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Post by The Saint on Jun 6, 2010 18:23:26 GMT -5
Levi Cross knew for a fact that by the end of the night the entire city would know of him and a blood hunt would be called on him. The thing he knew for sure was that despite this, no one knew his name and he had fleshcrafted his face to look differently than any description would give him, and had even changed his hair from dark brown to red just to make sure. This was all temporary but it needed to be done while he scouted out the city for weak points.
Harlem seemed like a good spot because there were Sabbat sympathizers hidden amongst the Camarilla scum here. He could hit hard and fast and his army would grow instead of shrink. It was a lovely little place to attack. It was about here in his thought process that he noticed the few people out this late giving him odd looks. He had almost forgotten that his shirt had several bullet holes in it, and he had all but healed up.
The Malkavian Antitribu saw a man about his size walk into an alley. Levi grabbed his trench knife firmly and walked behind him. First he punched him with the handle of the knife hard to knock him out, then he sheathed the knife and drained the kine dry. The last step was to switch clothes with this man. He then threw him into a dumpster and walked away. He walked out of the alley with a new grin.
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