'You hear me now, Steven!' Reggie, lacking any sence or morals, runs after his ass. 'You stop right now!' Thump, thump go her feet. 'Stop or...or...or I'll tell everyone you wear my underwear!' She knows that may hit a nerve since he did once, on a dare, when he was drunk...but she has pics.

*She sneers lightly and slips from Alessio, Reggie is supposed to be her fun for the night, not frat boy Steve. She walks towards the blond, trying to swallow her anger long enough to trick the air head into coming with her, and maybe the others* Yo, hot stuff! *She calls after the woman* He's leaving you! Just come back with me and I'll LICK YOUR FUCKING PUSSY ALL NIGHT LONG! *That was more than loud enough, everyone surrounding them stops and just looks, mouth gaping, at Karlie as she shouts to the fucking idiot*  

Steven has had enough. He just wants to go tie off his buzz somewhere and will likely drunk dial Reggie crying that he misses her. Its probably a weekend ritual at this point. Steven wont stop or respond, he just storms off like a scorned toddler to his car.

Alessio hangs up his phone and castes a look at Antonio.

*"Its time to go. Collect your date."*

He takes Christie by the arm, leading the way towards the parking lot. He grins down at her, his eyes shining in the fading party lights as they walk on.

"Are you ready to have some fun?"


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*After shouting at Reggie she feels Alssio's arm retake hers, she smirks and looks up to him* We'll see about who has fun tonight *And a glance back to Antonio before she looks forward and once again squares her jaw* Lead on my dear Paul.

Reggie, lacking class and all, begins to run after Steve yelling, ‘I hate you! I hate you, you dumb shit!’

But she doesn’t follow him all the way to his car. Karlie’s voice stops her and she smiles, not so much because she’s bi and she’s always been that kinda girl, but because Steve would have heard that. ‘ I’m commin’, sweet stuff.’ She hollers at Karlie then turns and heads towards her and her groupies.

‘He sucks ass, let’s blow this shit-hole. Where’s Mario?’ Reg looks over her shoulder for Antonio then snaps her fingers, ‘well? Move it you French Fry.’

'You are too forgiving.'

I say through gritted teeth to Regina. Its a good thing she returned, I couldnt even force myself to go near her brute of a boyfriend again. Fear in the dead is a strange thing. I bashed Natashas ghoul with a television without so much as a second thought- but this boy might as well have been on fire and chasing me screaming for a hug.

I will latch onto Regina again, she will probably like the show to further piss off her jilted lover. With any luck we can leave this party without further complications. The car will be pulling up just when we arrive at the gate- so it was not waiting, but it is there... The driver hops out and will open the rear door for our little party to enter.

The driver opens the door, ushering the small cadre into the back of the limousine. Alessio allows the women to go first, leaning on the door and smiling slyly at his cousin.

*"This may yet turn out to be an enjoyable evening."*

The moon shines high above, a sliver of cold steel. The witching hour is upon them. Alessio slides into the car last, calling to the driver through the partition.

*"Take us home."*


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*She allows them to shuffle her into the car, she knows they won't let her go to where she thinks her car is, at least not yet tonight. Reggie is flirted with on the ride, hands on knees, the dirtiest sexual things are whispered, the hook set. Her eyes do flick to Alessio every once in a while, more than sexual lust, a blood lust burns in her eyes*

Reg hooks her arm though Antonio’s and practically drags him to the car. ‘Are you Frenchies all so friggen slow? Move it.’ She hisses at him.

She gets into the car, not knowing that she may be off towards the fox’s den. She has no incline to the fact that she is the prey and they the predators. Silly bubble-head thinks that she’s in for the party of her life.

As Alessio and his guest slide into his car and prepare to leave, they will be suddenly and violently jostled mere seconds after Alessio has closed his door and issued the command to his driver. There is is an unmistakable crunch, coupled with a whiplash-inducing impact, and the screeching and grinding of metal on metal as another car in the lot suddenly slams into theirs and scrapes all the way down the side before being launched through the air by some invisible stunt-ramp in a low-grade action movie and careening through the air toward the would-be Haunted House.

The classy old limo, likely belonging to one of Nicky's cadre that have been made available for security and grunt-work for this evening's festivities, slams into the roof of the house and disappears, leaving only a cloud of dust behind the windows of the first floor where it has apparently come to rest.

From the outside, the damage to the house looks minimal, but from the inside is another story, it is highly unlikely that the doors to the haunted house will ever open to the public tonight.

As for the driver of the limo, who had been waiting dutifully in the car as instructed, if the brief glimpse of shock and fear that Alessio caught as he flew past them at incredible speed were any indication, his night is not going very well.

2009-03-10 00:54:24 Alessio rolls 4 dice to Self-Control (Diff 4) 3,6,3,2 (1 success) [1/5]

Alessio has but moments to think. Clearly, they are under attack. Cars don't just go careening through the air like that. Though he obviously fears for the safety of his family, his personal well being is foremost in thought.

*"Get us the fuck out of here!"*

Alessio roars at the driver in his native tongue, his tone making it clear that death would follow any procrastination.

He hastily pulls out his cell phone, dialing Severo's number. The other end is answered before the first ring is complete.

*"We were attacked. Get your ass over to that house and find out what the fuck is going on."*

His voice is tense but controlled. His teeth grind between his words, forcing down his fearful urges.



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*She screeches as everything seems to happen in a whirl, both hands move behind her back and under her jacket, hidden, she grasps at her two blades, wild eyes wide and looking everywhere for an enemy, after the car crashes and disappears into the house she nearly growls* What the fuck was that?! Get us the fuck outta here! *Only she screams this in English*  

2009-03-12 08:26:36 Antonio Giovanni rolls 4 dice to Self Control (Diff:4) 3,2,8,6 (2 successes) 2/5 needed to resist frenzy.

Alessio may have had a second to think, I am caught off guard as the other car slams into us. My fingers will dig into Reginas wrist and my head whip around to almost unnatural angles. The fight or flight response of the beast is welled up to my throat with no clear outlet...  

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Her screams are very loud and close to Antonio's ear. 'Agggg!!! We're under attack!'

She's so frightened and in shock that she barely even feels Antonio's fingernails dig into her skin, nearly drawing blood.

The Driver is stunned, not believing what he just saw. Alessios demands and everyone elses screams jolt him back to reality. He has a job to do.

2009-03-14 10:57:20 Radiation rolls 5 dice to Driver [dex+drive: Limited by Limo Manueverability] +1 diff high stress state/crowded parkinglot (Diff 7) 5,5,5,8,9 (2 successes)

The driver stomps on the gas and the Limo takes off. A well maintained machine even of this size nimbly flies through the parkinglot, cutting off another panicked driver at the exit and making a clean escape onto the roads.

The four in the rear will hear the drivers andrenaline fueled mantra of: 'What the fuck! What the fuck!'

The crowd gathered for the haunted house and all the festivities surrounding it goes into a mass panic. Music stops, people scream and flee, tents will be knocked down, cars will collide in the lot and barricades will be knocked down by the throngs of humanity.

[Limousine moves to Suburbs: En Route]  

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