2018.06.19: Princes of Escondido - Bike Race

Princes of Escondido - Bike Race
Festival thrown by Anarchs between Prospect and Escondido
IC Date	Tue Jun 19th, 2018
IC Time	18:00:00 2018, PDT
Players	ST: Ilias, Allen, Anezka, Angelica, Arianna, Brittney, Bubba, Caerus, Carys, Devin, Edgar, Goliath, Guivre, Lawrence, Martha, Morgan de Rossi, Oleksiy, Sharpe, Silvana
Location	HWY 15, south of Escondido
Prp/Tp	Princes of Escondido
Spheres	Vampire
Theme Song	MUSIC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzxQ4rMhnsM&index=1&list=RDfzxQ4rMhnsM

As the sun sets over the horizon of the Pacific Ocean, a strange kind of howling starts to build in the North. The streets come to life, and a fire of excitement starts to race as rumors of The Princes hosting a rally of some kind makes its way to the ears of many. The rumors seem to have travelled far and wide, and attracted the attention of all kinds of individuals, not least of which being yourselves.

Just outside of Prospect proper, on the outskirts of the Camarilla's borders - just south of Escondido, on Route 15. Barricades have been setup, rerouting traffic to Route 5 as though some kind of overnight construction crew was operating for the stretch of miles. Cars, motorcycles, big-rig trucks, even monster trucks are parked on both sides of the highway and all along it. A mixture of police officers, and street thugs standing side by side to reinforce the barricades of anyone trying to force their way in. Large brutish looking biker-types, carrying chains connected to three massive dogs each roam the perimeter and enforce the crowd.

There's a lot of people in the crowd, sitting on top of car hoods and roofs, standing and dancing on top of 18-wheelers and chanting. A stage is setup, built of crude metal and what appears to be pits of fire burning on either side. Music blares from stereo systems, on the back of flat-bed trucks for miles.

It almost appears like a Vampire Faire. Events are setup all along the highway: Rock climbing walls, racing of all kinds, fire pit jumping, strong man competitions, music and libations, and so much more. Though one thing becomes obvious quickly, getting in - seems to require getting past the barricade guards. Those who fail to prove their street cred, intimidate, bribe, or seduce their way past - get turned away. Those that try to sneak past, if caught - are handled quite roughly. There's hundreds of individuals here: Welcome to the Jungle.

The loud one-note song of a heavily modified Harley Davidson engine pierces the night, although with the din and roads of fellow motorcycles, it's anyone's guess if it garners any kind of attention. The giant riding it, however, rides alone and quiet; in his side car, an equally massive Pit Bull, dressed in a helmet and goggles for comedic effect. Goliath wears his colors -- green, white, and orange, of Ireland, and of the Anarchs 1% Motorcycle Club, of which there doesn't appear to be any more members with him at the present time. He drives down the road, into the general area, and parks in an assigned section.

Oleksiy has heard of the events happening, and is a curious type. So he changes out of his normally professorial style of clothing, and makes his way out. Seeing the barricades he looks along them for a moment, before simply approaching the barricade, and moving to walk right on through, he doesn't seek to engage any of the guards.. not unless they seek to engage him.

Allen rides up on a bike that looks like it was put together with half a dozen different motorcycles. Think something out of Mad Max or Daryl Dixon's pieced together bike in The Walking Dead. But by the sound of it, and the way the engine races it is supped up. He doesn't look like your average biker. The only leather he has on is a solid black vest. He's wearing jeans, and a tee shirt, with a pair of worn looking cowboy boots.

Lawrence is riding in, not flying any colors, and his jacket not patched, and his bike not Harley. In fact, his jacket is weather worn and beaten, faded due to desert winds. His bike is... a jigsaw puzzle of mismatched parts. It does have a beautiful diesel growl as he guns it and coal rolls anyone getting too close behind him as he approaches the barricade.

Morgan had heard about the event, and it caught her interest. She just had to get out because she has a friend among the Bikers, but she is not sure if his name will be enough to get her in past the barricade. She is hoping because it certainly seems like a fun evening she would love to be witness too. And well maybe she can walk past unnoticed? And if not -convince- them to let her through if necessary. She is dressed in tight black boots and jeans, a black long sleeved shirt tucked in and her blond hair pulled back into a long curly ponytail. She has her own charms and her own ways about her.

Martha pulls up in a converted crown vic Interceptor in midnight blue. She finds a place to park and gets out with a look about the area and see who is about to watch the bike races tonight.

A sleek black motorcycle heads up to the area out from the desert highway. The biker dressed in black, with a black helmet. Carys does not make much notice of herself. As she arrives, she finds a place to park and when she gets off the bike, she takes off her helmet exposing her bright fiery red long hair. It tumbles down her shoulders and back. Placing the helmet away in the bike, she adjusts her clothing, unzipping her leather jacket. She stuffs her hands with those fingerless leather gloves on them into her pockets, and heads towards the barricades and the entrance. She strides with a confidence, no nonsense attitude. As she approaches, she opens a couple of extra buttons at the top of her shirt. Why not? Tonight is fun.

Arianna certainly keeps an ear out for news about things like racing, and stuff on the street generally. So when this comes up, she cruises out for a look on a sleek white racing bike. Only when she gets to the barricade her stylish version of biker doesn't seem to impress much and she gets shooed off by those at the barricade she first runs into. Despite the very affronted look she responds with. So she goes to cruise around it first for a better look.

Guivre just walks up wearing ratty street clothing, this evening he has replaced his usual attire with a tattered duster, gloves and a dark green beanie. He looks weather worn as he walks up to the party but keeps his distance from the gates as he sizes up the scene from the shadows.

Silvana of course also heard about this little party and she has her reasons for being here, now though does she come in by herself or does she find some sap to come in with. She rode in on a rather old and very nice fat boy Harley. She adjust her jacket and gets a grin on her face as she seems to have a plan.

Devin Quinn makes his way along, following the direction of the crowd. All the leather and denim mixed in with patchwork logos on jackets, loud powerful engines, smooth quieter ones, and the scent of petrol, grease, money, blood, adrenaline and desperation roll over and around him.

From the north the rumble of a engine tuned for loud and proud. Bubba comes riding in on an American Indian Chieftain, complete with wool blanket, to make Escondido great again. He pauses for a moment at the barricade to adjust his aviator goggles talking to the one of the guys before they wave him on in. Gunning his engine loudly for a moment before riding in to find an empty space to park his bike.

Martha spends a bit going back and forth with a couple people on the perimeter, and well she does have one hell of a mouth and sharp tongue when she gets going, probably Agate's influence. But in the end she and the car get thru and find a spot to rest and watch.

Brittney isn't in her suit for once, but in a black leather jacket and some jeans. It is hard to tell when, or how she arrived as she seemed to blend in with most of the crowd that was around. That is until she got up to the barricade and one of the guards shoves her violently. She keeps her cool however and smiles, "I am on the list to get in." She pulls out a large roll of cash, all hundred dollar bills. She looks the man over a bit, and counts out several bills, "Mind checking?"

Silvana puts her hand on her hip as the guy she was going to grace with her presence has been snatched up by some other woman and called a whore. She rolls her eyes as she looks around for another target.

Allen rolls his bike up, and talks with the dude that comes over to him. He is joined by others, and they seem to hassle Allen - a bit too clean cut, supposedly his bike looks like shit, etc. but through it all Allen seems to take it calmly, detached. He offers a few bills to the first man, catching his hand then as the man starts to snatch the money. That is when Allen gives an odd little grin, and the man winces a bit, and seems to give it at the look in his bright blue eyes. He waves Allen on through the line then. With a curt nod of his head, Allen drives on through, glancing around for somewhere to settles himself.

Guivre continues to prowl the perimeter of the party and every so often he cuts his eyes to the gates as if he were looking for someone... waiting for someone. He meanders closer with a natural confidence in his posture and a broad lop-sided grin on his face. "Hey, womanpie!" Guy calls out as he gets closer to the gates. In doing so he draws the attention of a scrawny young woman in tattered shorty shorts and various articles of fishnet. The blue hair punk princess sizes him up and returns the greeting with, "Nice beard, asshole." Guivre never misses a beat and offers a tiny mock bow of his head. "Made it myself." There is a pause before he casually asks, "How the fuck do I get into this party?"

A street fair of biker vampires? Well that just smells like opportunity to Sharpe. His car pulls up and the driver, a very large man himself, gets out and opens Sharpe's door. He steps out and pats the man on the shoulder. A woman steps out behind him and both of them take up post on either side of Sharpe. While he himself may be dressed to the nines in suit and tie and shoes. His guards are obviously armed and armored. He'll walk up to the biggest no neck having fucker with dogs who looks like he's guarding an entrance.

Making his way to the entrance, Devin falls back on what comes most natural and with a few well chosen words, slips his way through and begins wandering and taking in the sites.

Edgar is driving a nondescript and thoroughly unimpressive subcompact. When he gets out in jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather vest he strides over to make his way into the party. A big bulky dude with an unnecessary amount of facial piercings moves to get in Edgar's way. Edgar stops and looks up at the guy flatly and reaches out to poke the guy in the chest and he just moves him out of the way. The punk looks quite shook and stands there rubbing at the spot on his chest as he watches after Edgar moving by.

Carys spots a guy who looks loaded - from his clothing to his jewelry and overall style. She saunters up to him, slipping a hand on his arm up to his shoulder. She leans in and whispers to him, and then gives him a grin and a wink, as her flaming hair curls just so around her face. Those buttons undone on her shirt certainly help as well. The man grins back and says, "Oh yeah? Let's go have some fun then." His brows waggle and he offers his arm to her. Carys takes his hand and walks with him up to the guards. He vouches for her, and together they walk inside. She keeps next to him, checking out the place now that she is inside, and a sugar daddy.

Guivre ends up getting snuck in the door by the blue haired punkette and the two wander around for a while making faux-aggressive small talk. Eventually Guy says the wrong thing at the right time and the two part ways leaving him free to explore the area all on his own.

Bubba is strolling around having a look-see at the various shit going on. Thumbs hooked in the oversized belt. Not moving fast. You could say he's moving at a white power walk.

Martha is on her car dancing to the music and well every so often turning to look over to the activity at the fire pit in the distance with open curiosity or some strange morbid hope someone will miss the jump hard to tell really she is a bit taken with that, as well the Music.

Lawrence doesn't roll on the guards, but he does parade his bike around the ground, showing it off, even answering some questions on the design. Yes, those pipes really are from a kitchen sink! He gives the bike a final rev and heavy smog burst, downwind and black as a 1900s factory as it covers the plant life behind him in black, tarry soot.

Getting into a 'war of words' with a member of the security team, Goliath's words quickly become a shoving match when they fail. Punches are thrown, and landed; his dog barks up a storm. When the dust settles, however, the guards seem to think that a few punches had by both parties is a good enough entry fee, and let the giant in.

Oleksiy is briefly stopped by one of the perimeter people. He doesn't say anything, stopping looking first at the hand, then into the man's eyes. He stares at him for a long moment before the man gets uncomfortable, and releases him. Without change of expression Olek moves on past the guards and into the event itself.

Arianna's cruise around takes her to a another spot where she approaches the barricade, rolling up on that sleek white bike. Where she has a chance to wave to some other bikers with Barbarians jackets. A few friendly exchanges there gets her waved through. And so she spends a few minutes first mingling with a group of Barbarians.

Allen turns and spots Lawrence, and his makeshift bike, then looks to his own. He rolls it over to the other man, and starts to compare the two, "Looks like we might have gotten these from the same manufacturer." He tells the large man.

Morgan smiles as she slips on through the barricade without any trouble at all, on her own, without the worry of anyone having to usher her in. Just the simple quiet dropped name of a friend. A soft smile on her lips, and a shake of her head at something that clearly amuses her. She smiles as she looks around and takes in the chaos of the atmosphere tonight, the music, the mood, it is all rather soothing at the moment and she is enjoying it so far. She is a smart young lady who for the moment seems quite capable of taking care of herself.

Caerus decides to walk in. He goes to walk right by one of the gate thugs who puts his hand out and actually touches Caerus' chest. Caerus stop and looks the guy in the eye, "Remove the hand or I'll remove it for you and then make you eat it." The thug's eyes actually get wide trusting Caerus will do exactly what he says and moves aside, "You...you can go in sir." Caerus nods and makes his way into the group.

Brittney smiles at the guard as he looks the money over. "You don't look like you belong here." She just shrugs pulls out a couple more bills, "Just check." Eventually the amount of money in her hands is larger than his annoyance for her trying to walk in, and the man grabs the cash, and then gives her a shove as she heads on through. She lifts a hand and waves to them as she heads on by, "Thank you."

Silvana doesn't have to look for too much longer before she finds someone who she smiles and whispers in his ear who is willing to get her past the guards, not that she couldn't get in all by herself but you know sometimes you just have to bat the eyes.

Lawrence doesn't see a lot of familiar faces, but gives the bike an extra gun when Silvana or Carys looks his way. Giving the Allen and his bike a look over. "Dunno, think whoevah built yer bike mighta left a few screws loose."

Allen grunts abit like a gruff chuckle, "Left a few screws loose, or /was/ loose a few screws?"

Sharpe walks through the barricade with his two companions. He smiles faintly and takes in the sights. With a roll of his shoulders and then neck he moves along with the crowd

Carys hears Lawrence's bike and looks over toward him. She gives him a chin jut of recognition, but otherwise remains attentive to the whale she caught, as they walk around checking out all the 'fun' going on at this gathering. She may recognize others, and will give them a subtle nod. She's trying to keep her 'friend' happy until she finishes getting what she wants 'out' of him.

Arianna soon breaks free of the Barbarians to do some mingling around the crowd, having a look at who's around and what they're up to. And chatting people up casually to fill in a few spots. Maybe she'll run into a closer acquaintance with the mingling.

2nd Set: The Concert From Hell

As the music pumps, and the base beats like a wild drum in the chests and ears of those present - making use of heightened senses painful and deafening - the crowd seems to be partying and raising hell. Everyone is getting ready for the main event, the bike race - and those Anarchs more regular are taking bets and making deals. Though the currency here, rarely seems to be 'money'. In fact, it's all rather Carthaginian here - they trade favors, contacts, ghouls, even blood is being openly traded and exchanged.

As the concert plays on the stage, and vampires with too much potence play strong man games, truly psychotic individuals run across pits of burning coals and the occasional frenzying vampire is beat down by a crowd of others and left in torpor on the ground. There are kindred of all walks of life here.. some more open about their allegiance, and some in disguise and just trying to blend in.

All kinds of vehicles are present, supped up bikes and cars, massive trucks - skulls are a common decoration and the outfits here range from simple street clothes, to strange alien-flesh crafted ravers. The music is loud, the lights strobe, and there's a thick scent of blood everywhere. Vampires biting Vampires, Vampires biting ghouls, ghouls feeding off others. There is a chaos in this place, foreign to anything one might normally find in the quiet domains most come from. Even those of the Sabbat might be caught off guard by this display, not they aren't joining in on the games.

The music quiets to a dull roar, and a man comes out onto the stage.

The twisted blue face of the man, and wicked pointed ears likely marking him as one of the Nosferatu. He raises his gloved hands into the air and hisses over a microphone, "Are you fucking bitches having a good time?!" Who would ever let a Nosferatu open for you?.. but here, it is met with roars and cheering. Fist-pumps and clamoring. As he continues. "Prince Goblin welcomes you all! I free you from your chains, and servitude. I awaken you from your crypts of slavery. I tear down your walls of mediocrity and invite you tonight.. to celebrate who the fuck we are!" and the crowd roars and explosions go off in the fire pits, which send some of the nearby vampires running and result in laughter from the crowd amongst the cheers. "Let the mother-fucking games... BEGIN!" he shouts, and the music kicks up once more.. and a group starts clearing the road for the preliminary events.

Goliath flinches away from the fire; some forces are too powerful, even for him. With his dog on a leash, the bulky behemoth of a man wades deeper into the crowd -- glancing all about and taking note of all that's happening. For now, he's just a rough face in a crowd of rough faces.

Martha jumps for new joy for the games at the fire pits from the top of her car. Then hearing the speaker she goes on in full forces with the rest of the crowd cheering for the Nos on stage, then cannot resist watching the fire pit from her place on top of the car just fascinated by the violence there. These are the times being a 6 foot tall woman is so nice.

Oleksiy moves like a silent wind through the people. the number of Vampires counted, servants noted. How the business is done, and who seems to be doing most of it. He is here learning, watching, but not interacting just yet.. having not seen any of the others he knows anyway yet.

Silvana looks around as she takes note of the people present and where who is. She looks for a good place to perch herself to watch the games as she gestures to her date they should head that way.

Lawrence gets wide eyed feral smile as the fire erupts, letting out a huge blast from his pipes and a loud war WOOP before pulling and pocketing they keys. Popping the other man with the custom job in the shoulder as he heads into the crowd to mingle.

Bubba glances around at the crowd before raising a fist in the air in similar style. "Wooo." sounding as excited as a biker at a dog show. Before he watches the flames and the cavorting young vampires "Bistriz all over again."

Sharpe's brow raises at the sights. He quietly tsks and shakes his head to himself. He wanders around though, taking note of what he sees and who he sees, filing it all away for later

Morgan had not quite expected the music to get so loud or the fireworks to go off as they had but now and again she jumps and a bit of her own nervous energy starts to build around her. The energy easy enough for her to sucked in by regardless of how nervous it may make her feel this evening. She was not sure what to expect but this was not it and does her best to stay to the edges and just find a place up and out of all the commotion below.

Allen says, “Fuck you, asshole," stares at Lawrence as he starts to rub his arm, but the slight discomfort had left it before he was able to get his other hand up to rub at it. Perhaps a remembered response. But damned the dude must have some good Potence for him to have felt it at all. He ends up sitting down on his bike, and simply watching those around him for the moment, although his nostrils flare a bit at the scent of fresh blood, his tongue flickering out to run across his lips.”

Guivre continues to move around the area, he doesn't stop long enough for anyone to notice him and he keeps his gaze averted from the fire pits. He looks around as he goes and makes sure to appear as though he is no particular hurry. In his left hand is a stainless steel flask in a leather case. He sips from it every so often but never partakes of any party favors... the mention of games gets no visible reaction from the man.

Once past the perimeter Edgar relaxes into the crowd, avoiding interest not through sneakiness but by not being that interesting. He catches sight of Arianna and her bike eventually and makes his way in that direction. He's taken aback briefly at the loudness of the MC and the explosion.

Carys cackles loudly and yells, "ROCK ON FANGBANGERS!" She is having a great time, and as the fires stoke she just laughs and leans in to her sugar daddy. She whispers to him, and he turns his head and they share a wink and an open mouth kiss. She moves to go find a good place to watch while he goes to place some bets.

Caerus just nods to the music staying invisible in the crowd until the goblin comes on stage. He moves to where he can get a good look at the man. He doesn't seem to flinch at the fires at all, though a hand does drop to his side perhaps too quickly. As most people's eyes look to the fire, Caerus looks to where people are not looking.

Brittney looks around the place at the crazy sights and loud music and explosions going on. She doesn't get too close to any of the overly crazy stuff, as those things are not really her style, she is more chill as she looks over to the ones preparing to race.

Devin mingles, making his way to various spots such as the rock climbing wall, and one or two of the other games and competitions. The music is primal and exhilarating in its way. He understands why the disenfranchised enjoy it so much. He makes his way to several of the bikes, looking them over and listening to the conversations and even chatting up an individual here and there. Devin watches two individuals who seem to be simply trading blows, one after the other, taking turns to see who can last longer. There was a very wild west feel in the air and he kept his eyes moving about as he marveled at the logistics that had to go into this event. He had seen something similar once, south of the border, though this had the feel of more planning and control. f As the voice kicked in on the speakers Devin turned to look. No, this was certainly not the sort of evening Amelie would have likely planned. As the roads are being cleared, Devin finds himself shifting with the pulse of crowd, as he ponders all the 'exotic' sights.

Allen pushes away from his bike then, moving toward the stage and that interesting looking Nossie. Blue, blue... where had he seen that before?

Arianna might not be too fond of the noise, but crowds are her thing. Even if she's not joining in with how wild this one is with displaying. But, hey, she does tend to stand out in her own way. And Edgar's approach gets an amused smile and something of a wave. When he's closer she'll remark aloud, "Well, some people are really in to the party. A but wild for me, but I'm going to have to get into the race"

Oleksiy continues to make his way through the people. He keeps clear of the track area, but otherwise simply continues to move smoothly along. Faces are examined, and finally he does spot Arianna, and Edgar, making his way in their general direction.

Edgar glances around at the chaotic goings on and frowns a little before pausing to take a closer look at Arianna's bike "It's not at all what I'm used to but I am supposed to be collecting new experiences. Velocipedes have certainly come a long way since Mister Michaux and his steam engine."

Lawrence for being a dirty biker, does respect other's bitches. Ghouls get a pass from the burly biker. They have a job to do. Blood dolls on the other hand? Little cracked out suck toys? Here, those are for yum yums, and he has no compunction against grabbing a loose one if any are around.

Allen seems at a loss for any familiar faces if they look at his face is anything to go by, but then it doesn't seem to bother him. He listens at the stage a while and then starts to wander around simply watching. If he gets a chance to snag a little something he will. Be they ghouls that have wandered away from their Masters or some sweet thing that is simply looking for a fang.

Arianna gives Edgar a laugh for his comment with an, "Oh, wow. Um, yeah." She pats her bike and remarks, "I've been too busy arranging racing to getting the best toys. But I can show off some style, at least." Then she adds to Edgar, "Well, this has certainly drawn an interesting crowd," while giving a little wave to the approaching Oleksiy.

Martha realizes there is free roaming food here, the fire for a few forgotten as she watches people feed openly on some of the ones about the place with fascination and a gleeful grin on her face. Her mask slips allot here as she enjoys the wildness of it all.

In his wanderings Guivre makes his way to the area around the stage and he starts to pick his way through the crowd as if he meant to head backstage but he is stopped before he can get past the first wave of security. He holds his hands up when a big meaty fella shoves him in the chest and tells him to, 'Step off.'

Guivre backs away smiling playfully and holding up his gloved hands, "Hey, hey, no harm, no foul big fella... I'm just a fan." He slinks back into the crowd while walking backwards with his eyes on the security he just ticked off by trying to get backstage.

The Seven-Feet Tall Goliath signs himself up for the strongman contest -- "Stay here, Tiny," he says to his dog, who sits contentedly on the platform, waiting for his master.

Lifting massive amounts of weight, slamming mallets and making bells ring -- the man beats almost everyone he comes across, save for a few notable elders. And even then, it's neck-and-neck. Goliath certainly proves the nickname stitched into the front of his 1% biker patch.

Silvana is trying to find a good spot to be able to watch when she is suddenly grabbed by one of the vampires who tries to have his way with her. Sadly for him he find himself punched on the ground as she looks at him "Keep your hands off" that last for about a moment before she gets grabbed by another who tries to drag her off. So much for her companion who gets assaulted by a few vampires.

Edgar glances aside at Oleksiy "Good evening kinsman." then he nods back at Arianna "I never made a particular study of mechanicals but your ride certainly looks quite impressive."

Devin stands, both hands on his cane as he casually watches the enormous titan who almost gently wades his way into the crowd to grab a mallet. Good night he had a swing.

After finding him a bit of fluff to enjoy for a while Allen leaves her a little on the weak side, but at least alive. Seeing the strength displays he wanders over in that direction. He watches them show off lifting bikes with one hand, and then move on up to a car, then a pick-up truck, and then.... holy SHIT one of them lifts a diesel - balancing it then with one arm. When the call comes for arm wrestling and one-on-one battles of strength he shrugs and moves up in line. And he signs up for it, and waits his turn. He glances over, and then up at the huge man, and smirks, but gives him a nod.

He must have seen her when Morgan first came in and began to stalk the quiet lady as she moved through the crowds, entranced by the music. The sights, the sounds, drawn in further into the crowds, and darkness, and fire, until his hands wrapped around her and pulled her closer into him, as if to dance with her. Forcing her eyes to look into his own, as the fire danced in her own. Morgan's eyes locked there now, and backed into the center of a crowd of vampires interested each in taking their turn with her as the energy of the night seems to tighten its grip on the crowd. She was locked onto those eyes until his kiss sunk into her neck and it was all she could think about, as her arms began to fall limp at her sides, unable to fight against the kiss. Only the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears now, and her back pressed against an 18 wheeler as she is being fed from.

Carys waits impatiently for her guy to come back, and is thirsty! Time for a snack. A guy walks by that looks lonely and tasty. She gives him a look, and crooks her finger. It doesn't take much to get him around to her side, and she whispers in his ear, and he replies to her. A few laughs and suddenly, they are kissing. She goes for his neck and you can just see the Kiss over take him, as she gets a good long sip from him. He looks quite happy up until she releases him. She kisses the area, and then takes his chin in her hand, and looks at him in the eyes. She says something, and he kind of blinks. Giving him a deep kiss, he sort of just stays there, and she then walks off to find her sugar daddy. The guy is still for a bit and then touches his lips, smiles and continues on his way.

Lawrence makes his way toward where Silvana is being accosted. Rescue? Hardly. But the show looks interesting. Watching the old Ghoul beat up snot nosed punks.

Bubba looks around. Or at least the head swivels. Then Bubba starts walking through one of the light towers. Or at least a crane with lights dangling from it and starts to climb. Looking out at the party from up high watching what is going on from above. Teeth revealed as he sees what's going on here.

Arianna gives Edgar a pleased grin and strokes the sleek white bike while she winks at him, "Italian style goes a long way. Fast too. I haven't had a chance to really tune for serious racing. But we'll see." She does keep some attention around at some of the shows going on. There's a certain thrill to getting away with showing off blatantly. Even if she's not indulging in that sort of showing off herself.

Oleksiy nods to Edgar at his greeting, and offers to Arianna "Good evening." he looks about "There are a lot of people here.. "

Sharpe continues his meandering around, taking in the sights and sounds. A little smirk crosses his features and he seems completely unconcerned walking through a crowd of thirsty rowdy licks

Caerus was looking about when something caught his eye. He moves away from the more dense crowds and he tries to figure out what was happening. He sees the chaos of the crowds and nods to himself, perhaps seeing something he doesn't like. He turns his head away from that though to continue to look.

Martha was here to race, and race she does proving she can hold her own, there are people ramming, people using dread gaze window to window, for every car that makes to the end well another crashes, somehow Martha not only manages to knock some other drivers off the course, she also manages to get her car to the finish with minimal damages. Then again she is driving a Crown vic interceptor for a reason. She does not win, comes in about 6th, but she makes one hell of a showing for her and her car.

Silvana is definitely putting on quite the show as she tosses one another tries to join in. She s putting quite the struggle as punk vampires think she's just going to be some easy meal. She notices Lawrence close by and she throws one of the punks in his direction, hey he didn't bring any popcorn.

Lawrence may not have the most Potence, or the biggest muscles, but after years of slinging lumber, has a good grasp of fulcrums, and he drops his shoulder to give the boy spun his way a toss, bearing fang and flashing claw (Protean). Escalating the situation, and putting on the show of 'she's taken'.

It's so fast -- how Goliath snatches up a scrawny, drug addicted skeevy-looking blood doll -- and before anyone can say 'boo', fangs penetrate the dermis and the epidermis, blood flows and his mouth catches it. Hungry from expending blood to buff his physicality to intimidate the guards, which failed, he drains her. Once done, he shoves her away; it happens in less than 30 seconds, and there's a look of genuine shame at the end of it all.

Guivre has melted into the crowd and he's got his eyes open as he continues to prowl the scene. He steels his nerves despite all the debauchery around him and he keeps a grin on his face. A blood doll tries to lure him in with the temptation of razors blades across her skin but laughs off her awkwardly when she presses into him. "I don't eat junk food, sorry mon ami." Stepping away from her and blowing a kiss before he turns on a smart pivot and continues on his way.

Edgar nods at Arianna "Do the Germans make motorbikes now? The Italian artisans have always been quite remarkable in such things." Then he nods at Oleksiy "There certainly are."

Martha scans the area and calls out, "Morgan get your ass over her now!!" as she looks for that little ghoul with a bit of a pissed expression once her car is locked down cause well Martha has priorities.

Devin moves on from the viewing of the various hammer swings as vamps attempt to outdo one another. As he passes, he sees a young man who he assumes to be snorting cocaine off the front fender of a motorcycle before vampires feed from him. A faint smile touches his lips at the sight and the thought that all that was needed was a mob of Anarchs fueled with such vitae. A moment more and then he passes on to the next sight in the menagerie.

Allen watching in amusement at the antics going on around him, especially Silvana and Lawrence doing the ghoul/vampire version of toss, and then the tall Goliath in the line with him. He makes it into the strength games and oddly the more scholarly looking often smaller than his opponents makes out very well. He takes on, and wins, against each opponent.

Bubba looks around and spotting someone he does recognize he slides down the tower. The 'Murican begins making his way towards Caerus pushing through the crowd with little concern as to who gets body checked as he moves with the force of Manifest Destiny.

Brittney seems to be in complete control as she wanders around. It helped that she ate before coming, so the temptation of blood wasn't very strong at the moment. "Sure seems like a crazy crowd here."

Silvana has tossed enough vampires around she could have been in vampire tossing and win at this rate when enough vampires get tossed around they seem to lick their wounds and leave her alone a few are watching her as she adjust her top as she eyes the ones who are still considering "You try and I might not just toss you" she warns them as she starts to fix her hair. The poor bastard that brought her in has been beat down at least they got him.

Morgan can't answer as she is passed between the vampires and that kiss is keeping her out of it, unable to focus, just the gentle thump of her heart slowing down heard in her ears, a little too much of her blood taken causing her fingers to curl. She wants to push away, in her thoughts at least, but it is just her thoughts and she is feeling very weak. A blackness starting to fill her vision. In the distance a voice she might have heard that was somewhat familiar, but she cannot call out for help.

Devin makes his way through several such scenes of passion unfurled. He seems unbothered, and actually perhaps enjoying the free and open venting. As he stumbles upon another scene he recognizes a familiar face that flashes into view. "Morgan?" he stops and looks over, looking her over to see that she is still breathing.

Lawrence moves up next to Silvana, using a claw to pick his teeth, looking at the ones she out on the ground, smirking at the lot of them. "Gonna bottle dere souls an sell 'em ta movies fer genie props fer da Donna?" he asks as she taunts the ones left. Maybe the few will take the hint.

Bubba suddenly emerges from the crowd looking down at Caerus as he looms. "You. You should know something." it's such a white man's burden to educate the locals. "You should kill everyone here. Before it is too late. Wipe this place out." such a casual way to put it.

Martha get there not far behind Devin and just moves to one holding Morgan and pistol whips him or her no hesitation at all as some crazy red head 6 foot tall comes up and pistol whips someone with one word. "Mine."

Silvana laughs and nods "I should, I am sure she would have the fun with their souls" she looks at Lawrence as she fixes her hair watching for anyone that might try again, for now she has been left from being picked on.

Allen with a roll of his shoulders that might look a little odd to anyone watching closely as there is a rippling effect through them that runs down his back underneath his clothing, he stands then, and looks around at the other activities. More than a few of his opponents look at him shaking their heads in wonder. His attention is drawn then to a crowd fighting over a pretty blood doll. Or perhaps a ghoul. Who knows? He watches them curiously a few minutes as he fishes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Sharpe shakes his head again and sticks his hands in his pockets "Let's go." He mentions to his two bodyguards and makes for one of the exits, which seems to bring him on the scene of a pistol whipping and some idiots feeding far too much on someone else's ghoul "You might want to cut your losses boys, you seem to have pissed off the red head and we all know how fucking crazy they can be." says the ghoul with the hands in his pockets

Caerus looks up at Bubba, "The end will come when it gets here. Why should we rush it? I will do what is necessary to do, when it is time to do it." His words are spoken with conviction. They have the ring of truth in them. Anyone nearby listening might wonder at the large man urging the smaller one to slay them all, and the smaller not acting as if this would not be impossible at all.

Carys spots the fire games and obstacle course - and DAMN if she is drawn towards it! Anyone that knows her /knows/ how she feels about an obstacle course! She slips off her leather jacket, handing it to her sugar daddy she found along the way again. She takes off her buttoned down shirt as well, exposing her white pale skin and black pushup bra. The shirt goes to the man with her jacket who just grins thinking of getting the rest of those clothes off. She adjusts her gloves takes a look at the course and the flames, and takes a stance ready to take off - like she is waiting for the buzzer to have her go. Carys then breaks out in a run, dodging sudden flames and runs across a set of tires, over coals, and then JUMPS for the swinging ropes, all Tarzan like, as she SCREEEAAAMMSSS as she attacks this course. Partway through the ropes she slides a bit, taking a bit of a fall toward the fire beneath, and then gets back up and finishes that section. She takes a second to 'breath' and assesses the rest of the course. She revs herself up and heads to the last set of ropes that have burning globes at the end, all going over burning cars. She goes from rope to rope, yelling as she does, fighting this course with EVERYTHING she has got, fangs bared and all. Just before the end, the flames burst higher and burn her arms, and she keeps at it, pissed off. "FUCKING HELL!!!" Last few ropes come along, and she pulls and tugs and hangs on with all she is and FINALLY hits the end. She may have made it and is excited for that, but being pissed off and slightly burned has her in a rather feral state. Her hair askew around her, soot on her face from the flames, she looks like the monster she is. It will take her a few moments. to recover from this - but she will reward her sugar daddy since her blood is really pumped after this.

Martha is pumped and well she knocks that poor guy holding Morgan silly and Morgan is dropped as she looks to Devin, "Get to my car, I need to play." with a grin, and no sign of humanity to her in this moment, even her voice is different. Yeah seems the crazy read head is up for a fight. The others who were feeding off the ghoul are debating run, or play.

Oleksiy spots the events going on with Martha, and Morgan. His brow furrows just slightly and he comments to Edgar and Arianna "Things are going to be getting out of hand here soon." as he releases a small bit of his power. An eddy of wind surrounds him and then flows off to surround the Vamps that were feeding on Morgan. If your close enough, such as Morgan and Martha, you're likely to hear what they hear. a Cacophony of voices urging, coaxing and finally ordering them to flee, or die.

Lawrence lets out a cheering WOOP again as he sees Carys nailing the obstacle course, shouldering one of the recovering, embarrasses vampires aside and clearing a bit of space around Silvana in the process. "Ya here all by yer lonesome chicky? Nah Roostah er Hen lookin' over yer shoulder? Seems like dis might be dere kinda party."

Bubba gives a slight shrug "This is just the first. They are using a similar tactic as the Mohemedian horde.." Mohemedian. That's some top shelf racism.. From like over 400 years ago. "You should look to the other roads into Prospect.. You will find that they are likely setting up similar 'parties' there. You are under siege."

Silvana smiles "I might be by myself, I might not, you never know what might be lurking just over the hill" she grins at Lawrence.

Devin winces slightly, as he Morgan thumps to the ground. He had been hoping to handle this with a little less injury to her but he moves over nonetheless to crouch beside her and feel for her pulse to ensure she is ok. He watches Martha, deciding to see how it goes, while staying close enough to intervene if needed. Then a little smile to Morgan. "It seems you had lovely time."

Sharpe takes note of faces as he moves towards the exits and looks over the crowd "Hmm, lots of idiots who showed far too much to too many." He shakes his head and makes his way out of the area

The entertainment was too short, and he heads over toward the two that were playing volley and catch earlier - Silvana and Lawrence. "I should have seen what I could do against you," he tells Lawrence, giving a curt nod of greeting to Silvana, "There wasn't a lot of competition over there." Hearing something else curious he turns his head towards Bubba, giving him a look as if he wondered if he was a crazed Malk, or... and he frowns sharply.

Brittney wanders over closer towards Martha and them, to see what is going on. They seem to have things under control, so she doesn't jump in yet, but keeps an eye on them in case something does happen.

Arianna remarks to Oleksiy, "I'm pretty sure getting out of hand was always the intent. Pretty much started that way. This is all about drawing all sorts of attention."

Silvana looking towards the voice that speaking behind her and she nods to Caerus "Against me? Why would you want to see what you could do against me. Did you miss the tossing?" she grins. She looks towards Bubba and looks him over.

Martha looks about something is different about her, Martha pulls out her keys, "My car now, I have some thrashing to mett out." in a voice a bit lower than usual, her skin paler, and hair darker? "NOW!" is commanded to Devin as she takes off to well beat on the ones who harmed Morgan.

Lawrence gives Caerus a laud, raucous 'HAW' at the idea of pitting them against each other. "Nah. Flashy displays is all like a peacock puffin 'is chest. I ain't struttin' lookin' fer someone ta pick me up. Just wanna let da hair down a bit."

Edgar glances over at Oleksiy's direction and frowns disapprovingly "Are we going to have to get uncivilized about this? So messy."

When they turned on Morgan to face Martha, Devin, Oleksiy, they just short of dropped Morgan and pushed her back behind them. Her head is not quite clear but she hears the voice of Martha in a distance, and as she moves to try to listen to her, she is pushed back hard into the truck, and slumps against the ground. "You are not going anywhere blood doll." She is then picked up and held by her arms so she cannot leave, as one faces Martha. "You want her bitch come and get her!"

3rd Set: Wheels of Fire

The Games have indeed begun, and the festivities are insane. Blood sports aren't the least of it, as Vampires show off in ways that is sickening and perverse. The party rocks on, the music louder and as things progress - they only grow that much more chaotic and insane. Ghouls find themselves targets, and either bitten or fending off being bitten - while blood dolls walk openly in skimpy outfits and razor blades cutting themselves and feeding any who wish until they pass out in pale puddles on the ground.

The Mosh Pit is far scarier than any normal club's - potence and fangs, claws and head banging by Tzimisce horns. The music entices and the crowd cheers. Vehicles are lifted, as large as 18-wheelers in acts of total disregard for mortal eyes - potence maniacs like roided out weight-lifters celebrate their victories violently. The car races are more like death races, drivers seek to knock vehicles off the road almost as much as trying to win the race. The flaming obstacle course, results in vampires shrieking off into the crowd, or being lit on fire and left in husks to burn away.

Once more the music dies down, and a another figure walks out to greet the group:

"Tonight we feast and give thanks, we dine upon the weak and celebrate the strong. Prince Hector comes for your salvation, to release you from your captors!" the booming voice of the masked man, nearly 8ft tall comes out. He wouldn't need the speakers, but his voice is echoed on them all the same, and seems to reverberate throughout the area. Once more the crowd hollers with blood struck eyes and dripping fangs. He lifts a modified automatic pistol into the air, and starts firing off rounds. Others in the crowd draw their weapons.. blades, guns, and start shrieking and firing into the air as well in celebration.

After a few minutes of roaring noises and gunfire, he speaks again. "Now the event you have all been waiting for.. Take it Prince Bride!" he snarls. Lights flash towards the road once more, and standing amongst the crowd.. and giving off a presence of intimidating Majesty to anyone too close, is:

The Bride Prince beckons intoxicatingly with her long slender pale white fingers to the crowd and she speaks in a whisper, that is echoed alluringly over the speakers. "Come on boys.. its race time. Show me your hogs and rockets." She winks at the crowd and smiles viciously.

Guivre hasn't honed in on the ghoul fighting and he hasn't put his name in for any of the contests; instead Guivre is steadily making his way through the crowd and occasionally stopping to small talk the locals about their Fearless Leader.

Oleksiy nods to Edgar, and Arianna "Indeed.. But we cannot allow one of our own, even a servant to be harmed like this." he straightens and walks in the direction of Martha, and Morgan. Sizing up exactly how many of them there are..

Devin looks to the man and nods "You are correct about her, unfortunately she isn't 'yours'. While I do not have any personal issue with her being fed from, being fed dry is a different matter.

Allen gives an impressed clap when he sees the Bride, and glances over to his bike. But looking at the ones hurrying to sign up he shakes his head, muttering, "Need more money to juice her up enough to even compete worth a shit." He looks over at Silvana then, "Could arm wrestle with you though, that would be a kicker. You might be able to beat my ass, and at least you are better looking than those ignorant muscle heads."

Caerus nods to Bubba, "I'll check that out. You should probably wander away from me now." He starts to move away from Bubba and look towards the thing he was seeking out earlier. His eyes scanning the chaos, but looking toward something else.

Arianna suggests to Edgar and Oleksiy, "I think it's best to let the owners take care of their own pets in this kind of free for all." Then she grins and waves to them while she starts up her bike, "Race time. I'm up. See you at the other end." She revs the engine on that sleek sport bike and then takes off toward the race setup at the best speed that won't be running over people.

Lawrence gives Silvana good look over eyes going to the bike races a moment before he leans in. "Think I might jus' find out what's over dat hill. Watch that tight ass out here, wouldn' want yer boss ta come unglued on us all." as he heads off toward a gathering batch of Gangrel.

Edgar nods at Arianna "My thoughts exactly though my kinsman is of course welcome to do as he feels is proper. I imagine the Tremere will call for assistance if they need it." The he looks over at the revving of Arianna's engine "Good luck."

The rumble of the large V8 under the hood of the black Lincoln Continental is heard before the car is seen. It skids and stops near the edge of the main events, in a area that can give it a higher survival rate. Also the large and brutish woman in the passenger seat with a Combat Shotgun seems to be a good insurance. The driver's door open and the barely naked form of Anezka steps out of it. She raises an eyebrow, grinning as she sees games happening. "Why the fuck no one told me about this?" She asks herself before walking into the crowd.

Silvana smiles at Allen and then hmms "Well I think I'll give this course a little run, cheer me on boys" she lightly pats Lawrence and Allen before she turns to head to get on her bike.

Lawrence makes it up toward the edges of the event, giving off a loud howl, before even he's completely abandoned his human form. The night awaits, and he finds a gathering of Gangrel that share a disdain for the heavy crowd. The lot of them follow suit, growing claws or shifting into full wolf form, letting out a chorus of howls as the first batch abandons the party.

Martha moves and tilts her head as she watches them then her eyes narrow and she just moves to close to the man as she draws a blade "Not a doll Moron, my friend." and strikes at him.

Bubba chuckles and nods to Caerus as he turns and begins ambling away back into the crowd. He's not taking part in the racing. Not having a bike tuned for it.. Also this body is great with bikes. But it doesn't get a say in what is going on. The big guy stops to watch redhead try to rescue her pet.

Allen nods to Silvana at the pat, almost as if expected, but then watches her and the other female bike rider - Arianna, giving them his attention. He seems more interested in the bike racing than he had been in the cars. But then again, he was busy with his own shit too then. The continued squabble over around the feasted on ghoul gets his attention a bit again.

Goliath is hanging out, still, in the strongman competition area -- talking with some of the other competitors. Tiny is nearby, panting and generally behaving as a good-boy guard dog would.

Carys had took her honey for the night aside and he isn't with her now. Who knows what happened, but she has a grin, and is looking quite refreshed. Her shirt is tied around her waist, her leather jacket back on. She heads out to watch the races.

Oleksiy doesn't approach as closely as Martha is, but he wants to clear a path for Devin to get to Morgan, he makes a slight gesture an again the wind seems to coalesce around him and then surges forward like an icy battering ram, to hit one of them hard, and cold enough to leave ice coating his clothing, once he regains his feet. "I think it's time we left young man" he speaks to Devin "can you retrieve the lady? and we shall make our departure."

Angie steps into the outskirts of the event. She is dressed in black leather...nothing bright to attract attention. She lets her eyes look over the place. "Holy shit..." She mutters to herself..."was this the life I was heading for?" She makes a note not to ....stare

Arianna guns her engine and blasts off with the crowd of racing bikes, winding and twisting through the hellacious obstacle course. While she keeps pace with the pack, she at least manages deftly and cleanly dodge the other racers trying to win with a swing or a kick. Those flaming obstacles cause a few flinches and weaving as she blasts through flames here and there. But she does keep going, guiding that sleek white bike all the way toward the finish line. Not at the front, but quite a bit better than all those who didn't make it at all. Screeching to a halt past the finish line she takes a few moments to slap away at smoldering clothes and hair from some of those stray flames. There's some liberal cursing in Italian to go with it, and a snarl for any looks her way she doesn't care for.

Martha is smiling that strange smile in her near black eyes as she just goes for the leader, no hesitation of thought does a long scratch on the vampire then giggles looking at the vampire blocking them from Morgan, "Arms, then fangs, then legs and dick." almost singing it out as Devin reasons with the man, and she plays with him. (Helping Devin convince them to give Morgan to them)

Morgan is being held up by the two vampires, and it is certainly good thing, because she is not sure she could hold herself up on her own. Black splotches filling her eyes. She has lost a lot of blood and she is feeling very cold and weak. With Martha's knife being pulled, and her Devin's voice in their ears speaking of her belonging to someone, and Oleksiy attacking at them, They decide it isn't worth it and let her go to fall to the ground, uncaring about her. She is just a ghoul after all. "Let the blood bag go boys, we can find more. The night is still young."

Silvana adjust her helmet because she has a feeling she is going to need it. She gets on that fat boy of hers and as the flag is drooped and everyone sets off she at first seems to be trailing, perhaps she was waiting to see what others are planning to do to each other and sure enough they are people trying to kick others off their bikes. Sil has no problem driving around them even jumping a few as she begins to make way, as fire flashes here and there it doesn't bother her as much as other drivers who are getting out of her way. As she sees the course slowly clearing she guns it passing up the pack and doing something rather daring as she uses one of the larger hills to let her jump to the front, bad for her one of those flame does go off as she makes the leap but doesn't stop her from coming in first and winning the race. As she comes to a halt keeping her helmet on for a moment or two as she puts out the little fire on her slacks. The Bride Prince seem to be waiting for her and she gestures for Silvana to follow her into a trailer.

Devin's eyes shift to the side as he is about to give Ole a quiet look of understanding, but as Morgan is dropped suddenly he winces, knowing she wasn't in a shape to not fall. His blood having been quietly pushed and used to fuel what was promising to be a fight he lunges quickly to catch Morgan. "Well, that was...a waste." he opines softly to himself as he eases her to the ground and checks her pulse to make sure she is at least going to live, eyes looking to ensure her wounds are all closed.

Guivre spends his times cavorting with the locals and he fades into the party scene with a natural zeal. Guy saunters from one copse of people to another and each time he asks them similar questions, cracks similar jokes, gains their trust for just a few minutes... He uses his time well and with each micro-interrogation he finds out a little more about their hosts. Guy takes a sip from his flask as he pauses to watch the show.

Allen watches the race then intently but doesn't show very much emotion for either those that crash or those that win, even though Silvana gets a thumbs up. He turns away then, as if he has lost interest, and starts to wander around again, ending up seeing them drop the pretty ghoul on the ground and he wanders over in that direction.

Martha looks pissed as slides her blade away, "We could took them all and given her their fangs." to Devin. "She needs tending." moving to well get some arrangement set up if her phone has a damn signal here. "Need to get her out of here." looking about the mad house as she sees if her texting works.

Angie keeps walking amongst the crowd...gently bumping into Allen. She looks up at him a moment...muttering a "sorry"

Allen turns to Angie, his expression not really changing, but then stares at her for a long moment, "It isn't as if you knocked me over, no harm done."

Oleksiy nods in agreement with Martha and offers "I can tend her, safely, once we are out of here.. " and he will help get her out.

Edgar doesn't run over when he sees Arianna on fire. That would be silly. He does notice and much like he said about the others, he trusts that if she really needed assistance she'd ask for it. The whole spectacle seems a little overwhelming.

Devin, unlike Martha, is not angry. These things happen and it was to be expected. As he checks the young woman over, seeing that she is alright, he sits her up and opening his wrist he pushes it to her mouth. "Drink Dr. I hope we learned a valuable lesson tonight?" he says gently.

Martha helps to get Morgan to the car, with Devin, and Brittney if they come, as to blood, what the hell give her enough she can heal. There is plenty of food about, well nah she has her own supply, nasty looking blood dolls.

Arianna soon revs her engine again to roll away from the scattering bikes after the race. Off to find acquaintances, or at least people of interest, or perhaps somewhere to lick her wounds. Those are some nasty burns, after all, and it's not good on the outfit either. Well, at least the bike made out alright. Eventually she'll come cruising up to where she left Edgar with a wry, and pained, smile.

Allen oddly though he does extend his arm out to stop Angie from walking away, "Just curious though. You here alone?"

Angie looks at Allen fully and watches him as he stares a moment...tilting her head. She goes to walk away and she finds herself running into Allen's arm. "No..." She lies...(if you want a roll lemme know)

Brittney goes over to Martha, Morgan and the others. "You all seem to be stirring up some trouble, though by the looks of it, there are a lot of people getting into far worse around here."

Carys has been AROUND in the Sabbat now for 9 months, and has seen and learned things of the Sabbat from being shovel headed, to watching that happen to others, to going to Mexico City and seeing Cardinals and Bishops and all sorts of SHIT happen. She has met dignitaries, and done some nasty things for them. She knows how they all work well enough that she has claimed the roll of Bishop in the area. Let alone, she has been pack priest and has become well versed in their ritae. She is a trove of knowledge that grows with each event, and meetings.

Allen arches a brow at Angie, and shakes his head, "No, you aren't. That's some more stupid shit. Those like you are getting their asses jumped."

Martha looks over to Brittney, "You want me to hunt them down and get their fangs?" she is well serious. "It might make Morgan feel better later, and well I came here to race, and I did, could not even place. But I held my own, top ten."

Edgar quirks an eyebrow at Arianna "That looked.....invigorating?" the last word offered perhaps a bit tentatively.

Devin looks to her "I was having a wonderful time. I would have let Morgan continue enjoying hers if she wasn't running out of blood. That one however, " he smiles and nods towards Martha's direction "is a little unbalanced it seems. I will leave the good Dr. to you ladies," he gives Martha her keys and lets them take Morgan.

Carys has her eyes on alert, and starts picking up things happening. She sees Angie and Allen, and just shakes her head a moment. "Not again." She just keeps her distance, and takes mental notes as she looks to see whatever other fun she can get into.

Bubba snorts and shakes her head at the knot of Tremere "That's what you get for letting pets off the leash." popping his knuckles. "You probably don't want to stick around here too long. I'm sure someone will destroy this place sooner or later."

Angie stops suddenly as he says "those like you..." She watches him with her dark eyes....raising an eyebrow. She goes to move around his arm

Morgan is tucked away inside the car by Martha and Devin and Brittney not saying a word as she has a wrist shoved into her face to force her to feed for awhile, and then just curls up on the backseat of Martha's car sleeping. Her color returned but she is still worn out.

Martha looks at the Keys and pass them to Brittney. "I want to stay." never mind the car is hers, "Devin you are being an ass. I am fine, and this is like interesting." then a look to the strange one talking to them, "Hello you are?" to Bubba.

Brittney shrugs slightly, "I am sure you can do it, though I am not sure killing a bunch of people here is a very good idea. Or even really maiming them. Things are pretty crazy around here though, so I doubt many of them would mind."

Allen grabs her arm in the same tight grip he had his opponents in the strength matches, smirks at her, "Unless that is what you are looking for coming n here alone. If it is, I've worked up a bit more of an appetite."

Devin nods to the ladies "Or she will end up in the back of another truck. You should probably just put her in the trunk. " he smiles saying it loud enough for Morgan to hear. "On a more serious note however, I have something to tend to, so one of you take care of the young lady." And with that he heads off.

Arianna eyes Edgar's adjective leerily for a moment before admitting, "Yeah, it was that. A touch more painful than the sort of invigorating I prefer." While she rubs a bit at a burn, "This is going to definitely be a vivid memory for a while."

Silvana eventually steps out of the trailer and reclaims her bike moving it away as she looks back to the trailer a moment.

Bubba looks at Martha "I.. Am someone that has seen quite a bit here. You are surrounded by enemies if you haven't noticed. Names are dangerous things." the hulking biker gestures around. "You have not noticed what is going on. But.. Enjoy the games while they last."

Angie yelps when he grabs her arm tightly "Oww fuck!" She feels a shot of adrenaline pump through her blood...she then shakes her head quickly "No..no that's not why I'm here." She tries getting her arm back...and failing.."Why not her?" She gestures to a loaded blood doll with blood running down her arms

Martha looks to the man with a more Curious glance, her eyes lighten, and her hair as well as she tilts her head and narrows her eyes a bit at the man, "The thinning comes at the end?"

Allen continues to smirk at Angie, a bit of fang showing now as his eyes rake over her with a rather vulgar expression. "You are fresher, I don't care for sloppy 3rds, 4ths or however many have had her already tonight."

Final Set: Grand Finale of Blood

As the festivities continue into the night, the music plays loud and the party goes on. The crowd builds and wanes, more Vampires from all walks of life and background arriving and violence and tests of conflict break out as things grows increasingly more dangerous. Then the libations grow more exciting. Explosions start going off around the perimeter, and screams of panic mix with the chanting of music and excitement.

People emerge in the crowd with guns.. though they are not normal guns. In fact, they are squirt guns. The kind that have the backpacks, and quick action pumps and really good range. They start firing off into the air and crowd, casting a crimson mist over the crowd all around them - as it starts to rain.. blood. The band plays their closing song with a roar, the speakers blare up to an ear-piercing level and fog machines kick on and start sending mist through the crowd, mixing and culminating with the smoke of the fires.

The crowd goes crazy, violence breaks out, the music stops - many frenzy, and vehicles start moving and people start dispersing the area.

Devin continues, looking to replenish now that it seems his preparations were for naught. Eyes scanning as he looks over not only potential food, but the rising shift of the crowd. The fight against these bikers would be ugly most likely. They seemed more and more like a congregation of packs to his eye.

Guivre walks away, coming out of his hiding place under obfuscation, he just walks away from the chaos rather than be caught up in it.

Edgar nods at Arianna "If you wind up needing any cosmetic adjustments you know how to get a hold of me of course. I think I am going to cut out early, I feel like I've seen all I need to see."

Angie feels another shot of fear as he looks over her with a smirk and fangs ...the word "fresher" the icing on the cake..she goes to pull away and sees the crowd riled up, looking back to Allen

Bubba gets full of something more than McDonalds. That there is blood as a bone spike rips through his large tummy and his insides spill out in ways vampires don't experience. That there's fresh blood. A ghoul? Bubba looks down at the injury and frowns in annoyance. "I warned you." is the comment to Martha as things go to shit. Annoyance is then replaced by confusion followed by agony. "Whuh?" and then the body keels over in an expanding pool of blood.

Carys cracks her neck, and starts to head out of this. She has seen blood baths before - even taken one. But this shit... BAH! She had her fun and she's going to take her leave back to her haven. Too much going on - and no Spyder here to even enjoy the blood rain. Too bad. She punches any in her way, and heads on out of this place.

Allen starts making a hoarse barking laugh as the blood starts raining down on them. "Come on little dove, time to get the fuck outta here, things are about to go to shit quick." He seems to realize something, and he burns blood to ignite Celerity as he steers them to towards his bike. "It's take your chances with me, or face what they'll do to you. Believe me you don't want that. Let's go."

Martha looks to Brittney, "Got a ride cause I am out of her." and yeah she has the tank to ride over anything that does not move out of her way. She is working it with all she has and Morgan to get out in her car.

Arianna remarks to Edgar, "This is probably the kind of party not to stay to the end at." And then the final business starts and, yeah, it's time to start getting out of there. She'll keep an eye out to make sure Edgar is in his car first. And maybe possibly spot Angie while getting out of the crowd?

Silvana was already making her way out with her bike since her exit from the trailer. She isn't in the mood to fight off Frenzy vampires right now so she gets on her bike ready to ride off into the night or at least away enough where she can watch from a safe distance.

Angie looks between the blood storm and Allen...annnd she is going to be in so much trouble...she thinks to herself as she is covered in blood and climbs onto the bike...

Brittney glances around, and decides it is time to leave as well. She smiles as she looks over to Martha, and her car. "Well if you are offering, I will head out with you."

Guivre gets as far as he can under obfuscation but eventually things come to a bottleneck around the exits in the gate. Guivre is jostled into visibility and though he is graceful in his efforts to avoid attack he can't manage to escape completely unharmed. He dodges around a large fellow with a mace and in doing so dives right into a rat faced Nosferatu girl with a dagger. The small knife gets buried in his upper arm and Guy cries out in utter rage, "Sock faced bitch!" He tears the dagger out and turns to bolt with it in his hand, after he makes it out of the gates he drops the knife and dives back under Obfuscation to walk his ass back to his powder blue VW bug. (See why he didn't bring his car)

The madness begins to pick up and people start getting violent, Edgar starts pushing to the parking lot. A few well placed shoulder checks get him to his car and he climbs in, perfectly willing to nudge people out of the way with his vehicle if necessary.

Allen gets onto the bike behind Angie, "Hold on, and keep your head down, we might have to fuckin' fight out way out," And he starts the bike and they roar off. Good thing for Celerity and fast reflexes though as one of the those frenzied fools comes at them swinging a chain. He is able to dodge it and veer the bike to the side enough that it leans perilously close to the ground, but he keeps it up, showing off that at least he DOES know how to drive a bike. They head out at least safely once they get past the 18 wheelers.

One of the revelers passes by Bubba's corpse whooping and giving it a kick. It's hard to see in the fog makers but suddenly she stops and her laughing becomes high pitched panicked screaming which stops abruptly. The young Gangrel brushes off herself off and eyes the clothing with distaste. Then she bends over fetching Bubba's keys before turning and calmly strolling back towards where some of the bikes are parked.

Martha can drive once all are locked in and belted she moves, does not take long for Brittney to realize this sucker is reinforced and set up for on, and off road driving. "Get Morgan buckled."

Even in the back of the car trouble finds Morgan unaware and it is tossed in the chaos, flipped over and she is pinned beneath it. Her seatbelt wasn't secure in time before the car gets flipped.

Anezka stands in the middle of the bloodbath, tall in her impressive five foot tall body. She laughs and roars as someone slashes her torso with a big ass blade. "Really? This is the best you all can do?" She leans her head back and opens her mouth waaay wider than a human could, her face and pale skin splattered with blood. She closes her fist and starts to mosh, bone knuckles ripping flesh with each strike. Some more cuts and abrasions appear on her body, but she simply doesn't seem to care. She breaks in a half ance/half brawl, reveling amid the chaos.

Caerus was still nosing about in places that were covered by shadows when he is accosted by a pair of younger vamps jump him. One ends up with a stake in his heart, the other cut to ribbons by a sleek, cane sword. He turns a corner and can no longer be seen.

Angie ducks on the bike as he speeds off...adrenaline still pumping. She holds on for dear life...watching the scenery speed past her...she relieved to be out of there but the question now is....where are they going

Martha gets out gets the car off the side tilt manually, then gets in and drives them all off again to the chantry.

As blood starts flying through the air, Devin curses not having brought an umbrella, or...a pair of sweatpants instead of worsted wool. He stops suddenly and takes a step back, a fluid display of purely supernatural grace as someone flies right in front of him, intent on a tackle that completely misses. The blood sends more and more into frenzies and Devin decides the time has come to hit an after party somewhere...after a change of clothing. Hissing fangs come his way and he side steps and then a spiked bat slams into his chest, shredding his outfit, if it hurts him none can tell as there is so much blood. Devin however does lose out to the provocation and with bared fangs grabs the face of the offending vampire, one hand clamped over his mouth, muffling a scream as the blood begins to boil inside his veins. Devin watches impassionedly for a few moments, drops the man in a pile of blood and superheated steam as he continues moving out of the arena of whimsical mayhem.

Brittney makes sure Morgan is in the seat and strapped in, so she doesn't get herself killed.

Arianna relies on the driving to weave and dart through the scattering crowd. Gunning it away as openings present itself to get on to the road and let the bike loose for a while. Definitely in need of some more speed for a while.

Martha clips some people on the way out, and does not seem to care once back in the car, it is get them out and to safety.

Finding a tarp or shack or something with an overhang Devin steps under and looks to find something to clean his hands with so that he can use his phone. A text going out.

Silvana was just trying to leave when she paused too long to look back to see if she saw someone in the crowed that hesitation caused her to be bumped rushed and suddenly and knocking her over by her bike and slightly finding some trample going on before she is able to move out of the way as she rubs at her arm a little bit and mutters as she tries to pop it back into place.

Carys gets back to her bike, zips up her jacket, helmet on. and she revs the engine and prepares to take off.

SuelLich chose a Gangrel for a new body because they're resilient. She checks for a wallet looking for ID "Who am I today? Megan. 2000? So young." she passes Devin "You should continue your flight. Stopping within this area is unhealthy." as blood spattered teen she finds 'her' bike and climbs onto it.

After a text to Caerus Devin continues heading out, his phone tucked inside his jacket as he mulls over the shit show of the evening.