Chapter 1.1: Being a loner is SO goth

[MadVlat]

The sounds of an angry swarm precedes the entrance of the Nosferatu. He enters slamming open the door, the smell of burnt toast instantly assails the nostrils of everyone present. "Damn their eyes. Camera's, guards, snobbish rich folk, if it wouldn't break the masquerade i'd diassemble the entire complex". Foster is not speaking to anyone in particular he is simply venting. He throws himself into his favorite chair and broods for a few moments, "Duke tell me that you had better luck.".

I hope I get another chance at that place, prince or no prince; I will not lose to a group of mere mortals.

[Vardaen]

The Venture sigh as Foster arrive clearly angry and unsuccessfull. "I take it you didn't glean any information either?" He pushes a portion of the dossier to the middle of the table, open to a section about her last boyfriend. "No luck at the Goth Club, Harold claims to have learned something, but the damn punk vanished shortly after and refuses to to tell us anything." He notices the picture of the boyfriend seemingly looking back up at him from the table. "Maybe its time to pay the boyfriend a visist, I'm starting to feel a bit peckish."

Where the HELL is Harold!

[MadVlat]

"Why is Harold being so evasive"? Foster studies the photo of the boyfriend. "What do we have on this little piss ant, Duke"? The Nosferatu begins to slowly spin the photo by the corner with his long finger. As he talks the insects about his person begin the lull. The smell of burnt toast slowly changing to that of cinnomin as he calms down. "I'm begining to wonder if the prince is just trying to keep us out of his hair while something big is going down elsewhere".

[Shinling]

Maira quietly followed the others back to the house after having no luck at the Club. She tries to relax on the coach as the others speak. She quickly pitches in when the time comes, "I doubt that Foster, the fact that were 'in the prince's hair', I mean." She looks to the others and smiles, "my next move would be the boyfriend as well..."

[Vardaen]

Duke shakes his head at the Nosveratu, "We got nothing much ont his guy. Lets see..." He takes up a few pages of information that lists all the previous boyfriends, he reads a few paragraphs about the most recent one, focusing on his job, school status, family position in the city, money, and any places he hangs out...

OOC

Let Bit fill in those gaps about the boyfriend.

[Bitom]

Saturday, June 24 2006 02:53 AM

The boyfriend's name is Chad Nader. Unlike many of her previous boyfriends, he is in her financial league, but apparently also likes slumming at the clubs intown. He's a regular at Flood Damage (Which Maria identifies as being owned by one of the higher-up Toreador in the city) He doesn't work, lives at his fathers house and stands to inherit a decent amount of money when the old man kicks it. For now, he's just graduated high school with unremarkable, but adequate grades, and is due to go to either Cornell or Yale, but a decision has not been made as of the Investigators last check.

[MadVlat]

Still spinning the picture of the boyfriend idly Foster looks up, "What could she possibly see in this boy. Obviously she's quite bright". A roach passes across the nosferatu's face from his collar to his ear then disappearing. A look of mild anger interupts his face as he utters, "Do we wait for the rest or pay this unsuspecting fool a visit on our own? We do have a time limit after all"?

[Vardaen]

Duke leans back, "Yeah and that time limit is 6am. I'm staying in the rest of the night. Dawn comes early around here and I'm about to get caught outside for a sun tan over some punk boyfriend." He stands up and paces the room a bit, "Where the hell is Harold!" He slams his fist into the table top. He takes a portion of the investigator's notes and then stalks off into a room he uses a his private haven here in this slum the cotiere uses. He is in no mood to risk anything tonight and will study up on what he's taken, and then get some 'sleep' until tomorrow night.

OOC

I'm cool with FF to tomorrow night.

[MadVlat]

"Perhaps your right, maybe the rest will return with better news". Foster rises from the table and heads for the basement, "If they return before sunrise call me i'll be below? Upon reaching the cellar door he pauses as if waiting for Duke or Maria to respond, then continues down the steps closing the paint challenged door behind him. I weary of this meager task already, why would Joseph allow such a misuse of his resources?

[TetNak]

"This is ridiculous," Bard says, opening his cell phone and looking up his contacts from his previous life. He calls the number, asks for the contact to look up anything known about the boyfriend, his family, the girl, or her family.