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Jacqueline is a year-old neonate Gangrel who has the appearance of a 21-year old punk rocker. She is new to the Seattle area from Boston ([[Jacqueline's Background|or so she claims]]) and is the vocalist and frontman of the punk band Seven (no relation to VII). She resides at the bar/club where she performs most at the edge of downtown. At first, she had no covenant ties due to being so new to Kindred life, but after witnessing things nearly erupting in a war, she is extremely hesitant to even consider joining one for resentment at being used as a pawn. Though she has her secrets, being the new kid and having no one to even truly call a friend, she is quite naive and may get herself into trouble just by following her heart to what she thinks is salvation from her loneliness. | Jacqueline is a year-old neonate Gangrel who has the appearance of a 21-year old punk rocker. She is new to the Seattle area from Boston ([[Jacqueline's Background|or so she claims]]) and is the vocalist and frontman of the punk band Seven (no relation to VII). She resides at the bar/club where she performs most at the edge of downtown. At first, she had no covenant ties due to being so new to Kindred life, but after witnessing things nearly erupting in a war, she is extremely hesitant to even consider joining one for resentment at being used as a pawn. Though she has her secrets, being the new kid and having no one to even truly call a friend, she is quite naive and may get herself into trouble just by following her heart to what she thinks is salvation from her loneliness. | ||
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| + | Not officially a domain, but Jacqueline has been known to hang around the club, El Corazon, often. Her band performs there regularly so the owners and employees know of her and give her nearly free reign of the place. | ||
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| + | =Retainers= | ||
| + | [[Paul Holloway]] | ||
=Notebook= | =Notebook= | ||
They say inspiration can come from anywhere. I don't know who "they" are, but given that I have quite a bit of time on my hands, I suppose I can give their theory a thorough test. So here I am writing in a little black notebook about the daily events of my alleged life. Maybe some hack will want to publish it for me to become the next Anne Frank (I don't recommend it, wannabe publisher), but the hope is that maybe "they'll" be right and I'll get inspired for a song or two out of all this. So let's begin from when I arrived in the emerald city. | They say inspiration can come from anywhere. I don't know who "they" are, but given that I have quite a bit of time on my hands, I suppose I can give their theory a thorough test. So here I am writing in a little black notebook about the daily events of my alleged life. Maybe some hack will want to publish it for me to become the next Anne Frank (I don't recommend it, wannabe publisher), but the hope is that maybe "they'll" be right and I'll get inspired for a song or two out of all this. So let's begin from when I arrived in the emerald city. | ||
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| + | The night after the Vienna Boys Choir concert, Vince gathered us together on a houseboat Mike arranged for us to discuss our plans. It was obvious that there was someone going around killing Kindred and retainers for whatever reason and given those who were involved, Vince was convinced that Genevieve was behind it. Not only was Nicolai dead, Evgeni had been threatened as well, and now Gabe was dead. He wanted to nab this guy and blow the thing open. | ||
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| + | Given the targets, since I hadn't seen him in a while, and because I knew he was targeted in the past, I got a little nervous about Paul so I gave him a call on my way home. He answered and yelled over the noise in the background that he was at a house party in Shoreline at the invitation from a coworker. On a Monday night?? Man, my boy's a partier! I hated shouting on the phone so I let him go and took a detour to Pioneer Square. | ||
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| + | I was hoping Jericho had gotten my message and lucky for me, he had! My elation at seeing him was doused rather quickly though. First, he greeted me with a handshake which was a little awkward and informal. He was also wearing a crucifix which normally wouldn't phase me had it not been for his peculiar behavior a few days ago and just knowing in the short time I've known him that this was not his style. I asked him why he was wearing it and it left me with more questions than I started! Something about how God has a plan for him and that things have opened his eyes to things. What the fuck?? Why did he clean up and find Jesus?! Things are NOT good, or so I hear!! I was about ready to cry at how it seemed like the one person I felt closest to calling a friend was slipping away from me. He said that I shouldn't be so down and that this doesn't change anything between us. Quite the contrary, sir. Something is not right!! After parting his company, I called Blade and told him to call me right away. When I told him about Jericho's new development, he seemed concerned too. He said that he's always been a laid-back down to earth guy and this didn't sound anything like him. | ||
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| + | Rather than go home, I called Paul again and got directions to where his party was. I decided to join him and drown my sorrows away. Some people there actually knew of me, but I must have been distracted as I was a little off my game. It took me quite a while to find a meal to settle down with. | ||
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| + | The following night I stepped into an internet cafe to make use of one of their computers. I was half expecting to see Mike or at least Earl here with all the LAN gamers. I was idly searching things on Google like the Gemini constellation and religion when I felt a tap on my shoulder and Mister The Eye sat down next to me. He was very matter-of-fact and asked me what I knew about Hooper. Who? After prodding me a little, but still getting the same puzzled expression from me (as if asking me multiple times would get me to know who the hell this Hooper character is!), he elaborated a bit and I gathered that he must be the jackass who was harassing Mike down at Federal Way Lanes. Apparently he was missing. Great. Now there's two Kindred missing?? He asked me to get in touch with Mike and to relay the message that he wants to meet him at the 4th Ave diner at 2am. I passed the word along. | ||
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| + | Shortly after, I got a call from Rafael! But I guess this is my night of getting cold water dumped on me for even as I greeted him cheerfully, he was very curt and sounded upset. He demanded to know if I was involved in "this shit". What? Evidently "my friends" were in way "fucking" over their heads. I was shocked to hear him curse. And just like The Eye, he pressed the issue a few more times, but I told him I really had no idea what he was talking about and that I wouldn't lie to him. I started shaking a bit after hanging up. Vince wanted to have another meeting tomorrow night. He damn well better be prepared for some answers! | ||
| − | + | The meeting was slated to be at the Comet Tavern the following night. I purposefully showed up a few minutes late so that everyone would already be there. I spotted them at a booth, slammed my hands down on the table, and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. I told them that I kept getting grilled at the whereabouts of this Hooper guy and that I knew they were involved in something dangerous. Mike pleaded with me to stop freaking out. Either they were hiding the details or they were naive to the affects of whatever their actions were because they nearly just brushed it off. Or they just wanted me to shut up. Whatever. I threw up my hands and told them fine, I don't want to know. At least what I don't know won't get me into trouble. I think. | |
| − | + | Apparently Mike and Vince tracked the killer down as Cyril Jackson and he's been known to sleep in his car at a rest stop in Federal Way. I rode down with Vince to the place in question and we made a motel home base. We didn't really need it though because Jackson went on the move. I think it was just coincidence given that he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but we ended up at the Red Robin in Tukwila. Vince thought that he would recognize him so I volunteered to go in the restaurant to seek him out. The overly cheerful hostess let me right in when I said I was looking to see if my group was already here. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I made my way in that he was in the bar and was staring at me, but I pretended not to notice and circled the place. When I finally made it up to the bar, he was still staring. I knew if I just turned around out of there it would raise far too much suspicion and/or we'd lose him, so I felt like I had no choice but to approach him. | |
| − | + | I started out with pleasantries after holding his gaze for a moment past uncomfortable with "Excuse me, sir, do you know me?" and he responded in kind with an uncomfortable silence... before screaming his flippin' head off!! He bellowed, "Abomination!!" and lunged at me with a stake. Pandemonium broke out and everyone ran screaming, trying to head out the door since some crazed maniac was trying to stab at a girl with a piece of wood. I hopped over the bar to try to stay covered for what I was about to do and shouted at those cowering under the bar to get the fuck out of here. Jackson kept swinging at me, this time with a knife too, so I extended my claws and felt the beast within me stir. We exchanged blow for blow and he managed to grab a hold of me at one point sneering, "You're mine now, Princess." to which I spat back "I belong to no one!" and broke free just as Xavier and Vince burst into bar area. Jackson made a run for it so I screamed to Xavier to chase after him. He looked a little hesitant due to the kine around, but fuck, there was so much chaos we could take care of the kine later and we could NOT lose this guy now! Jackson was in so much of a hurry to get away, that he ended up tumbling down the stairs. Xavier ran out, probably to get a medical kit from his car, but before he returned, Jackson perished. Shit. Now what?! | |
| − | + | ==Previous entries== | |
| + | ===[[Welcome to Seattle. Solve This Crime.]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[The Graveyard Scavenger Hunt]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[All Tense on the Western Front]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[Death Sentence and a Murder]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[A Night at the Opera]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[FIRE! And Thanks, Paganini]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[Anthony's and Mister The Eye]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[A Dog, a Murder Mystery, and Being the Messenger Who Gets Shot At]]=== | ||
| + | ===[[Death of a DJ Man]]=== | ||
Latest revision as of 22:42, 5 May 2010
Contents
- 1 Background
- 2 Territory
- 3 Retainers
- 4 Notebook
- 4.1 Most recent entry
- 4.2 Previous entries
- 4.2.1 Welcome to Seattle. Solve This Crime.
- 4.2.2 The Graveyard Scavenger Hunt
- 4.2.3 All Tense on the Western Front
- 4.2.4 Death Sentence and a Murder
- 4.2.5 A Night at the Opera
- 4.2.6 FIRE! And Thanks, Paganini
- 4.2.7 Anthony's and Mister The Eye
- 4.2.8 A Dog, a Murder Mystery, and Being the Messenger Who Gets Shot At
- 4.2.9 Death of a DJ Man
Background
Jacqueline is a year-old neonate Gangrel who has the appearance of a 21-year old punk rocker. She is new to the Seattle area from Boston (or so she claims) and is the vocalist and frontman of the punk band Seven (no relation to VII). She resides at the bar/club where she performs most at the edge of downtown. At first, she had no covenant ties due to being so new to Kindred life, but after witnessing things nearly erupting in a war, she is extremely hesitant to even consider joining one for resentment at being used as a pawn. Though she has her secrets, being the new kid and having no one to even truly call a friend, she is quite naive and may get herself into trouble just by following her heart to what she thinks is salvation from her loneliness.
Territory
Not officially a domain, but Jacqueline has been known to hang around the club, El Corazon, often. Her band performs there regularly so the owners and employees know of her and give her nearly free reign of the place.
Retainers
Notebook
They say inspiration can come from anywhere. I don't know who "they" are, but given that I have quite a bit of time on my hands, I suppose I can give their theory a thorough test. So here I am writing in a little black notebook about the daily events of my alleged life. Maybe some hack will want to publish it for me to become the next Anne Frank (I don't recommend it, wannabe publisher), but the hope is that maybe "they'll" be right and I'll get inspired for a song or two out of all this. So let's begin from when I arrived in the emerald city.
Most recent entry
Wednesday Night's Alright for Fighting
The night after the Vienna Boys Choir concert, Vince gathered us together on a houseboat Mike arranged for us to discuss our plans. It was obvious that there was someone going around killing Kindred and retainers for whatever reason and given those who were involved, Vince was convinced that Genevieve was behind it. Not only was Nicolai dead, Evgeni had been threatened as well, and now Gabe was dead. He wanted to nab this guy and blow the thing open.
Given the targets, since I hadn't seen him in a while, and because I knew he was targeted in the past, I got a little nervous about Paul so I gave him a call on my way home. He answered and yelled over the noise in the background that he was at a house party in Shoreline at the invitation from a coworker. On a Monday night?? Man, my boy's a partier! I hated shouting on the phone so I let him go and took a detour to Pioneer Square.
I was hoping Jericho had gotten my message and lucky for me, he had! My elation at seeing him was doused rather quickly though. First, he greeted me with a handshake which was a little awkward and informal. He was also wearing a crucifix which normally wouldn't phase me had it not been for his peculiar behavior a few days ago and just knowing in the short time I've known him that this was not his style. I asked him why he was wearing it and it left me with more questions than I started! Something about how God has a plan for him and that things have opened his eyes to things. What the fuck?? Why did he clean up and find Jesus?! Things are NOT good, or so I hear!! I was about ready to cry at how it seemed like the one person I felt closest to calling a friend was slipping away from me. He said that I shouldn't be so down and that this doesn't change anything between us. Quite the contrary, sir. Something is not right!! After parting his company, I called Blade and told him to call me right away. When I told him about Jericho's new development, he seemed concerned too. He said that he's always been a laid-back down to earth guy and this didn't sound anything like him.
Rather than go home, I called Paul again and got directions to where his party was. I decided to join him and drown my sorrows away. Some people there actually knew of me, but I must have been distracted as I was a little off my game. It took me quite a while to find a meal to settle down with.
The following night I stepped into an internet cafe to make use of one of their computers. I was half expecting to see Mike or at least Earl here with all the LAN gamers. I was idly searching things on Google like the Gemini constellation and religion when I felt a tap on my shoulder and Mister The Eye sat down next to me. He was very matter-of-fact and asked me what I knew about Hooper. Who? After prodding me a little, but still getting the same puzzled expression from me (as if asking me multiple times would get me to know who the hell this Hooper character is!), he elaborated a bit and I gathered that he must be the jackass who was harassing Mike down at Federal Way Lanes. Apparently he was missing. Great. Now there's two Kindred missing?? He asked me to get in touch with Mike and to relay the message that he wants to meet him at the 4th Ave diner at 2am. I passed the word along.
Shortly after, I got a call from Rafael! But I guess this is my night of getting cold water dumped on me for even as I greeted him cheerfully, he was very curt and sounded upset. He demanded to know if I was involved in "this shit". What? Evidently "my friends" were in way "fucking" over their heads. I was shocked to hear him curse. And just like The Eye, he pressed the issue a few more times, but I told him I really had no idea what he was talking about and that I wouldn't lie to him. I started shaking a bit after hanging up. Vince wanted to have another meeting tomorrow night. He damn well better be prepared for some answers!
The meeting was slated to be at the Comet Tavern the following night. I purposefully showed up a few minutes late so that everyone would already be there. I spotted them at a booth, slammed my hands down on the table, and demanded to know what the fuck was going on. I told them that I kept getting grilled at the whereabouts of this Hooper guy and that I knew they were involved in something dangerous. Mike pleaded with me to stop freaking out. Either they were hiding the details or they were naive to the affects of whatever their actions were because they nearly just brushed it off. Or they just wanted me to shut up. Whatever. I threw up my hands and told them fine, I don't want to know. At least what I don't know won't get me into trouble. I think.
Apparently Mike and Vince tracked the killer down as Cyril Jackson and he's been known to sleep in his car at a rest stop in Federal Way. I rode down with Vince to the place in question and we made a motel home base. We didn't really need it though because Jackson went on the move. I think it was just coincidence given that he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but we ended up at the Red Robin in Tukwila. Vince thought that he would recognize him so I volunteered to go in the restaurant to seek him out. The overly cheerful hostess let me right in when I said I was looking to see if my group was already here. I saw him out of the corner of my eye as I made my way in that he was in the bar and was staring at me, but I pretended not to notice and circled the place. When I finally made it up to the bar, he was still staring. I knew if I just turned around out of there it would raise far too much suspicion and/or we'd lose him, so I felt like I had no choice but to approach him.
I started out with pleasantries after holding his gaze for a moment past uncomfortable with "Excuse me, sir, do you know me?" and he responded in kind with an uncomfortable silence... before screaming his flippin' head off!! He bellowed, "Abomination!!" and lunged at me with a stake. Pandemonium broke out and everyone ran screaming, trying to head out the door since some crazed maniac was trying to stab at a girl with a piece of wood. I hopped over the bar to try to stay covered for what I was about to do and shouted at those cowering under the bar to get the fuck out of here. Jackson kept swinging at me, this time with a knife too, so I extended my claws and felt the beast within me stir. We exchanged blow for blow and he managed to grab a hold of me at one point sneering, "You're mine now, Princess." to which I spat back "I belong to no one!" and broke free just as Xavier and Vince burst into bar area. Jackson made a run for it so I screamed to Xavier to chase after him. He looked a little hesitant due to the kine around, but fuck, there was so much chaos we could take care of the kine later and we could NOT lose this guy now! Jackson was in so much of a hurry to get away, that he ended up tumbling down the stairs. Xavier ran out, probably to get a medical kit from his car, but before he returned, Jackson perished. Shit. Now what?!
