze. Of everything about him, the gauze was the only thing that was new. From around his eyes between his eye-balls and the gauze, one could just make out the warped and tightened skin reminiscent of a fresh burn. The gauze wrapped down his long strong neck, and stopped at his collar bone, with the loose strand tucked in his white shirt. When Robby stepped in, the smell of gasoline came with him. He smelled like he worked with cars, and had just gotten off work.

Brown eyes flicked around the room, darting from tables to chairs to the counter, to the dog near the faggy looking guy behind the counter. That guy was scaring the shit out of Robby, and he didn't know why. He just felt like he could eat him alive.

The hell is this I'm feelin'? Oh god, there it goes. Okay, get that shit under control. Christ, okay. Good. Yeah. Okay, look him in the eye - there you go. You got it Robby. The fuck's with his eyes?

Robby slowly walked, swinging his arms casually as he walked over to the bar. It was an obvious show, and Robby was terrible at hiding his anxiety. He slid onto the stool closest to the door. It was obvious he didn't really know what this place was about, or what he was getting himself into.

"So… yeah. I'm pretty much dyin' for a smoke right now. Anyone in a sharin' mood?" Robby's voice was broken glass. Damage from whatever burned him. He'd never sound pleasant again.

Jul 7th, 2012 06:57 PM

The tall thin Lord sat watching the TV. “Is there ever any good news anymore?” His hand made a gesture at the screen as he spoke to Rudy without turning around. “Although sometimes there’s good news for somebody…” He let his voice trail with a slightly sinister laugh beneath it.

Vorigan didn’t move from his perch at the end of the bar. He still sat there smoking when the first guy came in. “Well, there’s nothing really good, but we have things that are drinkable… although the good stuff didn’t wander in yet.” The Lord may not have felt the man’s beast, but he certainly felt something else. This Ventrue was never ashamed of a damn thing in his unlife which made him wonder why the feeling passed.

Then his eyes rolled at the TV when Trask McPirate spoke. His hand flicked in the air as his only greeting to Trask.

Needy fuckers. Vorigan took a pack of smokes from his pocket and flicked it behind him so it landed on the counter top. “Help yourself.” There was a pause while the smell of gasoline permated his nostrils. “Just don’t burn anything other than the cig.”

One by one his beast jumped at those it sensed. He licked his incisors, which were there naturally as the press of them filled the room. Of course since he was still tuned into the squawk box, it was hard to tell what went on behind pursed lips.

**Jokor** · Jul 8th, 2012 10:07 AM

The starving nosferatu let out a sigh at that response. Figures there wasn't anything filling to drink yet, still at least he knew that every single person in this bar was a kindred. When the bartender, who heard adressed as vorigan threw a packet of sigarets over his shoulder that landed right on the bar. Dennis really didn't want anybody smalling as if he had taken a bath in gasoline lighting up a sigarette right next to him.

"Hey big guy, catch." he he threw the pack towards the tall vampire who sat way in the back in a neat easy to catch arch. Before turning back towards vorigan

"How about general news then?" Dennis added his own two cents.

Jul 8th, 2012 01:33 PM

Robby's hand shook as he reached towards the cigarettes generously offered by Vorrigan and Dennis. The past few nights had been rough, and he was hungry again, as usual.

"Thanks, guys." He slid a cigarette out, and lit it, pushing it into a fold of gauze. He forced himself to inhale, and his eyes rolled slightly into the back of his head. "Jesus… that's good." Robby layer his arms on the counter, and rested his head on his forearm like a school kid napping on a desk. As he continued to puff away, his nerves died down, and his hand relaxed. Sometimes the stress got to him, and his shit got all fucked up.

"Stop giving me those looks. I'm not gonna light up. It's just a smell, okay?" Robby said half-disarmingly and half-insulted. He turned to look at Vorrigan, "Hey, you. Bartender. My name's Robby. I'm a big guy, and don't scare easily, but you are freaking me the fuck out right now. Why are you so fucking scary, man?"

Robby still wasn't sure what was going on. He was only getting that weird feeling from a few of them in here. So the other guys are just normal guys, then? Look a little pale… or is that the light? Probably the light...

Jul 8th, 2012 07:38 PM

Trask smoothly finished another decent pool shot, and then he heard the new guy backtalking Vorigan. He stopped and smoothly straightened from his place over the pool table, single eye calmly peering at the newcomer as he moved around the table to take another shot.

Concerned what the new guy was sayin', he focused the Blood and saw Robby's Aura. He wanted to know if the new Beast, which was driving him toward violence just by his mere presence, was here to start shit with the bartender.

It was very possible the guy was just rude; many people were. But Trask was always careful.

1 sux after deducting your defence stats

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-07-06 21:23:10		Trask rolls 6 to Touch of Shadows Sword -2 (10 Again)		9, 4, 5, 7, 2, 4		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-07-06 21:23:21		Trask rolls 7 to Touch of Shadows Gun -1 (10 Again)		9, 2, 10, 8, 3, 8, 6, 4		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-07-08 13:51:45		Larkin Trask rolls 6 to Aura Perception (-1 shades) (10 Again)		2, 8, 10, 2, 1, 5, 2		2 successes

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