Simone turns her head to the window for several beats. She tilts her head, scanning the alley below them.
2020-10-13 19:31:30
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Simon Perception rolls 6 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)
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6, 3, 8, 9, 4, 5
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2 successes
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"I appreciate the offer, if it is one. Yes, I live near here. I can hold my own - especially as I believe this is just Mr. Kowalsic's boys. When you leave, I would stick together until you know you are not being followed, cousin. " A touch of warmth enters Simone's voice and her eyes tick towards Edward for the briefest of moments before returning to Mable's eyes.
Simone studies Mr. Heinrich for a moment.
"Mr. Kowalsic and Melanie are going to be a powder keg no matter what. He saw her Sire snatched up for a minor infraction, she's out for his Blood.
I've seen Melanie thrash some upstart who saw her as just a pretty little thing."
She smiles at the memory. "She can make a man eat his teeth, have no doubt. Yet I think we may have stumbled upon the crux of the problem. A photographer was at a scene where two Kindred tussled. Melanie will not Poach here- I have impressed my respect for Twist upon her.
Yet if Mr. Kowalsic was injured..." A glance flicked from Mr. Heinrich to Mr. Quilz, to Dirt Nap and Mable to see if they understand what she is putting down. Including them equally.
She gestures to the window.
"Cousin, if you can keep an ear out."
She strides over to the canvases against the wall and starts moving them, inspecting the images upon them. Not satisfied, she opens the drawer of a nearby table and pulls out a sketchpad. She flips through the images, studying each for a beat before moving on. At the final page her movement stops and her jaw sets in a hard edge. She doesn't like what she sees.
She strides over to Dirt Nap and holds out the pad to show the sketch to Dirt Nap. Simone steps to Mr. Heinrich to show him the pencil sketch.
The sketch is of scarred arms enveloped over a person screaming in fear. The lobster red man's face is buried in the shoulder of his victim, a clear image of a Kindred feeding. The neck of the Kindred also shows clear signs of scar tissue. Someone like Mr. Heinrich would immediately recognize that he knows someone whose skin on his neck, arms and legs are covered in thick, red scar tissue as though he has been severely burned.
Others beside Dirt Nap and Edward can walk over to look at the image, which is a pencil sketch colored in with colored pencils. It looks like the sort an artist makes before making a painting.
I would like a Wits + Composure roll of anyone listening for eavesdroppers/ listening for potential assailants.
The dawn is approaching on our Kindred, so last posts before we wrap the scene should be prepared. Plans or appointments should be arranged.