Pocket fulla...what?

Sep 24th, 2012 12:16 PM

The Pocket Club was in a strip mall somewhere near the middle of South Sacramento. It didn’t look like much on the outside. One small door buried within all the other tiny crappy little businesses around it. Inside, there was a hallway of sorts that lead to the back end of the mall where the main part of the bar had been. There was a doorman, who looked worse for wear with his stained Pocket Club polo and jeans with matching streaks of something. Don’t be fooled that this was fancy at all, he was just there to take your door cover charge for the local band that was playing that night.

Pocket Club

Please limit 3 to 4 people in this plot. Also state in an OOC note or within the context of your entry what may be on your character.
Cannot be involved in another plot.

**RockBane** · Oct 6th, 2012 09:37 PM

+ 3 Vitae = 7 for Scene

Owen approaches the doorman wearing a faded white t-shirt under an old faux leather jacket sporting patches from old tournaments he's been to while he was alive. The jean's left knee sports a hole while the only thing on his head is his sunglasses, no hat covers his head. "Yo." He says to the man.

Oct 9th, 2012 02:49 PM

2 hidden knives

Kuruk walks silently behind the man with the leather jacket. His concentration on suppressing the wims of his inner beast. He nods to both of them, after regaining full control. His clothes are dark and loose, favoring function over style.

Oct 9th, 2012 04:37 PM

The doorman stood up, his face flat and his eyes evaluating as the two men came toward the club. He looked bored, but it didn't matter what his emotions were like; he was a massive bulk of fat over muscle, the kind of deterrent a seedy joint like this needed on this side of town.

Didn't stop him from being pleasant enough, though. "Hey, fellas, how you doin' tonight? Cover'll be ten dollas." He looked at Kuruk and nodded once, then took a longer look at Owen. "Mind if I see a piece of ID, man?" the doorman asked the Nosferatu, just doin' his job. Guy looked younger than 30, had to ID 'em.

Beyond him through the open front door, the pair could see that the club was populated and the music actually wasn't terrible, either.

**RockBane** · Oct 9th, 2012 07:53 PM

Owen pulls out his wallet, pulling out the bills needed to cover the cover before pulling out his driver's. Handing both over, Owen glances sideways towards Kuruk, he knows the other from Trax. "Nothing wrong with a man making ends meat." He stays as he waits for the doorman to hand his ID back.

Oct 12th, 2012 02:46 AM

Kuruk nods and smiles at the bouncer, pulling a ten from his back pocket. He waits for everything to check out with Owen before handing it over. "I agree. Nothing wrong at all." Kuruk takes a second to step inside before continuing. "Say... Haven't we met before?"

**Jag** · Oct 12th, 2012 09:47 AM

+4 Vitae

Julia had been listening to the band for about half an hour now, having skipped any lines outside the place as usual. Being pretty had its perks, especially in a place like this. While she wasn't particularly impressed by the musical talents of the locals playing tonight or the establishment itself, the Succubus was at least glad she had managed to make out with some sucker to get her fix for the evening. She was used to partying in places like Supperclub and Greystone Manor back in Los Angeles, and being on the guest lists to all the hip parties in the West Hollywood area. However, she was no longer in LA. No, she was stuck in South Sacramento for now, since San Fran hadn't really worked out either...so poor little Julia was gonna have to suck it up and learn to deal.

She had been living off her savings for the past few weeks, which wasn't a hell lot of money, but it was good enough to get her by. After all, there were two advantages of having been a former exotic dancer; not having to worry about taxes and getting paid in cash. Lucky for her, she rarely had to spend her own money on stuff anyway. Again, one of the perks of having good looks, which she clearly didn't have much of a problem with exploiting. Yet, the Daeva wasn't particularly stingy. To the contrary, she usually tried to help out those who needed it. However, the Pocket Club wasn't necessarily in need of money...it was mostly just in needed of some remodeling...among other things.

May as well enjoy myself while I'm here.

Trying to push any negativity out of her mind, Julia began to dance to the music being played. She had satiated her Beast's urges for the night, so all there was left to do was try to enjoy the remainder of the evening. And since being a vampire made drinking less and less appealing each night, the Succubus just had one thought in mind...

Fuck booze, I just wanna dance!

3 suxx to dance, dance, dance!

**RockBane** · Oct 12th, 2012 08:56 PM

"We were at the same bar one night, Trax. I recall watching a game of pool." Owen says to Kuruk with an easy grin as he turns to look at Kuruk. With his piece said, he returns to looking at the doorman.

Oct 13th, 2012 11:53 AM

The doorman grins toothily and hands back Owen's ID. "Great, fellas, have a good time," he said pleasantly, sitting back down and placing the money in the register. There was a coat check girl taking coats, if the men were inclined...

As the men enter, they feel a Beast. Not surprising; she's drawing plenty of attention with her dancing and her luscious looks. Plenty of guys are staring at Julia. Some girls are too; jealous, perhaps, or even attracted? Who can say?

There's a bar at the back that's nice and busy with three bartenders working away to try to keep up with the pre-show orders. Along the sides of the club are booths and tables, some of which are more private than others. The band's roadies are just finishing getting the band's equipment all set up on the stage opposite the bar, and a distinctive whistling tune comes on in the meantime, filling the dance floor...

Oct 14th, 2012 01:39 PM

Kuruk nods at the doorman as they walk in. "Ah trax... Good times. Be careful challenging people to pool there." He says with a half smile. Upon entering the club, His eyes are instantly drawn to the center of the dance floor to the dancing daeva. "Oh... wow." he says, despite himself.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-06 21:29:34		Owen Cloud rolls 6 to Pre + Persuasion (1s Subtract)		2, 9, 8, 4, 8, 2		3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2012-10-09 14:45:05	Kuruk rolls 8 to Touch of shadows, knife 2 (10 Again)	4, 3, 10, 5, 7, 8, 5, 5, 10, 9	4 successes
2012-10-09 14:44:49	Kuruk rolls 8 to Touch of shadows, knife 1 (10 Again)	1, 9, 4, 2, 1, 9, 3, 1	2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-12 09:08:02		Julia Hastings rolls 6 to Presence+Persuasion to grab a quick snack (10 Again)		8, 7, 5, 10, 2, 8, 9		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-10-12 09:38:11		Julia Hastings rolls 7 to Dex+Expression+Spec to dance to the groove (10 Again)		1, 8, 1, 7, 1, 8, 10, 5		3 successes

Pocket fulla...what?

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