Innocence Lost Chapter 3 Stakes and Woes

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Set in Downtown Sacramento, this club caters to the Fetish lifestyle. Most of the club is set in black and red colors, with velvet the dominant material. There is a large stage set near the back of the club with various equipment set aside for patron use. There is a bar for Suspension Hanging, however it is recommended this only be done by experienced Hangers. There are cages set up next to the stage so one can view the different mini-shows that go on inside. There is also a private area near the back of the club set aside for Safe Games Only. For this area the patrons are required to bring their own Toys.
Asylum was closed down for the evening on orders from the Prince.
Below the club, secret access points could lead one to a specific holding area.

Jennifer arrived at the address that she had given Marcus in the most recent vehicle that she had purchased, the . Jennifer lifted her go bag out of her backseat and wore it as she moved to the entrance. She looked about the area in front of the building, looking for Marcus, his prisoner and the Alder Prince. Her mind was curious about how 'Deputy Kingsley' was indisposed. This was Helen's responsibility.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer was Blushed, taking care to flush stolen blood through her veins.

[Marcus Roman]

Marcus drove quietly, radio off. He kept an eye on his captive and another eye on the roads in case anyone followed or Gods forbid the police show up. Every so often he would pull off onto a side road, loop around. When he arrived at the address he passed the location once, then twice. After passing a third time, sure as he could be that no other cars were following Roman parked.

He got out of the vehicle and began untangling the Kindred in the back from the seatbelt Raul had tied him up in. Given it had loosened earlier, that left only the handcuffs which the Gangrel Whip still had the keys for. Marcus took care to grab the teenage looking dirtbag carefully by his restraints as the Roman hoisted him from the car and toward the entrance and Jennifer. Marcus was quick, not wanting to give his captive the chance to cause a scene in the open.

[Alessandra]

Was this how she had intended to spend her evening? Not at all. There had been things she had been attending to, which had to be dropped, clothes had to be changed and Gabriel had to bring the car around.

If she had to be called in, it better be damn serious, or there was going to be problems.

The Torino pulled into The Asylum, the engine not the quietest, but it fit in more then her Aston. He knows to pull around back, to an entrance not typically used by the cattle, a back entrance if you will.

Her Ghoul excited the car, and opened the door for her, she wore a long, floor length black leather jacket over her clothes, the weather was getting colder after all, and one needed to blend in. Her skin had the healthy glow of living human flesh, warm to the touch, her heart beating, you know, the usual living person bullshit.

The Ghoul then opens the door for the Savage, who came dressed for the club. One doesn’t come to a club and not dress appropriately, it was respectful not only to club, but to its owners as well.

[Seryna]

The prisoner was quite irritated when Marcus Roman hauled him from the car. He was handcuffed, his shirt was torn over his chest. A cursory look reveals a wound right where one would stake him. The man is Kindred BP 3

"I am trying to be a model prisoner here," He states to Marcus in a voice that is self important. "- yet what was that? That was just embarassing."
The Beasts of the Kindred can feel one another.

The man stooped himself, bending his back before Alessandra.
"I have surrendered myself." A look at Marcus. "I see you are the one who commands respect. I am William Kendall."

To Alessandra, his tone is respectful. He carefully does not mention any information that would breach the Masquerade.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer was dressed in a black outfit, tailored for her frame. Her neck was carefully obscured with black fabric. Jennifer gave a small nod towards Marcus and one for the Alder Prince. Yet she was mindful of what could be spoken in this place.
“Good evening.” She spoke. A glance to the prisoner. Her Beast wished to rend him apart. She stared at him for a moment. The Nosferatu carefully placed the Beast back within its’ cage.

Jennifer lifted her gaze and looked around Marcus. He had brought in the prisoner alone.
“Shall we go in that one entrance?” A look to the Prince.

[Marcus Roman]

A nod to Jenna and a slower more drawn out one, comparatively speaking, to the Prince as her Beast washes over him. He pushed his own monsters response deep down, with no time to wrestle internally he did his best. He did not engage with the unknown kindred despite deep down part of him was agreeing. Marcus and Helen go back a ways, and he respects his clans Whip...but that was an unfortunate series of events...Instead he stood in his combat boots, black jeans and Iron Maiden: Fear of the Dark tour shirt with the sleeves ripped off feeling under dressed but alert. He held strong on the Kindreds handcuffs still, despite the stooping. Should his captive try anything foolish, the Roman was ready...Not that the Prince would need his help.

As Jenna bid the group good evening he replied "Interesting evening." Short and simple and non-threatening to the Masquerade. Then the Savage waited in soldier mode for further directions.