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    Eva heads down the street, a small portfolio under her arm. As usual she is dressed in all black, as though trying to blend in with the shadows and not be seen.

    She heads down J street, traffic roaring, the girl sticks close to the buildings, and far from the street. She looks up at addresses attempting to find the art gallery that she was hoping to put some of her paintings in.

  2. #2
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    Anton Flores found himself on J Street, having made his way down from riverside on the prowl for signs of other Damned, territorial markings and food. The Haunt is clad in slacks, shortsleeves and his only unsoiled tie. He's uncovered the jumbled tapestry adorning his arms uncovered for the benefit of those who would understand it.

    Before reaching the corner of 10th Street, he leans against a wall like a disgraced scarecrow, ignorant of the Rack mere feet away from him. Wearing his Beast like a beacon as his gaze flickers about in search of things sought.
    Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
    |BP •|Vitae 5/10|Slave of the Ordo Dracul|


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    Eva sees him, but knows he cannot sense her, she nods politely to him as she gets closer.

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    Anton repays the nod with a long cold stare that's vacant of anything other than the Beasts ugly hunger and perhaps a little mild contempt. Had he detected the nodding woman's beast he'd have likely followed her. Eventually he stops staring at what he perceives to be a Kine child who should know better than to nod at strange men and crosses the street, resuming his pattern of leaning and watching.
    Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
    |BP •|Vitae 5/10|Slave of the Ordo Dracul|


  5. #5
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    She returns his cold stare with one of her own, her eyes like bottomless pits of tortured sadness.

    She bares some fang at him in a gentle snarl letting him know just what she is and quieting her beast that his weaker than his.

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    Anton's frozen smile jerks ever so slightly as the Beast racks the flesh and bone part of him, goading him on to hunt down the weaker rival, to cast her down and discover just how bottomless those 'bottomless pits of tortured sadness' are with his nails and his teeth. It seems to speak to him with far more clarity than it used to. He maintains control over the Beast and its silent tantrum however, temporarily exiling it to the corner of Anton's mind where humanity and identity went to die.

    With a nod of his head, he gestures the stranger over, the needs of the Beast still echoing within hollow eyes.
    Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
    |BP •|Vitae 5/10|Slave of the Ordo Dracul|


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    She comes within about ten feet of him, sensing something terribly wrong with this Kindred.

    "Buono Notte... Good evening." she murmurs.

  8. #8
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    Anton lurches from his lean-spot. At this distance a few more nasty little details are visible. The milkwhite ruin crossing the gristle of his throat. A couple of missing fingernails. The amorphous enigma of Latin and more obscure tongues snaking around arms and hands. He speaks up, voice heavy and haggard. Syllables carrying particular weight are accompanied by a buzzing edge as Anton replies.

    "Buenas noches. Know where a fresh arrival can wet his whistle 'fore he seek Elysium?"
    Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
    |BP •|Vitae 5/10|Slave of the Ordo Dracul|


  9. #9
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    The Rack... It's downtown... Or at Asylum... she murmurs, having learned this from her assistant. She manages to hold her ground and not shy away from his hideous visage.

  10. #10
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    Anton nods gently, causing his neckwound to contort into new and interesting blobs of white. He runs a branded hand through hair still slick with filthy riverwater, finding some unknown substance in there which causes a meaty *thwack* sound as he flicks it onto the sidewalk.

    "I know that, wallflower. Thing about racks is they're always 'downtown', or at some dismal bar with an edgy name. It's the done thing. All we can do to slurp up the runoff from these Roman times we got. What I need's directions I can follow. Got any of those?"
    Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
    |BP •|Vitae 5/10|Slave of the Ordo Dracul|


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