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FITZZ wrote: @ Everyone...

Yes each of you has a mini to represent their character..but it's not very individulized.

all police are Praetorians,Pinkerton is a Praetorian Officer.
All Werewolves are Plaugebeares.
Vamps are represented by some unpainted Daemonettes.
And Hunters are my sons Space Marine Command sqaud.

Great job!

so no female sob for vegas

But read the event....its all good too bad my scent didn't catch. Luckily for me colt is awesome and even makes snidy remarks as he dodges a werewolf, talk about beeing a real man.

sillyboy wrote:so no female sob for vegas

But read the event....its all good too bad my scent didn't catch. Luckily for me colt is awesome and even makes snidy remarks as he dodges a werewolf, talk about beeing a real man.

Yeah...I'm sort of seeing Colt as a cross between Clint Eastwood in "Grand Torino" and Bobby from Supernatural..

(OOC: Very nice. Glad I could be of some help.)

IC:

Gunfire erupted above in the hospital as Lucas was exiting the main lobby on the ground floor. An alarm started to blare and armed hospital security rushed passed him on their way to the stairwells and elevators while hospital staff did their best to get out of their way and figure out what was going on.

He grinned to himself, for with all this confusion that had been set about, he had little doubt that he would make a quick and clean escape.

The van pulled around to the side as Murry brought it to a quick halt which made the tires squeal. Lucas quickly hopped into the passenger side of the van and glanced once more up at the window to the room where he had just exited from. The window was spider webbed from a bullet impact, and with his senses he could vaguely see the shadowy form of the good detective through the window. Lucas smiled and paused for a moment before the van sped off onto the main road and disappeared into the flow of morning commuter traffic.

"Head for home Murry. We have things that we must attend to before nightfall."

Murry nodded and fished around his Wendy's bag for another handful of french fries. Apparently he had hit a drive through while waiting for him. Lucas laughed a little at the site of the half baked hippy struggling to keep the poorly maintained van on the road while picking fry sauce from his unkempt beard. He reached into his pocket and checked the phone and saw the missed call from Pinkerton. He quickly sent a text to the man:

One down, many more to go. The greater balance will be restored. Stay out of my way and i'll stay out of yours.

On the horizon, the sun crept its way up over the mountains casting its warm touch far and wide.

I'm happy you caught the essence of my char without me ever saying it

@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

sillyboy wrote:@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

My character believes in a greater balance between the three groups. If there is balance, all three can co-exist with ease. He also has his own personal agenda and is looking out for himself, however that may come about.

jp400 wrote:

sillyboy wrote:@jp

Just out of interest... why are you helping the hunters.... Is it to protect yourself or...?

My character believes in a greater balance between the three groups. If there is balance, all three can co-exist with ease. He also has his own personal agenda and is looking out for himself, however that may come about.

Balance is overrated...loads shotgun , sorry happy with my first kill.

Ok my little Night prowlers...

I'm going to go do some painting and try to cook for my young-uns.

I'll be checking back latter tonight and adding more here and there...but for now.

Pinkerton is in the Hallway talking with Hospital security...explaining how they'd come to check on Colt and found Hanks in his room brandishing a pistol...forceing them to..regreatably ..have to shoot Hanks.

The Body of Sandra Casey has been discovered ,murdered in her holding cell..

Sergeant Ellis has discovered "documents" on the body of Rasputian..( and hands off of Ellis...for now...He's esentail to several ideas I have and can't be uncerimoniusly murdered by one of you blood thirsty lot)..

Other than that...Pinkerton will have some questions for Vegas concerning Hawthorne....

Back soon Guys and Ghouls.

Can't wait.......figurativly, my bed demands me to sleep

OOC: I'm now in the present time- It took 3 or so days of avoiding being spotted, and sneaking around to get into town.

Empire city. It wasn't quite the way the postcards had shown it. Instead of glittering spires of glass and ceramic, piercing the skyline, it was instead skyscrapers, dull and grey, clawing towards the stars. Even from the distance, from the suburbs, it was an eyesore. But, it was going to be Ryans home, hopefully for a long time. Sighing to himself, he ducked under a low hanging branch, and jogged carefully across a grassy lawn in the dusky moonlight. With distinct care, Ryan looked down the streets, searching for any signs of people going for a night stroll, or a moonlit drive. Apparently satisfied, he jogged back down to the tree, where Holly was propped up. It was as he had feared; her injuries had been healing at an unnatural rate, indicating it had taken hold. She had been unconscious for the first day, and so she had been blissfully bereft of the pain that was associated with the changes taking place in her body, but when she woke, how she had screamed, moaned, how her body shook from the agony. She looked up at him as he returned, with a look of hatred, and exhaustion. Wordlessly, she let him pick her up, and help her down the road. Ryan seemed to be acutely aware of his surroundings, and would repeatedly leave her alone for less than a minute at a time, whilst he scouted out his surroundings. But he would always come back, and they would always carry on, staggering through the darkened driveways of peoples houses. Eventually, after what felt like several hours of on off searching, they headed up the driveway of a archetypal Suburb house carefully walking past the expensive car parked in the drive. Upon reaching the front door, Ryan reached up, and rang the doorbell.

Several seconds passed, and then the door was opened, and a man, in his early 30s stood there, obviously a successful business man, judging from his attire. He looked surprised at first, and then concerned.

"Hey big brother."

Vampires and werewolves were everywhere, snapping their fingers as they approached each other in an alley. Soon the two leaders from each group began a dialogue that Andy couldn't understand. Soon fighting broke out as the two groups began to do flips and spins while a drummer banged on his cymbals and built up anticipation for the resolution of the conflict. Then the alley gave way and the entire group fell through to land in candyland, a gingerbread man ran through the group yelling "DON'T SLEEP, DON'T SLEEP!". The two groups were confused by the gingerbread man, but decided to sleep despite the warning from the gingerbread man.

They began to die in their sleep as their nightmares became true and affected their real life. A burnt gingerbread man wearing thimbles on each hand with five sharp candycanes protruding from each. The burnt gingerbread man revealed himself to be Freddy Cookie to one of the vampires before he killed him in his dream and therefor in real life.

Tim Burton then closed his notebook, happy with the dialogue and actions. The cover betrayed the title of the screenplay he had written; "Nightmare on Cherry Lane" is what it read. Andy then shot Tim Burton in the foot and grabbed the screenplay before mounting his flying jar of smucker's raspberry preserves and making a daring escape.

Then suddenly zombies everywhere, they rained from the sky, came from the ground, erupted from volcanoes, and even emerged from the secret portal in Atlantis.

It was a good dream for Andy.

...Just for that Nachos... Andy gets a free re-roll on any failed save...

And Atlas is still living peacefully in his cave with Rose.

Brilliant.

Hahaha, they will never find me!

But I should do something soon...

... can't... resist... bloodlust!

Go on then. Carry on exploiting the benefits you have at the moment, until one day, you find yourself backed into a corner, and there's no way out, and you can only remember how good times were before you ruined everything with your own selfishness.

Longinus smiled at Isaac. He had gotten a large silver SUV with blacked out windows and two 9mm pistols with 2 mags each for Suzie. This as well as 3 newspapers. Each was plastered with news of a slaughter at the police station, adn tales of possibly 'supernaturals' involved in the killings. One also reported that Officer Hank Aron had died in hospital, but an eye witness had reported a struggle, gunshots and screaming and the idea of a 'werewolf'.
It seems that the others in this city can't keep themselves quiet or emotley disguised. Soon we will have to makes our move, or it will be too soon. SUZIE, we're going into the SUV, get yer guns.
A sound of Suzie scampering about could be heard as Issac followed Longinus up out of the sewer in the SUV parked in the alley.

OOC: They will be driving around town every night. @Fitzz it's your descion if they see anything on the first two nights, (Before Suzie throws a hissy fit)

@ LArkin...

I may throw a few things your way,but ultimamitly ..what Longinus,Suzie and Issac encounter/interact with/opt to do is entirely up to you.

Sorry had kinda forgot about poor old Hawthorne.

BIC.
Hawthorne paced around the cellar he was locked in, mercifully there were no windows only a heavily reinforced door, it seemed he had not been the first captive of this room. The vampire wondered what was on the other side, he had noticed that the hunters who had captured him had long since left, perhaps an escape was in order?!

He put his ear against the door, with some concentration he would be able to discern the vibrations of any human heartbeats on the other side. Nothing. It was resolved, he would enact an escape at nightfall.

It was only a matter of time before Stelek or indeed Pontius would seek him out. Luckily Sindri had few friends or allies bar the creatures that once shared his sewer nests. He had to get back to his phone to check if the informant had attempted contact again. There was a small chance they could offer him a means of excape from this wretched city.

Matt Crossman paced restlessly in the Police stations restrooms,he had never been a very patient man...and as the minutes ticked by he grew more and more agitated ..
" C'mon.." Crossman muttered to himself checking his watch for the hundreth time in the past five minutes...
The Restroom door swung open slowly and a young officer ,the same one who'd delivered the strange package to Pinkerton,entered...
He carried yet another package in hand,this one being much smaller.
Crossman rushed to the Officer.." Is that it...is that..?
" It's a copy.." The young man said..." Best I could do...if the original turned up missing...well...Pinkerton wouldn't rest until someones ass fried."
Crossman nodded reaching for the small bundle..which the officer snatched out of reach.
" Money first " The young man said eyeing Crossman..
" Oh...yeah...of course.." Crossman laughed tightly handing a wad of cash to the young man.
The officer quickly counted the bills..." Five hundred?...you said a thousand...wheres the rest?"
" When I'm sure it's worth it...you get the other half.." Crossman said with a small rat like smile.
" Feth you then.." The Officer said turning for the door...
" Wait!...wait!" Crossman said rushing behind the man pulling more bills from his wallet.

Several moments later,sitting in his luxary car,Crossman quickly unwrapped the package.." Damn well better be worth a grand..." he muttered as he inserted the DvD copy into his dash video player...
Crossman watched for a minute...seeing the confrontation between a couple,who'd taken an officer hostage...and Investigator Collins and some Officers.." Not bad..."Crossman thought...but not worth the money he'd shelled out...suddenly Crossman froze...on the small screen of his DvD player...a startiling transfermation began to take place....first with the woman...than the man...
Crossmans jaw fell open as he watched the couples bodies contort and reform into two giant wolves ..."Holy Gak!!" Crossman said punching the rewind button...again he witnessed the same transformation...followed by the brutal slaying of Collins and several cops by the...creatures...
" Hero Cops Slaughtered by Werewolves.." Crossman whispered..." My God...I'm going to be rich...rich and famous".
Crossman paused...his mind racing...no way was he going local with this...no way...he was going to parlay this little bit of video gold into a very lucritive future...
He started the BMWs engine and pulled out of the police station parking lot...heading for his apartment.


Crossman now has a copy of the Werewolf attack on the Police Station.
Fortunately...he's a greedy self centered bastard...so he's more interested in gaining fame and fortune with the DVD than running straight to the news room with it,so he's headed to his apartment to start wheeling and dealing...

Now..no one has anything to gain by Crossman showing this video...
If the public see's it...there's going to be general panic..not good for the cops or Hunters.
If the Hunter network at large see's it...even though they are aware of it's content,they will triple their efforts,and resources in Empire City and the surounding areas...in short the Vamps and Wolves there will be totally fethed..
And of course the video would go international...forever removing any chance at secrecy for Wolves and making surviving very hard for Vamps as well.

So...it's in everyones best interest that Crossman NOT get the Video into the hands of the Major Media ...

@ Perkustin...

Keep in mind that Oliver has informed Detective Pinkerton about you and about the fact that the Hunters were holding you.
Also..it appears to me that Pontius may want you dead or captured.

What's the game time? Might be good to start planning the escape.

Field Commander Nash of the FBI pulled into the rear parking area of the Empire City Police Department,Several Cars pulling in alongside of his.
Nash climbed from his vehicle,the car lifting noticeable as he exited,Nash was a gaint of a man..who'd consider a carer in Pro Football before opting for law enforcement,towered over his field officers.
His second in command,a diminutive fussy little man named Stollie rushed up " We're running behind schedule Sir.." he said flipping through a stack of papers as he did.
" Relax Stollie.." Nash said with an air of confidence reservered for one who see's himself as the hero of every story " We're here now...so let's get inside and set up our station...I'll want to talk with this...Detective Pinkerton as well."
Stollie nodded and scampered of into the station,several FBI field officers in tow.
Nash streatched ,feeling his spine crackle...he glanced around .." What a dump." he thought strolling towards the police station entrance like John Wayne arriving to rescue an embattled wagon train.

FBI Agent Nash and a half dozen field agents have arrived in Empire City.
Nash is cockey,arrogent and always gets his suspect...the man is relentless and commands respect,he intends to orginazie extensive searches throughout Empire City and the surrounding areas.
A single call from Nash can mobilize an army of field agents and support teams.
His presence in Empire City represents a HUGE problem for Vampires,Werewolves and to a lesser degree Hunters.

Perkustin wrote:What's the game time? Might be good to start planning the escape.

Game time is 10:00 AM...

I don't see the reason why we should stop him

sillyboy wrote:I don't see the reason why we should stop him

Nash or Crossman??

Crossman

I'll better run away from Nash seeing as i'm not a real fed.

Hmm..Part of the reason Hunters would want to prevent Crossman from exposing the Video is that,as a general rule,Hunters opperate in secreacy...and in their own way wish to preserve the illiusion of "normalacy" for the public at large..
the are making extreame sacrifices of themselves in order to allow "everyday" folk to exist in "blissful ignorance" of the things that go bump in the night...all the while protecting those same people...
Panic and exposuser of the "truth" wouldn't aid the Hunters..it would only make a difficult job even more difficult...

yea, i know, but i can dream of a worlwide extermination, can't I.

sillyboy wrote:yea, i know, but i can dream of a worlwide extermination, can't I.

...Of course you can... ..

Just as a matter of interest,my "Hunter Back story" is one that,in the "Dark Ages",Hunters were widely known to exist...as were Vampires and Werewolves.
Armies of Hunters scoured the land destroying Vampire,Werewolf and "All Creatures of the Devil",burning whole villages and towns to the ground in an attempt to purge the world of the "unholy."...
But in time..Corruption amongst the Hunter Hiearchy spread....Towns were raided for personal agendas...people burned for defiance...and an inter structure war erupted between the "true" Hunters and those who had become corrupt with power.
At the end of this great conflict...it was decided that the Order of Hunters would no longer opperate in the publics eye...would remain small and self governing...and would value secrecy over all.

Nice

Still wondering who the 'leaders' are tho ......could be interesting.....