Trax X (Open)

Feb 5th, 2013 01:49 PM

Open Hungry Streets thread...

[RI]http://nwod.org:8080/wiki/images/f/f1/Trax.jpg[/RI]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.

The bartender's around the bar, putting up some new bottles of liquor. A big dog is sitting on top of the pool table like some sort of hairy Sphinx...

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

OOC

Feb 5th, 2013 01:53 PM

"Bloody hell! Get down from there!" Vorigan snapped at the dog in his thick British way. The pooch leapt quickly off the table at the Lord's command, moving under it with a little grumbling noise. The lanky Ventrue had a cigarette perched between his front teeth, and he was smoking away as he put up some of the latest order that the girls from the day hadn't bothered getting to and listened to the 11 o'clock news. What the hell do I pay them for, anyway?

It seemed Vorigan was not in a great mood this evening. Perhaps something had happened. Maybe someone pissed in his Cheerios. Or maybe someone had fucked up.

Who could say?

Feb 6th, 2013 04:17 AM

Juan strolled into Trax, smoke rising from the cigarette that dangled loosely from his mouth. He raised a hand to Vorigan in hello, before taking a seat on one of the barstools.
"Evening Vorigan." He drawled, raising his fingers to take another drag from his smoke.
"A Gin and Tonic please, when you've got a spare moment."

Feb 6th, 2013 04:45 AM

Mask of Tranquility Active

While Trax wasn't the sort of place Jackson would normally frequent, the Nosferatu found that it was an excellent place to network and catch up with familiar faces. He arrived fairly early this time around, hoping to socialize a bit before all hell broke loose, as it tended to do in the bar. He was rather cross at Vorigan for his antics the last time he was around, but the Nosferatu didn't really care enough to stay away. Such was the nature of Kindred society.

He walked up to the bartender, nodded and ordered a drink. "I'd like a Martini please, " He nodded a greeting at the gangrel next to him. Acknowledgement was all that was necessary. He'd actually introduce himself if the familiar, but unkown Kindred showed any interest in knowing.

**MichaelH** · Feb 6th, 2013 10:52 AM

While Isaac's expedition to Trax hadn't been entirely fruitful, it had at least confirmed that what he heard about the place was true. There were definitely other Kindred there. He had arrived too late in the evening to get much done last time, but tonight Isaac was determined to actually make some headway. He walked into the bar ready for anything, but was pleased to see that there wasn't nearly as large a throng here as last time. Then again, the night was young.

"Good evening," he said to those at the bar as he approached it. "Scotch, if you don't mind." He looked at the other two at the bar. "I don't recall if you two were here last time I was, I'm Isaac. Isaac Foster."

Feb 6th, 2013 03:55 PM

Gareth walked in, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He smiled and lifted one hand out of his pocket to throw a casual wave to the monsters currently assembled. "Evening all." He said casually.

I really need to do something with this bunch... He thought, getting another Kindred or two on board with the Havocs would strengthen the gang no-end. Then again, you could only do so much with a bunch of 'social butterflies' like this and none of them seemed to have the stomach to look him in the eyes. Except Vorigan and Roxie...

Feb 7th, 2013 07:28 PM

Hidden from view by her disciplines, Charlotte slipped into an allyway near Trax. Giving it a quick check for the drunks, homeless people, and other human detritus that often colonised such spaces and finding it empty, she let the vitae-sprung invisibility slip away. She seriously doubted that anyone had been following her, but given the sensitive nature of what she carried in her bag, the Mekhet didn't want to take the risk. And frankly, Charlotte didn't want to take the risk of losing it to a random mugging; she had precious little Vitae to burn, and enhancing one's strength only does so much when you struggle to lift more than 40 pounds anyway.

With one last look around to make sure she hadn't been tracked, Charlotte stepped out of the ally, crossed the road, and entered. As expected, a small group of Kindred had already begun to congregate around the bar. Her beast gave its customary hiss and snap as she approached, eyeing two of the newcomers carefully.

"Jackson, Gareth. Good evening." Charlotte said in her usual soft, polite tone, nodding to the two men. Reaching into her bag, she slipped out a neat, ringbound sheath of papers - a report of the little incident she, Jackson and Trask had dealt with the month prior - and placed it on the bartop.

"For you, Vorrigan." She said. "Larkin Trask, Jackon here, and myself recently prevented an attempt at breaching our privacy. There should be no further problems, but I felt it appropriate to compile a report of the events and the circumstances that led to them."

Feb 7th, 2013 08:47 PM

Vorigan quickly began mixing up the drinks, looking to each vampire in turn as he uncaringly dragged on his cigarette. Whether or not ashes fell in any of them was uncertain - if any did, he did not seem to give any fucks whatsoever. "Five dollars each," he said, considering all three weaker Kindred with a long gaze. His Beast was kicking within, and whatever was going on behind those eccentric eyes was not doing much to help.

Charlotte's entrance, on the other hand, brought the slight quirk of a smile to the Lord's lips. "Is that right?" he said contemplatively, taking the papers and tapping them on his hand for a moment and looked over at Jackson for a moment. "Well, at least two of you aren't complete fuckups," the Lord said. It might've seemed harsh, but the little half-smile softened it. The kids had done well. "I'll let the Regent know."

He strolled over to his dog beneath the table and muttered something quietly to it. Then he headed downstairs.

**MichaelH** · Feb 7th, 2013 09:59 PM

Isaac put down his money but didn't start drinking yet--at this point, he was mostly ordering to stay on the owner's good side. Throwing up a drink an hour from now wasn't too appealing, as much as Isaac liked to pretend that he could still be affected by the liquor. "Thanks," he said with a nod to Vorrigan.

He listened with interest to the woman who had walked in, taking a brief look at her as his Beast flared up. Keeping himself under control, he couldn't help but overhear what she said to the bartender. "Breach of privacy?" he said conversationally. "Sounds like nasty business." He stood and leaned over to shake her hand, smiling. "I'm Isaac."

Feb 8th, 2013 12:13 PM

Gareth's beast snapped and growled at the other kindred now that it had a chance to take full stock of them. He soothed it; You are predator; they are prey, let them flap and whine but predators do not kill needlessly. There is no need... Of course Vorigan and Roxie were still another matter entirely...

"Charlotte," Gareth smiled at the girl. It had been a while since he'd seen her. "Where did you get to?" A wry smiled crossed his face.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-02-07 20:44:28		Vorigan rolls 8 to To Do Something (10 Again)		3, 5, 3, 6, 10, 2, 10, 8, 1, 7		3 successes

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