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Martha watched a few Kindred enter, wander to rooms and otherwise be engaged in seemingly important tasks. She blinks as she sits back down. Not beign sufficently regular, Martha fails to notice the absence of the Herd, but looks about to familiarise herself with what is regular and routine.
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Victoria descended the stairs to court and noticed the distict lack of people or the typically present herd. She wore a dark, almost black, blue evening dress. Around her neck was the choker that she had worn several times before and around her left wrist she wore a silver bracelet with amber stones. As she walked her heals clicked on the hard floor while she made her way to the court proper and to see who had decided to attend tonight.
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Hearing the click clack of high heels, this gets Martha's attention...even the pace and echo of these heels spoke of something...sleek and powerful coming. Martha edges on her seat to get a look at the arrival...her eyes wide, her mouth forms an O of impressed awe. This lady was...stunning! Martha watches amazed as she sees the perfection of Victoria...studying her walk, her style...it takes Martha a few moments before she stands and...bashfully, offers the lady a stiff legged curtsy and respectful nod of the head. Martha takes time to study Victoria's shoes...wondering if she too could or should get a pair....no, she scolds herself, Sheer vain folly! She thinks.
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*Max nods his head to the Ventrue but says nothing unless she speaks first.*
"Actually, i'm looking to invest in the city's film industry, if that doesn't cause any problems. I will be discreet, of course." he replies.
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"Of course," Heathcliff repeats, nodding slightly. "Sacramento doesn't have nearly the size or legitimacy of the film industry as Los Angeles, you understand. But so long as you aren't trying to operate a business, its really not my concern." The Seneschal is suspicious of Zeren's stated purpose. It seemed an awful long way to America from Istanbul just to get sit on set of some high-budget skin flicks. "Zeren Aslan, Daeva of the Invictus, you are Acknowledged within the Domain of Prince Asa Clarke, with all due rights and responsibilities thereof. I'd like your contact information before you leave." Heathcliff sets pen and paper in front of Zeren then leans back in his chair.
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Larry approached the door to the building, Avalon. He didnt know much about Sacramento, and even less about the Kindred here. But he could tell this was where court was being held.
Avoiding the increasing pain he felt, his need for vitae burning a hole in his inside, he entered the building. He had bought a suit just for meeting the other Kine in the city. A pin-striped, black suit, perfectly hand tailored, easily several hundred dollars. A deep-red tie blazed on his chest, both making him feel more at ease and, just maybe, setting some of the others on edge.
Not knowing who to approach first, he figured he would start with the most attractive. He set his eyes on the lady with the choker and the wrist bracelet, and stepped over to her. "Excuse me, maam? May i have a moment of your time? My name is Mr. Overwood and I am new to Sacramento. I do not wish to break any laws that may be in place, or to be poaching, would you be able to tell me who i should talk to?"
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Kreighton stepped into Avalon from the streets, having put out a cigarette down the street before he walked up to the establishment. He wore a deep blue blazer, with a black muscle shirt and a pair of perfectly pressed black slacks; his hair hung down across his shoulders, and a silver, elaborately made cross, encrusted with several rubies, lays against his chest.
He was starving; that was obvious as he stopped himself from snarling at the sight of open necks and visible veins on most people. He felt the pull of other beasts, though he couldn't quite make out where it came from in the crowd. He wished he'd had more time than to just make a stop at the convent he was told of, but unfortunately it was not as easy as that to make one's way into a new city.
After watching a few he had spotted from the bar, still resisting the urge to just seduce the next person to sit next to him, he followed them to where they seemed to gather, and came down the steps, looking for what could be considered some kind of security, and introduced himself, with only a tinge of German dialect coloring his voice, "Guten Abend, kind sir, but I am, as they might say, new, and from my information, this is where I should be. Am I correct?"
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Martha sits back down...seeing a few others enter, she stands again...ready to curtsy...but the arrivals have no need of such acknowledgements: ignoring her as they pursue other encounters.
Hearing the German accent, Martha pauses, about to sit back down with a heavy sigh, she rubs very hard at her lame leg...wondering if she should interupt. Uncertain, tiny Martha gets up and limps heavily over to Kreighton, tries a shy smile of greeting...waits to see if an official representative of the Court helps Kreighton first before she talks...she'd hate to stomp on any protocols!
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*Max nods to the new arrival, fighting back a smile at the German accent. Unlike Martha, it seems the Mekhet has fond memories of the Meisters.* You will want Mr Staley's office. You're not the first of the night, so there is a bit of a wait I would imagine. You'll find him around that corner... *He motions towards the right angle of the walls within the Court.* I'm Deputy Heinz, by the way; Mr...
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