Jacqueline Speirs

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.

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. So I threw up my hands and told them fine, I don't want to know. What I don't know won't get me into trouble.