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Post by victory on Jun 7, 2012 10:43:01 GMT -8
Shortly after sunset Vic meets up with 2 humans in a back table, somehow both close to an exit but distant from people. One of them is a slightly overweight Jewish guy, fairly well known in the underworld scene as Barry Wikowski, a money launderer. The other is so hard to put a description to as his features are so average as to defy words, but male, dark hair and average height. Anyone attempting to overhear will likely catch his name as Michael. They discuss some business in hushed voices accompanied by drinks for a few minutes before the humans leave and Vic makes his way to a more prominent table with a drink of his own (Stealthily poured from his hip flask)
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Post by Ghost on Jun 8, 2012 23:40:44 GMT -8
Ghost looked up from his laptop at the small group that walked in and talked in a far corner. He recognized all of them, though from different places, and none of them would recognize him with his current face. Barry the Jew was someone he associated with on occasion, someone he had done favors for in the past. The average-looking man... well, anyone in the know knew who HE was, and Ghost worked hard to always be in the know. The third one was currently the most interesting. Vic Tory, the new Brujah in town. Ghost's inner grouchy old man wanted to power-slap him through a wall for the sheer pun-y quality of the name he was using, but the Nosferatu in him just couldn't begrudge him too much. Far too many of his clan used horrible puns for the names they reinvented themselves with. It wasn't as if 'Ghost" was the name his mother had given him.
The two mortals left and Vic moved to another table. Ghost rattled off the little he knew so far about the newcomer, made a mental note to expand that information in the future. One thing he did know based upon Vic's general bearing was that he seemed to have drive and ambition, things that had amazingly been sorely lacking in the Brujah of Sunnydale's burrough for the entire time Ghost had been here, if not much longer. Another thing was, based on the profession he claimed, he wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Another thing to be appreciated.
As Vic sat down at the more centralized table, Ghost made sure to make eye contact with him for a moment. In that second of holding his attention, making sure no one else was watching, he allowed his Mask to slip around his face ever so briefly, letting Vic see his real face, the one he would recognoze from Elysium. The Mask then reasserted itself. Once he was sure Vic had seen him, he offered him a nod of acknowledgement.
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