The Fallen Angels Club

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When the Kindred enters the bar, the first thing that strikes them is the enormity of the main room; as well as the dark and mysterious atmosphere due primarily to the dimness of the lighting. Out of all the booths situated around the club, only one has a small candle on the table. It is located off to one side and more or less apart from the other... secluded; although from that vantage point, the entire room can be viewed. This is the booth that the owner occupies and is reserved for her and those who join her. (This Room is for Camarilla Kindred Only)

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Fred "Fox" Kendall: *The crowd here isn't what it used to be, not since the great purge. No one sect, not the cams, not the sabbat, and not the anarchs fared well during that. *

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Fox doesn't always keep up with the politics, not his thing, but rumor is that new Primogen maybe gathering, that the few vampires wandering around are going to have to mind their manners again. With the dusting of one recently- slayer unknown, there can be no chances*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *The old prince is long dead, hell, rumor is all the old primogen are as well. It's a time for strangers to the town among the Kindred to assert themselves.*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *But the blood is coming from somewhere, and it doesn't appear to be laced. No bonding here, good. Rumor has it the last tremere regent was a sociopath who threatened to cast spells on anyone and everyone who she imagined, in her paranoia, that would challenge her.* *that's one that everyone is glad was ashed*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *He gets a cup of the okay stuff, and takes a drink, not a lot. Best not to get too much*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *It's a start, a quick pep*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Then he wipes his mouth* "Should just hand the place over to anarchs and be done with it."

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *He's got enough in him to stay the beast at bay, and that's fine by him*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *Surely someone will hear that, but he doubts it costs him anything. If they heard a whisper, they meant to, and it's on them. A smirk. Until there's law and order truly restored, it is anarchy. If he was the sort to embrace randomly, he'd be real tempted to take a shot at it*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *For now, best to go* *Maybe he'll get a REAL hunt in yet now that he's got a bit extra so it's a want instead of a need*

Fred "Fox" Kendall: *GONE*

JHH: ~peers in~

: I kind of like the option of some Assamites breaking off and joining the Cam

: *cloaked and hooded, the tall figure slips silently into the darkened and empty room. Gloved fingers run over the ornate carvings in a certain corner. It has been many years. So much remembered, so much forgotten. A sigh, a whisper. Perhaps this is not the place to ease the pain of a lost love. No, she will leave and continue to wander until he returns. She has eternity, after all*

: Sorry we missed you, Purple

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: Okay.. CNTRL alt... wait a minute, you can't trust vampire players. I'm not going to do it!

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The Streets of Necropolis (1)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.
Fallen Angels Second Floor (0)
The second floor is divided into two sections... one section has all the latest in arcade and electronic tabletop games. The other side of the floor has several pool tables, lined up so as to not deter players from taking their shots;Êas well as several poker tables off to one corner. The room is divided by several archways but no doors. Bar staff are on hand to ferry drink orders back and forth from the main floor to the second floor.
The Fallen Angel's Back Offices (0)
These rooms are where the business of the Kindred can be handled out side of the prying eyes of the general clientle of the Fallen Angels. Keys are handed out to anyone who requests on efrom the bartender.

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