Drive In Theater

[Alessandra]

The night had finally arrived for the attack on the bunker. Well, technically the second attack, if the first one could be considered an attack.

She dressed for movement, nothing too tight, and everything in black. Her boots were steel-toed and she had a tactical bag attached to her hip with spare clips of ammo. Always paid to be prepared. Her guns had been cleaned and were both full and tucked away in her holster. Her long hair had been tied back in a ponytail, and her leather coat covered a black tank top. Spare clothes has been tossed in a messenger bag in the back of her jeep.

Pulling into the area, her headlights illuminated another vehicle already there.

Ale has two .357 Desert Eagle Magnum, steel-toed boots, brass knuckles and a bowie knife

[West]

New thread created for Car Crew. Characters in different physical locations shouldn't share the same thread

[Garrick Marlon]

Solemn steps bring Garrick the spot. Tonight is either going to be a good night or suck. Massively suck. Time to get shit started. Too bad the phone had to be left at home, some good old metal might make this more fun. But hey Google knows shit.

Garrick's backpack moves on its own as inertia pushes it into his body as he stills. Another monster, another mouth to feed on food. The span of two empty heartbeats pass before Garrick puts his own monster back in its place. Then he shifts from a walking stance into one ready to move. Shit's fucked already? The fuck.

How come all the hot ones are dead.

The only Nosferatu of Sacramento calls out to the women Brittany "Evening, you lost?" Sunglasses hide his eyes but a hand grips tightly to the backpack, if only the gun wasn't in the bag.

Equipment: Gym shoes, M19 pistol (loaded+1 clip), Knife, holster and sheath, Backpack.

[Garrick Marlon]

Garrick stills as the monster wants to run, how the hell did I miss the Priscus? No, focus, job to do. Pay your dues. A shudder runs down Garrick as the monster is pushed back down, that asshole. Pulling off his sunglasses Garrick puts them into the top sleeve of his backpack before pulling out his gear. He speaks while getting things ready. "Sorry about that Brittany, I was worried we got made." A clip slides into the pistol and the slide is pulled back to rack a round.

"O right." Garrick looks up from his gear. "I'm Garrick" M19, safety on, is put back into its holster which along with the knife and its sheath come to rest on Garrick's belt. "Hey" Garrick throws a wave towards Ale as well. Giving the pistol and knife a quick tug to make sure they're secure Garrick walks over to Priscus Cordoba. "Thank you Mr. Cordoba." Hesitation. "We skipping Titles for this?" The problem with pretending to be civilized is when you forget to pretend. Garrick fiddles with the headset before putting it on.

"Yep" A thumbs up to Brittany.

[Konrad Roth]

Equipment: Smoke Grenade, Combat Knife x2, Generic Holdout, FMJ .25 ACP Ammunition (24), Camouflage, Flak Jacket, Full-size Van, Prybar, Shovel, Multi-tool, Lockpicks, Blow Torch(acetylene)

  Feeding, 3suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-12-07 14:45:14		Konrad Roth rolls 4 to feeding roll (Dec.) [STR+Sub] (10 Again)		8, 7, 4, 10, 9		3 successes

Konrad's van idles into view of the other vehicles. Despite the results of his hunting after rising, Konrad feels a pit forming in his stomach. It's a wonder he can still feel this way after the Change, as if his nerves were still those of a Kine. It feels like when war was brewing some fifty years ago and now he's being dragged into yet another conflict.

The Gangrel Priscus comes prepared. Smoke grenade, dual knives, his loaded Beretta with two extra clips, and a flak jacket atop camouflage clothing. In the back of his van is some extra equipment he's brought along including a new acetylene blow torch, Ashley's suggestion as a backup for getting through the bunker doors. He's dubious about using it but he didn't have the funds for any fancy explosives.

He's already late but it's no excuse to bow out completely. He'd never hear the end of it. That is, if the operation is a success. There's always the possibility that tonight would become a shit-storm none of them walk away from.

The white van pulls into the area where the other vehicles sit. The sight of figures between them excites a burning desire to drive them down underwheel. He shifts his foot to the brake, his common sense fighting against base impulses.

Konrad parks and steps out of his vehicle, keys in hand. "Sorry I'm late. What's the situation?" he asks in a low voice after approaching his Clan's Whip.

[Alessandra]

Her Beast stirred as more Kindred appeared. Though their faces were familiar, some more than others, it still upset her Beast. Who right now was going through a mixture of emotions, from fear to anger? A hand went to the holster at her side and gently touches on of the guns, the comfort she found in the touch helped her regain control over Beast.


She raises her hand in a silent gesture to Brittany, “Hi Brittany.” When she hears that the Reeve invited her, she nods her head. Worked for her, the more power they had, the better their odds.


Walking up to Juan, she grabs one of the headsets and nods a greeting to him. As she fiddles with the headset ad places it on her head, she can thinks of more interesting things to do with the evening, if certain others were keen on it. But now was not to the time to focus on things like that, she forces her mind to focus on the task and night at hand.


Seeing the Haunt, she nods at him as well.


And then Konrad rolls up. Another Beast to contend with, and hers rises up, wanting to tear apart the challenger.


“Not quite sure yet. Seems we have Brittany here for some extra fire power, which is always good to have. Aside from that, I’m not sure, we all seem to have recently arrived.” Her voice matching his as she takes her cell phone out and silences it.