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On Thursday night I got a text from Gabe asking if I was still looking for Little Jim because he was at the Capitol Club where he was spinning tonight! I told him I'd be there in 5 minutes. When I got in, cover-free, of course, I didn't see Little Jim, nor was there anyone on stage, but it looked like a DJ's equipment was still up there. I asked a guy nearby if he knew what was going on and said that there was a DJ, but must be on break. I waited for about 20 minutes, but he still didn't show up so I decided to go look for him. I charmed my way past security to let me into the back rooms. I'm with the DJ, okay?
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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.  
  
The back area was a hallway with three doors, two on the right. The first one was a restroom and was locked. A guy grumbled from behind the door saying it was occupied. The next door was slightly ajar and peeking in, I could see that it looked like a dressing room. I saw a mirror and there was a message scrawled in what looked like red lipstick on it, but it was backwards so it must be a reflection. I poked my head inside and to my horror, saw that it wasn't lipstick at all... unless some weird brand makes drippy, copper-smelling lipstick. It was another message written in blood. This time it said "Dialogs? Ascend to the Void abomination!" On the floor in front of the dressing table was a woman lying in a pool of what looked like her own blood. In the corner of the room, there was a knocked over chair and a pair of legs sticking out so  I crept over there to confirm what I already knew. It was Gabe. He had a stake through his chest and his skin was shriveled up starting around his mouth. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!
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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.  
  
I knew Gabe was Invictus so I whipped out my phone and called Blade. Dammit! Straight to voicemail. Can't a damn elder make sure his phone is charged?!?! I left a hasty voicemail saying it was an emergency and to call me back as soon as he could. I stepped out of the room to look for a back entrance and found one, but it was patrolled by a security guard. I had no trouble convincing him to let some people in if they had the code word "orange" and to direct them to the dressing room. I went back to the room after making the arrangements and sent a mass text to Mike, Vince, and Xavier saying it was an emergency and to come to Capitol Club right away to the back entrance with the code word. As I paced around the room waiting for them, it crossed my mind that the guard must think I have some strange and varied tastes in men considering the party who was about to show up.
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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.
  
Xavier was the first to arrive. He took one look around, got some stuff from his car, and asked me to stay out of the room while he documents the scene. Mike was next to show. I told him what was going on and he asked if I was okay. I asked him to stand guard here because I was curious what the other room was. When I opened the door, I saw a man and a woman seated on a couch inside and the man demanded what the hell I wanted. I hastily apologized and let them do their lines in peace. Vince arrived shortly after and as soon as I filled him in on what had happened, he said he should get a hold of Blade since Gabe was one of their boys. Just as I said I left him a message, I got a call from him. I told him what had happened and that I thought he should come down, and he said he'd be there in 10.
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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.
  
I decided to wait for him just outside the door. When Carlos' truck pulled up, Blade got out and I ran up to him. I explained that that I hadn't told him the reason why I ended up here in the first place so I relayed the info that I got a text from Gabe saying he saw Little Jim here, but by the time I got here, he was no where to be found. Blade nodded along to my story and when I was done, told Carlos to go pull the fire alarm and that he would take care of the crowd. The rest of us poked around the dressing room trying to find anything out of the ordinary. The only thing I found was Gabe's phone which had Nicolai's and Evgeni's, both Elena's retainers, numbers in the contacts list. I let Mike know of this because it sounded a bit strange. We waited around until Xavier finished his work and because he wanted the bodies for a full autopsy, he got the idea to have me open up some loudspeakers to cart them out in. I thought it was brilliant; they're JBLs anyway.
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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.
  
After an hour or so, the crowds dissipated and we had done all we could do. I caught one of the security guards I saw inside the club and asked him when the DJ went on break. He told me a few minutes before 10pm. On my way home I checked the time stamp on my texts and he had contacted me around 9:45pm. Of all the time windows...
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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 following night the first person on my mind was Jericho. I hadn't seen him in a little while and because he was acting so strange the last time, I thought I'd pay him a visit. Plus, given another murder and someone still missing, I would feel better seeing those I care about with my own eyes. I left him a note in our usual spot while secretly hoping he'll get a more modern way of communication soon.
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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.
  
Mike sent me a text saying Sarkozy managed to get surveillance tapes of the club and that we should come to the Seattle City Library to go over them and the photos Xavier had too. We rented out a media room and started playing the tape of the club's main floor. Gabe was up on stage and though it was grainy, it looked as though he did mess around with what could be a phone while on stage so that part of the story was plausible. He stepped off the stage a few moments later and went into the back. We switched the tape to the one of the hallway in the back. We saw Gabe walk into his room with a woman in tow. Then a man dressed in Carhartt's and a hat, looking like an electrician, came out of the room and went into the room next to it; the bathroom. A chill washed over me. Not 30 seconds later, I came into the hallway and knocked on the very door the killer was behind. As soon as I went into the dressing room, the man stepped out of the bathroom and walked out the door. I hung my head. We scrolled back to the middle of the day and saw this guy walking into the room around noon. So we can at least rule out that he's Kindred so that would make him just a well-educated mortal or a retainer. Sarkozy and Vince seemed like they were onto something, relating this back to Genevieve, but I had had enough so I said goodnight and went home. Fuck, the killer was RIGHT THERE!!
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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 was playing a Saturday show for a change so it was nice to take a break from all this private eye bullshit and just sing. It felt great!
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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?!
 
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Then Sunday came the first of the it-must-have-been-horribly-expensive-to-get-them-here series of shows put on by Genevieve. I put that dress to good use again and went up to Seattle U. I saw a few familiar faces, including a guy who gave me a wax sealed envelope. It was a note of thanks from Genevieve. We all had box seats for the concert and I met up with Rafael as planned. I looked around before the show started and saw some Kindred who must have been from Tacoma in the audience. Strangely, though, I didn't see any of the Seattle Sanctified; not even Genevieve herself! The concert started before I could put too much thought into it and it was spectacular. Classical music always makes me wistful and misty-eyed.  
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After the show, we gathered in the mezzanine and that was when Genevieve and Liam showed up. Genevieve made a motion to make an announcement of thanks for coming, but only got a word or two in before her features hardened at the sight of Sarkozy. She demanded to know what he was doing here and when he mentioned that he got into town about a week ago, she EXPLODED. She was appalled that he had been in for so long and hadn't presented himself yet. He claimed to have been trying to get in touch with her, but she paid no attention and said that if he weren't gone by tomorrow, his life would be forfeit. Whoa... She gave her speech and afterwards, turned to Blade with an odd smile and asked why he had been calling. Blade's face twisted in frustration and he stormed out.
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I took Genevieve aside because she had asked to speak to me at the concert and she asked if I had come to a decision on her proposition. I squirmed a little and told her I was still thinking about it, but she just smiled and said to come see her when I was ready. I feel like I'd be more at ease if she were doling out death sentences rather than making pleasantries... I found Rafael again in the crowd and he was talking to a gentleman who he introduced as Jim Ables from Tacoma. Apparently they go way back... like everyone else in the city, it seems. They invited me to come along with them to the Tacoma Museum of Glass which I accepted. I've only seen pictures of the place so I was excited to be able to see it in person.
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Why is it that everyone is so wary of Rafael, but yet he's the one of the ones who gives me the most feeling of normalcy?
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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

Paul Holloway

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.

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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?!

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