Nosferatu Family meeting

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Nosferatu glances about the area of the meeting place with her Beast Cloaked. She is looking for any one who might show undue interest in the Family.
Jennifer arrived a few moments past what she had written to her Family to meet at the Corner. There was a Tradition for the Family to meet at this corner. Jennifer strongly suspected that Alice had led met new members here and led them to the Underground for quite some time.
Traditions were important.

She strode towards the corner with confidence. She wore her college student persona today - small trendy scarf in gold, black leggings and royal purple tunic. Her Blush was active.

[Alice Hart]

Alice arrives some time after. Court duties keeping her, one mustest sour the Prince's favour of the Nosferatu. Not when Alice has worked so hard to cultivate a pleasant relationship with the Savage.

"Good evening," her hollow voice rings out, when her feet find the lamp post. She was wearing something more formal than her Cousin's Collage persona. Pencil skirt, flattering blouse, kitten heels. "I haven't heard from our erstwhile Cousin in some time." she says, preferring to get the unpleasantness out of the way quickly.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Good evening, Alice. Have you been well?"

Jennifer glances around the area as she replies.
"Nor have I. He made such a good impression on me, too..." She grates.

[Alice Hart]

"I have been well. Things are quiet." she replies, feeling a shiver along her spine as her Cousin speaks, the voice akin to the Wraith beneath her bones.

A hollow hum, "I had heard no ills regarding our Cousin," she says, agreeing with Hazelton. "We can continue to wait to see if he does make this appointment." she offers, already settling in near the lamppost. It wasn't often they had more Haunts within the City now, the Doll could spare one night to see if their number counted two or three.

[Alexander Moore]

Alexander walked up to his cousins, his movements stiff as his body fought against the tightness of the black suit he was wearing, barely large enough to contain him. Standing apart from his fellow Kindred so as not to seem to be looking down at them he gave them both a short bow.


“Hello, thank you for inviting me this evening, Priscus Hazelton. Good evening to the both of you, please excuse my lateness.” He straightened up and kept his gaze forward and slightly down, his hands folded behind his back.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"I am pleased when things are quiet. No plans are disrupted." Jennifer replies to Alice.

Jennifer was pleased when Mr. Moore arrived.
"Good evening, Mr. Moore. It's no trouble at all." She rasped.

There were only the three of them and so waiting upon Family was no trouble. She glanced over Mr. Moore as discreetly as she could, giving marks for the black suit. She did have a fondness for that sort of clothing style.

"Shall we continue to the Family area?" She proposed pleasantly.
She takes a good look at the proper direction, scanning for any trouble. It had been quiet and there was likely never going to be an interruption on a quiet evening walk. Yet she liked to be prepared.

[Alice Hart]

Alice tisks, flicking a bone pale hand around them. It might be late, and the street might be empty, but they were not within the bounds of quiet security.

To Hazelton's segue, Alice nods her strings pulled nod. "Follow," She intones, not quite waiting for the other Haunts to acknowledge her word. The night was already growing old.

She steps forward upon the sidewalk, cracked and neglected on this side of town. She imagines the weeds pressing through and thriving despite the adversity. Leading her Cousins towards the familiar distention of the Necropolis' Aboveground Haven. Venturing blocks away from the lamppost, as was tradition now, started by her, and continued, hopefully long after she is no longer around to lead new Haunts to the Necropolis. Towards the neighbourhood of forgotten houses, unclaimed and abandoned until they reach one such house. Unassuming, and unkept.

Faded, peeling siding, crooked and missing shingles. Wooden features, nearly rotted through, broken steps, with nails, rusted and sticking dangerously out form the boards.

She waits for her newest Cousin to take in the vista she no longer could.

[Alexander Moore]

Alexander follows behind his Cousins, slowing his long stride to allow himself a chance to take in his surroundings. The old road and decrepit buildings were a familiar sight to him, reminding him of old haunts and lessons from not too long ago. The feeling of being watched from empty windows bored into him, and the unwelcome air that seemed to surround him made him quicken his pace. This was to be his home, he couldn’t allow himself to be intimidated so easily.

He watches Alice as she leads them, pondering her blindness, he would like to know the circumstances behind it, maybe she still had her eyes but refused to show them. Whatever it was he was content to be lead and taught the local rituals for the time being, he had plenty of time to learn about his Cousins. Hopefully he wouldn't embarrass himself again tonight, whatever the Necropolis held for them.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer inclined her head towards Alice at her 'tsk' in understanding. Things to be spoken behind closed doors...

Jennifer takes up the rear position behind Alexander, walking far enough from him that he would not be alarmed that there was nefarious intentions.
Occasionally she pauses and turns, scanning the area for any changes, any threat to the Family or even new security systems that might include cameras.

She is reminded of what a good location this was for their purposes as she determined that they are safe and following the two to the entrance.

[Alice Hart]

She ascendes when no words are forthcoming. Opening the door, even as it creaks and hangs off the hinges. The interior is a carefully cultivated neglect. Dust, debris, cobwebs and spiders. The bloodstain by an old worn couch, deep and dark and flaking brown. The couch molding and sodden. Byway of the leaking roof.

Alice continues passed these things to find a shadowed corner, hidden by the careful construction of corners and angles.

There is a door, clean, with a heavy padlock. Alice slips a key from 'round her neck while offering an identical one to Alexander. She opens the door, and begins to lead them down.

Down and down she leads them, steps echoing on metal grated stairs. Then to a landing, where she moves swiftly onto the clear path towards the Caldarium, stopping a moment before she arrives at her destination. She wasn't so heartless not to warn the giant.

"Candles are lit." she says, before continuing onward.

Concrete benches sit along the wall while dim lighting makes sure the bathhouse remains soft and almost dream like. Far away from where most Kindred would casually come in contact with are small tealights. Their flames, twinkling merrily, unknowing that they could set fire to the Kindred if they are not respected. There is a deep pool, it's own pool lights, brightening up the dim, fire warmed glow of the space.

Alice continues forward, toeing off her shoes before she simply sits at the edge of the pool, and sliding her feet into the water. Arching her neck to an unnatural angle she pulls her sunglasses off, and opens her eyeless sockets to the safety of the Necropolis, the Deep Kingdom. Placing her sunglasses near where she slipped off her shoes,

"Welcome to the Necropolis, and to the Caldarium. The house Above is the Haven used to hide the Necropolis entrance, if and when we bring outsiders here, you use that door. There is a sewer exit further down," a jerking gesture out of where the Caldarium and towards the winding tunnels, "That is only for us." she says firmly, "And only in emergencies." comes the warning.

Now, she sits, feet kicking the water, and waits for what her newest Cousin will make of it.