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Entering the hotel, guests are escorted by ghouls to the ballroom, and greeted by Olivette before making their way inside.
Most ancillae can tell by a Court's decor what to expect. Lavish or austere, riddled with symbolism or blatant displays, every Court said something. This Court had minimal amenities; chairs, a long table at the front, and dimmed lights for the Shadows. On another table to the side of the room, a large TV and empty VCR sat.
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Regina goes to court in her more "acceptable" dress. A dress from her mortal days, replete with 19th century Italian motiffs and displays. Additionally, she had a metal pin of a rose encircled with a thorned wreath. She had decided against wearing the swords, this was court after all, and she was here tonight as an Invictus, not a Knight. That would come later.
(Regina is not wearing the purple cloak seen in this picture)
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Sabri enters the hotel and smiles beneath her deep red veil at the simplistic decor of the court, glad that some Princes still preferred function as more important than looks. Her aim her tonight is just as simple; to meet and understand the current status of the Kindred in this city and see whether her own talents in business were required by anyone.
Wearing a long and flowing sari of crimson with gold piping, Sabri had made certain that her bruise-coloured skin was hidden as much as possible from mortal view, content to be guided by the ghouls. Seeing Regina, Sabri approaches and bows.
"Good evening, Dame Lady Knight Regina Pia. An honor to meet your acquaintance once again."
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Arnold Culler arrives wearing a pinstripe suit, fedora, and a wilted white flower stuck in his lapel. Strapped to his back is a huge ax, obfuscated to remain out of sight - in case his duties as Sheriff would be required tonight.
He greets Olivette, as pleasantly as a big gross thing like him can, and enters the ballroom to wait and see what Sacramento's Kindred consisted of these nights.
Father Benton Black arrives as usual dressed in black; black motorcycle boots and plain black pants and shirt with a white priest's collar at the throat. A brushed steel cross hangs around his neck and his black leather jacket bears a patch on the back displaying the insignia of the Lancea Sanctum in red. He rarely wears the jacket with the patch but tonight is different. He didn't know many kindred in town before the Scourging of the city's population, and those few were mostly Sanctified. Tonight he meant to stand as a beacon to surviving or new come members of the Covenant.
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Erika Brady, BP4
Erika is already at Court, standing at the far end of the room in a long, dark gown that appears almost silk, yet not quite so. Her eyes are covered with a scarf that matches the dress. Her hair is curled, and much less straight than usual as well.
She's unmasked herself for the meeting. She wants to make absolutely certain that the power structure is maintained at any cost.
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Aimée enters the court in a simple yet chic navy-blue evening gown. She pinned up her hair to give it a more serious look (and to showcase the expensive pieces of jewelry she wore as earrings) and her make-up was subtle yet striking. She even put on her best smile for the evening - the one usually reserved for vernissages and meetings with important people.
This evening could be extremely important for her future in this city, so she already started to look the other kindred over; she kept an open stance, though, for she didn't want to either isolate herself or burst in a existing conversation. She always thought that most of the time it's smart to let the other party make the first move.
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Priscus O-Yama, BP2
O-Yama arrives in a simple black slacks and black long-sleeve shirt. He knew this was going to be a solemn night, ad so dressed for the occassion. He didn't wear his blades this knight. He made his way to Mrs. Brady, but held his tongue for the time being, only giving her a nod.
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As Sabri finishes her sentence, her Beast recoils at the powerful predator nearby. Looking frantically around, she spots the shorter woman with the dark scarf covering her eyes and recognises a Kindred of some power.
Swallowing the fear inside, Sabri makes a mental note to inquire further.
- - - - Dr. Ith Lazarus - - - -Dr. Ith Lazarus arrives at court wearing black suit pants, and a button up dress shirt along with a lab coat which were both slightly less wrinkled than the ones he was typically seen in -- this was court after all. Tonight he carried a solid black leather briefcase with him which contained the sum of his research conducted last night; he was sure the Prince and his immediate underlings would be eager to learn what he had discovered. Through his mask Lazarus visually scanned the room looking for anyone he had been recently acquainted with, and even old faces that may have been lucky enough to survive.
It is not yet time to talk. Lazarus thought to himself. That time will come soon enough.
The doctor took a seat closer to the front than he usually took at social gatherings. His briefcase was held in his grasp sitting on his lap.
- - - - Taylor McCoy - - - -Taylor McCoy arrives slightly late to the Prince's court by at least fifteen minutes. There were several other kindred here and Taylor was a bit surprised to see so many after thinking the other night that there were hardly any, if any at all, left in Sacramento. The young man/girl was dressed in a perfectly tailored silk suit that offered absolutely no hint as to if it were a man's or woman's suit; it was obviously custom made. Taylor had spent extra time bathing eariler for the perfect hair to show off this evening, and now it hung flawlessly downward draping slightly onto the suit jacket's shoulders. With the utmost confidence, Taylor walked deeper into the court looking around and observing all the collected faces.
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