*Max drives Martha to the club, as well as Thomas if he doesn't have a car. He parks outside, getting the door for the other Mekhet while waiting for the other members of the hunting party to arrive*
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*Max drives Martha to the club, as well as Thomas if he doesn't have a car. He parks outside, getting the door for the other Mekhet while waiting for the other members of the hunting party to arrive*
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Reverence has become the typical goth club, where black clothes and you-don't-get-me sneers are the standard fare. Max gets more than one appraising look from raccoon eyed girls, whereas the boys are more interested in the petite beauty with him. Thomas will get his share of attention as well --mostly suspicious glances.
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Martha gets out of the car offering grateful thanks...checking anxiously for visible or concealed threat...men with guns...fast cars...snipers? She seemed to be very quiet on the journey and, once again, paid a large amount of attention to Max's driving technique.
Once out of the car, Martha transfers her attentions to the line of goths waiting in the queue...eyeing the row of youths with interest. Checking out the shoes and attire of the ladies in the queue. Then checks out the general mood of the club - is if asking herself: are the natives friendly? For a moment Martha wonders if they are attending a wake of some type - the sullen nature, the black clothes...Martha pouts...the more she studies them, the more she feels ill prepared for this mission...no cane, badly selected clothes...pouting glumly, she takes off her overcoat: at least, she feels, her neat, cream-white, mutton-sleeved blouse and ankle length skirt will fit in a little better now (and she makes a mental note to obtain more black clothing).
Timidly, Martha will try a shy smile to any clubber whom she spots 'checking her out'.
Martha smiles meekly to Max as they loiter a moment. Something in her mind tells her that it would be an unusual set of circumstances if a cunning and deadly Brood spy, who had the ability to turn to mobile gloop, would take refuge here! But, she reassures herself, Max and the others must know better!
Martha tries to concentrate a moment: seeing if her Beast is reacting to the presence of any, as yet unidentified, Beast in the proximity.
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Before leaving Avalon with Martha and Max, Thomas made sure that Wyatt, Amos and Lenny knew where to find them. Wyatt and Amos were still at Avalon and hopefully following just behind the three Mekhet, while Lenny was out on the town and hopefully arrive soon to round out the hunting party. However before leaving his car at Avalon Thomas made sure to change his pinstripe suit jacket for his usual black leather jacket, put on his dark sunglasses and grab his duffel bag containing his "hunting gear". While on the way to the goth club he makes an effort to mess up his hair so that when he got out of the car, assisting Martha of course, he looks like the Irish bastard love child of Bogart and Sid Vicious with his pinstripe dress pants, black shirt and white tie, leather jacket and sunglasses.
Of course with the club being an Elysium Thomas leaves his bag hidden in the car.
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Wyatt had been waiting outside Avalon for Thomas. Giving Thomas a polite nod he gets into his car and follows the group there. Wyatt follows them most of the way there before a set of lights quickly shift to red, naturally he gets stuck behind them as the party carry on.
Wyatt arrives a few moments after the group. He knew he wasnt a fighter, yet he had brought weapons with him. Wyatt would never stand a chance 1 on 1, but knew that while the guy was concentrating on the more abled fighters, they were more of a threat, he could get into position and aid the group in bringing this guy down. Or so he hoped. He checks in his bag.... bread and meat...good just incase...damned pigeon. Wyatt hated that pigeon, in fact he disliked them. Rats with wings that were difficult to work with.
He sits in the car for a few moments, finally getting out and equipping himself with his two daggers and gun. Kim had got him the gun when they moved there, a heavy pistol and a shot gun. The shotgun was too big to bring along tonight. He also puts his stake in his bag, knowing thats certain to come in usefull.
He enters the club and stands by Thomas.
"So...this is fun. Whats the plan?"
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Amos followed the rest of the group to the goth club. He never went into one before so he's not sure what to expect and find the denizens that lurks here a little bit strange to his liking. But hey, that's kine for you, there's all sort and Amos had learned not too be judgmental, especially when it came to taking vitae or haggling for favors.
He joins the other kindred already there and take a sit with them.
" Sorry I am late. Did I miss anything ? ."
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Martha does her very best to conceal her limp and gratefully accepts the help of Thomas with cheerful thanks!
Smiling shyly, Martha dilligently checks each face she passes - testing against the template she understands to be the decription, culled from the early gossip at the Avalon, of The Target.
Nodding a shy greeting and adding a respectful and obedient curtsy to Amos.
The interior of the club defied her initial expectations. A church on the outside; she had expected some fearsome, unholy desecration and perverse decorations within. Biting at her bottom lip in silent rebuke: once more she learns that appearances are deceptive. Rubbing hard at the thigh her lame leg as she enters the club, Martha takes in each face she passes and studies the stylish, slick granite grey interior - the slimline lighting and ultra-Art Deco theme comes as a surprise. Martha begins to feel as if she has entered a strange sepulchure. The disorientating lights and noise require some adjustment...the beat of the strange music is familiar only from haunted dreams recalled from...well...other Places.
Preferring to stand for the moment, all the better to react quickly if need arises, she looks to her companions, trying to listen and watch as Amos talks. Trying to observe the crowd and patrons to learn their manners and ways and also - more vitally: to watch for the Target...and watch for anyone watching them.
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Lights flash and a soft, but insistent chime sounds as Wyatt strolls past a sign stating the typical City Ordinance banning weapons and firearms in public establishments. People jump and scatter, some staring at Wyatt, some simply making themselves scarce. The door attendant looks wide-eyed and backs away. Like an ocean's rippling wave, whispers are chased by break-over of yells.
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*Max can only shrugs his shoulders in defeat; this had started out as such a nice club. That was the problem with the Kine, then never knew how to keep anything looking right. Usually it took them a few years to bungle something up; this time it looked like they had done it in months. Looks like it was back to the library for now; at there they didn't spray paint the books new colors when they thought the dust jackets were going out of style...
He guides the others in, turning around to be heard over the din of music and conversation.* Just a quick sweep and we move on. Asks the security, bartenders, anyone that's supposed to keep an eye out or on people. Slip them a little monetary encouragement if you have to. And remember, no dis....
*Max doesn't even finish the sentence when the alarms go off. He turns to stare at Wyatt in annoyed disbelief. They were supposed to remain low key and he sets off the alarms. A quick stare, Max trying his hardest to convey the emotion "Get the hell back outside before I pull your balls out through your nostrils"; and he turns back heading deeper into the club. They still had a job to do, Wyatt could talk his way out of this one...*
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Thomas was listening to the Deputy's instructions and preparing to offer a suggestion when the alarm went off. He quickly turns and sees Wyatt standing there and for a second he assumes that the group has been noticed and the club is an ambush. Had that Brood bastard decided to make his final stand in an Elysium, using the kine as hostages, hoping to catch his pursuers with their pants down and going out spitting at the Traditions Kindred held dear? Yet there were no shots and Thomas saw Wyatt still standing there, glanced over at the annoyed look on the Deputy, then back at Wyatt, then back at the annoyed look on the Deputy and realized that the Ventrue had forgot that they were going to an Elysium site. Thomas remembered saying that the Reverence was under the same rules as Avalon and that this part of the investigation would be subtle. Subtle was sly and cool as Sam Spade, Marlowe or James Bond and getting information, not that. Now Wyatt might piss off the Prefect and end up on the group W bench.
"Good idea, we should see if he has let anything slip about a favorite club or a certain girl to the staff here. Something we can use to find him or at least get us closer." He speaks softly to the other two Mekhet with him before turning to Wyatt and giving the Ventrue a look while silently mouthing "no more trouble" before walking into the club.
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