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Who: Mac. Markus. Audr. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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Someone was shouting. Alright, maybe it was more a whisper, either way someone was trying to talk to me at the crack ass of dawn. I had regretted the decision to take to the bed without one of those useful body warmers Marty - daddy - always supply for me and I always needed to curl up against like they were my own personal security blanket. I had chosen the one night to want to sleep alone. I could have prodded one of the body warmers out of the bed to see who was from the school of ‘shout louder and the foreign language is immediately translated into the mother tongue of instant understanding.’

( I was going to die, in this hotel room with Markus. I wanted to punch Fate in the face. The voice in my head whispered: shut it. I wanted to punch that face too )

Who: Vivian.
What: Job.
When: Now.

Rating: R for adult content.
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Marty had given her a room at Hush, taking her in as his own flesh and blood. Viv could live in the lifestyle Marty supplied for free but the insisting little nagging voice in her mind wouldn’t leave things alone. Audr refused to sponge off others. She brought New York papers and began circling job opportunities. Her pen hovered over the advertisements, what was a nineteen year old, mostly unschooled…the voice in her head told her to ’shut it’. They were just excuses. Marty could give her any piece of paper she needed and she could practically fake her way through until she could get the hang of the job. Pursing her full glossy lips, Vivian couldn’t fully dispel the doubts. She had settled in at Hush, it had become her home. Still the place wasn’t hers and hers alone.

( Starvation will build character. Your five minutes is almost up... )

Who: Vivian and Markus.
When: Now.
What: Learning the game.

Rating: R for adult concepts.
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The atmosphere cooled her skin as she made her way into the building. Once inside her eyes adjusted to the difference in light. Scent of beeswax filled her nose, and her hand smoothed along the wooden pews of the church seats. He was easy to spot. Easy to feel. Vivian made her way to him taking a seat up in front. She stretched out across the seat and noted a look of disapproval cross his hard set features.

"One genuflects before taking a seat."

Vivian shrugged, "I'll remember the next time we visit."

"Is this going to be habit forming?" Markus asked. The look of disapproval being replace with a softer look of amusement.

( He knew what she wanted to ask. He had solicited the same questions in the beginning too. Markus only recieved one answer to make sense of the game, )

Current Music: Warning Sign: Coldplay

Who: Vivian. Breacan.
When: Now.
What: On the run from Markus.

Rating: R for adult concepts.

Warnings: Talk of child killing.
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Trinidad. The south most island in the Caribbean. Eleven kilometres from the northern-eastern coast of Venezuela. Population – 1, 252, 800 and 1. The one was making her way through Pointe-a-Pierre. The town was known for the country’s largest oil refinery run by Petrontin it was not the refinery that interest the woman it was the Cara Suites she found her self heading for. The hotel was undergoing some modernisation but the people remained the same. Importantly the hotel was under going refurnishing funded by Edward ‘Marty’ Martel.

( “If you had listened to me I’d be stowing away on a ship by now. Sleeping. I’d be nice and comfortable, sleeping, in a shipping container or hidden in a ships hull; heading off into the sun set. But, no, I had to listen to you. Stupid.” )

Who: Vivian. Nick Torres. Audr. Breacan. Mac. Eothian.
When: Nowish.
What: New Immortal.

Rating: R for adult talk and violence.
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She could feel everything shifting around her, or in her head. She wasn’t sure. Peeling her eyes open to survey her surroundings the battered walls around her spun in an endless movement. There were sounds groans and cries of pain sounding out around her as that irate accent of Torres's familar voice rang through her, the anger was enough to make her flinch. She hated the voice.

“I don’t pay you to think, kill them now!”

The voice snarled. Torres. She knew that much about the voice she had grown used to hearing.

“Whoa, some one has him pissed off.” Vivian muttered under the pain she could feel in her body as the restraints held her down. “At least it isn’t me.”

“Reckon not, it’d be me he’s mighty annoyed at.”

( Audr shouted out a string of words in Old Norse. “Rude. Speak a language we all know.” Replied Torres. Audr flipped him the bird.... )

Current Music: Kasabian - Club Foot

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