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The Men's Bathroom- Open to all; During the Gala
Topic Started: Feb 28 2007, 03:05 PM (591 Views)
Vincent
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Vinny had been standing at the bar for a moment, still annoyed by being surrounded by the arty people he'd so tried to avoid. he hated vampire politics, but now Verloren had been sucked into it all, and Vinny was silently pissed off about the whole thing.
he frowned slightly after he knocked his drink back, and without meeting Verloren's gaze, he muttered that he was going to the bathroom for a second, to "fix his hair."
He shoved his way through a crowd of artist airheads with quiet a few gasps and well-I-never's from them. He scoffed as he passed them and quickly cloistered himself into the bathroom. It was blissfully empty, and with a sigh of relief he pulled a baggie of white powder from his jacket pocket.
He went through the short little ritual of setting up a few lines on the bathroom counter, careful to be watching the door while he worked. He rolled a ten dollar bill into a tube and, ripping his gaze from the door, leaned down to suck the powder up through the makeshift tube, through his nose.
Yeah, he'd said he had stopped, but his will wasn't as strong, not since all of the political upheaval, and when pissed off, or unnerved, his means of escape was drugs, drugs to numb him, to make him not care. He hadn't fallen back into looking for the smack, but his mind was already mulling that idea over. he snorted the first line of coke, taking a few seconds break as the buzz started to roll in, before leaning down to snort the next line. The positive to being a vampire was an overdose couldn't kill him, he could get utterly wasted and never have to worry.
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Verloren watched vinny drink his "green fairy" as he had learnt it was called and smirked at his absinthe face, but then he was gone, to fix his hair, but he hadnt even met Verloren's eyes and this hurt him, he knew they hadn't had much time together, but did Vinny not love him anymore?. Had he really alienated the man he loved.

A few moments later what Vinny said set in

"To fix his har ?!"

Vinny never cared about his hair that much, suddenly Verloren was up and bolted across the room simply pushing people out of the way, bursting into the bathroom as Vinny was taking the second line and he gasped out loudly before he flew across the room and slapped his hand away so the tube flew away somewhere and he snarled loudly at him

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

He stood before him his posture agrivated and growled at him

"YOU LIED TO ME, HOW COULD YOU LIE TO ME"
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Vinny jumped as his hand was slapped. he was reeling from the buzz and he smiled as he sat back on his heels looking up at Verloren, because he could not help but smile, even if his inner brain was telling him not to, that it wasn't a good idea to smile. He chuckled softly then, unable to help it. He felt like electricity was coursing through him, and energetically he got up from the floor, sweeping the last of the powder from the counter top, now slightly aggravated that he'd been interrupted.
"Why do you care? You've got your minions, your position of power, screw you." he ran a hand back through the mess of hair and peered at himself in the mirror for a moment. His eyes were bright and glossy, too bright, too lively. he let his gaze drift to Verloren, looking at him through the reflection. "This is what I like to do, what I take pleasure from in this world where pleasure is so hard to find." he turned then to peer directly at Verloren this time, his hand gripping the lip of the sink a little too hard. "If you're not off with your fucking politicians, you're telling me what to do, what not to do." Vinny rubbed his nose with the back of his hand idly.
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Verloren continued to glare at him and snapped back

"look at you, you look like shit and cant even stop grinning like an idiot"

He listened to Vinny speak and then slapped his cheek hard

"Listen to you, I told you id include you in my life, ive made time for you on many occasions, i have, and their not my "minions" i dont treat them like shit you know, What would you rather i let Dante take over that part of town, and own more of your life?"

He stood his ground and yelled

"At least im not destroying myself, your a very intellegent clever and beautiful person Vinny but these will ruin ALL of that even now you look like a stupid baffoon"
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The slap caused Vinny's head to turn abruptly, and for a long moment he didn't turn it back, his pink eyes staring out into nothingness from behind lenses, his hair tousled into his face. A faint tinkling sound could be heard in the air, like the sound of ice fracturing, but was abruptly shattered by a loud crack as the lip of the sink came away in his hand and was dropped to the floor. He pulled the glasses, that had been sent crooked by the slap, from his face, folding them and putting them into his jacket pocket, along with the baggy from the sink.
He swivelled his gaze up to Verloren then, and he sneered faintly, his voice quiet and calm, but a warning of danger none-the-less. "Don't. Touch. Me." He blinked his bright eyes and they flashed a show of anger at Verloren He moved toward him then, but skirted around him toward the door, tagging his shoulder slightly as he pushed past.
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Verloren watched Vinny and smirked at the obvious shook of the slap, he didnt even blink as the sink broke in Vinnys hand and he dropped it. Verloren simply glared as he was told not to touch him, and would have not touched him, had he not pushed shoulders with him, so instead he grabbe dhis wrist and flung him back into toilets and snarled

"Look at you, This drug has ruined your mind, made you forget everything, even that you love me?"

He stood closer to Vinny and his posture showed he was ready for a fight if Vinny was that deep into his haze that he wanted one
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Vinny stumbled back across the floor as he was so violently swung back. He hit his back and head quite hard against the cubicle walls, but seemed not to really even feel it. His head was slightly bowed as he turned his angry eyes up to peer at Verloren. "You think its the drugs? Hah!" He snarled, angry now, and not overly caring what he was saying. He could have left it alone before all of this, could have just gone home and let sleeping dogs lie.
"You're barely home now that you're the important big-wig, and when you are home, you smother me, as if I am your property, yours to order around like those that follow you. Well, I don't follow anyone, not even that schmuck out there, and I never will!" Vinny pulled his suit jacket off, sick of wearing it, and he loosened the top of his shirt, feeling a little less like a penguin. He went through the jacket, and stuffed his glasses and coke into the pocket of his pants. "I'll do what I want, when I want, like everyone else around me does, I won't be ordered around, controlled, not by you, not by anyone. I can't believe you even came here, I can't believe -I- came here. Dante says jump, and we say "how high', it's started already, he's got you under his thumb I'm sure." He advanced on Verloren, his face still stinging, and he returned the favour, slapping him back roughly, and with a dark scowl.
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Verloren stepped back in shock at Vinnys words.

"I ... i dont smother you, you asked me to help you give these drugs up. I dont stop you doing things, and i told you your welcome to come to the towers with me, to spend time with me, and I came for our good, to make formalities with Dante to trade co-operation from me and the politkers, in exchange for YOUR freedom, i was here tonight for you, and i never asked you to come, i said you didnt have to, that i would come home to you."

Verlorens face was full of hurt untill he was slapped in kind, his face snapped back immediatly though and he on instinct gave Vinny a hard right hook left cheek.

"HOw dare you, Ive done so much for you, given up so much for you, I do not treat you as anything less than a lover and partner, this is total bullshit"
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He had not expected what happened at all, and as he stumbled back a few steps from the impact, the world seemed fuzzy, that odd slowness you get when you get hit in the head, hard. He blinked to clear his vision and shook his head faintly, his cheek suddenly exploding with dull pain. He was still buzzing from the coke and his eyes narrowed angrily. Immediately he sent an uppercut to Verloren's jaw. He hadn't been in a fist fight since... god, since his club days, but when struck, he often flew off the handle, his vision clouding over red, and it was animalistic, a sick intent to seriously hurt the other person at whatever cost. His eyes had transitioned from their usual pink to red, due to the increased blood flow that always came with anger, and he growled low in his throat and shoved Verloren backward violently.
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Verloren watched Vinny stumble back and opened his mouth to apologise when suddenly his bottom jaw was slammed into his top with a decent uppercut from Vinny, hard enough that his teeth hurt from the colision as he was recoverinf from this he was shoved suddenly and stumbled back against the urinal wall of the toilets and suddenly stood upright and threw his jacket to the floor he looked round at Vinny his vision just as red and yelled something indistinguishable as he lunged at Vinny sending htem both through the chipbpard wall of the cubicle as he put one hand on Vinnys chest propping himself up and pinning him before swinging another punch at his cheek. Too clouded by anger hurt, and his confusion that was already there over his feelings for Dante, to see he was pumling the man he loved.
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Again he hadn't been expecting it, he had underestimated how angry Verloren was, much to his shegrin. His mind went fuzzy as he was pinned and that sickening loud deafness rang out in his ears at the impact of his fists. He growled and looked up at Verloren, spitting blood violently up into his face before bracing himself and shoving upward at Verloren to get him away so he could scramble back to his feet. he was unsteady, gripping what was left as the wall as he shook the darkness out of his head.
His hand went immediately for the gun in the lower-back holster, and in a flash it was pointed dead at Verloren... or one of the Verloren's anyway. He pressed the other hand to his head, trying to clear his vision and growled again, blood dribbling over his chin from the punch to his mouth, a redness blossoming on his cheek where no doubt a bruise would form later.
he was still gripping the wall for support when the dizziness dropped away from him like leaves from a tree, to be replaced by the pain, the explosive headache. "Fuck!" he hissed, eyeing Verloren, and he spat out another mouthful of blood to the side, his vision coming back more fully. The crack of the desert eagle was deafening in the little room as he unloaded a round into Verloren's shoulder angrily, only one hand on his gun still. he wasn't aiming to kill him, just hurt him, hurt him a lot preferably, but he wasn't picky in those moments, rather, he was acting on angry impulse, and he knew he was in a losing battle. Verloren was stronger than he, much stronger.
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Verloren was suddenly shoved and he stood there hunched slightly panting from anger more than anything, then suddenly he had a gun pointed at him, first it was at his head then it waved slightly and soon Verloren was thrown around and landed on his hands and knees his back to Vinny from the force of the bullet, blood dripping to the floor from a hole in his shoulder as he yelled out loudly

"GOD, FUCKING ..."

He snarled and reached under his suit jacket into his belt and pulled out his trusted dagger that he had used to save Vinny and now, turned it on him, turning on the floor before lunging knife extended bfore him, aiming to come down on Vinnys shoudler from above, and catch the soft flesh behind his collar bone, he landed and felt blood run out unde rhis hand, his eyes staring into Vinnys as he was pinned between Verloren and the cold tiled and blood stained wall. His eyes full of Hatred, but behind that, the lust adrenaline brought and he lent in and caught Vinnys lips in a hard deep kiss biting his bottom lip for a moment before he pulled back digging the knife in deeper to where it had landed
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As he was lunged at, Vinny tried to get out of the way, tried to move, but the reddish haze that made him so angry, made him so animalistic caused him to hesitate for a second, just long enough for him to feel a sensation akin to being punched in the shoulder. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened as he was once again pinned by Verloren, but when blood trickled over his skin his eyes widened slightly. His breath caught in his throat at the heat f those lips pressed against his, then let out a growling shriek as the knife was pushed in farther. he realised he had dropped his gun in the commotion and the only thing he could think to do was literally, a knee-jerk reaction. With as much force as he could muster, he jerked his knee up toward Verloren's crotch, flinching with the effort, given the knife embedded up to the hilt behind his collar bone. His face had gone pale at the realisation of it, and as he turned his face to peer at the handle, his eyes went pale too, the colour draining away until they were almost grey.
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Verloren pulled back from the kiss then suddenly howled and dropped to the floor in front of Vinny, he maybe immortal but he certainly felt pain, just as any mortal man would, so he crumpled in front of him hands clapsed between his legs, as if to protect himself, even though the damage was done and he winched and whimpered for a moment, before the anger and adreanline fought through the pain and he stood up and with a closed fist give a very hard backhanded punch to Vinnys cheek which left hiom staring at the wall not Vinny and he simply stood there a moment before his eyes moved to where Vinny was now and he looked down at hiom, his face had only one emotion in it now, the face of a man who had defeated his enemy. Verlorens face while bruised was set solid and he just lent down and pulled the knife out his shoulder then stood again wiping the blood off on his sleeve he looked at Vinny and waited to see if he would attempted to retaliate again. Verloren no-longer saw Vinny, but only an adversary.
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The pop was faint from this distance but still Paige heard it. Her hearing was better then most Vampires with her perfect pitch. It was the unmistakable sound of gunfire. Just one shot but in a club setting like this it could be disasterous.

"Stay here sweet one finish your drink." Paige said soothingly to the girl beside her before she hefted her skirt up and headed towards where she had heard the shots. Not that she was about to go in guns a blazing or anything. Not that she had a gun. But she wanted to make sure no humans were down, no riot starting. That would prove bad for a Club opening and for her new Clanleiter.

"The bathrooms?" She whispered to herself. She stopped outside the mens room as she smelt the blood, gunpowder, the rage. She didn't have to go in to know the fight was in there. She just hoped the door was looked. She paused pressing her hand to the door.

Kunstler and Politiker... they were suppose to be allies. At least as far as she knew. Mayhaps not in this city. She wasn't stupid enough to step into the middle of the fight but she was smart enough to hopefully get some brownie points with her new Clanleiter.

Again she picked up her skirt her chest bouncing practically out of her bodice as she ran across the dance hall her eyes scouring for the man she had met only hours before.

She saw him seated at a table with another ROgueish man. She moved in a run to kneel beside they're table eyes downcast.

"Forgive my interruption Sir but I believe there is a matter that may need your attention. There has been bloodshed between one of us and one of our supposed allies." Paige said speeking softly keeping her head down.
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Vinny had never really seen that look in Verloren's eyes, not even when he was feeding. There had always been someone home, and he got a disturbing sensation like he'd just shot a nest of wasps with a bee bee gun. The force of verloren's blow had knocked him clear away, sending him sprawling over the tiled floor where he crouched on hands and knees, blood dribbling from his mouth and his shoulder, onto the snow-white tiles. He wheezed faintly before coughing up a spray of blood. He sat back on his heels unsteady, not quite thinking straight, as if someone had hit a switch in his brain, turning off one of the circuits. The fight had been beaten out of him, and he hurt all over, his breath making a sickening gurgling and wheezing sound now and then. He blinked, utterly blank faced, and reached into his shirt pocket, pulling a cigarette out of the box there, before pressing it between bloodied lips. He lit the end of it with a silver zippo, then let his hand drop back to his side. he did not swivel his gaze to see Verloren, did not lift a hand to stem the bleeding in his shoulder. There was a dark and dull anger behind the pale eyes, something sickened and not entirely human. He took a puff of the cigarette hanging precariously from his lips and said nothing at all.
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Dante had been left in thought as the roguish man had gone quiet for a moment, but he looked up a little surprised as the girl he had met earlier came rushing up to him. He peered up at her a little confused for a moment, utterly boggled that he hadn't been paying attention enough to notice something like this.
He stood immediately, excusing himself, and was already looking in the direction of the bathroom. He gestured for the pretty woman to come with him, and he didn't have to push his way through the crowd, they seemed to part before him without thought.
He slammed the men's room door opened, and for a brief second was overwhelmed by the scent of blood hanging so heavy in the air. He stared wide-eyed at Verloren, and then at Vinny, before his expression dissolved into an authoritative one, as if he were looking at two scuffling schoolboys. He was aware of the woman standing close to him, and remained sure to be just a little ahead of her in case something unpredictable were to happen.
"What the hell are you doing?" he uttered, taking one step into the trashed room. His gaze fell on the wheezy Vinny and immediately his two dark eyes shot to Verloren angrily. He reached out behind him and sort of Gently swept Paige in closer to him, a little more behind him, as if he were anticipating some kind of problem. He wouldn't have one of his hurt by either of them, though he doubted Vinny's ability to do much of anything.
He was still peering directly at Verloren, the unwavering gaze of a hawk. "What have you done...." he seethed low in his throat.
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Verloren startled by the slam of the door swung round dagger out then dropped his hand as he saw it was Dante and he smirked at the expression he saw as he looked to Vinny than back at him. Still to angry to think properly he spoke without thinking

"So you do have a heart for him Dante"

He sheathed the dagger and stepped up to where paige had been next to him to walk past him and tuend his head to spoke to Dante

"What i had to"

And with that he slipped out of the door into the gala but he didnt stop as he walked right out of the club and out of Vinnys life in his mind.
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Dante's gaze was far too quiet as he watched Verloren pass him, and his eyes appeared black in the low light of the club. All about him was calm, but more sort of the calm before a storm than anything else. He apologised to Paige for a moment, slipping away quickly to leave her standing in the doorway of a blood spattered room, with a wheezing boy on the floor. He felt bad leaving her in such a predicament, but a glimmering flame had crept up in him. he passed back through the crowd again, and instinctively they all moved out of his way, quicker than they had done before, as if burned by brushing too close to him.
He paced to the front door, and caught a glimpse of Verloren leaving. he reached out with his mind very suddenly, and in front of Verloren there appeared a brick wall, as if out of nowhere, and to the senses, it felt solid, looked solid, but of course, it was all perception. Perception is reality really, and it gave Dante those few extra seconds to catch up with Verloren.
he grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back against the wall of the club with quiet anger. he held him there for a bare moment, collecting himself. "Don't ever touch my children." he whispered, Italian accent soft, almost pleasant. he released Verloren from the wall and pinched the bridge of his nose.
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Verloren paced to the front door practically shoving people out of the way, when he looked up suddenly there was a wall in front of him, for a moment he was baffled, then remembering where he was, want to step through what wasn't really there when suddenly he grabbed and pushed against the wall and his gaze met Dantes, just as cold and emotionless as it had met Vinnys.

"I will defend myself when shot upon"

He replied before he straightened his jacket and give a swfit palm punch to Dantes cheek

"Do NOT touch me"

While Dante was recoiling he slipped out of the shop and using down an ally next to it hopping up onto the roofs to make an escape, using his mastery of wind to mask his scent to avoid being followed
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The room was thick with the scent of blood, and now with the scent of cigarettes too, and Vinny lifted his head up, sure he'd heard Dante there in the doorway. Time had become somewhat of an enigma, because when he looked up, he was peering a a beautiful woman standing there alone. He sort of half smiled in irony, puffing on the smoke again.
"Uh, the bathroom is occupied..." he said with an almost bitter laugh. He managed to stagger to his feet with a bit of an effort and he peered at her again. The room sort of took a spin for a moment and he staggered, catching himself on the counter before he could fall over. "I think... uh... I think I should sit down... somewhere.."
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Paige followed as she was instructed though her first instinct was to stay away from all fights. But the Clanleiter had bid her follow and so she did.

She stood behind him as he shoved his way in. His leader points went up in Paige's head as he reached back and protectivly moved her behind him. SHe stayed where he put her even as the one who had was Politiker moved towards them then brushed past.

She just nodded as he apologized to her before leaving. SHe turned to look at the other Vamp still there. Cigarette hanging from his lips. She moved trying to pick up her skirt so it wouldn't be stained with the blood that was spattered around intent on helping him up but then he started making his own way up.

She froze there eyebrow cocking at his statement. "Yes someone certainly dropped a load in here." She said she could still feel the anger and hurt that was in the room. It was there like mist.

The smell of blood the closer she was to Vinny rose her bloodlust slightly luckily she had just... just fed so she could control it.

When he mentioned needing to sit she moved to take his arm. So much for no blood on the dress. "COme then we'll find you someplace to sit." She said going to slide under his arm to help him walk out of the ruined room.
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Dante flinched as he was struck, but otherwise did not seem to react. he sighed very faintly though, and let it slide off, like water off a duck's back. He controlled himself with expert experience and turned to wander back into the club, leaving Verloren to his anger, to his tantrum.
Once Dante was in the darkness of the doorway, he did rub his cheek briefly, as if he could still feel the touch of Verloren's skin there. He looked thoughtful for that brief moment before pushing forward, back into the club. He meandered back in the direction of the bathroom with another soft sigh
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Vinny, though sarcastic as always, wasn't exactly up to being his macho self, and so he let the woman come and help him, and he was limping slightly where he'd twisted his ankle. he wasn't sure when that had happened, infact, the whole fight seemed sort of blurry in his head.
he limped along with the lady until they reached the very back booth, not far from the bathrooms. Fortunately, no-one was looking at them, and he figured it likely had something to do with Dante. maybe no-one saw them at all. He groaned slightly as he sat on the edge of the bench and he looked down at his shoulder. Blood had drenched the white shirt all the way down to the waist band.
"Aw... hell, this is rented!" he exclaimed, and curiously enough, he laughed. He laughed because he didn't want to weep, because he didn't want to acknowledge the fact that it hurt like hell.
"Thanks" he then said sincerely, looking up at the woman with the odd pink eyes that were usually hidden behind his glasses. he smiled slightly, unaware that his face was pretty much a bloodied mess. A black eye was quickly forming, and the bruise stretched down over his cheek too. His lip was split, and his breath was still slightly gurgled. He coughed into his hand to try to clear it, and a faint spray of blood stained the pale skin there. Brilliant, he thought to himself, another exciting party... he rolled his eyes to himself slightly at the thought.
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Paige helped him onto the bench seat. "You certainly won't be getting your deposit back." She whispered as she took in the blood soaked shirt. She smiled as he looked up at her. She thought his eyes were just defusing from the rage. Thinking perhaps he had pale eyes that had bled red in rage and so the pink was on their way back to pale.

"Welcome." Paige said. "Stay here." She said

She headed back towards the bathrooms the mens room still open she grabbbed paper towels and headed back to Vinny. Well her dress was ruined.

She pressed the towels to the wound in his shoulder. "Should stop soon. Nothing I can do about the shirt. When your heads clear we'll go back and clean you up with some water." Paige said. Yeah she was a mother hen. She just wanted to love everyone.
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Vinny actually winced as the towels were pressed into the wound. he was coming down off the buzz, the adrenaline in his system had burned it faster than he had reckoned upon. he was aware of a vague pulsing in his head, and knew it would be one hell of a 'hangover'. He titled his head slightly away from the damaged shoulder, closing his eyes for a contemplative moment.
"Did he leave?" He uttered quietly, changing a look up in her direction. He hoped he had left, he wasn't in the mood for making up, or for ignoring his addictions come to think of it. His intention in that moment was to get fixed up and to get the hell out of the territory, find some seedy joint where he could feed his cravings in peace, could avoid the searching eyes of the kunstler family, as it were. he was aware that Dante had stopped some way away from him, and he didn't feel like meeting his gaze, didn't feel like giving him that acknowledgement.
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