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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2023 11:17 pm
 Ramona liked the way it smelled in here. Like dust and blood and sweat. She never got enough of the dirty grungy underground fight rings that popped up randomly throughout the city, and she always had a nose for them. She could find one within a hundred city blocks on a bad day. Tonight was no exception. She leaned a shoulder blade into a pylon and lifted a beer bottle to her lips, sliding a tongue over them after the swig while her eyes scanned the next set of fighters squaring off. God she wanted to be in there right now. But she had to wait. She couldn't fight just anyone. As much as she wanted to jump right in and beat some a** she had to wait for another fighter she could actually take on. Some of these fighters were mortal. Strong ********, sure. But not strong enough. It was always a little suspicious when a petite looking Meanki snapped a Baddies neck in .5 seconds. Didn't exactly bode well for the whole 'Masquerade preservation' bullshit. Ramona wrinkled her nose, annoyed at the idea of being caged in by rules. ******** that. No-one controlled her unlife. ******** politics. As a fist connected with a jawbone she bared her sharp little teeth, giving the fighters a sharp, appreciative wolf whistle. They didn't look to shabby with their shirts off, even better covered in blood getting the s**t beat out of them. Something about a fight really got her blood pumping. Maybe she'd take the winner home just to rip his throat out. That was always fun. Or maybe that was just her idea of fun. The big ones always seemed so shocked that such a small thing could overpower them so easily. It never got old. Taking another swig she leaned her head back against the concrete, her bright eyes focused on the fighters. She absently wondered where her sister was, maybe with Sanguine. She hadn't seen either of them in a little while, in fact she hadn't been back to the Clans main Haven in a while either or any of the local Brujah haunts. Ramona had been up to her own mischief in unknown parts of the city, a little rogue activity here and there to keep the reflexes sharp. It was fine. It wasn't like anyone knew what she was up to. And she made sure to cover her tracks. She just needed to feel something. Like she was doing something. Like she had a purpose or a cause. Right now that cause was watching a dirty underground fight between two Baddies. A little smirk lifted her lips, tail flicking absently as she took another swig of beer. What a cause.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2023 10:42 am
Sanguine had spent most of his night at this particular fighting ring, watching the combatants just absolutely beat the s**t out of each other. The blood lust was real in this building. Fans screamed and pushed up against the fencing surrounding the ring. There were only a few places he’d rather be. He had made some bets and walked away with a nice wad of cash. The vampire has a nose for picking winners and he used it to his full advantage. Lighting up a cigarette he pushed through the crowd, the smoke from the cigarette rising to the ceiling adding even more to the haze that hung over head. But he wasn’t surprised when he saw Ramona there, what surprised him was that she was without her sister. Shame. He liked having both his twins around. “Ramona!” His gravely voice rose up over the crowd as he moves towards her. A small twinkle in his eye as he approached her. Depending on what he mood was like he could either get a warm reception of a punch to the arm or the cold shoulder. The twins were mercurial like that. You never knew which version of them you would get.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2023 1:35 pm
Ramona was busy brushing off some little punk who was trying to get her to go to some skeezy pub she'd never heard of. She snapped her teeth at him and laughed nastily in his face. "Get lost little b***h boy. Isn't it way past your bedtime? Your mommy's probably worried about you." He flipped her off, to which the Brujah erupted in a series of giggles. "You wish." She sneered, but her expression shifted suddenly. Surprise was evident upon her lovely features as she brought her head up from intimidating the other Kat. Sanguine? What the ******** was he doing here? She lifted her chin in greeting, acknowledging that she'd seen him, her head resting back against the concrete once more as she raised the beer to her lips and smirked. Eh, she wasn't unhappy to see the big hunk of Brujah. Maybe she could goad him into a fight. Sure, he was way stronger than her, considering he was an Elder and she was just an itty-bitty little Neonate. But that was the bonus of being reckless and relatively fearless, you didn't give a ********. You just picked a fight and hoped for the best. It was probably why a lot of Brujah chose not to fight the twins. Being unafraid to leap into any fray regardless of odds made them unpredictable, and having the Discipline of Potence made them a couple of tough bitches to fight, young or not. "Well, well, well... look what we have here." She flashed him those sharp canines and wrinkled her nose, the tip of her tongue slipping between her teeth. "I didn't know you liked to slum it in the dungeon like the rest of us degenerates. Dirty boy."
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2023 5:41 pm
Sanguine’s grin grew wide as he spotted the a*****e in the show down with Ramona. He had to admit that was pretty hot and he would have loved to watch her tear him a new one. But it wasn’t meant to be unfortunately. As he drew closer he leaned an arm on the pylon over her head so he could lean in. The Elder always went sniffing around the fighting rings. Looking for a good show and maybe later on he’d get a few fights in too. To work off some tension of course, if someone so happened to get murdered by the Brujah oh well. They signed the liability waiver. At least he was kinda sure they had. There was nothing like a good a** kicking fight. If there wasn’t blood and someone didn’t get their face pounded to a pulp it didn’t interest him one bit. Sanguine was a Brujah through and through. “Who the ******** wouldn’t? Watching guys get tore a new one, in and out of the ring.” He winked at her, amusement in his red eyes as he took another drag off his cigarette, letting it rest between his teeth for a moment before he took it in his fingers again. A low rumble of a chuckle came next and he leaned in even closer. “Only for you and Roxanne.”
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2023 10:57 pm
Ramona watched Sanguine approach, her eyebrows raising quickly in unison, emphasizing the thrill of the event. "Oh, yeah. This s**t really gets me pumped. I just wish I could get in there but it wouldn't be much of a fight." She slid her tongue over her lip ring and looked up at the Elder with a smug little smirk, reaching up to snag the cigarette from his fingers. As she slid it between her lips she gave him a lingering once over, taking a deep drag and exhaling smoke in thick plumes from her nostrils. "You're so bad, Sanguine." She purred, reaching out to splay her fingers across his chest, grabbing the collar of his vest and pulling him down closer to her face as she brought her own up near his at the same time. Her lips inches from the other Brujah's while big golden eyes framed by thick lashes gazed up at him with a dangerously false innocence. "I wonder just how bad you can be." She wrinkled her nose in a devilish grin and pushed him, taking another drag from the smoke before she held it up to his lips for him to take back. "So, you gonna fight any of these idiots tonight or what?" She doubted he'd get in the ring with a mortal he could snap like a toothpick, hot as that image was. She exhaled the smoke, pouting, puffing her cheeks out and crossing her arms over her chest as she shouldered the pylon again. She was so ******** bored. Her beer was almost empty, maybe she could go find some random Vampire to pound into the dirt for a while. It looked like the pickings were pretty slim here as far as the damned were concerned.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2023 3:33 am
Sanguine’s grin mever faultered, never wavered. Not even when she took his cigarette did it fall from his lips. Red eyes glinting in the dark, darkness of the fighting arena. Smoke hung heavily in the air as multiple sources continued to fuel the cloud. He liked it when she was rough. Having to hold back a deep rumble of laughter as she pulled him down closer to her. “So bad Ramona I think I need taught a lesson. You want the job?” When she held up his cigarette again he took it with his lips, gripping it between his teeth at the corner of his mouth. “Just a quick one.” Sanguine winked. Glancing at the fighting rink he shook his head. “Not at this ring. It’s all ducking mortals practically and the Vamps they do have are so pitiful and laughable iMm surprised they make any money here. Nah, we’d have to go to the bigger one over in Nos country.” Nosferatu to be clear, we’re not really fighters but they knew a good thing when it bit them on the a** and so it was the Nos has created a rather large and lucrative fighting arena that was packed every night. Sanguine had fought in that arena before and it could be ducking brutal. It was basically a no holds bar. Anything and everything went. The Nos didn’t care, they just wanted their money.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2023 9:43 am
The Meanki laughed, looking up at Sanguine and shaking her head faintly. "Up for the job? Baby, I'm overqualified. But you'd like it too much. Can't have that." She reached out and slid a claw down his chest absently, pausing when he mentioned Nos Country. She hadn't heard of that one. "Woah, woah... what's that?" Her eyes lit up, a tell-tale sign that she was now dead set on going to whatever it was. Especially if Sanguine found it worth the trouble. "Whatever it is, I'M IN." She finished her beer and chuckled the bottle at the wall, it sailed and hit the concrete right above the head of the guy who'd been hitting on her earlier. The Brujah's sharp claws laced their way around the edges of Sanguine's vest as she turned to face him, her eyebrows knit in an expression of determination. "Let's go. I've got a lot of pent-up energy to unleash tonight. If it ain't in the ring, it's gonna be in the street." She wished her sister would show up, usually, they somehow gravitated towards one another, ending up in the same places if they were apart, which wasn't often. It was always fun to get into a tag-team match with Roxanne. It was also usually a bloodbath. "Might need a bit of a feed beforehand, you hungry?" She smoothed her hands down the front of his chest, her sharp teeth clicking shut as she snapped at the air after the word hungry. If this was a tough joint she'd want to be fully fed, there was no way she was going to show up and be running on half a tank. Especially if the crowd, and the other fighters, were tough. God, she hoped they were. It had been a while since she'd had a fight that was worth the trouble. Most of the time a quick backhand sent the Kat packing, a punch and they usually were out cold, that sucked. She wasn't the type to keep hitting after someone was out... unless they deserved it. It wasn't rare that she needed to be pulled off another Kat, but it was rare that she needed to be pulled off an unconscious one. She generally had enough control to know when to stop. Generally.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2023 12:03 pm
“Over qualified?” He laughed heartily, wrapping claws around the back of her neck and pulling her in close so he could whisper in her ear, his lips pressed against it. “It’s a fighting ring run by the Nos. Toughest assholes you’ll ever come across. I’m sure you’d give them a run for their money.” Claws slipped away, prickling the kin of her neck as he drew his hand away and took another drag from his cigarette before dropping it and putting the cherry out with the heel of his boot. “Alright alright. Keep your panties on. I’ll take you.” It was pretty much open every night but the location changed on a regular basis as the Nosferatu didn’t want the Sheriff privy to their activities. Luckily the Sheriff was also Brujah so Sanguine was usually in the know about s**t like this. Trivial stuff really. His eyes roamed over the crowd and locked on the guy that had been trying to hit on her, the glass bottle shattering over his head. “I could eat, let’s go.” Moving past her he headed off in the guy’s direction. “Hey you piece of s**t!” Sanguine drew back a fist and let it go against the guy’s chin, pulling back mostly so he didn’t explode the guy’s skull. As the male almost crumpled to the ground the Elder caught him. “Wrong move hitting on my girl a*****e. Now I gotta teach you a lesson.” He glanced back at her, jerked his head in the direction of an area a little more secluded as he began to drag the guy off.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 12:21 pm
Ramona let out a little growl as Sanguine put his claws on her, the feeling of them wrapped around the back of her neck illiciting a little devilish smirk. She pressed her own into his chest, licking her lips as that rough tone rolled into her ear. The Meanki laughed and slid those claws down his abdomen, maybe a little rougher than what would normally be playful. "Your damn right I would. Sounds like foreplay. I'm in." Her pupils dilated with excitement, already amped for a fight. She stepped back as he put out the cigarette, turning as her attention was drawn to the ring as someone took a fist to the face. Her hypersensitive hearing relishing the crunch of bone. That had to have hurt. Nice. At the mention of her panties Ramona turned her face to give the Elder a smug look over one shoulder. "Keep 'em on, huh? I mean, if that's what you want. Make up your mind, stud." She laughed, teasing him. It was a wonder the man put up with her and Roxanne. They were probably two of the biggest pains in the a** among active clan members, and they definitely werent getting milder as they grew into their vampiric skin. Though, she had a feeling he liked that. Good. They werent likely to change. If anyone accused them of being pets to an Elder they got their teeth smashed in however. Sanguine was fun. He was hot. They could give a s**t about political gameplay. Their ambitions were to tear s**t up and cause trouble. And maybe sprinkle in a little spicy activity here and there. But power? Get the ******** out. No thanks. They weren't anyone's dogs. As Sanguine turned to leave she followed, barely batting an eye when he socked the little p***k who had been bothering her, but there was an evident smile blossoming across her lips and a little glint in her eyes over the action. She bit her lower lip and raised her eyebrows in one quick motion while she caught Sanguine's eye. Message received. There were a couple hoots and some laughter as the guy fell like a sack of potatoes. Obviously he wasnt popular. She slipped through the crowd to the secluded area to wait, arms crossed over her chest. Poor little horny ********. He was screwed now.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2023 5:16 pm
It felt nice just being able to sock someone in the jaw and knock them out cold. The Brujah may have been older now but with age came strength and there were few around who could really give him a run for his money. However much the girls tried. Some clan mates might cry favortism but they were quickly shut down. Yea, he might favor them but who wouldn’t? Had any of them looked at the twins recently? You’d favor them too. But even still he wasn’t stupid. Sanguine kept them in line, mostly. They never threatened the masquerade so why not let them have a little fun? And if it meant something in it for him later we’ll why the ******** not? Sanguine dragged the unconscious male to the alleyway and propped him up against a wall. “Go for it.” He’s let her drink first. Not because he was a gentleman or anything. No he was far from that. Leaving the guy there he moved to stand in the shadow near the end of the alleyway to keep watch.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2023 11:55 am
Ramona watched as Sanguine made his way to where she was currently posted up. Her predatory gaze was practically luminous with excitement as she flashed her sharp canines in a wicked little grin. “Aww, you shouldn’t have.” She chuckled, grabbing their prey roughly by the throat and slamming him against the wall. He was still out cold, Sanguine must have really decked his a** good. The Brujah’s head cocked to the side, eyeing the little s**t with something between contempt and an expression one might have when deciding exactly what they wanted from the salad bar. She didn’t waste any more time, sinking her fangs in deeply and relishing the sensation as his blood began to pour over her tongue and down her throat. Hot life filled her belly, sating her beast. God, she loved a feed. The female gave a low growl of satisfaction, like a feral cat, and continued to drink deeply. Finally, she pulled back, leaving some for the Elder. She released her grip and let him hit the ground, licking her lips as she turned to whistle for Sanguine. She’d take over watch while he got his fill. Her gait was a mix between that typical Meanki sultry and something rougher around the edges, like she had a chip on her shoulder at all times and was absolutely ready to throw hands with anyone who even looked at her. She cracked her neck, feeling the blood coursing through her veins, reigniting her senses to a higher level and invigorating her. It was always good s**t. She never got tired of it. “All yours, big boy.” She wrinkled her nose at him and winked, pressing a shoulder into the wall to idly watch the street for any nosy asses looking for a sore jaw.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2023 7:00 pm
Sanguine left his shadowy stake out spot. “Thanks darlin.” He grinned as he moved past her. He was hungrier than he thought he was, or maybe it was just the smell and sight of blood drove his beast crazy. Leaning down he lifted the guy up by the shirt and slammed him against the wall, holding him there. Tilting the male’s head so that he didn’t drink from the same side that Roxanne had. His fingers slid into flesh and he closed his eyes as blood flowed into his mouth. He drank deep and long. Draining every last drop of blood that was left in this dickhead that he could get. It wasn’t long until the other was completly drained and basically dead. When his heart stopped beating Sanguine released his neck. Licking his blood stained lips and running his tongue along his fangs that were now to stained red from the blood he had just consumed. Glancing around he spotted a dumpster nearby. Sanguine dragged the body over to it, lifted the lid and dropped the body inside closing the lid and dusting off his hands. “You ready to go now? I don’t want to miss out on the good stuff.”
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