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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2022 4:00 pm
It hadn’t taken long since he moved the gang into the city before they had started causing mayhem. It was just what the Pound Puppies did. They had no master, no one to bring them to heel so why the ******** wouldn’t they? Gramsci liked the chaos. It made day to day life fun and interesting. He never knew just exactly what would happen from day to day. One day they might get in a fight with a group of Ventrue and the next they might knock of a store. It was really all up to the whims of the gang. And just what opportunities fell in their laps. He had just woken for the evening and was lounging across a high backed chair in the middle of the main living room of the HQ. The Puppies used this apartment complex as their headquarters. It was easy to get lost in if you didn’t know where to go. And most people mortalvor vampire didn’t know. His leg was thrown up over the arm of the chair the vampire’s leg bouncing in time to some silent song in his head as he shook off the grogginess of slumber. The Leader of the Pound Puppies pondered curiously as to what new opportunities, if any, might fall into his lap. Hopefully it was a hot one.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2022 3:56 pm
 He had no idea how long he had been wandering through this place. The nights blurred together. Had it been two nights? 3? 4? Sometimes, he could swear he heard howling and tried to follow the sound, only to realize he was following the echoes of it in the wrong direction. Sometimes, he wondered why he had agreed to be the Prince's Sheriff. Most of the time, it wasn't so bad. He was given explicit instructions and was good with following directions as long as they were clear. If whatever the issue required brute force, all the better. He could brute force his way through any situation if he needed to. If it needed a bit of charm, sure, he could do that too. Just don't ask him to think too hard. That was where he couldn't deal. And this place was making him think way too hard. Not only that, but he was starting to get hungry. The beast paced inside him restlessly, and he had to fight it back. By the time he wandered into a room that had someone in it, he had almost completely forgotten why he had been sent. Lavender eyes fell on a vampire lounging in a chair, and his first instinct was to smile and sweep his gaze over him, a hint of hunger in his gaze that could have been for more than just blood. "Well, hello there." He said, hands going into his open jacket pockets as he approached, chest bare, his pale body and hair practically glowing with a strange, ethereal beauty (courtesy of a faery he had drained long ago). "Please, please tell me you are the leader of a 'gang of unruly mutts'." Prince's words, not his.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2022 4:10 pm
Gramsci had smelt him before he had even wandered into the room. He could have just gone to check out who the ******** was there but nah. If they found their way to him well then luck was with them. The Gangrel merely glanced at the pale figure dressed in black as he emerged from the shadow of a door way. Brown eyes sweeping over his form with mild appreciation. He flower. Eerily so I fact. Ears swiveled towards him as he spoke and Gramsci gave a little laugh, swinging his leg off the arm of the chair and down so that both feet were on the ground. Placing both hands on his knees he pushed himself up to his full height, a wry grin on his lips as he took a few steps towards the stranger. He sniffed. “And what if I am? Who’s askin?” He tilted his chin up slightly, quirking an eyebrow curiously. Not many people braved the HQ to come and find him. Usually they waited until he was outside. So he has to give his pale visitor props for having the balls to get this far. Without going mad from hunger no less.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 12:39 am
Micky's steps continued until he was close enough to the other vampire to reach out and grab him if he so chose. He didn't want to, not yet at least, and certainly not to try and hurt him. That sort of thing only came after someone refused to cooperate. He had been given his instructions. He was always given very detailed ones and tried to follow them as best he could. "Micky." His smile widened, his eyes warm, quite possibly even mesmerizing, as he took a hand out of his pocket and offered it to the other vampire."Well, I suppose 'Sheriff' Micky. I still need to get used to saying that."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 1:04 am
Gramsci wasn’t the lead but intimidated by the title he offered. Sheriff. Just another Princely lap dog as far as he was concerned. But he took the offered hand, no need to be entirely rude. The Gangrel could be diplomatic if he wanted. He just didn’t want to the majority of the time. “Ooooohhhh. Sheriff.” Turning on a boot heel he wandered back to the chair. Gold chains on his hip jingling with his movement. Gramsci flopped back into the chair, resuming his previous position with a leg thrown over the arm. “And what do I owe the great honor of a visit from the Sheriff?” Amusement alighted in his brown eyes as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. The gold piercing in his bottom lip catching the meager light. “Sheriffs just don’t come down that posh little hill for no reason.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 9:57 am
Micky's smile widened with his introduction out of the way and the other vampire turning and walking away. "I know. Sounds super fancy, doesn't it?" His voice was downright cheerful when he said it, his gaze moving around the room before settling back on the Gangrel. "Oh." He blinked. "Right. Well, the Prince needed me to come and uh..." His brow furrowed then, his smile slipping. s**t. What was it called? Man, he was hungry. It was getting a little hard to think. "You don't happen to have anything to eat lying around?" He asked, a hand slipping inside of his jacket, only to emerge with a small piece of paper that he glanced at. "Oh! Cease and desist! That's what she wanted me to say."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 10:34 am
It was no surprise to Gramsci tam hat the Sheriff was hungry. Wandering around the HQ unless you knew where you were going you could wander dor weeks. Gramsci liked it that way though. It kept anyone from us must wandering in unannounced. Usually by the time they’ve been lost he already knew they were there and he could assess the situation. He jerked a thumb towards a door at the back of the room. “There’s a couple a blood bags in there help yourself. Sheriff.” He didn’t mind sharing. After all Mickey had made it this far and he really didn’t want to deal with a frenzied vampire right now. Gramsci laughed. It echoed off the walls of the room and went in for quite some time before he wiped a tear from his eyes “Fuuuuuuuck that s**t. You can tell the Prince to ******** right off. The Puppies don’t give two flying ******** what she wants.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 10:11 pm
The paper was tucked back into the inside pocket, and Mickey chuckled along with the laughter, giving his head a small shake. "Ya, I hear that one a lot. Ah well. So, about that drink...?" His gaze went to the door that Gramsci had pointed out, and he gave him a nod. "Be right back~." -------- After feeding deeply off whoever the Pound Puppy leader had tucked away in that back room, Micky came back into the room, feeling invigorated, the purple of his gaze practically sparkling, and the ethereal beauty he possessed enhanced. " That is much better, thank you." After that, he stood there, hands back in his pockets, looking at Gramsci expectantly.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 10:20 pm
While Micky had gone to feed, Gramsci had not left his chair. Instead he spent the moments checking out his claws. His brown gaze flicking back to the Sheriff once he had returned. He looked perkier. Maybe just a little bit hotter than he had before. The ethereal glow kind of gave the Gangrel pause though. Anything that pretty just screamed for attention but he was doing everything in his power to ignore that. Gramsci quirked a brow at him again. His position in the chair remaining unchanged. Blowing a breath between his teeth his eyes narrowed just slightly as he regarded Micky again. “Is that it? Cause if it is I’m sure you can find your way to the door.” Cease and desist. What a crock of s**t. The Gangrel gang care nothing for the Prince. There was no loyalty there. The Prince was Ventrue after all. A stuffed shirt who did nothing but try to throw her weight around. It’s not like the Pound Puppies were cause of too much trouble.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 10:37 pm
After a while, Micky's gaze had begun to wander again, and he let out a long sigh as he rolled his eyes skyward, waiting for Gramsci to say something. When he did, it wasn't quite what the Brujah had been expecting. "Oh! Ya, well, I mean no. See, I was waiting for you to offer me something. A favour maybe, or a bribe? To convince me not to take you in."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 10:45 pm
A bribe? Who the ******** did this Sheriff think he was? Expecting Gramsci to offer him a bribe. The Gangrel sat straight up in the chair now. He didn’t care who this vampire was or how hot he might be. Nobody shook him down. “I’d like to see you try.” There was a heavy threat in that challenge as sharp fangs slipped from beneath his upper lip. He was now on his feet again, his fur rippling and standing in end. He wasn’t going to be pushed around and threatened by anyone. Prince, Sheriff, Disciple, whoever. His fingers flexed as he opened and closed his fists. The fact that Micky had the audacity to even suggest that. “I don’t know what you think you might get out of me but if its anything other than an a** kicking I am afraid you will be sorely disappointed. Maybe Micky could kick his a**, maybe he couldn’t. Gramsci didn’t care. He never backed down.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 11:18 pm
"Hey, hey, woaaah, I said a favour or a bribe. It doesn't have to be a bribe!" The smile never left Micky's face, and his hands left his pockets to hold out in front of him, the jacket parting to reveal more of his bare chest beneath. It didn't bother him in the slightest that the Gangrel had jumped to his feet or that he was exhibiting all signs of wanting to throw down right then and there. "Hm, well, I don't think you could kick my a**? Maybe if you were one of those super old guys. Those uh...shoot, I don't have a paper for that one. Methulala's? Someone like that, or stronger." All things considered, he was somehow keeping his cool. "Really, I don't want to have to fight with you. Can't we figure something else out? Please?" At this point, he gave Gramsci a pleading look, puppy-dog eyes, if you will, flexing a bit of his presence to try and make him more agreeable.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2022 11:29 pm
His sniffed. Gramsci didn’t like the favors option either. His gaze flicking down to Micky’s bare chest before flicking back up quickly. Giving a small shake of his head that was barely noticeable. He couldn’t pin point what it was but he should have been trying to tear him a new one. And part of him didn’t like it. “The Puppies don’t do favors. Threat of lock up or not.” The corner of his mouth turned upwards. The Sheriff could try to take him in sure but complications with the rest of the gang would follow. And he was pretty sure that would push the Ventrue Prince over the edge. When you messed with one you messed with them all. The Gangrel had an unspoken sense of extreme loyalty. To the gang and to him. Was this guy serious? He didn’t know it was pronounced Methuselah? But it didn’t matter. Even if he wasn’t as strong as one of those Gramsci would fight tooth and nail if he needed to. He wasn’t scared in the least.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2022 6:06 pm
"The puppies?" He said, having forgotten the gang's name, probably two days into wandering around in the apartment complex. "Oh, ya, you do kinda look like a puppy! A really handsome one at that." He gave Gramsci a sly look coupled with a wink. Mickey let out a light chuckle next. Even if he did not catch the looks Gramsci had been giving him; he knew the looks were likely. He had been doing this for a while and knew his strengths—seduction and destroying s**t. Sometimes it was best to attempt one before resorting to the other. It had worked for him many times in the past. "You're sure about that? There's nothing we can come up with, just between the two of us?" He asked, suddenly and smoothly (as if by practice), shrugging his jacket down past his shoulders to rest instead around his elbows, and he pressed his presence upon Gramsci just a little more to try and sway him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2022 6:47 pm
Gramsci knew he looked like a puppy. It’s why they were called the Pound Puppies after all. You kind of had to. He gaze never wavered. In fact as soon as Mickey slid his jacket past his shoulders the Gangrel couldn’t look away. There was a tightness in his chest. A stirring in his belly. “M-maybe we can work something out.” He licked his lips. Why was his mouth so dry? “Just you and me.” How could he not? But Gramsci was unaware, blissfully, that he was being effected at all. In the beginning he suspected something but now he was feeling just a little bit more agreeable.
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