Edge of Darkness - Powered by vBulletinEdge of Darkness - Powered by vBulletin
Ended
Watch
1 - 10
DISPLAYED
44
POSTS

(Gimme Shelter) Stowaway

This is for adding a Search Category to the thread.

Note:
This is NOT a Notification for another member.
Page 1 of 5 1 2 3 4 5 Last
  1. #1
    I've Done Things... Bad Things.
    17
    Konrad Roth's Avatar

    Domain Status (Bloodhunted)
    Status (Criminals) ••
    Presence •• (Wallflower)
    Konrad Roth

    5'10" 158lbs (72kg), Konrad has narrow dark blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He looks to be in his late twenties and often is seen wearing a heavy leather overcoat and sneakers.

    2
    PRE

    Located at the Port of Sacramento - 9:00pm

    The brick shaped building sits within clear view of Washington Lake where large shipping vessels come and go along the Sacramento rivers and channels. Above the docks are towering cranes, used to lift the stacked heavy steel containers that await transport. Bright lights beam down on the open lot separating the storage structures, illuminating the port as if in daylight. Despite the hour, several dock workers still move to and fro, though with thinner numbers than the day shift. The Port is open 24/7, which is convenient for a certain creature of the night who does his business on the docks.

    Konrad's given his employees the night off in order to have privacy for his guests. He waits on Industrial Boulevard across from the port entrance in his van. The front gate has a guard station check point, so he'll have to take them through using his site credentials.

    Within the warehouse itself, a large rectangular wooden crate sits on the shelf against the back wall, tucked away to avoid notice from the day-to-day operations of the warehouse workers. Little do they realize that a corpse lay within, blanketed tightly in packing peanuts and nailed in shut like a coffin. Here the previously Torpored body of Brittany begins to stir.


  2. #2
    M
    Matrixchild

    Dreams in Torpor can be a mess. They can show you the truth and they can show you lies. They can cloud ones memory of an event beyond recognition. At first Brittany's dreams were dominated by anger and confusing at all but herself over what led to her current state. Over time though her dreams shifted. No new information was gained by the Savage, merely a new perspective. She had realized that she had been too trigger happy. She had brought her slumber upon herself by fighting instead of running. Her own anger blinding her from the smarter choice. The dreams had showed her that.

    With a shudder and a shake she awoke to find herself hungry. Very, very hungry. At first she found her resistance weak. She could feel the beast clawing at her mind as she resisted. 'Wreck havoc' it spoke in her mind. The desire to rampage until she found a source of blood was almost too much to bare. It took everything within her to fight it.

    Suddenly she found renewed strength of mind and she sighed relief as the struggle subsided for now. She had fought back the beast. With the struggle over for the moment she finally took in her surroundings. Packing peanuts and darkness. She could feel the sides of her container. She wasn't sure where she was, but it was no longer the street in front of Raging Wire, that's for sure. She reached into her pocket to get her phone only to realize that of course the battery had died. Now she had no idea how long she'd been asleep or even what time it was right now. She figured the first course of action would be to adjust her hearing so that she could try and figure out what was going on around her.


      5 total successes
    Date Action Roll Result
    2016-05-24 11:54:12 Brittany rolls 5 to Resist Hunger Frenzy (Res+Comp-2) (10 Again, WillPower) 9, 8, 8, 9, 5 4 successes
    2016-05-24 11:52:37 Brittany rolls 5 to Resist Hunger Frenzy (Res+Comp-2) (10 Again, WillPower) 1, 7, 4, 8, 7 1 success

  3. #3
    West's Avatar

    Magical Chinchilla
    Star Scenes

    1
    OCC
    2
    PRE

    Brittany did not factor in Wound Penalties.
    Subtracting two dice from the right of roll 70933 yields 0 Successes.

    Brittany succumbs to Frenzy.

    Don't hate the player, hate the game.
    The Zeroth Law & the Burden of InteractionThe Devil is in the DotsGreat ExpectationsPlaying MagePlayer Run Plots
    If you have a question about your character, please post it on your character sheet

  4. Likes Ruach, Wod.Infant liked this post
  5. #4
    M
    Matrixchild

    The desire to rampage until she found a source of blood was too much to bare...And then her mind went blank. She had struggled. Struggled as much as she could and yet the beast took control. To Brittany she was back asleep. Back to nothingness. To all those outside all they heard was a brutal sound of slashing and screaming.

    Pieces of wood and packing peanuts flew high into the air this way and that, flung through the air as an inhuman screaming filled the interior of the warehouse. Finally though...it stopped. That is, until the workers saw a pale, petite, and attractive woman with cuts and blood all over her, bones sticking out here and there at uncomfortable angles, walk out from behind a large stack of crates. "Can I help you mi..." The words fell limp in his mouth as she turned quickly to them. On her hands were long unnatural claws, but what really stopped him from speaking; what really held his tongue were her eyes. They were black and lifeless like a doll's eyes. Quint once said Shark's eyes were like that, but really they are the eyes of a hungry, Apex Predator.

    The inhuman scream escapes her lips and she races towards the speaker, the others diving out of the way to escape. With her claws extended she thrust them both deep into his gut, lifting the scared man above her head as she drank deeply from his frail body. When she was finished with her meal she separated her hands quickly in opposite directions, completely bisecting the man in two as she drenched herself in what was left of his blood. But the beast didn't care, it was already targeting its next victim.

    At full speed she ran towards a larger man hiding behind a crate, her scream echoing against the walls as she ran. With one hand she ripped through the crate in an instant, leaving only shattered wood in her wake. With her other hand she gripped up the man, pulling his neck quickly towards her waiting jaws. The blood flowed warm into her body, empowering the beast, before she bit clean through his neck, decapitating him on the spot. His head rolling away with a frozen expression of absolute terror.

    Again and again she chased down her prey and drained them of their sweet and delicious blood. The beast was on a mission, and there was absolutely nowhere they could hide. Every inch of her was covered in blood, as if she needed it on her skin to keep her appearance youthful and vibrant, and yet underneath it all she was still as pale and lifeless as a corpse, clear to all her victims that the thing destroying them was a real monster beyond anything their nightmares could cook up. An arm here. A leg there. Her destruction knew no end as she continued to slash her claws at the helpless mortals unfortunate enough to work that evening.

    The strange thing about the beast was that generally it craved blood, and yet even when blood was still left in the body of her victims, it desired their obliteration just a little bit more. It wouldn't be satisfied until every single Kine in the building was destroyed beyond recognition and it had had its fill of violence and blood. Finally though her lifeless eyes looked around at the carnage that lay in front of her and was satisfied, for all were dead. She slumped to the floor, the beast taking a second of pure joy out of the slaughter before Brittany's eyes slowly shifted back to her own and she awoke to what was left behind.

    At first, Brittany wasn't sure what to make of the destruction. Body parts were everywhere. The walls and even the ceiling had blood covering it as if an explosion of blood had happened within its walls. Then, she looked down at herself and saw her claws. She was drenched in blood and understanding went through her mind. She had done this. She had killed them all. She slumped down in disgrace just as tears mixed with the blood covering her face.

  6. #5
    Cayce's Avatar


    A predatory coupe slide beneath the streetlights like an oiled shadow and rolled to a stop in front of the warehouse gates. Even idling the quiet hum of an incredibly expensive engine echoing from behind it's broad grill and from beneath the hood, with its distinctive ornament of a winged woman, and below it, a small plaque stamped with two entwined R's. And, within the depths of the Rolls Royce Wraith, a slim, pale hand tapped out a quick text to Konrad Roth:

    I've arrived. Open the gate, if you please.

  7. #6
    Alice Hart's Avatar
    Presence
    (Disquieting)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking Looks
    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    It takes Alice a bit to get to where Konrad told her about, her mind worrying the thought that her charges might still be in danger, the thought that the Reeve might sacrifice them for the good of the Domain, just because they were in the farmstead. Her thoughts still swirling, snarling themselves together, then apart, and back again, as she see's Konrad's sardeen machine. Rolling her unreal amethysts, of course they'd have to enter the warehouse district thingy in that stupid van.

    Alice waves as her ghostly form appears in front of the van. She walks up to the passenger side, and lets herself in. She's not getting into the back of that thing if she can help it. "Hey Konrad." comes her hollow voice as she slides into the seat. "Am I the first one here?" she asks even as her unreal amethysts do a quick sweep of the back of the van.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

  8. #7
    Garrick Marlon's Avatar
    Garrick Marlon
    Status 2 (Gun Permit)
    Garrick Marlon

    Holstered gun on his right hip
    Sheathed knife on his left hip

    Court - No weapons
    Gimme - Pistol and Knife


    Nosferatu Curse: The irises of Garrick's eyes are milky white, they never seem to focus on what he is paying attention too. Consequently it is hard to tell if he's looking at you or around you or past you.
    Scenes

    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    The Trick has been getting easier. Blood moves quicker and it Works. Not that Garrick understands exactly how it works but it does and that's what matters. The knife and pistol are hidden from the food's eyes. Despite the pistol being completely legal, damn eyes.

    Strolling steps bring Garrick toward the van. A nod is thrown towards Priscus Roth and Garrick swings around to get into the back of the van. Alice got the good seat. Closing the door behind him Garrick removes his sunglasses and rubs at the bridge of his nose. "Evening to both of you." Time to find out if the Reeve is going to declare a war.

      Obf Knife-1 suxx, Obf Pistol-3 suxx
    Date Action Roll Result
    2016-05-26 00:06:56 Garrick rolls 4 to Stowaway - Obf Pistol (Wit2+Lar2+Obf2-2pistol=4) (10 Again) 2, 9, 10, 10, 3, 2 3 successes
    2016-05-26 00:06:32 Garrick rolls 5 to Stowaway - Obf Knife (Wits2+Lar2+Obf2-1Knife=5) (10 Again) 8, 1, 3, 2, 2 1 success

  9. #8
    I've Done Things... Bad Things.
    17
    Konrad Roth's Avatar

    Domain Status (Bloodhunted)
    Status (Criminals) ••
    Presence •• (Wallflower)
    Konrad Roth

    5'10" 158lbs (72kg), Konrad has narrow dark blue eyes and sandy brown hair. He looks to be in his late twenties and often is seen wearing a heavy leather overcoat and sneakers.

    (Blush)Vitae 1 Spent
    2
    PRE

    Konrad lifts a hand in wave, thankful that the arriving Haunts spare him their Beasts. They could probably not say the same for his, but that's the Danse for you. About the same time a text causes Konrad's phone to vibrate on the dashboard and he checks the message once Alice and Garrick have boarded.

    "Alice, Garrick, good having you. Reeve just arrived. She'll be following us inside for our meeting. Shut yourselves in the back for the time being so you don't attract any attention." The albino skin and milky irises tended to raises some eyebrows. The first thing the two Haunts might notice is that the van cargo space is not as roomy as it had been last time. Since then Konrad has had seats and a large amount of equipment installed.

    He busies himself with scoping out the Reeve's Rolls Royce a moment and then types out a reply text to her.

    Follow my van inside. I'll clear us through.

    Konrad starts his van and idles it across the street to the front gate of the Port. He draws on his Vitae to liven up his skin and features as he's done before when coming in to work. Pulling out his credentials, it doesn't take long to clear him. He waves the guard over and lets him know the car behind him is a guest of his. It takes them about a minute to write up a guest tag before the guard opens the gate to let them through. They shouldn't be here very long for it to matter though.

    He leads the way to the warehouse, parking outside the front entrance. "Here we are," he announces to the others as he shuts the van off and exits the vehicle. He stands outside, waiting for everyone to gather so he can let them into the interior of the building.

    One thing disturbs him though. He was sure he'd given his workers the night off. But there were a couple familiar vehicles in the parking spaces. Damn it. Must not have gotten the memo. I'll have to send them home first.

  10. #9
    M
    Matrixchild

    Brittany will wait to post until after everyone has reacted to the scene. Probably be more interesting that way

  11. #10
    Alice Hart's Avatar
    Presence
    (Disquieting)
    Mask of Tranquility
    Striking Looks
    (Pale Wraith)
    Alice Hart

    Baddacelli
    Acolyte and Valkyrja of the Circle of the Crone
    Danger Sense ●
    Status; City ●●●, Clan ●●, Cov ●●

    Lyssa Wolfe. Ghoul

    Curse

    Past her Albinism, Alice is naught but a doll, beautiful in her impossible perfection. Taking on a inescapable sheen of artifice, both movements and manner seem, hollow and fake. She's nothing but a marionette, limbs jerking and twisting as if pulled by invisible strings.

    Marring her unnatural beauty are her eyes, or the lack of them, vacant pits of visceral horror.
    Stats

    1
    OCC
    +1
    SL
    -1
    NOS
    2
    PRE

    Alice glared at Konrad, completely unimpressed when he said she'd have to get into the back. It was always that goddamned sardeen smushy space! With her glare still affixed, she situated herself into the back with Garrick. She crossed her arms when she settled in next to her cousin, pouted, and continued to glare daggers into the back of Konrad's skull.
    Health: | Willpower: | Vitae: | Mimetismo 1: Certain Sounds Active

Page 1 of 5 1 2 3 4 5 Last
Closed Thread
     

Similar Threads

  1. Haven Shelter
    Clara E. Verne
    Requiem
    • 21
    • POSTS
    • Apr 6th, 2019
    • 54
    • POSTS
    • Aug 17th, 2016
    • 49
    • POSTS
    • May 1st, 2016
    • 68
    • POSTS
    • Mar 30th, 2016
    • 57
    • POSTS
    • Nov 14th, 2009