07-14-2013, 10:19 AM
The girl that Darcy contemplates is easy enough to find. Her face was everywhere a little over a year ago: billboards and print and media ads. She represented Abercrombie and Fitch, American Eagle, Gap and even Victoria's Secret. She did a television ad for perfume. But a little over a year ago is an eternity in this instant gratification society that they both exist in and her face has been replaced by another pretty blond, or America's Next Top Model. But, despite this, there's a loveliness to Brooklyn Ash's face that says she's not washed up just yet. If Gepetto had breathed life into a beautiful china doll, Brook is probably what she'd look like: porcelain skin and fair blue eyes, silky flaxen hair and a small boned build. She's hard to forget, which means that she's easy to track.
She's still at the Oxford. Her room - a suite on the upper floor - is booked through the next week and paid for by New York Model Management. She has a driver named Franco, also paid for by the Modelling Agency. She has a personal assistant / BFF named Todd who takes great pride in being associated with Brooklyn Ash. She has vices, dangerous vices, and it wouldn't be really hard to figure that out either because Todd makes frequent trips to a certain high class dealer's flat daily.
If anyone wanted to find Brook or find out more about her, it wouldn't be very hard at all. But Darcy is very probably more interested in her well-being or her death, not out of any chivalrous concern or white knight complex but because of his duty to uphold the Masquerade. Is she lying dead half drained, a breach just waiting for the cleaning lady? Is he going to pick up the local news to read about some new murderer on the loose in Denver, biting and draining his victims just like Richard Chase? Or will he happen to drive by the Oxford and see hoards of media trucks and reporters so thick you can't even pluck them out as individuals? That's what Darcy is probably worried about, and any good respectable Camarilla Ventrue couldn't blame him.
And Brooklyn doesn't make it easy to assuage his concerns.
Todd comes then leaves then returns and doesn't leave again until the sun is set snug against the horizon.
Maybe he's cleaning up the mess - if there is one?
((Rapture, if you want to check into this or if you want a scene with Brooklyn, just grab me on AOL Instant Messenger. I'll be here this morning and into early afternoon!))
She's still at the Oxford. Her room - a suite on the upper floor - is booked through the next week and paid for by New York Model Management. She has a driver named Franco, also paid for by the Modelling Agency. She has a personal assistant / BFF named Todd who takes great pride in being associated with Brooklyn Ash. She has vices, dangerous vices, and it wouldn't be really hard to figure that out either because Todd makes frequent trips to a certain high class dealer's flat daily.
If anyone wanted to find Brook or find out more about her, it wouldn't be very hard at all. But Darcy is very probably more interested in her well-being or her death, not out of any chivalrous concern or white knight complex but because of his duty to uphold the Masquerade. Is she lying dead half drained, a breach just waiting for the cleaning lady? Is he going to pick up the local news to read about some new murderer on the loose in Denver, biting and draining his victims just like Richard Chase? Or will he happen to drive by the Oxford and see hoards of media trucks and reporters so thick you can't even pluck them out as individuals? That's what Darcy is probably worried about, and any good respectable Camarilla Ventrue couldn't blame him.
And Brooklyn doesn't make it easy to assuage his concerns.
Todd comes then leaves then returns and doesn't leave again until the sun is set snug against the horizon.
Maybe he's cleaning up the mess - if there is one?
((Rapture, if you want to check into this or if you want a scene with Brooklyn, just grab me on AOL Instant Messenger. I'll be here this morning and into early afternoon!))