Eva out and about

**Dean** · Mar 24th, 2009 11:08 AM

Anton's glassy eyes follow the rolling ones and he shrugs his shoulders. A gesture punctuated by a fibrous click.

"Tells you a lot about a city when its Sheriff 'doing their job' means roaming random on the offchance they hear a would-be poach thinking aloud. But enough doubletalk, yes?"

Anton follows to the car, eyes darting about his surroundings all the while. If he had to dangle in front of the Sacramento authorities, so be it. It'd be water under the bridge once he hooked up with Kindred of Path and Purpose.

**sanguisfiat** · Mar 24th, 2009 12:06 PM

Eva follows, staying quiet as usual, not really wanting to go anywhere that the creeper is going but at least figuring that the Sherriff will be enough to deter him from anything disgusting.

Gratzie... she murmurs softly, sliding in.

**Ishani** · Mar 24th, 2009 06:28 PM

Ishani motions for Anton to get into the car, opening the door behind the passenger seat.

Once everyone is in, she climbs in and turns to Eva. "If you could tell me what your clans are I can see to it you get to the proper people."

**sanguisfiat** · Mar 24th, 2009 06:33 PM

Mekhet, and thank you for your help. she murmurs in that soft voice, meeting the other womans gaze with her own sad one, gratitude for the woman not leaving her there with the creeper in their depths.

**Dean** · Mar 24th, 2009 07:17 PM

Anton steps into the car and feels part of him bristle with contempt for the fragility detected in the wallflowers voice as another part swelled with perverse pride at the notion that he could make himself so reviled by simply asking a question while wearing this smile with this skin. Or maybe it had been something else entirely. An absence of Purpose, perhaps. He stretches in the seat and pulls a crumpled piece of paper from his shirt pocket eyes it for a moment and puts it away as he states his clan.

"Nosferatu."

The Haunt concentrates on the scripture that's been charred and etched and inked and oiled along a wiry arm as he awaits a predictable 'No shit.' or 'You don't say.'

**Ishani** · Mar 24th, 2009 07:30 PM

Ishani looks over at the woman and raises her eyebrows. "You know, if you open your mouth a little wider when you speak, it might help that mumbling, murmuring issue you seem to have."

She starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. Looking in the rearview mirror she smiles at the Nos. "Oh good, we'll go to the Grindhouse first then." She glances at Mumbles. "Your's is gonna be a little more difficult, but I think we can manage. So, off to the Grindhouse we go."

**sanguisfiat** · Mar 24th, 2009 07:43 PM

Eva doesnt even give the Sheriff a second glance when she is insulted, used to it really, and finding it the norm.

Of course. Thank you for your help. she murmurs, a bit louder this time, just loud enough to be heard over the car.

**Dean** · Mar 24th, 2009 08:00 PM

The Haunt looks up from his arm, smiling back at the blur in the mirror, nodding as he watches things out of the window. Hungry eyes fall back on the arm-marks soon enough.

**Ishani** · Mar 24th, 2009 08:12 PM

After a quiet drive, Ishani pulls into the Grindhouse.

"We are going to be meeting Karsh. He is the Prince's Harpy and the Nos Priscus. He can get you situated and well," she looks at Eva, "you should probably meet him anyway. Now, can I get some names so I can tell Karsh who you are?"

She smiles when she says this in the hope that they will not take offense to her words.

**sanguisfiat** · Mar 24th, 2009 08:55 PM

Eva Carino... she says, knowing that as a prominent and popular Kindred artist the sheriff might know her name.