Alessio's car pulls up in front of the Body Shop. Severo opens the door for him and clears a path into the club. Alessio follows quickly behind, glancing this way and that, taking stock of the scene.

This looks like my kinda place.

Music Selection for Today: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJWW2Ml5iZU Ministry- Burning Inside.
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Alessios suit may not be an exact fit but he should enjoy the look of this place. Music and screams, the buzz of tattoo needles, a whiff of blood from some heavy piercing or scarring.

The place is filled to capacity, as always. The stage show tonight is something right up Allessios alley. A skinny brunette with neon eyes is dressed as a nurse. She appears to be slicing open a blonde woman and devouring her malformed and exaggeratedly bloody baby...

2008-09-13 07:41:19 Radiation rolls 6 dice to Three, per and alert (Diff 8) 6,8,9,6,7, 8 (3 successes)
+1 diff crowd, +1 diff lights, No heightened senses possible.

The odds of Alessio picking them out of the crowd are slim to none (Meaning 2 successes at diff 10 if you really wanna roll.) but he has caught a few eyes. The viscitude triplet Malkavians zero in on him with an eerie precision.

If he had a fedora and his suit wasnt finely pressed, they likely would have already attacked....  

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After many years in service to the family, Severo is not surprised by much... but this place is fucked up even by Giovanni standards. He scans the crowd as he clears a path for Alessio to the bar. It was unlikely that they would be attacked outright by anyone, but one could never too careful.


2008-09-16 13:50:41 Severo rolls 7 dice to Alertness (Diff 10) 9,7,5,8,5, 10,2,10,7 (2 successes)

[[occ: BOO'YAH! ]]  

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Alessio's mouth practically waters as he makes his way through the club. He feels like some damn Toreador, transfixed by the beauty of a flower... surely, this is paradise.

He is pulled from his reverie by Severo's hand flashing a signal to him, behind his back: three fingers.

Apparently, they had attracted some attention. That was fast...  

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The three watchers Alessio and Severo will see are triplicates. Even their movements mimic eachother with almost no delay as if each is just a mirror of the next. They move as one cohesive unit, melting into the crowd and all moving towards the door to cut off any escape...

There is a clack of wood as someone sets down a drink next to Alessio. The man has a thick bloated hand and a piggish face. His entire body is pudging out in an odd, unnatural fashion as if he was some kind of puffer fish, looking to armor itself.

His stained white tanktop does nothing to hide his unusual shape, his greasy looking leather pants and heavy boots help make him look completely filthy.

The piggish man ignores Severo and leans in close to Alessio, his breath stinks of copper and salt.

'You aint one of us, you must be one of them.'

On the other side of Severo and Alessio another man steps up. This one built like a side of beef and wearing an open vest over his barrel chest. He runs a red tongue over exposed fangs and winks at Severo.

Alessio eyes the disgusting man. To his left, Severo's muscles tense in anxious preparation.

"Option three..."

He produces a business card, setting it down face up on the bar.

The piggish, bloated freak picks up the card and squints at it.

'Well well well. Ya know, i fucked me a cousin once, there is something to be said for keepin it in the family.'

The man snickers with jiggling chins and gut and nudges Alessio with his soft elbow.

'So, Giovanni, what brings you in here?'

Alessio sneers at the man's crude comment, but shrugs it off. All families had their reputations.

"I represent a certain firm that would love to invest in your fine establishment."

'Reallly now?..'

The piggish man sneers. Mercenaries can never be trusted, especially in a city under siege. For all they know Alessio is already on the camarilla payroll. He looks past Alessio and Severo to his packmate on the other side. The decision to deal with the Giovanni wouldnt be theirs, nor would it really benefit their pack at all...

'How long you been in this city Giovanni?'

"We have been in Sanfield for some time now."

Alessio makes sure to emphasize that he is not alone. They would not just be crossing one Giovanni. You cross one, you cross them all.

He glances around, seeming indifferent to the whole situation.

"Look, if you aren't interested, we can take our business elsewhere..."

'Come on Giovanni. No need to be rude... You aint goin nowhere til I says so.'

The piggish man puffs himself up, easily twice the size of Alessio.

'If your so hard up to talk buisness ill send for the boss-man. You can just chill here with us until he shows up...'

Alessio rolls his eyes, seeming slightly annoyed.

"By your charming demeanor, I assumed that you were in charge... but I suppose I have wasted my breath."

He takes a seat at the bar, pretending to relax.

"Yes, let us wait for the boss man... but in the mean time, do you mind if I watch the show? I find it most amusing."

'Do whatever you like Giovanni.'

The piggish man snorts and pushes away from the bar. Apparently having something else to do.

The Cainite in the vest who had been trying to goad Severo also gives up.

'All that buffness for nothing...'

He comments, slipping off into the crowd again.

Alessio will be left alone for nearly a half an hour, if he is sufficiently entertained to remain where he is he will be approached again...

Alessio is content to watch the show and wait. Despite these people's lack of courtesy, he has to admit, there is something he admires about them. I mean, anyone who backed a performance like this can't be all bad...

The man who eventually approaches Alessio seems to be in costume for the place. He is wearing rubber boots, ragged pants and a latex apron stretched over his bare chest. His arms are covered from fingertip to elbow with matching black latex gloves and on his face is some cross beetween a respirator and a fetish mask.

The man himself is white as snow, possibly an albino. His eyes lack pigment and appear to just be pupils the size of quarters floating in white.

He is easily six and a half feet tall and has long stringy hair that nearly matches his skin. The front of his apron is slicked with coagulating blood and there are flecks on his face and in his hair. He has obviously been working on something, the smell will make it clear to Allessio he has not just been putting on a show...

Alessio respectfully nods his head to the gentleman. Luckily, he is well versed in social dealings with horrid monsters. He belong to a family of them! If he could have a cordial meeting with his Uncle Primeiro [that rupulsive bastardo!] he could do it with anyone.

2008-10-15 16:10:46 Alessio rolls 7 dice to Manip+Subterfuge 8,10,2,7,4, 8,4 (4 successes)

"Good evening. My name is Alessio Giovanni."  

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The albino in the rubber apron will extend a large, gloved hand. The glove is coated in blood and flecks of flesh, sure to make one hell of a mess if Alessio shakes it.

'I wasnt aware there was Giovanni in these parts. If your acting as an emissary for the locals you can save us both alot of time and just get the fuck out. If your here on your own accord, lets hear what you want...'

The albinos voice is a raspy growl behind his mask, as if his mouth is deformed or his tongue was only half there...

Casually peeling back his right cuff, Alessio will shake hands with the horrid oaf, ignoring the gore. This isn't the first time he's had to get his hands dirty.

Severo is quick to hand Alessio a kerchief, which he uses to clean up as best he can.

"Emissary? No. I've come to offer a business proposition."

He pauses for a moment, handing the soiled kerchief back to Severo before continuing.

"I like your club. Its got a certain... charm... that you don't see much of these days. I'd like to help insure that it stays around for a long, long time. I'm willing to invest a hefty sum of money to see that happen... That is, if you are interested..."

The tall albino begins making a choking noise and slaps his core covered gloves off the front of his apron, showering Alessio is droplettes and little red flecks.

'Oh fuck me sideways Giovanni. That was a good one. What the fuck do you propose i do? Open up god damn franchises? Your going to have to have something better than cash if you want to deal with us.'

The big albino finally seems to calm himself down and tugs at his resperator mask a bit, a bit of vile green ichor dripping unoticed down his chin.

'I got bigger problems than that Giovanni.'  

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