The game, she BEGINS!
A tale of Sins and Sinners: Part one. It Begins. Ambiance:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSqVbywt9kwApril 3rd, 2010
Rain poured down onto the pavement in droves, soaking the trash and bundles of old newspapers that littered the sides of the street along Main street. The few poor souls unlucky enough to be out in the downpour clutched umbrellas and pulled their coats tightly around themselves to fight off the chilly wind swept in by the evening's storm. A young couple raced together through the storm, hurriedly headed home. Not far from that, a homeless man curled up as best he could in his makeshift, sodden shelter bundled in an old, ratty coat. Further down the road an older gentleman stood on his apartment's stoop, smoking and watching the storm from the shelter of his building. Thousands of mortal lives were all around, if one cared to look. All spent worrying about their own problems... their own goals and fears and dreams. There was a time when you were one of those souls out in the darkness and oblivious to the things around you that dwelt in the shadows of your ignorance. That time is over now, and you have seen what preys on people in the night, and it is you.
Tonight you have been plucked from your unlives by the prince's order, having received word that a gathering is being held at Elysium, and that it is of pressing importance. Steadily throughout the night, shadowed figures have made their way through the storm to the Uptown Theater on Broadway, where the prince holds his gatherings. When word is spread that a meeting is important, it would take a truly bold or foolhardy kindred to ignore it. Standing under an overhang just outside the doors is a tall, slim man in a fitted grey suit, the vest and jacket left open and the tie undone. His face is gaunt, visible for only a moment under the flickering fire of his lighter before the tip of his cigarette catches like an ember in the night. The Sheriff scarcely seems to be paying the evening's attendants much mind as she slip in out of the downpour.
Inside a blank-faced ghoul by the name of Pierce is waiting to take the coats, hats and umbrellas of those arriving while looking the new arrivals over for weapons. Even here, status is already hammered home. Those in power or high regard are given a civil greeting and sent on their way, with known troublemakers and those on the outs of society all-but pat down to ensure they are not armed. Few would be fool enough to defile Elysium with weapons and violence, but safety may not be the true reason for the searches. Once past the hall, guests would take to the theater itself, walking down row after row of cushioned seats and lush carpet, all painstakingly restored to it's former glory during the theater's heyday. Despite this, the place feels empty. Once built to seat hundreds... it now houses less than thirty.
Already in attendance are many of the city's more important kindred. Wedged uncomfortably into a seat up front sits Don Avragado in all his girth and grandeur, looking impatient and annoyed that his evening's activities have been interrupted. Slightly farther back, Primogen Owen, his childe Camille and her clique of well-dressed hangers-on sit together, musing about the reason for the meeting. Her childe seems just as lost amongst their conversation as he looked the day of his introduction to the city... the downside of embrace for attraction over intelligence. Leaning on the stage itself lurk the thuggish figures of Vincent and Larson, the prince's scourge and a common sight for those unfortunate enough to be forced to feed at the city's rack. The two survey the assembled crowd with cold mirth, with all the bravado that comes of their position as the prince's muscle. All across the theater, kindred wait in groups or alone for the prince's arrival and the news that's brought them here tonight.
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It takes very little time for Prince Donovan to make his entrance from the side of the stage, accompanied by a small entourage of his kindred. A broad, powerfully built man in a antiqued suit, Donovan looks over the assembled kindred with a stern scowl of disapproval. At his side stand his childer, the distinguished Micheal Dawson and the somewhat mousy Benjamin Reed, as well as Micheal's childe Cynthia who carries herself with the air of someone trying far too hard to look important and professional. Also amongst the prince's entourage are two of the city's Primogen. Erica, the nominal "head" of the Brujah clan, underdressed in a pair of worn jeans and a university hoodie keeps close to Donovan, her hands folded in her pockets. Tagging slightly farther behind is the oddly kindly face of the Tremere's chanty leader Abraham, clad in a dress shirt and pants with a slate grey waistcoat and matching tie. Shortly after arriving, the Prince will speak in hushed tones to his companions while several kindred look on expectantly, awaiting his words. Whatever the topic of their discussion, the prince will seem irritated by the reply.
OOC: I'll pause here for you all to post and tell me what you're up to if you like, as well as decide why you came to Elysium tonight and with who, if anyone. Pretty much everyone on the cast-list is in attendance save a few. Steph's sire Kim is not in attendance, although that is hardly unusual. Finny hasn't seen her in weeks. Your surrogate sire Ophelia is however, sitting alone. (Unless Finny came with her, in which case, she's with Finny) The setite Anna isn't here, and is in fact never invited to Elyisum meetings due to her "barely tolerated" presence in the city. Primogen Nathan and his eerie mute lapdog/childer are also missing.
Alex, Adrian is likely here with his clan, as attendance was mandatory for you all. Amp is either here with her sire or off solo as Karen wants. If she is here with Edward, she's also got Jermaine keeping her company. The two of them are loitering off to the side almost out of sight. They know they're not popular here. The bulk of the rest of the attendees are involved in empty pleasantries and gossip, with newcomer Julian rather energetically chatting up nearly anyone who will speak to him and Camille's little clique hanging out as they often do.