04-17-2014, 10:31 AM
The previous night words had gotten around, a discordant chorus of words and that's to be expected from the Malkavians who are conducting, isn't it? The lunatics are known for their lunacy and with the moon how it is... Well, there is a Billy Strahan.
Billy Strahan, Malkavian rube, a young man of blond hair and blue eyes and hale form picked off some Texan oil field or cattle ranch, had a fit before storming out of Elysium. He'd said certain things.
He'd shouted other things. A few people were paying attention, if only as a distraction, because how long can you politely listen to a Toreador talk about this painting's influence on the kine or a Ventrue talk about how well she could handle your assets if you just sign, with blood, on the dotted line?
Billy! Back to Billy. Give a lunatic like Billy enough time on his hands and who knows what he'll get into? The lasting effects of the blood moon eclipse give him an overabundance. What's the last rumor that had been going around Elysium?
Billy had been shouting about them all residing in a dark house with broken windows. He'd said it would leave them all buried. It would collapse around them. They'd be drained dry and left to the earth. Left to eternity and he says that part like it's a curse.
It's all a curse!
Billy'd said that the world would sing and shake, the ground would dance, and they would remain hiding under their beds instead of facing the skeletons in their collective closet.
Billy'd said he was hungry. He said he knew a place to go and that's the last time anyone had heard from him before he'd disappeared into Colfax.
Billy has said a lot of things in his time in Denver, but never with this kind of fervor. Fanaticism. Like he was considering a conversion. Taking up a new banner. He'd walked out of Elysium eyes gazing up at the moon and whispering to himself, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I promise, I'm coming."
And Narcisa? The Sheriff of Denver? Narcisa the Mad Sheriff had made a point to get it around that she was busy with other things (like Sabbat awake at all hours), but would love a word with Billy, and you could earn a favor if your brought him in (coaxed or otherwise) for a conversation with her.
And the next night? The moon rises again and again the vampires rise unfettered by the waning western light as night does glom day.
Billy Strahan, Malkavian rube, a young man of blond hair and blue eyes and hale form picked off some Texan oil field or cattle ranch, had a fit before storming out of Elysium. He'd said certain things.
He'd shouted other things. A few people were paying attention, if only as a distraction, because how long can you politely listen to a Toreador talk about this painting's influence on the kine or a Ventrue talk about how well she could handle your assets if you just sign, with blood, on the dotted line?
Billy! Back to Billy. Give a lunatic like Billy enough time on his hands and who knows what he'll get into? The lasting effects of the blood moon eclipse give him an overabundance. What's the last rumor that had been going around Elysium?
Billy had been shouting about them all residing in a dark house with broken windows. He'd said it would leave them all buried. It would collapse around them. They'd be drained dry and left to the earth. Left to eternity and he says that part like it's a curse.
It's all a curse!
Billy'd said that the world would sing and shake, the ground would dance, and they would remain hiding under their beds instead of facing the skeletons in their collective closet.
Billy'd said he was hungry. He said he knew a place to go and that's the last time anyone had heard from him before he'd disappeared into Colfax.
Billy has said a lot of things in his time in Denver, but never with this kind of fervor. Fanaticism. Like he was considering a conversion. Taking up a new banner. He'd walked out of Elysium eyes gazing up at the moon and whispering to himself, "I'm coming, I'm coming, I promise, I'm coming."
And Narcisa? The Sheriff of Denver? Narcisa the Mad Sheriff had made a point to get it around that she was busy with other things (like Sabbat awake at all hours), but would love a word with Billy, and you could earn a favor if your brought him in (coaxed or otherwise) for a conversation with her.
And the next night? The moon rises again and again the vampires rise unfettered by the waning western light as night does glom day.