Σοβαρα τι σκατα συμβαινει με τα βιντεο που δειχνουν χαριτωμενες γατουλες να κανουν «αστεια» πραματα στο ιντερνετ; Seriously, the fuck you guys… the fuck…? Αμα ξαναδω τετοιο βιντεο μα το θεο θα παω ν’αρπαξω ενα γατακι, θα το παραγεμισω παγακια σε σχημα καρδιας με μια μανικα και μετα θα πιω τα δακρυα του!
Οπως εκανα στον τυπο με το καλυτερο pickup line που μου εχει ξεφουρνισει αντρας, το οποιο ξεχασα να σας πω στο προηγουμενο ποστ. Wait for it… wait for it…
«Θες να κανουμε αγκαλιτσες;»
Γουοου! Εντ αη μην Γουοου. Αν δεν ειναι αυτος ο καλυτερος τροπος να προσεγγισεις μια γκομενα, ποιος ειναι; The dude was such a beast I wanted him to paw me places! Γι’αυτο και του απαντησα «ναι νταρλινγκ, αλλα μονο αν μου τραβας τα μαλλια ενω τις κανουμε...ααααργκ»
Ναι ενταξει φυσικα αυτο ειναι ψεμμα αλλα ποσο ΓΑΜΑΤΗ θα ημουν αν το ειχα πει!
Για ν’αλλαξουμε κλιμα λοιπον, που λετε εμεις με κατι φιλους μου, εχουμε ενα βιτσιο ας το πουμε, να μαζευομαστε μερικες φορες σε κανα σπιτι ή σε κανα παρκο, να παραγγελνουμε βρωμοφαγητα, να πινουμε απειρα πραματα, να χαζογελαμε, και ενιοτε μεσα σ’ολα αυτα να παιζουμε με αιχμηρα αντικειμενα και να φτιαχνουμε κλασμενες ιστοριες που καποια μη αποδεδειγμενη σχεση εχουν με κατι ζαρια, και ολο αυτο το ονομαζουμε αρπιτζι (rpg, role playing game ασχετοι!) κατα το τελος του οποιου συνηθως κανουμε αγκαλιτσες και τραβαμε τα μαλλια μας χοχοχο φυσικα αυτο ειναι ψεμμα αλλα ποσο γαματ....
Ε λοιπον φετος ετυχε να εχουμε αυτο που ονομαζουμε οπως ολοι οι αρπιτζαδες θα καταλαβουν, εκεινο το campaign που γαμησε. Αυτο που ετυχε να δεσει και το παρτι να’ναι κιουλ και τα σεσσιονς να φτανουνε νεα λεβελς και να περναμε καλυτερα απο καθε αλλη φορα και να καταληξουμε να φτιαξουμε μια κατα την αποψη μας ΚΑΙ ΓΑΜΩ τις ιστοριες. Η δικια σας αποψη δεν μας ενδιαφερει, εκτος κι αν ειναι καλη.
Αποφασισα λοιπον να την ποσταρω εδω ετσι δια να γελασωμε, για εντερτεηνμεντ σκοπους. Θα το γυρναγα ταινια αμα ειχα μπατζετ αλλα φευ... Αλλωστε ποια θα ηταν η θεση του σ’ενα ιντερνετ γεματο χαριτωμενα γατακια ΤΟ ΔΙΦΟΡΟ ΣΑΣ ΓΑΜΩ. Ημασταν πεντε που παιζαμε που λετε, και το παιχνιδι ηταν το Vampire – ναι ενταξει βρικολακες πουστηδες γκεη αλλα τουλαχιστον δηλαδης σας εγγυωμαι γκαραντι οτι ειναι καλυτερο απ’το Twilight (γιατι μιλαμε για πλοκη ανατροπες και σασπενς τωρα, οχι μαλακιες) κι οτι δεν θα ξεκιναει με την προταση «ειστε σε ενα πανδοχειο» - RPG INSIDE JOKE IN DA HOUSE YO! Θα ποσταρω λοιπον κατα καιρους την ιστορια σε παρτς, ετσι για να’στε σε αγωνια τι θα γινει μετα. Και κυριως γιατι δεν εχουμε γραψει ακομα το μετα. Γιατι εχουμε και δουλειες. Δηλαδη η δεσποινιδα φιλη μου και ST της φασης, Merrick, η οποια ειχε και το οριτζιναλ concept και ανελαβε να το βαλει στο χαρτι, εχει δουλειες. Εγω γενικα δεν εχω τιποτα να κανω εκτος απο το να περιφερομαι στο ιντερνετς και να πινω τα δακρυα των lolcats. Γι’αυτο αμα εχετε καμια δουλεια υποψην σας πειτε μου.
Ή ξερω γω κανα γκομενο που να μη γουσταρει αγκαλιτσες.
Αλλα προτιμω τη δουλεια.
Η ιστορια φτιαχτηκε απ’ολους μας, και την σενιαρε η κυρια Merrick στ’αγγλικα γιατι ετσι της βγαινει, αμα εχετε κανα προβλημα μ’αυτο, καιρος να ξαναπατε την τριτη δημοτικου, και μην διαβασω καμια μαλακια για ορθογραφικα ΑΚΟΥΣ ΔΙΠΡΟΣΩΠΕ;;; Η φιλεναδα μου αλλωστε γραφει πολυ ωραια και το’κανε καλυτερα απ’οτι θα το εκανα εγω, εγω προσφερω απλα τον διαφημιστικο χωρο. Κι αμα δεν βρειτε ποιος χαρακτηρας ειναι ο δικος μου, δε ξερω τι σκατα κανετε τοσο καιρο εδω χαμω.
Παμε λοιπον, αφιερωμενο στον Γιωργο, στην Μαρια και στον Τασο... Τσιαρς γιου μπλαντ σακιν φακερς! Σας κλεινω το ματι. Gogoth over and out.
"Every god damn airport is the same… Every fucking plane is the same.... Man, if I don’t find what I’m looking for here, I swear to God ... Well, in a manner of speaking…"
Those were Jo Lee’s thoughts as she looked grimly out the window while the plane was landing on the Athens airport. She was an exotic beauty, but not the docile type. She was tall and had a slender, well-trained body. She preferred to wear black comfy clothes and had very short blond hair. Her asian characteristics mingled very well with her american features. She looked dangerous, and the thing is, that she actually was.
She lifted her heavy luggage with one finger, wore her sunglasses and smiled at the wondering bystanders as she walked out into the chilly night. "Shit, suppose I gotta go check out the Prince, and man, I hate politics... Oh well, you gotta give some to get some…" she thought and started looking for a cab.
Adonnen was sitting in the v.i.p. area of one of his clubs. He was bored. Bored to death, one could say, and that would be some understatement. He smiled at this peculiar thought. Death can have so many forms... He looked like the prince of a long forgotten small european country. And he was one, although his crown was his money and his throne was his properties and connections in the Czech Republic.
"I am hungry" he thought and looked at his club, which was booming with music and people. And then he spotted her. She was wearing a red dress and looked delicious. He waved at a waiter and instructed him to bring her to the v.i.p. room. After a few seconds, she walked in the room and smiled at him.
"Thank you for joining me here. I am Adonnen. What is your name, my beautiful lady?" he asked.
"Melinda", replied the woman and casually sat next to him on the leather sofa.
"Can I order you something to drink?" asked Adonnen, and as he mustered her face at the close up, he felt that it was strangely familiar to him. "Do I know you from somewhere?” he smirked.
Melinda smiled again. "From one of your dreams, perhaps?"
Adonnen laughed and relaxed. "It could be…" he replied.
All at once, Melinda’s eyes lost their flirtliness and became cold.
"Though I am certain it was a nightmare" she yelled, launching at him with a stake in her hand.
He parried at the last minute and looked up to her fiercely.
"You should know sugar, that I don’t swing that way"
"Neither do I" answered Melinda as she drove a second wooden stake through his heart.
Medea looked amused at the shaking hands of one of her fans. "Could you please sign this autograph for me? I love you work! You are the best actress ever!"
She took the napkin and kissed it, leaving a red kiss mark, and gave it back to her bewildered fan. She was an ethereal beauty. With her long dark curly hair and angelic features of her face, she was just like a nymph visiting from another world.
"I am sorry darling" said Medea with her melodic voice, "but I have to be somewhere before dawn, I hope you understand… Or maybe not", she giggled and left him staring. She had much more serious thoughts clouding her mind.
"Will I succeed at convincing the Prince into letting me at last make that play into reality”, she wondered, “or will I get caught up in one of his usual political schemes? Hm... we shall see…"
"You could say, that those ancient Greeks were some real resourceful buggers!"
The whole theatre was laughing like there was no tomorrow. Neighost took a moment to enjoy his speech’s applause, and looked at his students with pride. He was a successful professor, teaching at the UCL Institute of Archaeology in London, though he did not look like your usual professor. He was tall with short brown hair, and he always seemed like he was ready to set off for an excavation in Mexico, all jog looking and athletic, with polite casual ways that made his students adore him. It was nice to have a job that evolved around his passion, but his passion wasn’t the least satisfied with his academic career. It went deeper than that, and it certainly was not history... at least not the official version of it.
"I’ll miss this place" he thought. "But I have stayed here long enough. It’s already been 20 years and people will get suspicious... Just like they always do".
Before Jo Lee could reach one of the cabs, a tall, kinda geeky looking young man approached her.
"Hey. You must be Jo, right? Marvin here. Have to take you to our beloved Prince".
"Well this was fast, Marvin dude, didn’t expect to find you in the welcome committee" said Jo.
"Expect the unexpected" replied Marvin.
"Quoting again, are we?" said Jo. “Get over it man, we’re not on the internet anymore".
“Trying to make a good first impression and apparently failing miserably" answered Marvin with a smirk.
"You can quote at your heart's contents if you like, but you know why I am here... I hope you sources are legitimate. I am not keen on wasting time because of useless information, which actually you provided." said Jo.
Marvin smiled reluctantly. "The information is accurate, I can assure you that. He is in Athens. Though, btw, I don’t see why you bother looking for him, I mean he must be a pretty shitty Sensei if h.."
"If you want to keep your head attached to your body, don’t go there, dude" hissed Jo.
"Ok ok" mused Marvin, "chill, I was just saying…"
They had reached his car, a green old volkswagen who had surely seen better days. Marvin started the engine, and with a silent Jo on the passengers' seat, the car slowly made its way to the highway.
“Btw”, she added promptly before slipping into silence again, “you can call me JoJo”.
Muffled voices reached Adonnen’s ears as he woke up. He was in a very nice and warm situation. Tied up and gagged in a small smelly room.
“This is just great”, he thought.
He tried to escape the ropes that were restraining him, but in vain. Two figures walked into the room. One of them was Melinda. She looked very angry. The other figure was a generic bad ass looking kind of guy. He grabbed Adonnen and forced him into the other room. It was a large office with many tables and chairs. A few people stood around the room in alertness.
“Welcome, Adonnen. Take a seat. Do not be alarmed. We just want a tiny favor and then you will be free to go” said a tall man in a suit who was standing with his back to the room and was looking out the window.
“What the hell do you want from me... where am I?'” Adonnen asked.
“This is not what we agreed” said Melinda angrily. The suit guy ignored her and gave Adonnen, who was now sitting in one of the chairs in front of the large windows, an amused look.
“You see, this is a situation where you can choose to be treated like a gentleman or like a scum... It’s all up to you. All we need is your signature, and then you can be on your way”.
“And what if I refuse?” said Adonnen.
“If you refuse.... well it’s gonna hurt a lot, I can guarantee you that”, said the suit-guy.
“I see..” Adonnen muffled, “and what do you want from me? Money? You can have money, there’s plenty to go around...”
The suit-guy smiled and put some papers in front of him. Then he ordered one of his thugs to untie him and give him a pen.
“You sign here... here and here”.
Adonnen took the pen and looked at the paper. It was something about his properties in Czech. Then he looked at the suit guy with piercing eyes, trying to convince him that it was in his best interest to just let him go. His blood gave him the power to do that to people, he could convince a Catholic school girl out of her panties and right on a pole, for all that mattered, but this guy was strong, blood powers didn’t work on him. So Adonnen did what every logical thinking kindred would do when outnumbered and overpowered... In a flash, he jumped out of his chair and through the window. Fortunately, it was only 3 stores, so he just sat up and began to run. After a few minutes, he realized that he wasn’t anywhere near the Czech Republic anymore. But he did not stop.
Adonnen run and run and then run some more, until suddenly he spotted a gorgeous red-haired chick driving right beside him on a chopper.
“Hop on” the beauty yelled at him.
He looked at her, confused, still running.
“How can I trust you?” he yelled back at her.
“Do you really have a choice?” asked the woman impatiently. “And as far as trust is involved... I am the sheriff of this town, after all”.
“And which town is this again?” asked Adonnen.
“Some call it Athens” she replied.
“Holy shit... how did I get here?”
Adonnen finally stopped. He looked at the bike for a minute, then went ahead and took a seat behind the red-haired woman.
“Ok then...” she smiled “next stop: Elysium”.
Medea stepped inside the Great Britain hotel lobby, or the Elysium as it was formally known to most kindreds. She smiled at the receptionist and he smiled back, bewildered by her beauty, giving her a note with a code. She walked to the elevator, stepped in and typed in the code. As she stepped out a few seconds later, she got the feeling that she stepped into a whole different world. The large hall was full of all kinds of different people. On one table she could see businessmen having a heated conversation about the stock market. Right next to that table, there were a bunch of hooligans, the two of whom had a bras de fer contest. The piano gathered a large group of people around it, enjoying the performance of what seemed like a 30’s cabaret singer in a very revealing black satin dress. Three tables on the left were occupied by a group of hooded people, who where looking very dead, so to speak, or not. A beautiful young girl with long blond hair and a somewhat lost stare was in a corner, holding hands with a middle aged man. There were servants everywhere carrying glasses with a red liquid substance.
“This is all so typical” thought Medea, “but I have to admit the atmosphere is quite endearing”.
She approached the huge security guard who stood in front of a huge wooden door by the end of the huge hall.
“I am here to see the Prince” she said.
He didn’t bother looking at her and just motioned at the waiting room, which was next to the shut door. Medea took a seat.
As Neighost walked into the waiting room, he recognised a beautiful young woman sitting on one of the chairs. A famous actress, wasn’t she? Medea looked ready to rush to the door, when a red-haired woman walked in with an air of authority. Behind her, followed a young obnoxious man who was arguing with someone on his cell phone.
“Yes I’m in Athens... Yes in Greece, so send me some money and some credit cards... What do you mean there were some men in suits.... WHAT DO YOU MEAN EVICTION.. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT EVICTION MEANS... look, just leave it all to Mari, she will know what to do...”
Adonnen shut his cell phone and started thinking out loud .
“What idiots. Why do I employ such fuckers? Oh yeah... loyalty”.
“Dude…” mumbled a demanding street-accented female voice that made Adonnen quickly turn around. “Dude you’re like… in my way. Son of a duck bunch of creepy loonies…”
JoJo Lee stepped into the waiting room cursing with a strangely amused look on her face.
“And what up with that red-haired bimbo just brushing us off and walking in the office like she owns the place?” asked JoJo.
“Well she is authority. She's the serif around here, you know” Adonnen answered a bit annoyed.
“What’s your point?” JoJo grinned.
The door opened again and the red-haired woman stepped out.
“I am Jin Tonic”, she announced.
“And you're on the rocks fo sure” said Jo Lee in a very low voice.
Gin ignored the comment, which was no easy thing to do for a woman of her temper.
“The Prince will now see you all”.
Jo, Adonnen, Medea and Neighost stepped into the office.
To describe the office as nice would clearly be an understatement. It was luxury at its highest standards. Big heavy curtains were hanging at the windows and the art pieces on the walls seemed unimaginably authentic. A rather grotesque taste could be noticed as the themes of the paintings were blood, blood, some more blood and guts swimming in a pool of blood. Only one painting differed. It was a portrait of two young aristocrats of the 16th century.
"Now that you are all here, I may as well welcome you in Athens” started the Prince. “I hope you are all familiar with the rules of the Camarilla, which is the formal authority of this city. And for your own shake, I hope you do not intend to break any of them. You may introduce yourselves now, and state the reasons of your accommodation in Athens”.
He sat back and looked at Medea.
“My name is Medea, as some of you that follow the arts may already know, and I am here to organize a great theatrical show. I am a well known actress…”
“Yes I know who you are, go on” said the Prince.
The concept of the play I am working on is based on an ancient Greek tragedy...” Medea continued.
“Hm...” the Prince interrupted again. “I was thinking more of a biblical performance which emphasizes on the vampiric aspect. I believe that in the period of a month I will be able to draw the funds for your project”
“But.. you see, that wasn’t exactly what I had in…” Medea tried to argue.
“No need to thank me dear” said the Prince and turned his gaze on Adonnen.
“Ehmm, my name is Adonnen. This is actually quite an embarrassment for a man of my status, but I was brought here in Athens against my will”.
“Yes, yes, I heard what happened” said the Prince. “You can look into it if you want. I would suggest you to. The place where they kept you is actually a firm, I am told".
“Some more information would be helpful..” said Adonnen, quickly adding “if you could be so kind”.
“The firm’s name is ‘Griffin’” stated the Prince. “We will inform you when we know more. Until then, you are kindly advised to avoid eluding the city… for the time being”. He then turned to a bored looking Jo.
“Name’s Jo, Jo Lee” she said. “Some call me JoJo. Nothing fancy to say about me, I’m just here on… vacation. Yeah, let’s go with that” she cheered, grinning. The Prince was not amused. He glared on her for a long minute and then finally turned to Neighost.
“So, you are an archeologist?”
The firm and hoarse voice shook Neighost up from his entanglement with the painting on the wall. He nodded respectfully.
“I study the Elders” Neighost replied, “and I have received information that one of them is actually here in Athens”.
“Interesting” said the Prince, pausing for a moment, “hmmm, most interesting. And may I ask who provided this information?”
“Well…” Neighost hesitated, “he’s one of my connections here in Athens… I don’t really know him in person, we just talk via phone or e-mail. We kind of share the same passion for Ancient Greece.”
“And this connection’s name is…” asked the Prince impatiently.
“Now the thing is, I don’t really know. All I know is that he goes by the initial V. At least that’s what I call him.”
Jo's face suddenly jumped out of its constant grin. She turned and glared at Neighost with piercing, intimidating eyes, as her hand discretely brushed against the left side of her hip, where her beloved precious sword would be if she hadn’t been asked to leave it outside before she entered the Prince's office. And she almost never partied of her katana.
“Is something the matter, miss Lee?” the Prince wondered. “You seem rather… strange”.
“Oh, no sweat…” JoJo replied, quickly looking all cheery again. “My beloved Sire used to go by the name V. It would be a blast to see him if he’s hanging around here. It’s been ages, it would be nice to say… hello” she concluded, unaware that she was touching her thigh again.
The Prince seemed to pay little attention to what one would probably refer to as a “crazy bitch stunt”, if one expressed themselves that way.
“So this concludes our little meeting” he stated. “I don’t want to hold you off, I am sure you have urgent matters to attend to. You are all excused for now. Go enjoy our beautiful city. We shall keep in touch.”
The four newcomers stepped out of the office confused and looked at each other. Jin Tonic approached them quickly.
“You should all exchange numbers” she instructed. “A lot of new members of our kindred society went missing in the past three months, so it would be a good idea to move in groups. Here is my number, please don’t call for idiotic reasons. Ok, now be good girls and boys and keep out of trouble”.
Jo urgently put the piece of paper with Gin’s number on her butt pocket and rushed off to the security guard’s counter to take her katana back.
'This was like one of the worst forced meetings in a pen and paper game with dungeons and dushbags and ridiculous shaped dices” she thought as she stepped out of the hotel and into the night. “They actually got me hungry” she whispered, still smiling like some jolly underworld clown.
End of Part 1
(στο επομενο επεισοδιο, η πρωτη μεγαλη μαχη, ο αρχαιος brujah και η εμφανιση του V, tune in next week…. or month… or whenever)