Seems Mr. LaRoux has beaten me to the punch yet again. Do forgive me, New Yorkers - the mind tends to slow down with age, which means that even were I not already addled with madness I would lack the metheamphetamine-like fervor with which my colleague pursues his job ( Read more... )

My deepest apologies for the tardiness of this report. I thought it wisest to let this month's stimulating round of Flogging Mr. LaRoux finish before I added more noise to confuse the signal ( Read more... )

Having not attended last Court I cannot offer a formal report on the proceedings - a fact I'm sure will send my fellow Beckette Mr. LaRoux into fits of giddy laughter not unlike that of a schoolgirl who just won Justin Bieber tickets - but the rumor mill churns whether Court is in session or not, and so I have a few tidbits to share:

How much is ( Read more... )

Burr is gregarious, enjoying the eyes of the room upon him. He's clearly taking pleasure in the tension and trouble that swirls around him like a tornado no one will acknowledge even as it sweeps them away. I can't help but like him just a little in spite of his reputation.

Or maybe because of it.The thought comes to mind unbidden and I ( Read more... )

It's cold here. The wind blows through the trees, causing icy branches to crackle against one another. My feet crunch on frozen snow as I pass through the final resting place of so many - of Basquiat and Bernstein and Tweed and of others long since forgotten. The blank stares of angels and saints carved from stone follow me. It seems like ages ( Read more... )

The bitch doesn't even bother hiding her awful garden from me anymore.

Why should I, darling? We're out of the closet after all...

Shut up. I hate you.

It's not me you hate.It's smaller than the last because this boat is smaller. The monstrosity Xavier gave me never made it back from Virginia the last time I was exiled... the last time. My ( Read more... )

This city is bleeding me dry.

The shadows reach out with long fingered tendrils and wrap around my limbs and my throat, sapping the life from me. They pull me to the cold pavement and I feel myself go as grey as the stone buildings that reach into the sky as I sink into the street.

This city is bleeding me dry.
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There are other bodies here. They hang from the cave wall, impaled on the stakes through their chests. But the others are not my concern. I'm only here for one reason, and then the Gangrel can have this cursed place to themselves to jump through whatever hoops are laid out for them ( Read more... )

He snarls as my blade strips away another layer of flesh. I admire the exposed muscles in his abdomen as they tense and struggle against his bonds. The flesh begins to heal, and coarse fur begins to grow in other places that have already knitted themselves over ( Read more... )

I was aiming for its heart. Carve it out and slice it up and be done with all of this once and for all. But this place - whatever it is - it its home, not mine, and instead I dig my knife into its wing. But I hit it. It doesn't react, but I feel the blade tear through whatever passes for flesh in such a creature ( Read more... )