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Featuring a Theatre in ruins and other things
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Lupaix is a part of 
Vargeras.
5 Places in Lupaix:
5 Characters Here
Chloe Sandara [87]
Jean Renard [62] Member of Baron's Pack, Owner of Renards Blades and Firearms.
Alfred Fay [52] A struggling werwolf
Ivan Resnov [8] Dance with the devil.
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The vampire's tight smile widened as she watched as Titus disappeared upstairs. "Yes, because I'm such a loyal dog." Still, she already had a new plan in place. VINDEX would be receiving a hefty anonymous donation in the next few days. Putting the check book away, she turned around and bit into her thumb, sucking on the blood.
"Yes yes, I know." She sighed irritably, brushing off Chandler. "But it doesn't make it any easier one way or another. This entire shop is just a reflection of the man that runs it.." She murmured. Her irises shifted from hazel to a muddy color of red and brown. She too had her own thoughts of what the insides of that insufferable Alchemist looked like, but for a whole different reason.
"What I would love to burn this heap to the ground." She muttered around her thumb. Her hunger was getting to her bad today, and her patience was thin.
"Yes yes, I know." She sighed irritably, brushing off Chandler. "But it doesn't make it any easier one way or another. This entire shop is just a reflection of the man that runs it.." She murmured. Her irises shifted from hazel to a muddy color of red and brown. She too had her own thoughts of what the insides of that insufferable Alchemist looked like, but for a whole different reason.
"What I would love to burn this heap to the ground." She muttered around her thumb. Her hunger was getting to her bad today, and her patience was thin.
The old abandoned live theater house had closed down several years ago, and the place was filled with litter and trash from the various people who had squatted it in over the years.
Desmond was seated behind stage on a stool keeping an eye on the as of yet still unconscious Chloe. Snow had been right about the rope, and there had been an ample supply of the stuff to restrain the woman with. It was coarse, but heavy duty enough for suspending people over the stage.
It probably wouldn't keep the woman restrained if she shape-shifted, but even if she possessed inhuman strength within her current form it would probably do the trick.
In the event she did try to shapeshift... well that's what the gun was for. It sat on top of a wooden crate next to his stool, mostly because he wasn't the quickest draw with his left hand. He wagered he could hit a werewolf tied up a few feet away though.
Snow should be back soon though, and hopefully the rest of the pack with him. With Baron still in prison, Sophia still missing, and now this... they really needed to have a pack meeting.
Desmond was seated behind stage on a stool keeping an eye on the as of yet still unconscious Chloe. Snow had been right about the rope, and there had been an ample supply of the stuff to restrain the woman with. It was coarse, but heavy duty enough for suspending people over the stage.
It probably wouldn't keep the woman restrained if she shape-shifted, but even if she possessed inhuman strength within her current form it would probably do the trick.
In the event she did try to shapeshift... well that's what the gun was for. It sat on top of a wooden crate next to his stool, mostly because he wasn't the quickest draw with his left hand. He wagered he could hit a werewolf tied up a few feet away though.
Snow should be back soon though, and hopefully the rest of the pack with him. With Baron still in prison, Sophia still missing, and now this... they really needed to have a pack meeting.
The woman groaned as she started to come to. Her body ached more than usual, and more than just a few bruises this time. Every movement was nearly blinding, and particular on her shoulders and sides. Thinking was almost as painful, but more it seemed to be slow like thick sludge. The position she was in did not help the pain any either, and as soon as she realized she had ropes about her wrists, her eyes popped open.
"..The hell..?" She muttered weakly, looking about the abandoned facility with no recollection how she had gotten here. She couldn't move her arms nor legs, and she was pretty sure her fingers were going numb from being bound for so long. She began to panic, until her eyes landed on Desmond, and then the gun and she became very still. Her eyes narrowed back on the man, her brows furrowing, an odd calm coming to her. "Hello." She managed to say loud enough for him to hear. "Who are you?" She demanded, thinking she had been kidnapped.
"..The hell..?" She muttered weakly, looking about the abandoned facility with no recollection how she had gotten here. She couldn't move her arms nor legs, and she was pretty sure her fingers were going numb from being bound for so long. She began to panic, until her eyes landed on Desmond, and then the gun and she became very still. Her eyes narrowed back on the man, her brows furrowing, an odd calm coming to her. "Hello." She managed to say loud enough for him to hear. "Who are you?" She demanded, thinking she had been kidnapped.
"Me name's Desmond. An' don't go gettin' any ideas there bout tryin' to get loose. You did a number on me arm, you know," he told her.
His arm was roughly bound with a loose tourniquet just below the shoulder to try and slow the bleeding, and some strips of cloth where tied around the wounds themselves, which could be seen through the tears in his sleeve where it looked like a wild animal had savaged it.
"Care to tell me your name?" he inquired.
His arm was roughly bound with a loose tourniquet just below the shoulder to try and slow the bleeding, and some strips of cloth where tied around the wounds themselves, which could be seen through the tears in his sleeve where it looked like a wild animal had savaged it.
"Care to tell me your name?" he inquired.
"I shifted..?" She said, the color leaving her face as she saw the bandages on the man. Suddenly she felt ashamed and looked away.
She groaned and looked down at herself as best she could. Several places down her side were still healing, but the bruises were a nice black and blue. "My name is Chloe.." She muttered.
"What.. Did I do..? Did I hurt anyone else..?" She asked, knowing it was futile to hide the fact she couldn't remember anything.
She groaned and looked down at herself as best she could. Several places down her side were still healing, but the bruises were a nice black and blue. "My name is Chloe.." She muttered.
"What.. Did I do..? Did I hurt anyone else..?" She asked, knowing it was futile to hide the fact she couldn't remember anything.
"Naw, just me arm," Desmond answered.
He relaxed a bit as it seemed the didn't have any intents of finishing what she had started outside the cafe a few hours ago.
"What where you doin' in Lupaix?" he added. "You're not wi' the Bloodstone pack. What you pulled is a gran' way to go an' get yourself killed."
He relaxed a bit as it seemed the didn't have any intents of finishing what she had started outside the cafe a few hours ago.
"What where you doin' in Lupaix?" he added. "You're not wi' the Bloodstone pack. What you pulled is a gran' way to go an' get yourself killed."
She snorted but immediately regretted that decision. She hissed and closed her eyes, watching the stars flare across her vision.
"I'm not with.. Any pack really.." She groaned. "Work with VINDEX.. Works b-been rough and needed a drink. I'm new to the city and heard there was a bar near by.." She leaned her head against whatever was closest. "Got pulled from a case involving that little girl everyone's been looking for. Hell, I don't even remember leaving work.." She muttered.
"Bowen's gonna have my head now.." She sighed.
"I'm not with.. Any pack really.." She groaned. "Work with VINDEX.. Works b-been rough and needed a drink. I'm new to the city and heard there was a bar near by.." She leaned her head against whatever was closest. "Got pulled from a case involving that little girl everyone's been looking for. Hell, I don't even remember leaving work.." She muttered.
"Bowen's gonna have my head now.." She sighed.
"Sounds like me most mornings after a night out wi' me mates," Desmond replied with a chuckle. "'ow much 'ave you been drinkin'?"
"None.." She murmured. "Not that I remember anyway." Chloe turned to look at Desmond with one eye open. "Trust me, I'd probably remember that at least."
"Well, can't say I know what to be doin' with ya," Desmond answered. "Me mates 'ill be 'ere soon to discuss that though." He frowned as he remembered the text message he had received earlier. "What's this lassy you where talkin' about?"
Chloe shrugged lightly. "Just a little girl is all I really know. Was taken by someone.. About a night or so ago? Her story's been covered on the news.."
"Never did watch much of the news. Was 'er name Sophia?" he asked.
"Yeah.. I think that's it." She murmured. "Daughter of a friend of Bowen's.. I was taken off the case before I could get into much more detail than that.."
He frowned at her verification as to the girls identity.
"Well tell you what. We're gonna sit tight 'ere 'til me mates all arrive, an' then we'll sort this all out," he told her.
"Yeah well.. In the mean time, mind untying me? I can't feel my fingers.. If I was going to attack you again, I would have done it already.." She muttered.
"That I can't do I'm afraid. Lucky to still 'av me arm after last time," he told her. "They should be 'ere soon enough."
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes once again. "Yeah well.. Sorry about that.." She muttered.
Chloe shrugged lightly. "Just a little girl is all I really know. Was taken by someone.. About a night or so ago? Her story's been covered on the news.."
"Never did watch much of the news. Was 'er name Sophia?" he asked.
"Yeah.. I think that's it." She murmured. "Daughter of a friend of Bowen's.. I was taken off the case before I could get into much more detail than that.."
He frowned at her verification as to the girls identity.
"Well tell you what. We're gonna sit tight 'ere 'til me mates all arrive, an' then we'll sort this all out," he told her.
"Yeah well.. In the mean time, mind untying me? I can't feel my fingers.. If I was going to attack you again, I would have done it already.." She muttered.
"That I can't do I'm afraid. Lucky to still 'av me arm after last time," he told her. "They should be 'ere soon enough."
A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes once again. "Yeah well.. Sorry about that.." She muttered.
The sound of the theatre door swinging open announced Snow's return, but by the fact the door didn't immediately swing shut and the number of footsteps that followed, it was obvious he wasn't alone. A length of chain was looped around his arm, and he made his way through the seating towards the stage, accompanied by a number of other members of the Bloodstone Pack.
"I rounded up everyone I could find, and called anyone I couldn't. Not everyone picked up, but we should have a good turnout." Snow said as he approached Desmond, glancing across to Chloe. "I see she's awake. Figure out who she is yet?"
"I rounded up everyone I could find, and called anyone I couldn't. Not everyone picked up, but we should have a good turnout." Snow said as he approached Desmond, glancing across to Chloe. "I see she's awake. Figure out who she is yet?"
"'er name's Chloe. Says she works wi' VINDEX," Desmond told Snow. "No identification on 'er though. Didn't think to grab 'er clothes from the street earlier. You got the stuff?"
He stood up from the stool and retrieved the gun from the crate before he knelt down two feet from Chloe. He kept a casual hold over the gun for the time being and wasn't pointing it at her as he spoke.
"We're gonna untie you now, so you can get dressed. An' after that, we're gonna chain you up 'til we figure out what to with you. I wager it'll be a bit more comfortable than those ropes. An' while I don't much like the idea of hurtin' a pretty lady like yourself, if you try anythin', I won't 'esitate to shoot you again, alright?"
He stood up from the stool and retrieved the gun from the crate before he knelt down two feet from Chloe. He kept a casual hold over the gun for the time being and wasn't pointing it at her as he spoke.
"We're gonna untie you now, so you can get dressed. An' after that, we're gonna chain you up 'til we figure out what to with you. I wager it'll be a bit more comfortable than those ropes. An' while I don't much like the idea of hurtin' a pretty lady like yourself, if you try anythin', I won't 'esitate to shoot you again, alright?"
She peeked through one eyelid again, glaring up at Desmond. "How many times do I have to say it? I don't mean you any harm. The attack was.. An accident.." She grumbled.
However fantastic the idea of getting away from the ropes cutting into her skin sounded, moving to get dressed and being retied up did not. "I won't do anything intentional. Promise." She gave a tight smile. "So please don't intentionally shoot me."
However fantastic the idea of getting away from the ropes cutting into her skin sounded, moving to get dressed and being retied up did not. "I won't do anything intentional. Promise." She gave a tight smile. "So please don't intentionally shoot me."
Jean had been among the other members that entered with Snow, a smug look on his face that was immediately directed at Desmond.
Yes, it is I! I actually came! And on time! He thought, the smug look fading as he turned his gaze to the captive, but then quickly being replaced with an even wider smirk. He mentally thanked Desmond for forgetting her clothes in the street, and frowned at the mention of her getting clothed.
"I'd just like it to be known that I disapprove of this." he said, but not particularly loud enough for anybody to pick up from the rest of the commotion. He then crossed his arms tightly in front of him and remained quiet until he was needed, making sure to take several mental pictures for later.
Yes, it is I! I actually came! And on time! He thought, the smug look fading as he turned his gaze to the captive, but then quickly being replaced with an even wider smirk. He mentally thanked Desmond for forgetting her clothes in the street, and frowned at the mention of her getting clothed.
"I'd just like it to be known that I disapprove of this." he said, but not particularly loud enough for anybody to pick up from the rest of the commotion. He then crossed his arms tightly in front of him and remained quiet until he was needed, making sure to take several mental pictures for later.
Renard followed the other members into the hall quietly he glanced around nodding to the other members. On a normal occasion he strayed away from pack politics as much as he possibly could. He prefered to focus on his buisness and making guns. He wore a simple coat but if one looked closely they would see the outlines of two holstered weapons protruding from his hips.
He noticed Chloe and then heard the remark by Jean and shook his head slightly while rolling his eyes. "I think this is a theater of the arts not a strip club." Ren remarked jokingly.
He noticed Chloe and then heard the remark by Jean and shook his head slightly while rolling his eyes. "I think this is a theater of the arts not a strip club." Ren remarked jokingly.
Snow nodded, tossing a bundle of clothes at Chloe's feet before stepping behind her to untie the ropes. "Apologies for the discomfort, but if you can't control yourself when you're shifted, the bindings are a necessary precaution. We don't want to have to further harm you."
He laid the chains down ready for when they'd be needed, before stepping away to give the girl room to change. He shot Jean and Renard a disdainful glare. He didn't speak, but his eyes gave a clear message - keep your lechery to yourself.
He laid the chains down ready for when they'd be needed, before stepping away to give the girl room to change. He shot Jean and Renard a disdainful glare. He didn't speak, but his eyes gave a clear message - keep your lechery to yourself.
A small, hooded figure slipped in quietly and gave a few nods to other members she recognized. Raquette dug her hands into her pockets and lowered her gaze, sticking closest to Snow as she took in room and made her mental notes. Generally scared and confused with all the events she'd heard happening, she wanted to keep her head down and her nose clean. One hand did clench around her phone, almost hoping she wouldn't have to "speak."
"I think you must be mistaken, friend. The naked body is art, and the act of removing one's clothes to reveal that art is even more so." He retorted, quiet enough for Ren to hear before shooting a lopsided smirk at Snow. He took a moment to acknowledge the hooded figure appearing close to Snow, and then turned his gaze back to him.
His eyes gave a clear message in return - make me.
His eyes gave a clear message in return - make me.
Also arriving with Snow where Marc, Jacques, Carlisle, and Julienne. Vanessa and Bastien where both notably missing, but given the situation with Sophia that was to be expected.
There where a few others missing also, people who had been out of reach, or in some cases out of town, but for the most part, the brunt of the pack had shown up. A few more stragglers might arrive yet too.
Meanwhile as everyone was filtering in, Desmond kept an eye on Chloe while Snow untied her so she could get dressed. With the pack showing up in force, it would be suicide if she tried anything, but if she wasn't entirely in control of herself as seemed to be the case then sometimes reason didn't really factor into these things.
There where a few others missing also, people who had been out of reach, or in some cases out of town, but for the most part, the brunt of the pack had shown up. A few more stragglers might arrive yet too.
Meanwhile as everyone was filtering in, Desmond kept an eye on Chloe while Snow untied her so she could get dressed. With the pack showing up in force, it would be suicide if she tried anything, but if she wasn't entirely in control of herself as seemed to be the case then sometimes reason didn't really factor into these things.
A young red haired girl walked in with the rest of the stragglers, obviously confused, with a bag of some raw meat. She sat down and watched, while slowly putting meat into her mouth. Whats going on here?. She sniffed the air, and made a disgusted face before gagging. What ever, this was interesting, the first interesting thing she had seen today. Maybe she would learn something, people were always so interesting when being observed. Maybe she could see how these people interacted, they weren't siblings after all so maybe they treated each other differently. The girls heart pounded with excitement, she would learn something today, and maybe she could meet some new people. She suddenly snapped up and left quickly, and awkwardly, eyes wide and breathing in sharply.
The little girl wouldn't gain entrance into the building, given that it was a meeting of Bloodstone Pack members. As she herself wasn't a pack member, nor did anyone know her, they would have run her off at the door before she made it inside.
Carlisle looked grimmer than normal and he threw Chloe only a cursory glance. There was a lot on his mind, and on the minds of the rest of the pack for that matter.
"Vanessa and Bastien aren't coming," Carlisle informed the others as he got off his phone. "Not while Sophia's still missing. And Nieve's still out of town. Anyone seen or heard from Noel?"
"Not since he got out of the hospital after that spat with Ragenard again," Julienne replied with a scowl. "Probably off nursing his pride."
"Vanessa and Bastien aren't coming," Carlisle informed the others as he got off his phone. "Not while Sophia's still missing. And Nieve's still out of town. Anyone seen or heard from Noel?"
"Not since he got out of the hospital after that spat with Ragenard again," Julienne replied with a scowl. "Probably off nursing his pride."
Chloe rubbed her wrists as she was released and slowly stood up, hissing and spitting curses as her side screamed with pain. After the stars cleared from her vision, she slowly got dressed, careful to not jar the wounds and bruises that were healing at a rather rapid pace. The clothes were a bit baggy on her, but would do for now.
The gun no longer concerned her as much as the people in this room did. Outnumbered and alone, Chloe would be killed before she had the chance to fully transform. Not that she'd willingly want to transform in a room full of a pack.
Suddenly, Chloe felt very alone and every instinct that drove her wanted to run. But with Desmond with the gun, and the others close at hand, she wouldn't make it to the swinging doors. So once she endured the torture of getting dressed, she sat tenderly on the floor with her arms out, waiting to be locked up again. She merely listened to the conversation that was going on around her, as it did not include her yet.
The gun no longer concerned her as much as the people in this room did. Outnumbered and alone, Chloe would be killed before she had the chance to fully transform. Not that she'd willingly want to transform in a room full of a pack.
Suddenly, Chloe felt very alone and every instinct that drove her wanted to run. But with Desmond with the gun, and the others close at hand, she wouldn't make it to the swinging doors. So once she endured the torture of getting dressed, she sat tenderly on the floor with her arms out, waiting to be locked up again. She merely listened to the conversation that was going on around her, as it did not include her yet.
"You're gone one week and come back to find everythin's gone to shite"
Muttering angrily to himself, Alfred Fay walked down an aisle towards the stage. "Heaven's forbid I ever decide to go on holiday, I'll return to find everyone wiped out by a plague."
A heavy sigh escaped him as he climbed onto the stage, taking a moment to stand in the center, admiring the ruined remains of a once fairly decent theatre.
"Such a lovely place for this arrangement." He yawned, fishing a flask out of his jacket. "Very symbolic, and I hope it's not an omen of things to come."
He took a swig from the flask and returned it to his jacket before turning on his heels and sliding behind the curtain. When he came within earshot of the others present he spread his arms wide in greeting.
"Well then, what exactly have I missed, my beloved brethren."
Muttering angrily to himself, Alfred Fay walked down an aisle towards the stage. "Heaven's forbid I ever decide to go on holiday, I'll return to find everyone wiped out by a plague."
A heavy sigh escaped him as he climbed onto the stage, taking a moment to stand in the center, admiring the ruined remains of a once fairly decent theatre.
"Such a lovely place for this arrangement." He yawned, fishing a flask out of his jacket. "Very symbolic, and I hope it's not an omen of things to come."
He took a swig from the flask and returned it to his jacket before turning on his heels and sliding behind the curtain. When he came within earshot of the others present he spread his arms wide in greeting.
"Well then, what exactly have I missed, my beloved brethren."
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