Gangrel Clan Meeting

[Konstantin Malevich]

Konstantin arrives at the wooded area of the William Pond Recreational Area as scheduled. He's dressed in hiking boots, jeans, a black t-shirt and black leather motorcycle jacket. He has a flashlight with him, but does not have it on, so as to not draw attention, as the park is supposed to be closed. Having spent some time here, he knows it is exceptionally rare for any patrols by police or park employees to come down here this late - the only others he's ever encountered here have been a group of human pagans who occasionally hold worship services here after hours - but he doesn't want to take any chances.

Other than his flashlight, Konstantin has with him his combat knife, his spear and his most recent weapon acquisition, a hunting bow. He unwraps the bow from its waterproof case and attaches four broadhead arrows to the attached rack. The arrow shafts were wooden, not the fiberglass so commonly used for arrows today. The fiberglass ones were much sturdier, granted, but Konstantin was more concerned with praticality, and wooden shafts had a very practical function among his kind.

He is looking forward to getting to know the other Gangrel of the Domain, but his expression is completely neutral.

[Sean]

Sean rolls up to the recreation area's parking lot in a silver Honda Accord, the back window adorned with D.A.R.E. and Honor Student stickers. He'd found it in a Steak & Shake parking lot, whoever the proud parent was they'd forgotten to roll up the back window before getting out.

He gets out of the car and hoofs it to the meeting place. He's wearing camo print cargo pants, black combat boots, and a somewhat tattered Black Flag t-shirt.

When he sights the other two Kindred he puts on the big savage grin he's always wearing and moves over to them. He recognizes Aesop, and figures that the other one must be this Priscus that he'd heard about.

"What's up, guys?" hey says.

[Konstantin Malevich]

Konstantin eyes the lion, his Beast identifying it as Kindred. Its blood reads as strong as his own, and he isn't sure what to make of that... it could simply be Protean's way of making the blood appear more potent, but since this other vampire apparently had a mastery of Protean matching his own, perhaps his blood was also as powerful. He wondered about the state of the other's mind, though, as it continued to sniff and prowl about for a time before taking human form.

"Not much up," Konstantin says in response to Sean's greeting. "I recognize you from court...you are of the Crone, correct? I believe you were at court with a woman, also of our clan?"

Konstantin then looks to Aesop. "And you, I do not know. What is your name?"

[Sean]

Sean nods to Konstantin "Yeah, Lori. She'll be here." he says it like he's not exactly eager to see her, nervous even.

[Rosyn]

A car screeches to a halt on the street nearby, after some shouting a female figure is thrown out on the curb and the driver peels away before the woman could land the kick she aimed at the rusted bumper of the departing vehicle.

Lori Meyers flicks off the driver until the car is out of sight then hushes her Beast preparing to enter the meeting place.



Lori strolls through the trees, she's wearing a leather jacket that stopped just above her midriff with a shirt that had been cut so short it was hard to tell what band name had once adorned the front. Her tight black shorts have frayed edges that suggest they were once pants and her heavy brown boots are reminiscent of a certain other vampire's style of footwear. He's the first one she notices, her eyes narrow at Sean and her lips curl in a way that threatens to bare her fangs but the power of the other Beasts in the woods makes her bottle it up and save it for later. She approaches Konstantin who seems to be talking to that waste of flesh, "certainly you could do better for company?" She smiles politely at the other Kindred something she perfected purely for these little get-togethers vampires liked to throw.

[BloodiedClaws]

Alexander Fenix arrives, toting his large greataxe in his bag. He approaches with a casual smile. He neither recognises, nor knows anyone present, and so keeps to himself. He leans against a nearby tree, pulling a copy of the Testaments from a pocket, and reading it. The bag rests at his feet within easy reach, and a athame dagger sits at his waist, ready to slash his wrist to call forth the lashes of blood, should they become needed. He nods to those present, before looking at to the Book. His beasts growls and hisses at itself, a reflection of itself bouncing from the other beasts there. He smiled, coaxing it into calmness, and went back to reading the Testament.

[Majunior]

Peter Vedderman walks toward the meeting place. "I should be studying," he grumbles to himself. As he arrives, he stands for a moment in his jeans, combat boots, Daredevil T-Shirt, and black hoodie, as he soothes the primal impulses he's so recently finally become accustomed to.

Since joining the Order, his usual fashion, something more street than he's wearing now, has fallen by the wayside. There's something to be said for not standing out too much in a scholarly secret society. In his former life, he would have fallen in with the Carthians in a heartbeat. But, it's funny how death can change your outlook on life.

Shaking his head, he offers up a simple "Hey" to the gathered assembly of clan-mates before finding a nice comfortable tree to grab a seat in front of. Leaning back and making himself comfortable, he waits quietly.