06-25-2013, 10:23 AM
Cat is a smart girl. In life she survived the Bayou and slavery and crocodiles and touchy-feely-human-owners with slick wit and a pinch of luck. What she lacks in book smarts she more than makes up for in common sense. At least she does when her brain works the way that it ought to. Still, for all of her common sense brains, she has to study Lucille very carefully to follow what she is saying.
I say I want to go here, the car appears. Suspicion creeps into her entire demeanour and she wonders perhaps if she hasn't been tricked, drawn into the hands of some witch or warlock or both. How else could she make the car just appear?
Nevertheless.
She has not suffered the stuffy presence of Ventrue and learned nothing. She is reminded of her manners. Crisis averted.
Big heavy boots follow along behind the graceful visage of the beautiful Kindred in front of her. Cat hadn't thought to be embarrassed of the way that she looks. That her coarse, thick dark hair is messy or that her clothes could use a good washing is lost on Cat and she doesn't seem to pick-up on it even when she stands next to Lucille.
Shorter.
Thinner.
Entirely less than the other Vampire.
Brujah. Cat nodded. They were mean. Meaner than a junkyard dog. But at least they were mostly honest. If they hated your guts or thought you to be incompetent, you know it straight away.
"So." She says, one hand lingering near her temple as if that might help her to focus. [stick to the story. nothing but the facts!] "I like gorillas. I don't mind the other primates but the monkeys...they make too much noise and I can't think. But the gorillas? They're like...amazing watch...dogs. And I slept there, where the humans are working, beating and building things?"
Dark eyes shift to crawl up Rasmussen's face before skittering back down to the table. [keep your eyes off his. remember: Achille's heel!]
"And I woke." The finger near her temple points loosely, driving home her point with a shake of one digit. "And my apes were going fucking mad. Banging and beating, and those...little yapping monkeys were howling and screaming. But I looked? Crept around a corner and then I hid. Nooooo one saw me. I was hid good. But all the humans, the guards? They were down. Like..." fingers flutter quickly and her brow furrows deeply.
"...I thought that it was another Malkavian. Being funny. Pranking. Taking away my spot. But, no! It wasn't. No it was not. I was smart. I walked all around those bodies and kicked and stomped. I could see it though, with my own two eyes, I could see this...ba-bomp...ba-bomp...like feeding? Yes. Feeding. But! But. There was this fucking...rumbling. It was an earthquake. But not. It was like an earthquake. But it wasn't just a hole. No. It was a mouth." And she nods at him, quite impressed with herself thus far.
"This mouth - no maw - like a maw? It opened wide in the ground and ate up those humans. Swallowed them whole. I ran, you couldn't expect me to do anything more!" She says plaintively, palm covering a good portion of her face from forehead to the top of her mouth. "It was...something not normal. Maybe an old Vampire? Hayzeus...it might have been...no. Absolutely not." Cat shakes her head, though whatever train of thought she's stumbled on has her becoming much more agitated.
"And did you know she throws the S word around?! Yes. She does. She tosses it around. And? She can make cars appear by just speaking words. I don't...I don't like to say that S word. You need not call the devil. He'll come without calling."
Then, finally, she quiets and waits. Her mind is very concerned with that summoning Toreador and what might be living beneath Denver.
I say I want to go here, the car appears. Suspicion creeps into her entire demeanour and she wonders perhaps if she hasn't been tricked, drawn into the hands of some witch or warlock or both. How else could she make the car just appear?
Nevertheless.
She has not suffered the stuffy presence of Ventrue and learned nothing. She is reminded of her manners. Crisis averted.
Big heavy boots follow along behind the graceful visage of the beautiful Kindred in front of her. Cat hadn't thought to be embarrassed of the way that she looks. That her coarse, thick dark hair is messy or that her clothes could use a good washing is lost on Cat and she doesn't seem to pick-up on it even when she stands next to Lucille.
Shorter.
Thinner.
Entirely less than the other Vampire.
Brujah. Cat nodded. They were mean. Meaner than a junkyard dog. But at least they were mostly honest. If they hated your guts or thought you to be incompetent, you know it straight away.
"So." She says, one hand lingering near her temple as if that might help her to focus. [stick to the story. nothing but the facts!] "I like gorillas. I don't mind the other primates but the monkeys...they make too much noise and I can't think. But the gorillas? They're like...amazing watch...dogs. And I slept there, where the humans are working, beating and building things?"
Dark eyes shift to crawl up Rasmussen's face before skittering back down to the table. [keep your eyes off his. remember: Achille's heel!]
"And I woke." The finger near her temple points loosely, driving home her point with a shake of one digit. "And my apes were going fucking mad. Banging and beating, and those...little yapping monkeys were howling and screaming. But I looked? Crept around a corner and then I hid. Nooooo one saw me. I was hid good. But all the humans, the guards? They were down. Like..." fingers flutter quickly and her brow furrows deeply.
"...I thought that it was another Malkavian. Being funny. Pranking. Taking away my spot. But, no! It wasn't. No it was not. I was smart. I walked all around those bodies and kicked and stomped. I could see it though, with my own two eyes, I could see this...ba-bomp...ba-bomp...like feeding? Yes. Feeding. But! But. There was this fucking...rumbling. It was an earthquake. But not. It was like an earthquake. But it wasn't just a hole. No. It was a mouth." And she nods at him, quite impressed with herself thus far.
"This mouth - no maw - like a maw? It opened wide in the ground and ate up those humans. Swallowed them whole. I ran, you couldn't expect me to do anything more!" She says plaintively, palm covering a good portion of her face from forehead to the top of her mouth. "It was...something not normal. Maybe an old Vampire? Hayzeus...it might have been...no. Absolutely not." Cat shakes her head, though whatever train of thought she's stumbled on has her becoming much more agitated.
"And did you know she throws the S word around?! Yes. She does. She tosses it around. And? She can make cars appear by just speaking words. I don't...I don't like to say that S word. You need not call the devil. He'll come without calling."
Then, finally, she quiets and waits. Her mind is very concerned with that summoning Toreador and what might be living beneath Denver.