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Post by Aaron Stride on Jul 25, 2011 23:34:11 GMT -8
The night is cool, though it could hardly phase anyone, especially the Kindred, down in the sub-basement of the popular night spot. Dressed in ragged , torn clothes covered by an overcoat, Aaron descends down the steps in a hurried fashion. His body is shaking and in his hands he holds a paintbrush that has a mostly dried purple color on its tip. He looks around frantically from huddled shoulders while clinging to himself.
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Post by Cindi Bryce on Jul 26, 2011 10:55:23 GMT -8
Cindi sits in her office going over the latest reports for the club when she gets a knock on the door. Not bothering to look up she simply said, “Enter.”
“Miss Bryce, you asked to be notified when he arrived,” said a large muscular bouncer.
Glancing up she gave him a nudge of her head urging him to continue. Stepping inside her office he closed the door behind him. That grabbed her attention. Cindi knew he would not have bothered ensuring privacy if the news had been run of the mill.
“Miss Bryce he is in bad shape, shaking, shifty, he’s disheveled.”
Cindi pushed her chair back and stood. “Where?”
“He was heading down to the sub-basement.”
Cindi sighed looking down at her white Sue Wong strapless dress with Ostrich Feathers. “I need to start wearing more black…” Making her way around the table she motioned for the bouncer to follow her as she waded through her club to find Aaron.
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