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((As requested: what went on behind the curtain at the party.))

I take a look around - Patrick's mingling with the crowd, sweet-talking. All eyes are on him; no one notices me slip to the back of the room. The two ghouls are still guarding the closed curtain, stationary and not speaking a word. "Stay here," I instruct, "and don't let anyone past, you got it?" Both of them nod, almost in unison. I sweep back the drapes, stepping into the makeshift tent.

Annabel is feeding again, though lazily. The young man (I forget his name) half-awake yet seemingly unaware of the vampire clamping her mouth around his wrist. A trickle of blood leaks onto the chaise-longue. Otherwise his neck and arm are covered in bites, dark and congealed. The fresh blood is inviting, but I already fed on someone earlier. Besides, I don't want to get fucked on morphine. If you'll excuse the pun...
So I sit down next to Annabel, and she acknowledges me with a slight moan of satisfaction as she pulls away from the guy's wrist.

"Annabel. You alright?" I inquire, wondering how messed up she still is. When I touch her thigh and she doesn't react, I get my answer.
She looks up at me, eyes misty. "...Dimitri. Yes. I feel much better now..."
"Do you?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes... I feel just - perfect. You have..." she gestures to the boy, now passed out again, "good taste." She finds her joke quite amusing, and giggles.
"I know. You're glad you came to the party, then?"
Annabel nods. "Yes."
"I'm glad, too." My fingertips stroking delicately, the cool flesh of her leg. This time, she notices.
"And what does that mean?" She asks the question flirtily, coyly.
"Oh, nothing. You just look very beautiful tonight." I bite my tongue a little. Not that Annabel's not beautiful, she's just a vindictive bitch. Though it's hilarious that she doesn't seem to recall how much she hates my guts. If I can push her this far...
Surprisingly, she just smiles. "Thank you..."
My lips poised over hers. "If I didn't know better..." I wait for the slap to my face. It doesn't come.

Annabel's tongue curls forward, "Oh, I don't think you do..." Another giggle. Well. This is pretty hilarious...
I take a chance, and our mouths meet. She doesn't hiss, fight, or scream. Just purrs, and it's the sickest joke I've ever made, but I kiss her like we're mortal. Like she's one of the girls I pick up to feed on, or like the girlfriends I had before I was turned. She doesn't realise that I'm laughing for all the wrong reasons. She joins in.
Her hands pull off my jacket, then tease at my shirt buttons. She tugs at them, and I freak out. "This is McQueen," I snap, and she laughs again. I take the liberty of unfastening the buttons, so I'm shirtless, and she rakes her fingernails over my chest. I can't believe how wasted she is. Jesus Christ.
I hear feet outside the curtains, not close, but still. The ghouls are still stood in place. I'm aware that people might miss me; if this is going to go down, it has to be fast. "You want it this way?" I ask her, unhooking my trousers. Hell, I'm asking.
Annabel's hands are under the hem of her dress. Her underwear is purple lace, and drops to the floor around her heels. She kisses me hard. "Why not?" Fair enough. Is this too easy? Probably.

It lasts fifteen minutes. It's forced and cold, but I get some kind of twisted pleasure out of watching her practiced expressions of lust. They're sketched on her face like shadows, she can't feel anything. The harsh contrast between her regular, ice-queen demeanour and feigned passions. She's soft as putty underneath me, and I smirk thinking of her high-and-mighty falsehoods. Weak as a kitten, and it's fucking priceless.
Afterwards, she stretches out on the chaise-longue, eyes closed, the drug still in play. I feel as though I wasn't even here. I dress, and wonder if she's going to pull up her underwear. When she decides to move, that's what she does.
I don't know what to say. Normally I have Karl to usher chicks out of my room. I can't send her out like this.
"I should get back to the party," I explain. "If that's OK."
"Mmm," she replies, flicking her tongue over her lips. Tugging on the sleeve of the guy she was feeding on. "He'll keep me company." She's still laughing. I leave her to it.

From Dimitri's user profile:

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Name: Dimitri Zsarkovsky. Location: Manchester, England. Occupation: Vampire.

[Disclaimer: This is the in-character journal of a V:TR player, namely [info]glittersavvy. Therefore, all entries are completely make-believe. Dimi's 'journal' is presented publically for fellow players/the GM to gain insight into his extracurricular activities and thoughts, however for all intents and purposes it's meant to be his private, personal journal. Out-of-game/character comments are welcomed, though].

P.S. I know vampires can't be seen in photos; this photo of James Franco posing as Dimitri is valid because it would be a self-portrait he took when he was still human (he is a photographer y'know).

I don't know how to embed videos (only post them directly from Youtube to my LJ), but I thought it would be of interest for our Vampire players (and not just an excuse to post videos of Aidan Turner).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Got6Mp8jhQI&feature=channel

This is Mitchell the vampire's 'prequel' from the show Being Human, set in 1964, I think the series in general fits in well with the tone of our Manchester game.

I mean to post more Dimitri vignettes soon.

Character visuals to assist your imaginations.
Dimitri reminds me of a young James Franco, so this is mostly how he would appear in-game:

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For the Character of Kane, he's embracing more of his animal/beast. He's saving up experience points (nearly there) to take the next level in Protean.

Kane can feel the wind blowing through his feathers. Can feel slight changes in the thermals keeping him afloat, soaring high in the bright daylight. Far down below the city streets lie, full of blood, walking around unknowing what’s hunting them from above. His talons itch to tear into the waiting flesh, his beak to be dipping into the blood. The blood lust is overwhelming, the beast within has now taken over, screaming. This must be what it feels to be a god.

The possession must have had a greater impact than he first thought. As the dream fade away he can still feel the blood lust and the animal, the wind and the feathers.

Soon he will soar at night, soon.

Kane looks around the Temple and the devastation left over from the previous night’s ritual;

“How can we destroy these things there must be a way” he mused.

He flexes his wings, no they’re arms.
The beast stirs inside.
Trying to break free.

He needs something, a purpose. Something to ground him before the beast fully takes over. Something is missing.

“Chuck, that’s it, I must go talk to Chuck when all this is done. I need to join a Clan of some sort. A direction that’s what I need!”

A banging at the door breaks Kane away from his thoughts.

Apologies for posting this so late- and for the brevity of this post. Once I get Dina's skills rolled up, she'll be a bit more rounded, I hope.

Dina, whose last name remains ever undisclosed, is a Nosferatu in the Requiem style. Her particular foible is the fact she sweats copiously and constantly. As a result, her hair is continually moist-looking, and sticks to her face. She has a persistent sour smell that permeates the area around her.

She lives in the sewers, can vary from abrasive to shy in terms of demeanour, and has a habit of chewing on her sleeves--all the more disturbing when you consider where her sleeves may have been.

Dina is surprisingly adept with computers, and can hold her own in unarmed combat due to her strength. She prefers not to use her Nightmare ability.

Hi All

Chris has asked me to post here with a brief sketch of my character for the Vampire game. Apologies in advance for the brevity of this post - I've been busier than expected this week; I hate typing; and I tend to discover my RPG characters as I play them. Nevertheless, here are a few things I've worked out already.

- Verity appears to be a slim Caucasian woman in her late twenties or early thirties. As she was only embraced a few months ago, she actually is a slim Caucasian woman in her late twenties or early thirties.
- She's a Mekhet, and a member of the Order of the Crone. Verity is likely a member of the OotC more out of inertia than burning passion - she knows about as much about Vampiric politics as the average man on the street knows about national party politics.
- She works as a tutor at a night school. My current thought is that she teaches self defence courses - mainly to women, though she accepts any willing student who doesn't seem to be an utter tosser. Given my natural tendency to de-prioritise physical stats in RPGs, though, I'm prepared to have Chris tell me this is too implausible, and make her a more bookish teacher.
- In an ideal world, Verity would be a nocturnal avenger, only feeding from muggers, rapists, and other unsavoury types. However, she's already experienced enough to know that a feeding habit like that is (a) hugely impractical, (b) a terrible cliché among Vampiric neonates, and (c) potentially very dangerous if she starts to get noticed. If she sees someone, especially a woman, in physical danger while out at night, however, her instinct is still to come to their aid if she can.

If any more ferments in my mind before tomorrow, I'll post it then.

Name: Karl Kane (the Karl was dropped after the embrace)
Age (at time of embrace): 29
Description: male, Caucasian, Dark shoulder length hair, neatly trimed beard.

Clan: Gangrel
Covenant: The Unaligned

Known Background:

Not much is know of Kane's background before he was taken in the 'Embrace', however what is known is what's important.

Kane worked as an Ambulance Paramedic for Manchester Hospital for a number of years. Three years ago both his parents were killed in a car crash. These were his only family after the tragic death of his yonger sister ten years earlier. After the incident Kane became secluded and started working the night shift at the hospital. Eighteen months ago his girlfriend (and only person he was close to) was horrifically murdered in an alley outside a nightclub in the early hours one morning.

It was this turning event which shattered Kane. He went on long term sick and withdrew himself from the world. Unable to cope he took on a self destructive path, not caring about himself of anything else around him. He drank to excess and frequented the more dubious venues and underground scenes. This is where he met 'Lyra' his eventual sire. In him she saw a darkness, an animal waiting to be unleashed. Someone with no ties and an already wounded soul. She took him as her lover and 'Embraced' him.

This was a year ago.

Since the 'Embrace' Kane quite his job and moved residence, shedding the last ties to his mortal life. He is established now in his own haven in a communal building near the city centre. The building owner is well versed with the covenants and is considered safe. There are several Vampire's with haven's in the building along with many mortal's. With nightlife in this area of the city near the canal, Kane's can go about his business unnoticed.

Kris asked me to write some down-time stuff for Lottie, so I'm starting to keep a diary of her daily life. Btw you don't know how painful it was for me to write these spelling and grammar mistakes.

Lottie's Diary

Some-one told me once that it is fun to keep a d i a r y, I'm not sure be-cause I think only posh folks keep diarys? Be-cause they have intresting things to rite about, like going out to tea and whatnot... and attendin partys and spending money.
I stole this diary from a gentelman last week, it has gold leefed pages, and I stole his purse too, but there weren't much in it. I forgot I had it til now.

I don't know what to rite about, nothing much intresting happens to me, ecept zombies and the like... but that's not werth riting of since every-one knows about zombies any-way.
I went to the Silver Noose yester-day and saw Harry, he don't steal things half as good as I do, but I speak to him any-way be-cause he ain't that stupid, just a bit slow... he knows anover girl from the slums called Jen who says that she's a theef like me. But she ain't, she's a whore who steals, which isn't the same thing.

Speaking of, I was down where the whores do there busness, I weren't trying for any busness myself be-cause it were too busy, and I got russled up by a bloke who looked very smart, like he had a decent job or some-thing. An he thought I was a whore, but I'm not. But I were very polite until he tried grabbing my waist, which ain't very nice, and I shoved one of my knives in his thigh. He didn't like that at all.

I think a diary wud be more intresting if I were a richer person, they probably have tons to talk about... I wudn't know though, I don't talk to rich people lots. I cud've asked that Ofeelya, when I was working for Dr Bartelby the ovver week, but she seemed really stuck-up, like more than most rich folk, and I don't like talking to people who are up emselves...

I'm not going to rite any-more be-cause I'm meeting G.G is a bloke I met on the docks a while back. Now don't get me rong, he weren't there to pick up whores or any-thing... least it didn't seem like it. But he were dead nice to me, and he weren't posh at all - he said he dealt drugs and he offered me some, but I'm happy enuff with gin. So we went to the pub and we ended up having a bit of a ruff-and-tumble, you know, the good kind, and I don't mind it at all, as long as he doesn't pick up any whores be-cause I don't want to catch nothing.

-Lottie