Path of the Vampire forum

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Rupert Styles:
I'm looking for a Cathy Dawn?

Cathy Dawn:
Hello

Rupert Styles:
I have an offer which may be to both our advantage..
I'm not personally involved nor know the interests people hold in this young gentleman, but my employer has been willing to forgo any further bid backings if you agree to a private offer


Cathy Dawn:
And what might that be sir?

*takes her mask off*

Rupert Styles:
That, Quote: no less than 12 hours of Aden O-Carrol's contract be spent patrolling the Algonquin river banks suited in a properly kilted attire and while playing on the bagpipes. End quote.
My patron believes the lot item would be very fully humiliated by these forced circumstances and if you agree to accept he will be completely yours to command those 2.5 other days given.

will these terms be acceptable?”

Cathy Dawn:
*She laughs softy* I like how the party your representing thinks. This one needs to be put in his place. I agree to these terms. Tell your party they are acceptable.


Rupert Styles:
then may we offer you then the best of luck!


*with a smile and nod the solicitor exits this tiled hallway*

Cathy Dawn:

*Puts her mask back on and leaves back to the room she was in for the bidding*

The white sphere flew through the air like a bat out if hell, slamming against the soft backdrop of the game booth with a heavy ‘flump.’ The young vampire missed all three bottles completely. Alex’s words seemed to ring true, perhaps his luck had just run out for the evening. 'Don’t fret, love, just keep your eyes on the prize,' May whispered softly into his ear, as she floated behind him once more, one translucent arm wrapped around his waist while the hand of the opposite rested upon Jack’s own. She seemed to graze her fingers over his, as if he could feel her touch, while he rested his hand against the booth’s edge. He sighed, wasn’t that what he had done? A split second hesitation was all that it took...a moment of moral misgiving.

It was strange, as Jack thought about it now. While he has casting his lots for the lady in the blue dress, it was as if he were on autopilot. Driven by an unseen desire, he had, up until the very end, been determined to win the bid for the red haired muse. It was almost as if Jack had only been able to take the reigns again and steer the ship away from an iceberg of immorality in the final minutes of the auction. Though morals had shifted quite a bit for the young vampire, he still held true to certain principles. Would he lose those as well? He couldn’t imagine that he would or that even that had been the case tonight. There was something more to it. Whatever that something was it gnawed away at his soul like a rodent to wood.

The vampire whipped another ball towards the stacked bottles, the sound of the air rushing around it as it flew well past it’s mark once again, slamming into the heavy canvas backdrop. He smiled. He was distracted, that’s all. Caught up in a momentary lapse of reason. It was all just a game, much like the bottle toss he was currently a participant of. No doubt there’d be many more like it. Jack picked up his last ball and relaxed into the pitch. May was singing something soft and sad into his ear. She was always right there, but always so far away. He longed for the comforting words she didn’t speak anymore...something, anything, to make him feel safe inside his own skin again. The white orb flew from his grip and slammed into the bottles with a clatter. “Just distracted…” he muttered to himself, turning from the booth and vanishing into the evening’s crowd before the proprietor had a chance to present him with a prize.