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Things that go bump in the night....and those that bump back.}}}

Duct Tape...Check
Small length of cord...Check
Sewing kit...Check
Permanent Marker...Check
Cardboard...could be picked up outside a dumpster, she grabbed some notebook paper just in case...
Wire Cutters...Check
Camera...Check
Playmate...not check.

The items were secured in a backpack before she moved onward towards her goal...a tidy clean up of a rather...large mess...or so she hoped...

Time was of the essence...she was still baffled that it had managed to make it to the screen, amazed that it had come to such, and perhaps even more suprised that apart from tracking down bodies...the tower itself hadn't already moved on damage control...it meant that either the right eyes hadn't seen it...or they were deciding what to do with the information they had and looking for someone to blame.  The world locally needed someone to blame...kindred and kine, politicians and reporters....all scrambling for an explanation as to how, and more importantly who...was responsible for such...carnage...such blatant disreguard for the basics of what morality and humanity dictated was acceptable, and what wasn't...

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2008-07-25 11:38:39 Beaumont rolls 6 dice to Mask (manip+performance) (Diff 7) 10,7,7,4,9, 2 (4 successes)

Covered up beneath layers of clothes, Beaumont was fairly certain the someone would have wet themselves if she hadn't bothered to employ the mask...no, never anything fancy...she simply chose to don the appearance of a pock marked druggie, average build, ugly face, ratty hair...she wasn't going to impress anyone.  She didn't need to...at least not with her dazzling good looks.  It would be easy to just grab someone...anyone who deserved to play this masterful role...but no, no anyone wouldn't do...not at all...

Toes to be stepped on?  Perhaps, but in the face of leaving the masquerade wide open the way it was at present well...one did what they had to do...who knew...maybe she'd keep them.  Then again...Who wants to live like this?  Even if it is forever?  Time...time time...not enough time to be too terribly picky...Her eyes sought out something specific...an easy mark...someone that could be lured, and taken down with a minimal ammount of fuss...she prefered a drug dealer, but a hooker would more than likely work just as well, perhaps a bit better...quite the little prank to play on the fucked up dregs of humanity...but then, if they didn't exist for such purposes...what were they around for?  Going to hate myself in the morning...  Moving through the slums like some paranoid fiend looking for a fix, she sought out her mark...new playmate...and the cities future star...

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2008-07-25 11:42:24 Beaumont rolls 4 dice to Wits+Street 9,1,10,4 (1 success)

 

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She would have prefered him a bit smaller...but there really wasn't time to be picky about her future star...was there?  Not with the impending spot of trouble it seemed that Mr. Grey was in...no, she didn't know him well enough to be attatched to him, or ultimately to care whether or not this mysterious prince chopped him into little bitty pieces and fed him to psychotic fish...except for this was her brood now...and if she expected anything from them...she would have to give in return...Mental note...look into the spawning pools later...see if there's not something...to add...  Random thoughts were brief as she remained in the alleyway watching...waiting for just that right moment...no, Beaumont wouldn't be waiting all night...

Our star comes to a height of 5'7" tall, and weighs in between 140 and 156lbs..not exaclty large for a man of any height...except perhaps midgets...and a midget...well just wouldn't do at all...just wasn't believable.  Back to our future star...he was in his mid twenties, with greasy brown hair, the color of cherry wood scraggled down over his shoulders and he had a bit of patchy growth on his face where it seemed like he was trying to grow a beard or facial hair, and it just refused to come together.  Some people just can't have facial hair...he it seemed, was one of them.  He wore a tan fishing jacket, and a pair of those heroin junky thin skinny jeans that weren't flattering in the nineteen eighties and certainly aren't flattering to anyone..man or woman...with the latest regurgitated trend.  A stained white t-shirt poked out of the jacket sleeves and chest...but he didn't seem to have the pride, or general feel of caring about him to be bothered by it.  Lips were thin...like pencils mashed together after being split into thirds down the middle.  His nose, unremarkable apart from a little crook in the beaklike bridge where he'd broken it when he was younger.  The dread unibrow stretched over two squinty eyes that seemed to fall into their sockets...the bush above like a ugly caterpillar waiting for it's opportunity to leap off his face and dive into some crispy greens.  He picked at his nails as he leaned against a building...a predator waiting for his prey...waiting to sell to the desperate masses his own little version of the beast in chemical form....it would make them ugly, desperate...like walking corpses with less chance at holding onto hope than the damned...

A slow night...perhaps even the junkies and the whores had heard about the disaster on the news...maybe they were scared too...or maybe he just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time...her mind moved back to her own...deprivation of freedom recently..what she'd seen, what she'd endured, and what purpose it had been for...she felt a twinge of guilt for the slightest moment...Sometimes...people have to die...  The rationalization seemed to quiet whatever hesitation was rising up inside her and she moved from where she was, heading down the empty street...she scratched at her arms...like some junkie convinced she was crawling with bugs....the difference was, beneath it all...Beaumont was...

The movement seemed to catch his eye...a wry assuming grin plastered itself over his face...One more lamb to the slaughter....  He didn't recognize that ones face, but she needed it bad...didn't she?  

If he only knew..he would have turned around and run away right then...Beau didn't smile, she caught eye contact with him for a moment and then diverted her attention to the ground as she stepped into an alley closer to him...then, Beaumont did what she did...she slipped off the backpack...grabbed the cord...and the duct tape....and moved back into the shadows...watching...waiting...This was for the greater good...this...was a prank they'd thank her for...even if they whispered their chastisement behind her back...in the end, they would thank her...  

"Look bitch.  I don't got time for bull shit games...you want somethin I'm not following you all over the fuckin place..."  His voice wasn't soothing, it didn't offer any ray of hope...demanding...condescending...like he was so much better than her as he stepped into the dark alley, and tried to let his eyes adjust...focus..find tonight's little money maker...

Beaumont didn't step out of the shadows...but her voice came from behind a dumpster..."Please...I just...I don't want anyone to see me..."  she beckoned...she imagined he'd heard it a dozen times before...she wondered if he ever did care about the people he was screwing over with his chemical beast....probably not...

The exhasperation with which he exhaled...was hard to miss..."Bit late in the game for dignity don'tcha think missy?"  He hesitated for a moment and then laughed as he headed for the dumpster, unbuttoning his fly, "Tell ya what...feelin a little full here...you help me out and I won't charge ya for the inconvienience of makin come do a deal behind this nasty ass dumpster...on second thought...nah, think you're gunna help me out reguardless...why else would you have wanted...privacy unless you wanted me?"

The damned were fucked in the head...but in some instances, it seemed the living and redeemable were more fucked...this to Beaumont seemed to be one of those times...she kept up the mask...duct tape tucked behind her back as she scooted against the wall and the guy approached...she stammered a bit, "No...I didn't mean...I didn't want...I just..."  Get closer...closer...come on you darling little whisper of salvation...a little closer...

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2008-07-26 09:44:14 Beau rolls 4 dice to STR+Brawl+Bp spent+1 pot 2,2,2,3

He put his hands on either side of her shoulders, and that was when she moved...or attempted to anyway...her hands came up and grabbed his wrists, the movement had to be too sudden...she should have waited until he was a little closer...because the man managed to wrench one hand free, and plant a backhanded crack across her face...fortunately...despite appearances it didn't sting...stupid man  It was then, that he caught sight of the duct tape...and well any whisper of rationality that had been in him...was quite frankly...gone...

"What the fuck are you thinking?!?!  Stupid whore..."  Another hand cracked towards her face as he slammed his body up against her, pinning her for a moments time to the wall...is forearm holding her head to the side...and keeping it there while he screamed in her ear..."That I'm gunna let some fucking hard up bitch play games with me?  You wanna play games?!?!  DO YOU!?!?"  

I thought you'd never ask....  The thought came, but not the words as she feigned to struggle, but really just managed to move her mouth against his forearm....No, she wasn't a brawler...she wasn't a beauty queen...but she could take a hit from some punk ass kine that thought he was going to have his way with her...she stopped listening to him, as fangs pressed to the flesh of his forearm...she felt him jerk back as the initial penetration began...and then she felt him relax...like putty when the kiss started to wash over him...

The movements were a bit more fluid then...she wasn't taking much...just enough to keep him busy for a second...Beaumont moved him around...so he was pinned up against a wall, sliding down...down...no longer holding her...no longer spouting profanities...her fingers moved for the duct tape as she let the mask slip away in the darkness of the alley...oh he would be so thrilled when he opened his eyes...wouldn't he?  His legs...fist were duct taped together...just a quick deal...she could reinforce it in a moment or two...he wasn't going anywhere...she withdrew the bliss of her kiss...not bothering to lick the wound shut as she wrapped more duct tape around his arms while he was dazed....

"Oh God...you are a good little tease...aren't you..."  His head remained against the wall as the words came out, eyes shut for the moment it took her to slap a piece of duct tape over his mouth...

The look of horror washing itself over his visage as his eyes slammed open was...well priceless...Beaumont almost wished she'd set up the camera here...he struggled against the duct tape, and made muffled sounds...pitifully trying to inch away like a little worm...The nosferatu took a moment to wrap his arms and legs with more duct tape...didn't want it comming loose before she was done with him...did she?  She patted his head, and put the duct tape away...and the length of cord...and put the back pack back on her back...she tilted her head a bit and looked down at him as she grabbed him by the ankles...and headed for a manhole cover...

"Yes...I suppose I am a tease...aren't I?"  She giggled a bit before dragging him below...she'd not thought she was going to enjoy this...but now...well it seemed the Nosferatu was looking foreward to making all his hollywood dreams come true...

{{{{{{Continued in the sewers}}}}}}  

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{{{{{{Resumed from:  The making of a Star thread in 'The sewers'}}}}}

With one of the disks in hand, carefully packaged, and a few pieces of duct tape...Beaumont headed to a payphone...she didn't bother to mask herself..but she did ensure that she was covered up enough to...avoid garnering unusual looks...not that many people care about what happened in this part of town...the disk was duct taped under wher the phone book would normall rest...and her fingers pressed the buttons...she contacted one of those fabulous news story tip lines...and grunted into the phone when someone picked up...she didn't need to make the disguised voice sound believable...it just needed to not sound like hers...

"They're not gunna release it to the public...I'm pretty sure...I can't give you a name or anything...but I can tell you that...footage like this can make someones career."  she paused before continueing...she gave the intersection, the phone booth, and the location of the disk...then hung up...and headed back down below for the last time she hoped tonight...

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