Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 6:51:21 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 6:55:22 PM)
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Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 6:55:35 PM)
(First up, Auspex + Nothing, Diff 8. Then we can start :) )

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 6:56:24 PM)
My Auspex Score?

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 6:56:25 PM)
))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 6:56:33 PM)
Just roll that diff 8?))

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 6:56:52 PM)
(Yup)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 6:57:29 PM)
11/22/11 23:57:15 Amaryllis DeCuir rolls 3 dice vs. diff of 8 to Auspex: 7, 9, 4 : 1 successes

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 6:58:37 PM)
*The night of the auction. Things went well and the clean up has begun. There are some things, naturally, that aren't left to the mortal cleaners... The collection box, the money, the IOU's, the price list and the guest list. We wouldn't want those in mortal hands. The last of the cold, thirsty corpses leaves the door, leaving you alone with the glowing pleasure of having hosted a good night out. There's nothing left to do at this hour except head home and find shelter for the day... Maybe there's time for a drink, should something present itself...*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:03:55 PM)
The Toreador had counted the markers and the cash and smirked inwardly, money wasn't what it used to be, but it would help her attain her goal, and right now Amaryllis wanted to drag her name out of the dirt and gain back her prestige within her Clan, pleasing her Elder with a donation to rebuild the Wavecrest was a start. She left the Hemingway Suite closing the door behind her moving down the corridor to the front lobby of the Hotel.

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:04:58 PM)
*A car is waiting for you, as always, ready to take you back to your haven... But... There's something a little off. You can't put your finger on it, but something is bothering you... It's not the car! It's not the driver... It's something else.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:18:54 PM)
(( may I roll to check what it is thats off or bothering or is that what I already rolled )) Rylie approached the car, eyes flickering up the street in the Quarter. She frowned slightly gazing at the vehicle before reaching forward to open the back passenger side door.

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:20:14 PM)
((The roll is the "Auspex Warning" roll... With only 1 sux, you know somethings off but you don't know what. It isn't... Deadly... Else your hackles would REALLY rise, but it's 'wrong'. You'll need to let me know WHAT you're doing to check for the 'wrong' thing... Like: "I look around the street", or "I go through my purse", or "I take off all my clothes and check myself for bugs.")

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:21:57 PM)
(( shes looking around and up the street while grasping for the cars handle))

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:22:09 PM)
(Perc + Alerntess, Diff 6 :) )

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:26:40 PM)
11/23/11 00:25:22 Amaryllis DeCuir rolls 5 dice vs. diff of 6 to Per + Alert: 3, 2, 5, 4, 3 : Failed

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:26:49 PM)
*The cold metal of the handle gives easily, letting the car door open with a click. Your eyes scan the street easily, taking in details and faces... Nothing familar, nothing out of place. Still, this is why Caine gave the Toreador Auspex... Maybe that would help? At the moment everything looks fine. Paranoid makes some things stand out where, on an intellectual level, you know they shouldn't. You could easily convince yourself that a person was staring at you and looked away quickly... But who can blame them? With the power of your Presence and your natural allure, they would be hard pressed not too!*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:30:23 PM)
She frowned more, she couldn't put her finger on what was off. She gazed into the car at the driver and then moved to slide in. Her lip slid between two even rows of teeth as she continued to look around. She checked the money in her hands and slid it into her pocket book. Has she forgotten her keys again? She frowned and couldn't shake off the paranoia, then again, with so many enemies it was hard not to feel constantly plagued. She spoke softly her native drawl speaking an address. "54 Marquis Terrace..." It was not DeCuirs haven... but another Kindred.

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:31:35 PM)
Yus, miss. *Answers the accented driver, pulling out into the street. Thou the feeling niggles at you, tthe drive itself is uneventful. The driver doesn't ask why they aren't going home, instead pulling up outside the haven of?...*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:34:02 PM)
It was unimportant who's haven it was, she had a note to deliver first. Slipping out she moved to the door and placed a note between the door and the weatherstripping. Turning she moved back and got back inside. "754 Dryades..." She finally asked for her Haven.

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:35:48 PM)
*After dropping off the note and getting back into the car you are finaly on your way home. Once again there is little worthy of mention... Sirens wail as you pass an ambulance going the other way, followed by a police car. Nothing you wouldn't expect to see in New Orleans. Their flashing lights play off your pale skin for a moment as they move past at break neck speeds... Before long that is nothing but a memory and you are putting away your clothes and goods for the night, ready to rest for the span of the mortal day*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:38:54 PM)
Rylie slid into the cellar suite, it was closed off from daylight. She sat down next to the bed and thought about the nights events. LaSalle had been targeted by many of the participants this evening and even she had been curious about it.

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:40:03 PM)
*The sun must be rising outside, you can feel the beast stiring.... It drives your body to slow and start to collapse... If you don't sleep now it will take over and make a mess of your haven seeking the most secure place it can from the sun.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:41:24 PM)
She moved to were she slept and bore down for the day. Oblivion came within a few short minutes.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:41:33 PM)
where*

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:43:06 PM)
*But tonight it was twisted and strange... You can't be sure if you dream normally, but tonight are know you do! You 'awaken' in the Wavecrest... It's shattered, nothing but dust and ash after the fire that had gutted it. Outside you can see the rest of the world still ablaze, a raging inferno that threatens to swallow everything. The theater has already tasted the wrath of the flames. So too, sadly, have you. Your skin is ruined and black, your hair gone and your bones exposed...*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:47:29 PM)
The horror of seeing herself as such was painful....screams ripped through dreams to reality as the fire scared you. This was no dream, it was a nightmare. If she knew how to wake up, she most certainly would attempt.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:47:41 PM)
fire scared her*

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:49:12 PM)
*There was no escape from this nightmare... Not yet!! Instead flames licked at your feet, coming to life from the ashes as you screamed. Their heat whips at you, but your already seered flesh makes it hard to feel the damage it must be doing. Looking down as you try to dance aside from the fire, you see that this is no random creation... This fire is the letter "D"... And there are more flames, but you are to close to them to make out the letters. You need to be higher.*

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:51:47 PM)
She looked around, how could she get up and away. Her screams continued to rip from her and she gazed around quickly looking for a route or escape.

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:52:01 PM)
(( well.. Don is being a douchetastic bastard and I have to go ))

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:52:10 PM)
(Wait wait)

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:52:31 PM)
(The fire says: "You may rebuild. That is my Donation. Don't anger me again or the flames will take everything you love")

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:52:34 PM)
(Okay, go!)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:53:24 PM)
((=hugs- will be back for court if he doesn't spazz like a fuckin baby ))

Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:53:30 PM)
(righto)

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:53:30 PM)
(( <3 ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (Nov 22, 2011 7:53:32 PM)
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Nasty Wet Smear (Nov 22, 2011 7:53:37 PM)
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