Luna Lupa: A White Wolf type Werewolf Game, please see OCC

[PoliteSuccubus]

Hides-in-Lighting

In the dark womb of his RV Hides compiled the searches he'd done on both the new employees and the paperwork he'd done on them, and in the case of David, for them and faxed them to Rana.

Although her trailer was only 40 feet from where he was and the day was dark and deary and the lot empty...it hurt his malformed feet to walk those 40 feet, and beyond the clouds the sun shone...what if a sunbeam should come though at just the wrong moment and burn his skin or eyes? Not to mention if Rana didn't know he was coming then Rana would have her office lights on.

He rubbed his nose ridge with a crooked forefinger. Being born without hair had been...ok. The feet, one could learn to live with. The lack of a normal nose, well, again...one could do without. But being an albino? That part sucked the most. White skin, pink eyes, the scaly dryness....It drove him mad sometimes.

The speaker overhead clicked on. "Dude, I'm headed your way." Clix's voice whispered. Hides sighed and hit the button for the air vents. Clix on a good day was flea factory, but wet?

A tap on the door and Clix popped in. He was six two and 180 lbs, 60 of which was his loaded Army jacket. Some of the pocket's bulged so much that they didn't even close all the way. Hides had a feeling that if someone should search those pockets they'd find old food and mechancal parts intermixed.

"So, I saw some new guys, wadda got?" Clix looked around for a place to sit, but there wasn't any, so he squatted on the floor.

"We have a kinfolk, looking for lost garou brother, I'm running some searchs for him along the Glasswalker, but he changed like ten years ago...." Hides scanned some screens. "Do I'm not coming up with anything."

"Yah, yah." Clix nodded, stuck a hand in a pocket and pulled out a half eaten candy bar and started eating it without even looking what it was. "Why not any girl kin folk, huh? We need some babes around here."

Hides ignored him. "And we have a pre-change ex army. War hero, even. He must have some willpower not to change when he was a POW."

"OR, he was too weak to change." Clix said. "I was sick and like, hadn't eaten in a week or two, coz I couldn't walk, and these guys jumped all over my sorry ass. Dude, I would have changed then, but I was so sick, I couldn't get pissed off enough to flip them off!"

Hides nodded. "So, is that all you needed or...."

"Oh, oh yah. Um...I need 8 grand for a present for Rana."

"Excuse me?" Hides would have raised his eyebrows if he had any, but instead his white skin just furrowed above his pink eyes.

"Rana wants to go pick up cubs and stuff, right? Well, I saw this Minnie Winnie, small one, just perfect for running around picking up the little ones. It's got a little shower for the gore, and a little bed to lay down on, and a little fridge for some beer if they need one...I know I did!" Clix patted his pockets and Hides wouldn't have been surprized if he had pulled a beer out of one. But he didn't. "It's called a Dolphin, it'll blend right in. So, can I go get it?"


"Sure, Clix. Sounds like a plan." A few buttons pushed and a check printed out from one of his privite accounts. A small price to pay for clean air. As soon as Clix left Hides sprtz the RV with Mountain Fresh air cleaner.

 

[poohlive]

"It is time."
Lenny turned, looking back at his professor. Mr. Travis, an old distinguished man, wearing one of those preppy sweater vests that had seen better days. He smiled, when he looked upon the man, reaching out to shake his hand.
"I know, I'm ready for it. Just routine though, I don't think any problems will arise."
Mr. Travis looked down at Lenny, a smile beginning to form at the edge of his lips, but it left before it had time to grow. Lenny thought, for a moment, he wanted to say something more, he never finished the throught though.
"You have everything?"
"Yes, papers, notes, everything by the book."
"Good," Travis put his hand on Lenny's shoulder, "Good. They'll take good care of you."
Lenny nodded, looking out at the small trailer. Nothing big, just a little hitchback connected to a small truck. They looked atrocious, mud covered and rust coming out on a few places.
"Blend in. All part of the assignment."
Lenny nodded.
"Good, once things are in order, Rana will expain everything to you. I wish I could myself, but there are rules. She'll help you, she is one of the best."
"One of the best what?" Lenny wanted to ask, it was on the tip of his tongue, but he decided against it. He had been with Mr. Travis long enough to know he wouldn't answer it, just look at him, one of those special stares, until Lenny's hazel eyes would drop, and the subject would change.
"I don't have to like it, do I?"
Mr. Travis laughed, one of those deep belly laughs, "Trust me, before too long, you will."
He gave Lenny the keys, and then went back into his office.
"I'll keep in touch, writing from time to time. Don't worry, I'll find you. If you ever need any help, you can find me too."
Lenny nodded, not looking back as he moved into the dirty truck. A chevy, one of the 80's models, something not too large, or too small, but just perfect if he wanted to listen to country music and put one of those confederate flags on his bumper.
He looked so odd driving it down the hiway. A man, his hair slicked back, hollywood glasses cutting off the hint, a black long sleeved t shirt, and dark slacks in a truck that seemed straight out of Cowboy Way.
He didn't like it.
The grounds came up soon enough, a temporary setting for the place. Pulling out his briefcase he checked over the title, 'Luna Lupa.' Nodding, seeing a partial sign displaying the name overheard, he parked the truck and trailer in a spot where it wouldn't get in anyone's way, and proceeded to the front.
Someone stopped him before too long, Security on their shirt.
"Business?"
He smiled, shaking the person's hand, "Hello. I'm Lenny Sorkan. I'm here with the permits for the festival, I am supposed to have an appointment with Rana, if she is still avaliable."

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

The rain had stopped not long before the BMW arrived at the grounds of the Luna Lupa. It slowed and stopped its sleek elegance in contrast to the surrondings. The passenger door opened and from inside unfolded a tall, skinny, boy with brilliantly bright blonde hair down to his jaw line, it was in disaray as if he had gone swimming and never bothered to straighten it after he dried out. He wore pants 4 sizes to big for him, just the way he liked them, and a long sleeve black shirt covered by a short sleeve gray one with the words "Serial Killer" across the front, around his neck he wore a pair of oversized headphones. He carried a bookbag on his back a messenger bag on his shoulder and a large duffel bag hung around his chest. As he began to leave the window on the car rolled down and whoever was inside held out and evelope to him, he took it and turned to the grounds again, the car slowly pulled away as Poe Ahtenic made his way to the entrance of the campsite. As he approached he noticed that the security gaurds were holding up someone else who was trying to gain access to the grounds. "Oh well no need to bother the nice security guards" thought Poe as he slipped passed unnoticed into the camp. However soon after entering it became clear that this might not have been a good idea as he had no idea where he was going it was only by a stroke of luck that he saw a large man who didnt seem to know where he was going exit a 5th wheel trailer, trying it out he figured it was a good place to start considering it had a sign that said "Office" bolted to it. Poe opened the door and peaked his head in, seeing a woman behind a desk looking over at a fax machine as something printed out he asked in a polite tone "Excuse me Miss can you tell me where someone goes to apply for a job"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana glanced up at the blonde boy while holding a finger to her ear....

"Black Beamer, plate number BMW4ME? Real cute. Hides is running a check on it now....No, but if he doesn't give me a good reason why he didn't check in properly at the front gate then you and Rain can teach him better manners. Send the other guy to me in five mintues."

She put her finger down, reavealing, when he looked close enough one of those ear peice buds like the CIA used, even tho a walkie talkie stood on her desk.

"You have three mintues to tell me why your so speical you think you can wander in here un-announced because in five mintues my security guards will be bringing an invited guest for his appointment." She kept her face stony and one hand played with a pencil on her desk while the other remained out of sight under the desk.

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic 'The best way to make friends'

Poe step all the way inside looked at the woman, tilted his head to the side, took a deep breath sighed and replied "First off I wasn't unannounced, I saw at least ten hidden cameras on my way over here not to mention the little thingy in your ear, we are however unintroduced, my name is Poe, I'm a Cancer, I'm 17, I love long walks on the beach, surfing, skating, video games, listening to and making my own music,... oh yea and transforming into a 13 foot tall snow white werewolf." Poe smiled slightly, knowing it would do no good and continued "Second none of these things make me so speical that I should break the rules, Third the guards looked busy I thought it rude to bother them, and fourthly I have a letter for you Rana CallsToHunt." Poe flicked his wrist and an envolope glide through the air across the room. It landed solidly on it's end near the edge of the desk and ploped down, the words
"Rana CallsToHunt" were written across the seal.
"If you want me to wait outside while you handle your appointment I'd be happy to oblige."

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Playing A Vamp

Won't let me delete this....

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana
"Irreguardless of your bad manners or letters and although I like walks along the beach, I'm trying to hire some people to run this carnival." Rana put the letter in a drawer unopened. "So, tell me what you bring to the table? You need a job? What can you offer me besides looking all white and fuzzy in the moonlight?"

She cocked her crooked grin at the boy. Secretly she was amused, and knew Cookie would prob take him under her wing, alternatly cuffing him for lack of manners and feeding him cookies. He and the new Fenris tho....that might be a problem in restraint.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rain

Rain popped her head into the drivers window of Lenny's truck.

"Park there." She said pointing to an open area between a battered Ford with a camper shell on top and a spanking new Dodge longbed. "Then go there." She pointed to the modified 5th wheeler with the sign "Office" in neon.

Wind wrote down the license plate numbers of the pull along and Lenny's truck. "Planning to stay it looks like." he said as Lenny drove across the rain slick pavement.

Rain looked at him. "You talk too much." Wind snarled at her, she snarled back, and they spend a few moments playfully cuffing each other and snapping their teeth until Hides whispered in their ear the name of the owner of the BMW. Wind set down his clipboard and stepped into shadow to shift into his lupus form and glided to Rana's trailer, to wait under the steps.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Cookie

"Hi my name is Ken. Rana said that I could get some food here." He was a big boy, all brawn and battle scars, but from what Hides whispered in her ear, Cookie knew he handn't turned yet.

David introduced himself and then yawned hugely. "Sorry," he said, with his Brit manners.

"Don't worry about it." Cookie smiled as she brought Ken a plate of thick roast beef sandwhiches and a mug of coffee. "Why don't you lay down and get some shut eye, I"m sure Ken and I can keep our jawin' to a quiet roar." She winked at Ken.

"This is the only time you'll get service, Ken, so enjoy it. After this it's every man for himself."

As if to make a point, the wolf on the carpet snapped off a piece of bone with a loud snap.

"Oh, sure, unless you don't have hands, right Bucko?" Cookie grinned.

David rinsed off his dishes in the portable sink and stacked them before laying down on a couch and covering himself with his coat. He felt a little awkward sleeping in the open like this, but he'd had to get used to a lot of odd things, esp in this odd country.

"So, Ken, you've got yourself a badge, so your a member of our little family, tell me about yourself?" Cookie asked and pushed the plate of cookies towards him.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Order of the Wooden Sword

The buildings were old and sprawling, built in the late 1400's with the view of seeming to be innocent, but any conquoring force would be lost in the mazelike rooms, halls, long winding gallies and courtyards. Very little had been done over the years to improve them. Some steel support beams here and there to hold up old walls, hallways narrowed so wireing and plumbing could be added without digging up old floors and older secrets, 21st century hardware and security systems blended into artwork....

Philip was informed he was being reassigned while still in the hospital wing and while he accepted the orders, he also fretted a bit over it. He had lost his crew, was he demoted? The mission had been a success, but it wasn't really his doing, had he been promoted? He felt his strengh returning daily, but was he disabled somehow? After years working on code cracking getting out in the feild had been wonderful, was he going to be trapped behind a desk again?

All these thought tumbled though his head as he was lead though the maze like warrens of the Order of the Wooden Sword's main facility. Founded by group of knights after their return from the Cusades with the only purpose to protect Christians from the Unholy Vampires they had seen in their travels the Order answered only to the Pope, and very few knew of it's existance.

His guide paused beside a pair of French doors leading into one of the many courtyards. The sunny space was filled with buzzing bees and was wildly overgrown. An elderly man was working on clearing out a fountain in it's center and looked up when he heard Philip enter.

"Ah, you've come!" He grinned, and spoke in Polish. "I've just been working on this poor garden. We have so much room now that we've gone international that so much is overlooked. It's not like we can hire outside gardeners, now can we?" He chuckled and stood, tossing his gloves into a wheelbarrow. "I've asked his Holiness couldnt' we adopt some poor orphans, make them wards of the Church as it were, and have them work the place....But he hasn't gotten back to me on that."

Philip bowed and remained silent.

"Feeling better are we? Ready to get to work?" The old man asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, good. Come this way." Dusting the old leaves off his knees he walked with some stiffness towards another set of doors, which he unlocked and relocked behind them.

"As you know the vampire scourge is spreading. It really can't be helped. When there were only a few million people in the world they kept their numbers low, the law of supply and demand, as it were. However now we have cities with a few million each...." He shook his head sadly. "It makes the bolder, and it gives them more places to hide."

Another hallway, another set of doors, this one with a keypad lock.

"Have you ever heard the old saying..."The enemy of my enemy is my friend"?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, good, good." He nodded. "What you saw the other day, was it a fluke, do you think? Something the vamps had trapped by accident and like any animal was fighting it's way out?"

Philip thought about it. "No sir, I think it was an rational creature."

"Good, good, good. So do I. Which is why I started an intell branch here at the Order. We are simply overwhelmed. But, if we could find some enemies of our emeny....." He peered at Philip and nodded wisely, cunning in his watery blue eyes. "Do you follow me?"

"I belive so, sir."

"Good, good, good." An eye scan with thermal hand imprint and they were in a drafty long hall, filled with glass cases and odd artifacts. "Look around for a few moments, will you?"

Silver weapons, giant bladed klaives, casting of strange writings made of clawmarks, bone dolls and skin bags, axes made of the jawbones of large toothed beasts....most of the artifacts looked as if they came from the stone age, or Native American tribes, but many of them were too new.

"Here we go." The old man returned with an old book and had it opened to a page with a drawing of a man beast. "Look at this, does this look like what you saw?"

"Yes, very much so." A drawing held no fear for him, but when the old man tossed a 8X10 glossy on top of the book of a blurred shape of a raving monster Philip's stomach clenched and he turned pale.

"Werewolves." The old man said simply, and with a little glee. "They exsist! And, they hate the vamps, or so we think. Good? Evil? We don't know. But, we want to find out, and maybe send them in where it wouldn't be prudent for us to go. If that one you saw could do that much damage...think of the human lives we could spare! If we could get information to them somehow...and keep an eye on them..."

The old man winked. "We have some intellgence about a group of them forming a roveing band, in America, and thought we could incert you there as purly an information gathering mission. We chose you for a couple of reasons; one, you've worked intellence before, so you know what to look for; two, you speak English very well; three, you didn't go mad when you saw the beast."

Seeing Philips frown the older man explained. "Oh yes, see, we don't know why yet, but, most humans get a little deranged when they see one of these creatures in their monster form. We don't know exactly why yet, it's one of the things you need to discover."

In the back of the book was a folder, which the old man lay on top of a case containing rune stones of some type, with the same clawed figures on them. "In here, young man, is your ticket to the West, a passport, green card, revised history, and what we know so far. If your up to it, we'd like you to go on recon and gather intellence for us on this possiable tool for us."

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

Poe's smile widened slightly when he wasn't thrown out, he paused for a moment in thought trying to think what he could do that a carnival might want. "Better just put out all I can do on the table and see what she can use." thought Poe. "Well I was in gymnastic since i was 3, parents made me go till I was 12, but once I hit puberty I went volentarly,... uh I'm not afraid to do anything if you need a stunt man I could do that or just an idiot to do shit to,...Oh! I'm also pretty sneaky with the hand thing, you know um slide of hand stuff like that. Well I can't really think of anything else the only job I've had was driving a truck for my dad's real estate company." Poe paused for a second in thought then ticked off what he had just said "Let'se that acrobat, daredevil, slide of handist, and driver, of course I'm not sure if you need any of those things." Poe looked down at Rana awaiting her answer.

 

[gohan18]

I sit down at a table while the women brings me a a plate of sandwichs and a cup of joe. Looking over at Joe I watch as his sleepely moves back and forth. The women looks at him and says, 'Why don't you lay down and get some shut eye, I"m sure Ken and I can keep our jawin' to a quiet roar.'.

Nodding in argrement I look back at her.'This is the only time you'll get service, Ken, so enjoy it. After this it's every man for himself', she say giving me a look. I hear a snap of a bone coming from the corner.

'Oh, sure, unless you don't have hands, right Bucko?' Looking at the dog he seems to have asmile on his face. I turn around to watch David lay on the couch.

Grabbing my attention again I hear her voice'So, Ken, you've got yourself a badge, so your a member of our little family, tell me about yourself?',

Finsihing chewing a chunk of sandwich I take a swig of coffee and let out a deep sigh. "Well which one ya want the short version or the long version"

'I take the medium she says with a grin'

"Ok well I was born Wisconsin. During my middle years of school I was sent to military school and later joined the army because I had nothing better to do with my life. I became an sharp shooter and demoltion expert during non-combat year."

Taking a sip of of coffee I continue,' Durng a battle I was wounded by a bullet while saving another mans life and was given a honarable discharge from the army services. Then as to waht brought me her. well I saw the add in the paper and for somereason or another my heart just told me to come. Plus the boss seems gald I cam becasue know she has another truck driver."

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana wrote somethings on a piece of paper.

"Ok...So, do you think you could work an act together for the ten in one? Some tumbleing, or a low wire? Like about fifteen mintues long?"

Poe nodded.

"Also, I don't run graff games here, I'm keeping a clean show, but...if you can work up a act with that instead, that's fine, if you want. Also, why kind of truck can you drive?"

 

[Gragon]

Poe Ahtenic

"Um sure, yea, you just want me to put on a show, go freestyle, work up a routine, wow the crowd type of stuff, pretty sure I can do whatever you want in that area, as for the truck I drove one of those big moving trucks." Poe responded.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Cookie

Cookie sipped her coffee and patted her silver curls.

"It's a mean old world out there, it's one of the reasons I got into the carny. Like Disney world, it's usually a happy place, and I can stick my toe out into the bad old world when I need to." She smiles and tosses Bucko a cookie to go with his bone.

"So what jobs did Rana give you then?"

 

[gohan18]

'It's a mean old world out there, it's one of the reasons I got into the carny. Like Disney world, it's usually a happy place, and I can stick my toe out into the bad old world when I need to.'

" I agree with you on that one. But if you can become just as mean and tough then you ain't got a thing to worry about, well death but thats just happens"

'So what jobs did Rana give you then?', Taking a sip of joe I look at her with an upturned eye-brow. "Well I am driving the Octapus ride around and the during the carny I am running the Star Shoot. So now you know about me so whats your story"

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Cookie

"My story....My story..." Cookie sips her coffee and thinks for a few moments. "My story is, that I keep falling in love with the wrong men. I was to be married once, and he was a sod and his family were sods. But none of them were bastards. They all came from the finest stock, and have any potental lady checked out like a brood mare." She sipped her coffee again. "He's dead now."

"And then I traveled a bit, and what not. Saw a bit of the world. Met a very nice man, who I shouldn't have loved but did. He's dead now too." She shrugged and looked sad, memories and ghosts dancing in her dark eyes. "So, I've given up on love and now just entertain myself as I will."

She leans forward and winks and grins. "I'm the carny slut, even tho I'm past my prime by most folks standards."

She sits back up and throws her head back and laughs, causeing David to stir on the couch where he'd fallen to sleep.

"Oh, now look at me, I've just about woke the poor sod up." She says regretfully.

 

[gohan18]

Listening to her story make me think of what it would be like to have actaully loved. Snappin out of it I hear her say,'I'm the carny slut, even tho I'm past my prime by most folks standards.'

Looking up I give her a smile,"Those people who think your past your prime are idiot's. Your a very attractive women.

Finshing up my meal I take them over and wash them off. Looking at the Bucko chomping down the end bit of the cookie, I strecth out.

"Thanks for the meal Cookie it was very good. But know I think I will grab my stuff and head off to find the truck. I will catch ya around"

Walking out off the tent I look around the lot. Not seeing any signs of the ride I take a walk deeper into the carny. After walking a couple of minutes I find the Rig hooked up to the ride.

Walking up rig I notice it is a old 90' Peterbilt. I open the door and climb inside. Getting myself used to the rigs switches I open up the curtain into the back. Swiviling the chair around I find a pretty open sleeper with room to sit and a small desk, a pull down bed and a small fridge. Looking around I realize that I had left my stuff back in my car.

 

[poohlive]

Lenny didn't feel confident enough to back the contraption he drove anywhere. Instead, he went in head first inside the narrowed slot, grimacing as he eased it past the two vehicles on the side. It hadn't been tough, but still, for someone who had only drove a manual town car, he held his breath every inch of the way.
As he got out, he dusted himself off, closing the door. He chose not to lock it up, an old habit that even here was hard to break. There was nothing of value, and despite the fact that this place didn't look like the most friendliest in the world, it felt safe.
Not welcoming by any means, but safe.
He went into the back of the trailer, setting down his briefcase for a moment. Under one of the seats aisde from the tiny kitchenette, he took out a tiny laptop, and set it up. As it booted, he glanced outside, guards walking to and fro, while other people began setting up or tearing down features. They worked like clockwork, he found it hard to tear himself away.
He pressed a few keys, looking at the screen display. Just to check a few things back at home, nothing important really. He turned off the computer, leaving it on the table.
Grabbing his briefcase, he walked out into the midst of things, watching his shoes for puddles of rain and mud. He dressed down for this, and he still felt out of place. Perhaps a bunch of jeans would help. He owned a pair, but hadn't worn them in over a year.
Moving aside from a few people, carrying long poles somewhere deep within the maze of rides, attractions, and tents, he made it to a small office where he had been chosen.
After checking his watch, he felt like leaning against the side of the wall, but after taking a look at it, decided against it.
An overcoat as well, something that would scuff up instead of his clothes. He had some money, a little shopping spree wouldn't hurt him.
If he ever found out how to unhitch a trailer from that truck, he'd be in business. That, in and of itself, presented a day's challenge. He didn't mind finding out on his own, nothing like the satisfaction of doing a few hour's worth of work that would normally take a five minute job.
Perhaps someone would help him. He could ask, attempt to make a few friends. He would be here a long time, no need to alienate himself from the pack before they even got off the ground. He would make the best of it, whether he liked it or not.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Clix

Clix tumbled out of Hides tricked out RV and saw some spiffy dressed guy standing in a sunbeam by Rana's wagon. His whole outfit cost more than Clix's truck and camper.

As he strolled over he stuck a new wad of chew in his mouth; he never chewed in Hides RV, Hides was sensative to smells and crap.

"Hey, Spiffy guy! You lost?" Clix asked, noteing wolfie shaped shadow under Rana's office.

Just then another spiffy guy came ambling out Rana's door; this one toned down as far as the GQ rateing went, but still more stylin' than Clix cared to be with dyed hair and shit like that. More like a 'boarder with cash. The 'boarder dude smiled winningly at the both, bowed slightly, and hopped the siderail and went strolling off. Wind, as Clix reconized now, trailing him like a dark shadow.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Cookie

Cookie closed the hatchway that connected her kitchen to the tent and patted Bucko on the head.

"Watch over him, will you boy?" she asked, nodding towards David. Then she slipped on her coat and stepped outside. The clouds were finally breaking up, she had a little packing to do at the condo and Fred was taking her to dinner tonight.

Life is good.

Holding her finger to her ear she said "Goodnight Russel, I'll see you tomorrow morning at breakfast."

 

[gohan18]

Ken

After a little bit of walking I go pass the kitchen tent and the trailer I had been in just a short while ago. Walking past the front I stop and look at the guard.

"When I pull up can you open the gate"

Not giving her time to answer I walk out to my car and start my Mustang. The engine roars to life as I slip it into gear and pull toward the gate.

Watching as she open the gate I rev my engine letting the clucth out and stomping on the gas as soon as there enough. I feel the back end starting to move back and forth. Glancing in the mirror I notive the mud getting splatterd on a trailer. A slight gren coming over my face I ease of the gas and move my way slowly toward where the truck is.

Getting out I pop the trunk and grab my my bags out of the back and slam it down. While taking them to it I notice large tracks around it. Looking around I make my way up into the cab making sure to lock the doors.

I pull the curtains over the windows closed and make my way to the back. I open up the black bag and pull out my clothes and put them in the storage compartment. Grabbing the other bag I put it on the desk and pull the cases one by one. I take each one and set them in the space above the fridge.

 

[Roughneck]

Philip

Philip pulled the SUV up to the gate early that morning, he took a quick glance around and could make out what seemed to be a carnival of some sorts. He had decided to take the mission, to gather Intel and find out who or what these things were. Though he had another reason for coming. . . revenge. Philip had thought long and hard while on his flight to the states, and it seemed like the right course of action. That creature had nearly wiped out his unit, and the though of having it as an allie disturbed him.

Philip reached over the front seat and pulled up one of several large silver looking brief cases. He placed the case on the passenger seat, and popped it open. Inside was a computer and fax machine, along with several other gadgets attached to the case. He quickly typed away on the keyboard, entering several codes before being directed to the secured site. Quickly he entered data required, before again being directed to another site. Philip stared at the blank screen for several moments, before a few words appeared on the screen. MAKE CONTACT WITH EMPLOYER RANA, ACQUIRE JOB, WAIT FOR CONTACT FROM INFORMANT.

Philip flipped the computer off and closed the case, again he stared at the gate, seeing that two guards were now there. He quietly chuckled to himself, as he grabbed his cell phone and punched in a number. He waited several moments before a voice answered. Philip spoke in Italian, " George my old friend, how are you? I hope you are doing well and that your wife is feeling better." A few moments of silence passed, then the man responded. " Philip, is it true you have been reassigned? I was told your unit was wiped out, where are you?" Philip cut the man short, before continuing." George, I need a favor, this one goes against all that we have worked for, but I know I can trust you."

Philip spent several Minutes explaining to George what was going on, the meeting with the Bishop, the run in with the Werewolf, and what he planed to do. He knew George was loyal to the Church, its operations and the cause, mainly for the fact he had once been a slayer, his departed son was one too. He knew that going against the Order could result in death, but he also knew that Philip was the son he had lost. " OK Philip, I will try and find the information you require, but it will take some time. Also, I will begin to form a team, with your requirements in mind, I figure a seventeen man team ought to do. Now, this will take time, so be patient with me son." Philip took a long laugh, then replied, " George, all I have right now is time. I will contact you in 72 hours, also if you need to reach me, I will be staying at the Beltree Hotel."

The men made a little more small talk before Philip finished the call. He had now been parked at the gate for over 20 minutes, and could tell the guards were quite curious as to who was parked there. Philip grabbed the folder containing his credentials needed to get a job, he hoped she would belive he was a Boss Canvasman. Philip opened the door to the SUV, slowly stepping out and looking around. He was dressed sharp, his trench coat gave him a look of importance, his three day growth, along with body and facial features made him look more like a hit-man then a carney worker.

He slowly walked up to the gate and looked at the guards. He eyed each one, taking in their details, then turning to one he spoke." I'm here for a job, so why don't ya open the gate and show me to the person who's running this joint." The gate opened and Philip stepped in, looking to his left he saw the one guard give him an angry look, In German Philip responded, " Take your eyes off of me before I pull them out and shove them down your throat." He quickly smiled and nodded before following the other guard. He could see the puzzled look on the guards face as he walked off, he quietly laughed.

As he walked into her office, he was quite surprised, he had not expected her to be so stunning, he was taken back by her looks. Quickly he composed himself and tossed the folder on her desk. No words were exchanged between them as she began to open and read through the folder. Philip took a few steps back and leaned up against the wall. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and gently taped one out. Then he placed it to his lips as he saw that she was watching him. Without asking if it was ok to smoke, Philip struck a match off the wall, lighting up the cigarette. He could see she was intrigued, but also could tell that she was getting mad. He knew that he was playing a rough had, but he had to convince her he was for real, had to keep her off balance. Staring her in the eyes, smoke slowly slipping from his mouth, he spoke. " So, do I get the job or don't I?"

 

[poohlive]

Lenny faked a smile, looking at the rather rough and hardened individual. The man looked that of a carny, and he didn't mind it one bit.
Some people had their tastes, and he could certainly understand it, even if he didn't admire it.
"Lost? No, I have an appointment with Rana," he checked his watch, an appointment that was suposed to have taken place five minutes ago.
Finally whoever had been taking her time before had come out, and he felt a little better to be leaving the company of this man. It wasn't that Lenny didn't like the estranged person, he just didn't like being alone with him.
"Ahhh, I believe that's my call. My name is Lenny, I would love to talk to you again sometime, I bet you know everything about this place, could probably give me a helluva tour."
As he spoke, he watched someone come from behind and walk balls on into the office. In a swift turn, Lenny went up to say something.
"Excuse..." The door slammed in his face.
A low growl escaped his throat, but just for a moment. He just looked at the door, wondering how things were really done around here. Of all the nerve... he had been standing right there in plain sight. Anyone could have seen that.
He turned back to the person he had been talking to before, "You wouldn't happen to have a cup of water on you by chance, would you?"
Something cool to drink, that's all he needed.

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

Rana

Rana was skimming the fax that had just arrived when her office was burst into for the second time in ten mintues.

As she watched the intruder lit a cig and shoved a folder towards her. Out of fear she opened it. The name on it wasn't Lenny. With a sigh of releif she shove the folder back and dropped her hands to her lap, out of sight under the desk.

Staring her in the eyes, smoke slowly slipping from his mouth, he spoke. " So, do I get the job or don't I?"

"No, you don't. Now get out."

Outside the doorway Clix cocked his head to the left and reached inside his coat, scowling. "You might wanna move off the steps."