The Flesh Rends (Violet)

[The Saint]

With a freshly fleshcrafted face and a new set of duds stolen from a man who looked like a biker Levi was ready to begin a little inside work. He began fleshcrafting the rest of his body. He made his muscles seem bigger and he made his entire feel more Brujah like. By the time he was done he looked like a large Irish-man who wanted nothing more than to get into a barfight.

Levi had stolen some poor man's Harley. It was a newer model and Levi didn't much care for it, but he endured. He rode it up to the parking lot of the Bar and then hopped off. Blue jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket. He walked up to the man and pulled off his best Irish accent at the Bouncer. "Aye lad, ye know where a parched kindred can have a bite if ya don't mind me askin." He said with a sly wink. The bouncer stepped aside and let him in. "Thank ye, lad." He said and walked inside, he then went up to a table and sat down. His eyes darted around the room, then he looked at the table.

He was trying to hide the fact he was Malkavian and tried to make himself seem Brujah. This failed. He looked across the table and there was old Mattew Hanes. A man who Levi had fought with in the civil war "Levi, put down your arms. This is not the man I was proud to fight by. You are a man of honour. Not a backstabbing monster. Why did you join the Sabbat? Even an Anarch is more reasonable." The ghost spoke to Levi. Levi's eyes widened. "Shut up Matthew I'll be whatever I damned well be, Cammies, Anarchs, and all be damned!" He said. He didn't shout it but he didn't whisper it either. It seemed as if the bar was too loud and most people didn't catch what he had said, but he had spoken by himself to someone who wasn't there.

Levi looked around the room, then noticed he was again alone. " you, Matthew." He whispered to himself. He then looked around the room, trying to spot the Brujah that he had ran into the previous night.

[Kiala]

Violet was coming back from Brooklyn. She had been there talking to some of her lieutenants in New York. She knew there was to much for to keep track of by herself so she had several Brujah who kept an eye on things for her. She was making her way to the unofficial Brujah base within the city. The Old Town Bar and Grill. It wasn’t really her style, but it was were a lot of her Brujah gathered. She was hungry and the owner kept blood on hand, as well as a personal herd. He wouldn’t deny his primogen a bite to eat. She pulled her baby around back of the bar and went up the back stairs.

When she saw Billy at his desk reading she smirked, “Still reading those same old books??”
Bill was an old looking man, with a scruffy beard and broken nose. He merely grunted. Violet smirked and went to his refrigerator and looked around, “No AB neg??”

“Nyope…one of the ghouls has it. Feed from her if you want. Names Beth…she should be just outside”

Violet nodded and thanked Bill before leaving the office. She noticed a pretty blonde, “Beth?”. The young blonde smiled and nodded, “come with me dear…I’m thirsty”. An eager look crossed the Beth’s face as Violet led her into a small room. Violet sunk her teeth into the side of her neck and drank for a long time, until she had taken enough to satisfy her thirst, but not enough to harm the ghoul. She closed the wound with a single lick and helped the girl sit down.

Violet takes some food and drink from the fridge and hands it to Beth before leaving the room. Just like after donating blood, it’s a good idea to eat something after you are fed upon. She leaves the room and goes to head downstairs. She is dressed in blue jeans, worn cowboy boots, a black cowboy hat, purple blouse and black vest. Her black duster is also present covering a pair a single action armies she always carries. This is a mismatched set. One with a white grip made from an elk antler, the other with a worn oak grip. Neither gun is visible.

She looks around and see’s a new face. She shrugs, kindred were kindred. He could just be new in town. Her cell phone vibrated and she took it out and read the message from Julian about the name of the Malk she ran into the night before., along with other information. She smirked at the thought of Mr. Nothing. He was a very resourceful fellow. Her attention returned to the new kindred. She sensed madness from him. A malk biker…what were the chances she would run into two in two nights…then she heard him talking to himself…and he didn’t seem as mad as the one from the night before…and his madness was different. His face too, but they had been told this one was a flesh crafter….hmmm.

[The Saint]

Levi looked around once more to see if anyone had paid him any mind. He didn't see anyone at first glance. The Malkavian then down at his palms. He ran a finger over the palm of each hand temporarily sealing the mouths on it, using very little effort or power. If someone were looking at him, even from an aural stand point they would only see a Kindred healing a wound on his palms. He then looked up noticing Violet. His eyes narrowed slightly and an eerie smile crept over his lips. His prey was right there infront of him.

Levi crossed his hands on the table before him and looked up at Violet. He looked around the bar quickly then back at the girl. He could tell she had freshly fed, her aura was strong. This would be a bit more difficult than he had before realized. She was gazing at his aura with a form of suspicion but it would seem he was in the clear, for now. The Malkavian decided to play off the fact of his heritage in a much different way. He motioned her over "Lass, why don'cha c'mere an' have a drink wit ol' James." He yelled loudly.