Julius
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(4/29/06 8:21 am)
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Game Session 4
I arose once again with a silent thought drifting about my noggin’; why am I still in this town? I could probably count on my hands how many times I’ve stayed in one place more than a few days, and every time it’s happened, I get in trouble… serious trouble. I took a few moments to ponder the thought before I decided to leave.
Outside the room, I ran into some Kindred lady who gave me a nasty look. She asked me something, I know she said something else, but my ears told me I heard her say, “Get back to work”. I had no fucking clue what that meant. Truthfully, I scared me a little, and I don’t get scared very often. Truthfully. She walk away with some kind of insulted scowl on her mug, but I didn’t give her much thought. I wonder what she meant by getting back to work?
Then it hit me; the last thing I thought about was why I had been here so long. The fact that that lady said something that had a lot of relevance to what I was thinking about means I was given a sign or something. I stood in the empty, dank hallway, my mind-cogs burning oil trying to figure things out when this really strange memory forced it’s way top the top of my consciousness.
It was the time myself and three other gents were scrawling up a plan to raid a big caravan. I should probably mention that these were the times things like this happened everyday… from horseback. You know, cowboys and Indians shit. It seemed to easy… I knew it seemed too easy. Anyway, the caravan was scheduled to move through a pretty little gulch area named after some Indian war chief fella’, but I can’t remember the name. Anyway, we had two guys up top the sides of the gulch, one hiding in the back, and me in the front. I got picked to talk because that’s what I always did in these little excursions. So the caravan rides up, two gruff looking mother-fuckers sitting in front. It’s too bad I didn’t get to hear my own speech; I remember working especially hard on it, considering we weren’t going to have to do much work for this haul. I had decided earlier that I would show off a little because the risk was so low.
Anyway, these two roll up to me with an utter-look of shock on both their faces. Truthfully, it was a thing to behold; I could have sworn the moon popped out of the clouds above just to see what was going to happen to these two, because the light was fuckin’ eerie. I look up and hear something, but then I don’t remember anything, like I got hit on the head with a rock or something. When I came to, I found myself in a peculiar situation; I had been buried under a bunch of rocks or something. I got… well, I got really fucking freaked out. The blood got to my arms, and I started moving things that a man shouldn’t be able to move by himself. After about three or so hours, I hit the surface and find myself in a new place. It’s night, thank God, but I ain’t where I was. I ended up hoofing it back to some spit-can town I noticed in the distance, but on the way, while checking my person to make sure grave robbers hadn’t found me thinking I was caved-in on a long time ago, I found something that I hadn’t had before. It was a little Indian looking thing with some kind of dog fur entwined in it. It looked like some kind of get-well charm I’ve seen get passed around towns before, but this was different.
Anyway, the point of this long ass story is this; I came across something that I took for granted and could have been turned into jerky by the fucking sun. Instead, something buried me under a bunch of rocks and left me a little thing to remind me not to fuck around anymore. Now, here I am, fucking around.
With that, I decided to partake in a little vandalism. I went in some random fucking direction and messed up a little art and poetry, then I was off to two nice rooms with a bunch of paintings and shit in it. After re arranging them a bit, I backed into a corner (thanks in part by some of the local investigators of Elysium) and found a nice little passage into the sewers that I bet the Nosferatu use to get to and fro from Elysium. Of course, those sneaky monster-fucks apparently make me, and send their rat force after me. Now keep in mind, I’ve seen a lot of weird shit in my nights, but this was fucking ridiculous. The chaotic waves of rats all marching under a unified command. Another fucking sign! Shit!
After running for a bit, I manage to loose them, but as they say, “out of the frying pan, into the fire.” These big, ugly, stone… fuck! I think they were fucking walls, but jesus, who put that kind of fucking shit in the sewers? Like the Malkavians and the Nosferatu got together on some decorating committee or something. That’s when I get a nugget. I hear my good friend the priest talking to one of the nossies about some kind of arrangement they’ve come to. I heard the name “Monçada” muttered, so I’ll have to do a little investigating my fucking self to see what the hell is with the priest. Disappearing acts and now the Nosferatu? Ventrue don’t go to the fucking sewers unless I drag them down there… and I sure as hell didn’t put him down here.
I finally get out of the underground and get hit by some bible-worshiper. Yeah, no fucking shit, I got hit by some lady’s Cadillac on the way to a fucking early service. A curious mixture of beast-like rage and justification of balance shines out and I kill her in the middle of the street. Ugh… 36 bullets left. I know I probably shouldn’t have killed her, but I couldn’t help myself. Fucking curse of Caine… no, fuck that. Fucking Caine.
I work my way to a shitty little construction site to settle down for the morning when I come to terms with the fact that one of the rats from the sewers has been following me like a little fucking dog. It’s a lot bigger than I thought rats normally were. I mean, yeah, Washington DC and stuff, but this rat… it’s like one of those shaved cats. It looks at me weird too, but not in the way that mindless animals normally look at people, with that blank, ignorant stare. It wasn’t sent by the Nosferatu to watch me I think, but there’s something about it that makes me feel uneasy around it, like it’s not a natural thing. I don’t give it much thought after that though and decide to hide in a finished closet under some concrete. Maybe tomorrow night will be a little more… structured.
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