Delirious. (Jul 2, 2011 12:02:33 AM)
The lid to the crate was not going to come off without a crowbar or Lowell using the strength his blood had given him, but listed on the side of the containers was the paperwork that stated there were two small fragile objects within but oddly not what exactly it was. The crate itself was quite light when he'd lifted it which let the Assamite know whatever it was, it was something that would likely be alot easier to carry outside the crate then with.

Delirious. (Jul 2, 2011 12:02:40 AM)
[brb grabbing my sons dinner]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:06:22 AM)
*he carrys the crate to his car and pops the crate open with his tire iron, at the same time he opens his hidden compartment in his car, and pushes in the cars lighter*

Delirious. (Jul 2, 2011 12:11:28 AM)
Inside the crate were two Monet paintings, the first titled "Impression At Sunrise" which was painted in 1872 by the famous artist, the other "Mme Monet and Her Son" which had no date. Not knowing much about the industry of art Lowell could only guess at the amount these two might be worth. Both were wrapped carefully in bubblewrap so as to not damage the canvas or its paint.

Delirious. (Jul 2, 2011 12:12:31 AM)
(This user is now known as Delirious -DND-)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:18:45 AM)
[test]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:19:35 AM)
*he gently pulls out the paintings and hides them in the compartment, takes the packing slip and double checks the box to make sure there is nothing else inside. if there is nothing else he will shut up his car before driving away calmly*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:23:17 AM)
The paintings tucked safely away, Lowell leaves the wharf without problem, driving toward whatever destination he had in mind. Along the way however, he catches sight of something unusual. Parked at a gas station thats closed, is a white pickup truck. It sits idling for a moment until the door the passengers side opens up and as Lowell begins to pass, he turns his head in time to see a body being pushed out of the vehicle which now backs up and drives away in the opposite direction hes going in. The body lays there, naked, under the lights of the gas station pumps though he can no longer see it, since hes now passed it completely.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:27:00 AM)
*he sighs and slows down and watches it in his rearview mirrior trying to get some of the plate number or at least year, make, and model of the truck. once its gone he pulls into the station to check on the person*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:30:55 AM)
There was no surprise that the truck was missing its plates as it zoomed off from the gas station. Lowells guess was a Toyota since the pick up was smaller then normal and lower to the ground. As the assamite turns around and heads back to the station, he sees the body has not moved from where it was tossed out. Getting closer, he can see the mop of long, dirty blonde hair which is completely disheveled and hiding the face of the individual. He can see it is a very petite, pale female, her body full of bruises and sores, covered in filth.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:34:41 AM)
shit you have to be kidding me... Maam who did this to you? whats your name? can you focus for me

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:37:51 AM)
The smell of vomit and blood hit Lowell once he was out of his car and approached the woman. Rolling her over he could see the dribble of green puke coming out of the side of her mouth, the rest already in her hair which clung to her cheek. Looking her over he could see the number of bite marks on the poor mortal, all of which were vampiric and left upon her to bleed the woman out so she'd die, which she was very close to doing already. He would be unable to take her to a hosptial now with the masquerade breech laying there infront of him. [Roll Alertness + Perception, Diff 6 for me]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:41:46 AM)
shit you have to be kidding me *he looks around swearing to himself his hand drifts to his pistol*

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:42:13 AM)
(3 successes)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:46:11 AM)
His gaze continues to look the woman over and he notices the vast amount of needle marks on her arms, ankles, neck and even thighs as her body twitches periodically. Her eyes open for the briefest of moments, revealing beautiful aqua colored orbs before they roll into the back of her head and close again. From the looks of it, she was used as a means to get high for whatever vampire(s) did this to her though, by the age of some of the markings, Lowell can see this womans either been kept as a blood bag for awhile or was a junkie long before this happened to her.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:48:00 AM)
*he sighs and looks down at her* fuck what do i do...(can any vampire seal bite marks?)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:49:21 AM)
[They can if its their own.]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:52:52 AM)
(ok thats what i thought and ill try)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 12:55:00 AM)
"sahjga, mmagh.." The woman mutters incoherently, her head rolling back and forth against the concrete, rubbing the grit and grime on the ground into her hair more then it already was. He had to make a choice, leave her here or take her with him.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 12:59:37 AM)
*he looks down at her the blood welling out of her wounds spreads like a fire in his mind , after less then a few seconds he jumps up and pops the back of his jeep spreading a tarp and runs back to her and sets her on top of the tarp* dont worry im going to try and get you help ok just hang on ok *he runs around to the driver door his feet sliping slightly but jumps in and drives as fast as he can without getting pulled over and makes for court knowing that she will have useful knowledge and hoping they can help the woman*

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:03:12 AM)
(christ i failed)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:04:41 AM)
As Lowell drives, he passes a couple motels, ones he's used before to hide out, that are quiet and the people who run it keeping to themselves. The thought may or may not dawn on him that it was also a good place to go since the only Elysium now available to Lowell was The Calypso and it was a friday night, when it would be hopping with mortals. [fuck it. LOL]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:15:03 AM)
(see i would call the sheriff but hes not on so i have no idea how to deal with this) *He quickly pulls into the motel the tires skidding as he pulls to a stop as he runs back to check on her pulling out his phone to call the sheriff, toreodor primogen or even the brujah primo hoping someone answers. he looks back in at her hoping in what is left of his heart that she is alive*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:16:36 AM)
[Thats the whole point of me running this scene. To put Lowell in a very awkward spot and see how he deals with it. Its great character growth! ;) ]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:18:14 AM)
(yeah im sitting here scrounging my mind for a way he can save her without ghouling but im starting to think that may be the only way)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:21:11 AM)
He could hear her sputter in the back of his jeep as she attempted to speak again, gurgling on puke that she'd again spit up when the Jeep was moving. Looking back, he could see her fingers twitch, a hand raise ever so briefly before it fell back down. Whoever it was, whatever she was on and whatever theyd done, she was fighting to survive. If anything, the mortal would provide a place to clean her up and see how bad she really was beneath all the filth. Lowell could see the chubby redheaded man behind the counter inside, watching what appeared to be porn but as the assamites car pulled in, he changed the channel to something else.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:23:51 AM)
*he runs in the bells to the door ringing and hands him some cash that is double the cost for a room* i need a room, i wasnt here, and you saw nothing understand?

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:27:46 AM)
"$30.00 for the room, $100 for me not seein' anything. I understand completely." He nodded, knowing the drill since Lowell was not very likely the only one that asked him that question. Slipping the bill, which was to be paid now, and a key along the countertop toward Lowell, he waited to be paid.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:34:22 AM)
*he rips the key off the counter and flys back to his car the office door opening with a slam. as he runs to the car lowell hopes that he can save her, hopes that he can do anything and pulls the back open helping her up and with a slam and a beep he locks the car, lowell quickly ushers her in and straight for the bathroom*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:35:43 AM)
[After paying correct?]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:36:18 AM)
(of cource)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:39:44 AM)
She was light as a feather when he picked her up, her head and limbs limp in his arms as he carried the woman inside. she mumbled again though it was just a jumble of sounds. As he entered the bathroom, about to put her down, he felt something warm against his pants, it taking a moment for him to realize she was pissing and it happened to be hitting his pants.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:41:57 AM)
(perception roll to see if this is he dieing?)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:42:10 AM)
[Not anymore then she was already.]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:47:43 AM)
(ok) *he sets her lightly in the tub turning on the water to wash out her wounds, with a groan he pulls off his shirt and shreads it wrapping her wounds trying to stem the bleeding*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:52:14 AM)
The water in the tub was grey in very little time from all the dirt on the womans skin but slowly, it began to wash away. As it did, he could see her better. She was a gorgeous girl despite the thinness of her from the amount of drug use she'd been doing. It was clear to Lowell from the needle marks, now that they were cleaner, she'd been on drugs for a long time, the bruises on her arms and ankles literally bruises over bruises. He guessed she was about 96lbs and severly underweight. Once the bite marks were cleaned and dressed, theyd have a chance to clot but Lowell could see she'd lost at least 4 pints of blood, likely more, and wouldnt last the night without help.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 1:55:11 AM)
*Lowell starts patting down her pockets for a wallet or any kind of ID, hoping if he could find out who she was mabey hhe could save her life hoping she didnt have children*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 1:56:39 AM)
[she was naked remember?]

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:00:41 AM)
As the warmth of the bath relaxed twitching muscles, the girls head rolled to one side, laying her head against the tub. Her eyes fluttered open through the mess of wet hair. "Ss...ssav....mmmm.....e." She whispered to Lowell, those stunning eyes looking right at him briefly before they closed again as she heaved over the side of the tub onto the floor.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:01:43 AM)
(no i didnt) *Lowell hold his head* where do i get blood...i dont even know her name much less her blood type...Shit im trying im trying (would ghouling her dave her?)

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:01:48 AM)
(*save)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:02:05 AM)
[More then likely, yep. The blood would heal her wounds.]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:08:13 AM)
(ah ok i wasnt sure) *lowell sits quietly next to her an inner conflict warring within him* Fuck me and my humanity *he stands up and takes a plastic cup biting into his own wrist allowing some of his blood to flow into the cup the horrible copper smell filling the room. once he put enough blood into the cup he returns to her side knowing he is going to regret this but he cant just let her die...that and mabey he can help her get off drugs. He leans over her* Miss you have to drink this, its going to taste terrible but its the only way i know to save you *with that he puts the cup to her lips the red of his blood staining her lips *

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:08:31 AM)
(hmm i worded that poorly)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:14:14 AM)
The shit that came out of her was disgusting, greenish yellow bile falling from between her lips a moment before she gasped for air afterward and lay her head back down on the side of the tub. As Lowell went to the leave the room, the young woman flailed, making a desperate but failed attempt to grab him as she didnt want to be left alone, knowing what was happening to herself he suspected. When he came back with the blood, it was difficult getting any of it down the womans throat but once he finally did, once the magic of the blood had made its way into her, she slow began to drink it down.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:18:14 AM)
*he sighs and leans his head aginst the wall hoping beyond hope that he got to her in time, hoping that she is only a ghoul, hoping that he didnt just sign his own death warrent because as close as his clan is he also knows the elder wont even pause to kill him*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:22:58 AM)
The blood was drunk with only a bit of it spilled and she began to shiver as the bath water began to cool. She seemed to become a little more lively though, her bruised appendiges beginning to slowly be able to move with some bit of control. From what he guessed, if he were to keep this woman and help her to health, he would have to feed her for many days to come and keep her safe and secret here in the motel or elsewhere. Bringing her to anyone else would now be risky after he'd given her his blood, risky of the elder finding out. It was getting late as well and he would have to start thinking about what he would do when Dawn came.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:25:41 AM)
(is she a ghoul or vamp?) *he leans his head aginst the wall asking himself what did he do, he wanted to save her, to find out who did this, but at what cost*

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:26:17 AM)
[ghoul. she'd have to be completely drained of blood down to 1pt and then fed blood to become a vampire.]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:26:50 AM)
(ah ok)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:27:08 AM)
[brb I have to put my son to bed.]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:27:16 AM)
(k)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:30:04 AM)
[oh nvm, Im letting him stay up a half hour more lol]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:30:16 AM)
(lol ok)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:31:33 AM)
[We should probably end it here til next time as this will be an ongoing personal storyline for Lowell. Its almost dawn and he'll have to go into day torpor soon while shes zonked out on the bed and hope she survives the day without him lol]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:31:55 AM)
(lol uggh ok)

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:32:17 AM)
[Gives him time to think!]

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:32:36 AM)
when do we want to pick this up

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:32:41 AM)
( )

Delirious -DND- (Jul 2, 2011 2:33:29 AM)
It'll likely be early next week when we do. Monday or Tuesday though Im not 100 certain since Im waiting to here back from a couple players Im trying to schedule stuff with. I'll hit you up on your scene thread.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 2, 2011 2:33:52 AM)
ok

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