http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/-t1.htm Share accounts of your character's daily unlife here. Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:22:00 GMT 10 http://i89.servimg.com/u/f89/13/79/50/32/forum_11.jpg http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/-t1.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/tell-me-more-majesty-instruction-t321.htm Sheer [OOC: Takes place sometime between Homecoming in May and Verboten meeting in July-ish.] None of the vague dread that she feels shows on her face or in her posture as Suzette waits outside her sire's chambers in his haven. Her 'homework' to learn Look at Me - how she hates that nickname - the natural power of her family was tedious and boring; recite Shakespeare in front of an audience. From what she has heard of Tell Me More, the practice sessions will be potentially a million times worse. ... Mood Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:22:00 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/tell-me-more-majesty-instruction-t321.htm#2847 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/tell-me-more-majesty-instruction-t321.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/poor-little-rich-boy-t313.htm dean Oscar Eupraxus Newcombe lazed about on his bed, having just confessed his relationship with his Au Pair to his Sire. He'd been rather selective with the finer details. He'd intended to ingratiate the Au Pair and thrall him, but found that he lacked the finesse to become the tutor's regnant, and given up a substantial amount of dignity in the process. Now his Mother was out for blood, and the Au Pair's death warrant had more or less been signed. Oscar was having some doubts about this. He'd ... Mood Tue, 13 Oct 2009 20:54:51 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/poor-little-rich-boy-t313.htm#2719 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/poor-little-rich-boy-t313.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/topper-feeding-t298.htm Sheer [OOC: Takes place shortly after Suzette's meeting with Lady Rollston at Verboten.] The doorbell rings. Sergio, with his date of the evening, no doubt. Suzette had instructed him to deviate from his usual routine and try a classy place this evening - no 'drunk bitches' tonight, thank you very much. She just needs a little bit of blood to top her off tonight, so there's no need to hide the dizziness from deep drinking behind booze. Suzette listens through the bathroom door: they enter, ... Mood Sun, 04 Oct 2009 17:40:30 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/topper-feeding-t298.htm#2558 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/topper-feeding-t298.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-grand-reveal-t296.htm Sheer [OOC: This takes place sometime after Blood Play but before Suzette received her assignment from Lady Rollston at Verboten.] Suzette paces in her apartment nervously, waiting for him to arrive. Sergio. Her hapless ghoul, helplessly in thrall to her. Or so she hopes. Tonight is the night. Her Beast, sensing her anxiety, pushes rhythmically against its cage, pulsing like a heartbeat. Spoiler:[OOC: Essentially, she's activating Awe over and over again as a nervous habit. I'm not rolling ... Mood Sat, 03 Oct 2009 17:43:15 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-grand-reveal-t296.htm#2534 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-grand-reveal-t296.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/street-wars-v-a-new-hope-t291.htm Innerlight ((looking for the Nothing Man. Here's the song to go with this post... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjZRAvsZf1g) Murdoc rode the streets of Detroit on his bmx bike obfuscated. He had his hand on one handlebar and his other hand hung limp with a cigarette in it. He took a puff ever so often and watched the street like a hawk. He stayed street level and their wasn't much that he missed in this city, pimps, prostitutes, dealers, cops, he knew a little about how everyone operated but a ... Mood Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:51:07 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/street-wars-v-a-new-hope-t291.htm#2438 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/street-wars-v-a-new-hope-t291.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/wolf-like-me-t277.htm Innerlight ((This is the song that goes with the post http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTy-e6qEWRE )) Murdoc leaned against a concrete alley wall with a hoody over his head. He watched as a man he once knew years ago got out of night mass. He huffed on a cigarette and put himself in a slow contemplative state. Snow fell onto his cold body and refused to melt. He liked snow if felt so deliberate it seemed as if it didn't need to move quickly like rain to get it's point across it was slow and methodical ... Mood Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:04:55 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/wolf-like-me-t277.htm#2187 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/wolf-like-me-t277.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/boulevard-of-broken-dreams-feeding-t266.htm Krystel Spoiler:For the sake of continuity, this happens after the Motown Truck Stop scene. Cypress Hill thumped loudly through the Cadillac's speakers as Krystel drove the girl through town. Despite his short stature, he kept the seat low and laid back, so it looked almost impossible for him to see over the dashboard, if not incredibly uncomfortable, as he drove with his wrist hooked over the top of the steering-wheel. The girl he paid for huddled up next to him, but it was obvious the affection ... Mood Fri, 04 Sep 2009 14:40:14 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/boulevard-of-broken-dreams-feeding-t266.htm#2091 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/boulevard-of-broken-dreams-feeding-t266.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dust-and-echoes-feeding-t244.htm asaipsyren Squeeling rubber tyres meet hard tarmac as the plane finally lands - a full two hours late. The cabin shakes violently, rapid deceleration threatening to tear the aircraft apart. The whole experience a singular, sudden exclamation of our eventual arival. We're here, we've finally arrived. Detroit. Motor city, ancestral home of mowtown and frontier town on the America/Canada border. Home. I've always despised airports. They all have that same sterile, mechanistic quality that comes with air ... Mood Sat, 15 Aug 2009 16:29:05 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dust-and-echoes-feeding-t244.htm#1834 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dust-and-echoes-feeding-t244.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blood-play-feeding-t238.htm Sheer [OOC: Takes place the night of the courthouse thread. Sergio went to Klub Phetish and picked up a couple chicks willing to cut themselves, and brought them over to Suzette's. I am still not sure if Skab will be joining or not, so I figure that Suzette is hungry enough that she just focuses on the food, rather than what's around her, hence no mention of Skab. >.> ] Suzette waits in the back bedroom, anxiously pacing back and forth. She's never been this hungry before, her Beast is very ... Mood Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:59:11 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blood-play-feeding-t238.htm#1789 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blood-play-feeding-t238.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blowing-into-town-t242.htm Vagas Lupus His eyes rake the darkened skyline as he passes the highway sign, "Detroit Metro Airport - 5 miles". He throttles back a hair and sets his speed down around 60 miles per hour, his "new" ride in finally starting to feel broken in and he smiles, fangs gleeming in the moonlight. He props up his dark shades to take in the new surrounding with a clear eye. Anyone passing by would see his bright red eyes, pale white skin, and spikey snow-white hair and think, "Great, just what ... Mood Wed, 12 Aug 2009 03:02:15 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blowing-into-town-t242.htm#1805 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/blowing-into-town-t242.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/an-excess-of-aggression-t228.htm Red The punchbag was hit with a barrage of rapid fire jabs, crosses and hooks, high and low, each one accompanied by the thud of flesh on canvas and an explosive exhalation of stale breath. Old habits die hard, Wesley thought not having to need his lungs for a few years now but still, the breath was a focusing tool, a way to channel his anger from deep in his gut, up through his shoulders and out of his fists. Each shot a fine example of boxing finesse, the joy of pain, the raining of wrath. He ... Mood Sun, 02 Aug 2009 08:38:41 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/an-excess-of-aggression-t228.htm#1701 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/an-excess-of-aggression-t228.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/one-for-the-road-t209.htm Sokhar Russell set the book in his hands on his coffee table with a wistful look. It was the prize of his growing collection, and the thought of parting with it pained him greatly. A first printing of Blake's Marriage of Heaven and Hell. He had not opened the book since he'd purchased it through proxy at a rare book auction several years ago. The engravings inside were still vivid, despite being over a century old. Russell owed several reprinted copies of the work, and returned to it frequently in his ... Mood Sun, 19 Jul 2009 02:47:48 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/one-for-the-road-t209.htm#1525 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/one-for-the-road-t209.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-working-at-jay-s-t218.htm Germi91 "Busy night, huh." Understatement of the year. Jackie (as he likes to call himself, though his real name is Johnathan) isn't the brightest man in town, but his buldging muscles, which he likes to accentuate with that tight, black short sleeved t-shirt, makes up for it I guess. He's even got those stupid shades on. His blonde hair all slick and straight (hair gel obviously) makes him look like a real douche. Thinks he's got all he needs to look like a professional bouncer. Man in ... Mood Sun, 26 Jul 2009 16:32:01 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-working-at-jay-s-t218.htm#1617 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-working-at-jay-s-t218.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-opera-house-with-murdoc-t213.htm Innerlight ((I feel as if I should archive some of Murdoc's first exploits that was done in PM's. This was something that happened to Murdoc the night of the opera house Elysium, though if any one were interested they could know why Murdoc is currently on the mission he's on. The first speaker is Dean then the next is my response)) lllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll You hear the flutter of scattering pigeons from above, accompanied by a wet rip and a faint ... Mood Fri, 24 Jul 2009 05:05:07 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-opera-house-with-murdoc-t213.htm#1584 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-opera-house-with-murdoc-t213.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/what-she-came-for-sergio-t180.htm Sheer Spoiler:This takes place early Saturday night, the same night as the courthouse thread. I borrow heavily from Franz Ferdinand's Tonight throughout. I love 'em...but Sergio? Not a huge fan, as it happens. >.> Oh, and this has several parts - I plan to "follow" him for the rest of the night, but I don't know yet how events will transpire at the courthouse, so I'm not doing the nightclub scene yet. Which club, tonight? Which song, tonight?, Sergio thinks as he drives ... Mood Sat, 27 Jun 2009 15:04:30 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/what-she-came-for-sergio-t180.htm#1213 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/what-she-came-for-sergio-t180.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-out-t199.htm Toshiru [OOC: This should have been posetd like 3 weeks ago, I just noticed it wasn't there. It takes place friday night before Jacob goes to meet Amelita. I dunno what happened to what I originally wrote, most likely I messed up somehow. Here it is though.] Jacob woke with the same jarring shift from dreams to reality that he always seemed to have. He knew other kindred had nightmares during the day, but his dreams were always just very vivid. His sire said it had something to do with his gift ... Mood Fri, 10 Jul 2009 08:40:20 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-out-t199.htm#1455 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-night-out-t199.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-run-t195.htm Nil One thing that I learned early on is that if you’re going to mess with hospitals: The older and larger it is, the better. Hence why we ran the hits off the DMC, the place is so large that the people that work there are so many that they have no hope of all knowing each other, the place also has a rep for accepting the uninsured, so it is crowded like you wouldn’t believe. The staff is always running like mad between rooms, barely able to make their full rounds. If you grab a lab ... Mood Fri, 03 Jul 2009 12:22:31 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-run-t195.htm#1405 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-run-t195.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/first-ritual-in-a-new-city-t190.htm Defarious Alaric can't help but grin, it was time for him to regain a measure of his power. In Frankfurt his power was immense and few would dare stand against him but here as powerful as he is he still lacks much of his former glory. Thinking back on his life in Germany Alaric laughs a not completely sane laugh, even the prince feared to make a move against him and now it was time to begin his climb back to his well deserved status. Looking at the clock in his study he decides it is time, his ghoul ... Mood Tue, 30 Jun 2009 23:39:39 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/first-ritual-in-a-new-city-t190.htm#1342 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/first-ritual-in-a-new-city-t190.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/taming-of-the-childe-part-2-t160.htm Defarious Anneliese was busy in her room chatting with some new online friends when a servant brought word Baron Alaric was requesting her immediate audience in his study. She considers ignoring the request for a moment, then shuts the laptop after carefully closing out the open windows and stashes it under her bed in its usual spot. Standing, she positions herself in front of the mirror and smoothes down her very short plaid skirt, straightens her shirt and attempts to fix her hair, cursing her uselessly ... Mood Sat, 13 Jun 2009 15:05:44 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/taming-of-the-childe-part-2-t160.htm#808 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/taming-of-the-childe-part-2-t160.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/think-twice-anastasia-feeds-on-the-way-home-t156.htm Anastasia (Wed night, after the “Midnight Stroll” scene) Henry hated these late night shifts. A pipe had burst underground. So he and the boys had been called in to do the repairs so that everything would run smooth as silk in the morning for everyone on Conant St. It was tedious work. Really the whole crew wasn’t necessary, but it was overtime and only a moron would turn down overtime. He was standing over the manhole. Everyone else was inside. He lit a cigarette and looked around at the ... Mood Fri, 12 Jun 2009 18:37:34 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/think-twice-anastasia-feeds-on-the-way-home-t156.htm#794 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/think-twice-anastasia-feeds-on-the-way-home-t156.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-cat-alley-t152.htm Arthur (Skab) Wallace Mark Twain: “Ignorant people think it's the noise which fighting cats make that is so aggravating, but it ain't so; it's the sickening grammar they use” One week ago, Edgar and Sharon Morganstern moved into their new apartment. It was a very nice second-floor apartment in a renovated building in the East Riverfront district. It was within walking distance of some new trendy shops, had a couple of restaurants nearby, and was just a few blocks from the waterfront. Their apartment had wonderful ... Mood Tue, 09 Jun 2009 19:49:05 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-cat-alley-t152.htm#752 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-cat-alley-t152.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-beast-s-reflection-t149.htm Sokhar OOC: Okay, so I'll warn that this post is going to contain a LOT of spoiler tags containing dice rolls. I've wanted to do another feeding thread both because I think they're important to vampire existence, and because my first one was pretty tame. Plus I saw how Andrew aka Skab's first feed post went, and decided I wanted the fun, visceral experience of letting the dice go where they may. So I approached this with a rough idea, and decided to adapt to the dice. Hopefully a couple of you will ... Mood Tue, 09 Jun 2009 06:23:38 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-beast-s-reflection-t149.htm#738 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-beast-s-reflection-t149.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-taming-of-the-childe-part-one-t145.htm christiaen It is a quiet night as Alaric paces in his study considering his options, but he already knows he really has no choice. Since arriving in America, Anneliese has become more of a handful than she ever was in Frankfur. Alaric knew that it was because of the stricter rules he had to place on her here but he had come to a point where he needed to do something about her. He was not proud of the option he had chosen but it was better then having to punish her severely like most other sires would have ... Mood Sat, 06 Jun 2009 19:45:17 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-taming-of-the-childe-part-one-t145.htm#702 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-taming-of-the-childe-part-one-t145.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/sonnets-and-sangria-t130.htm Sheer A key, scrabbling at the lock, ineptly seeking entrance and failing miserably. Much like Sergio and his "dates" trying to perform intercourse after a night of hitting the clubs, Suzette thinks. That's probably them now. Suzette, glasses flipped up onto her forehead, frowns slightly. He always showed up at the most inopportune time, usually when she was in the middle of a project. She saves her work, turns off the monitor, and enters the bathroom quietly, hearing Sergio drop his ... Mood Wed, 03 Jun 2009 01:21:05 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/sonnets-and-sangria-t130.htm#577 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/sonnets-and-sangria-t130.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-sacrament-t120.htm darkwarden Jake enters the room. “We have assembled, my Master.” Corey turns to Jake and nods. As Jake retreats into another room, Corey disrobes. He pricks his finger on his fang and places a single drop of blood in the center of his forehead. The only other adornment on his perfect skin is a tattoo of a stylized sun around his navel. Corey then proceeds into the next room. This sparsely furnished room contains only a table, centered along the far wall with an altar cloth draped over it. ... Mood Sun, 31 May 2009 19:04:12 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-sacrament-t120.htm#485 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/the-sacrament-t120.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-hunting-she-won-t-go-t115.htm christiaen Anneliese has been alone for hours sitting in the dark with Krieg, Alaric’s massive Rottweiler, mindlessly rubbing him behind the ears as she broods over how hungry she is and how tired she is of being held prisoner in this house. It’s ridiculous really; she was an accomplished predator, proven to be able to handle herself on countless hunts. Why did He fear her stepping outside into the city and hunting for herself as she already knew how to do? As he knew she’d already done in Frankfurt, ... Mood Sat, 30 May 2009 22:21:57 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-hunting-she-won-t-go-t115.htm#460 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-hunting-she-won-t-go-t115.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-unfinished-business-t111.htm Arthur (Skab) Wallace Wednesday night, after Elysium and a meeting at the Coffee Cuppe (BEFORE Thursday’s meeting with Reverend Dixon) The bus had run on time, and Arthur (Skab) Wallace had arrived precisely when he wanted to—just as the bars of East Riverfront were closing. He stalked a few blocks at a hurried pace, the sound of his footfalls obscured by the general noise of the patrons who were leaving for the night. He spied the large neon marquee for Rattlesnake Jakes’, a vast image of a cactus with ... Mood Sat, 30 May 2009 13:32:58 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-unfinished-business-t111.htm#446 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-unfinished-business-t111.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/addiction-russell-stone-t72.htm Sokhar The cravings were starting again. The old ache. The fire in his belly, burning through his veins, setting his synapses ablaze. His oldest companion, his demanding partner. His Thirst. Russell Stone finished knotting his tie as he contemplated the beast gnawing upon his insides. The pangs were there immediately upon his waking this evening. They had not abated as he went through his nightly routine of showering, grooming, and dressing. If anything, they had grown minisculely more demanding ... Mood Mon, 25 May 2009 03:46:49 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/addiction-russell-stone-t72.htm#195 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/addiction-russell-stone-t72.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/hush-little-baby-t103.htm Innerlight All the bed pans were cleaned, and it was time to sponge the elderly bed ridden patients. Tara didn't work at the hospital, she volunteered, though some people joked and said that she lived in the hospital, which was not far from the truth, she did live in the hospital in a secret place that no one had found, a gem for a kindred. Tara swung by the nursery, and smiled, she loved to see children it reminded her of the 4 she had ages ago, that she could never have again. Before she ... Mood Fri, 29 May 2009 18:10:14 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/hush-little-baby-t103.htm#402 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/hush-little-baby-t103.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-little-pick-me-up-feeding-t99.htm Sheer [OOC: Captain Obvious here - this takes place directly after the meeting at the coffee shop. Also, I had this really cool post here before, but thankfully someone gave me a heads-up that I'm in the Prince's turf, which I did not realize or remember (posted at work in a hurry with crappy internet; makes it hard to look stuff up), so this post has drastically changed. ] Suzette watches her fellow Kindred leave, the tip of her tongue toying with her canine teeth. The woman at the counter does ... Mood Thu, 28 May 2009 22:01:02 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-little-pick-me-up-feeding-t99.htm#366 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/a-little-pick-me-up-feeding-t99.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/cancer-support-t79.htm Nil Cancer support day – night – whatever. So, fine, my lungs are not rotting anymore but my name's still in the charts. I envy them, fucking Victorian leeches that were around before they were in ten cross-referenced government databases. Clean slate. Me? I have to jump through fucking hoops to stay clean, even though I'm not even alive. “Alright, so” I say, “We must keep going, you know? Look at me, I'm young and I'm just as screwed as you, and I make my due.” Such a fucking ... Mood Tue, 26 May 2009 02:05:54 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/cancer-support-t79.htm#238 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/cancer-support-t79.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/easy-moneyeasy-blood-kevin-burton-feeding-t67.htm legionreturns “Ugh” Kevin slowly managed to break through the now familiar funk of awakening from a days catatonic slumber. He couldn’t really describe it as sleep since it bore no real resemblance to what little his mortal self could remember of a Sunday morning lie in, watching the re-run of Match of the Day whilst sipping a good strong coffee. The hardest thing he had to contend with nightly was that since his embrace, he had found no real substitute for his morning caffeine shot. The staple ... Mood Sat, 23 May 2009 01:09:32 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/easy-moneyeasy-blood-kevin-burton-feeding-t67.htm#177 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/easy-moneyeasy-blood-kevin-burton-feeding-t67.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/late-night-stroll-t65.htm Defarious The hour was late the streets were almost empty and the only light came from the street lamps but they seemed to do little to fend of the encroaching darkness. Tonight Sean stalked the streets near his haven, to call this area a bad section would be a slight understatment. The walls were covered in graffeti and every window had bars on it. Detroit was a harsh city, Sean could tell that after the first couple of days here, he was here for a reason, sent on a mission for his fellow sanctified ... Mood Fri, 22 May 2009 16:42:40 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/late-night-stroll-t65.htm#136 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/late-night-stroll-t65.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dressing-for-success-t62.htm Toshiru Jacob moved through the press of people easily. His Cloak making sure that they moved seemlessly out of his way. This is the way to shop, he thought to himself, no pushing or jostling, just cutting through the crowd to your destination. There were just certain times that it was good to be a Shadow. He angled toward his destination, an upscale men's store that was just slightly past the current trends in its inventory. His father had always taught him to dress well, but not too well, no use in ... Mood Thu, 21 May 2009 17:23:00 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dressing-for-success-t62.htm#113 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/dressing-for-success-t62.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/look-out-red-bull-t59.htm Sheer Ding, ding. The doorbell. Probably Sergio, here to update me on the business, Suzette thought. Remember to breathe. Adjusting her suit jacket and glasses, she answered the door. Sure enough, it was Sergio, and he was wearing one of his disgusting muscle shirts, this one striped with cerulean and egg-yolk yellow. "Hey, boss," he said cheerfully, "mind if I come in?" The businesswoman stood aside to let him in, making an "after you" gesture, her moves small ... Mood Thu, 21 May 2009 01:28:37 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/look-out-red-bull-t59.htm#91 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/look-out-red-bull-t59.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-rattlesnake-jakes-t46.htm Arthur (Skab) Wallace [Okay, so this is my first in-game post. Not sure of formatting concerns, exact mechanics expected of feeding, etc. I figured that I can edit it with input from the STs to fit with the format as needed. Wanted to get the ball rolling!] Skab's footsteps echoed on the pavement in the early night. The manufacturing-distric character of the East Riverfront was punctuated with few people and little traffic--just warehouses, smokestacks, and lonely urban stretches of road. The thin strains of steel ... Mood Wed, 20 May 2009 09:22:00 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-rattlesnake-jakes-t46.htm#57 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/feeding-east-riverfront-rattlesnake-jakes-t46.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/flesh-trade-t39.htm dean Beneath Highland Park, Lidelle Dunham trudged worn concrete as he reached the foot of a buried stairwell. One hand was buried in his coat pocket, clutching a damp, leathery scrap. It was a ragged little thing, pale and damp, with a crude calacas face etched upon it. He'd been dismayed to find it in the bottom of his dropbox. Whenever weird shit wound up in the bottom of his box, it always meant the same thing. Drop whatever you're doing and go see King Beneath. He'd entered Undercity through ... Mood Mon, 18 May 2009 20:39:04 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/flesh-trade-t39.htm#48 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/flesh-trade-t39.htm http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/while-you-sleep-t34.htm dean The sun had set hours ago, but Dr Forbes Horgan Vockersby-Bancroft still feigned slumber. He liked to roll his eyes around under his eyelids as fast as he could. Of all the frailities of his condition, it was a drawback of mortality that Dr Vockersby-Bancroft missed most of all. He didn't miss his libido and scoffed at those who mourned those lost emotions now reduced to hollow echoes. He feared no strain of supernal madness and avoided the ennui of political monsters. But he wanted, more than ... Mood Sun, 17 May 2009 02:28:15 GMT http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/while-you-sleep-t34.htm#39 http://motorcityburning.forumotion.net/mood-f5/while-you-sleep-t34.htm