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Escape to Paradise, Cause there is heaven in your eyes. We fly on angel's wings, above the clouds and rainbow rings. Escape to paradise, cause I see heaven in your eyes, the love, will set me free, from now until eternity..... [DJ Mystic- "Tears in Heaven"]

And off went the techno. The whole dancefloor was packed with all kinds of Kindred wanting to let loose with their undead lives, enjoying themselves at this new club's music. To the far left wall was the well established bar, with the hottest ghouls serving up all types of blood to the kindred, with all they need. As the people on the dancefloor look up, there are cages with female ghouls in bodage dancing over them. The right side of the club had many tables for people to relax and watch the ectasy of bodies in the strobelights. The main theme of the club was an underwater effect, and with the many large exotic saltwater tanks with their dazzling fish and the blue walls, watery lights, and tropical tables and chairs, it seemed to pull it off. Straight across from the entrance, on the right side of the wall, the DJ spun the mixes all should enjoy all night long. And to the left side of that back wall, was an entrance to a staircase, and beside that an elevator. On the top part of that backwall was a balcony, with the entrance of that stood in shadows. There stood a figure, peering onto the crowd in a delightful manner. This is...



"About time this city has seen what can be offered."

A smirk appeared on those thick, juicy lips, and turned into a smirk, revealing the long fangs. Shadows of the blinds seemed to cover the rest of the face, but a small shift and the whole face was shown, the olive complexion of this beautiful woman, with those hazel eyes, where it is green in the center swirled to a brown to the edge of the iris, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. Her long black hair cascaded down her slender body to her waist, curling into tip at the bottom. Her attire was a blood red corsette, tightened and fitted so that all her curves can be shown, and her nicely sized breasts seemed to show off more, but still keep herself covered. Her lower torso had the attire of a black skirt, and on her knees and lowers were a pair of black boots, strapped and zipped up to just below her knee.

This is Renee Caspiano. One more glance onto the jumping dancefloor and she turned, walking back to the primogen table, glancing upon the empty seats.

"It's a shame that some of these clans can't figure out their own primogen... and led to bruteful fighting." She sighed, and took a seat in the larger chair, the one made for her as Prince of this city. A male ghoul, very handsome and wearing security attire, came up by her side.

"Hello there Randal. Please, get me another bloody Mary. A+ preferibly." He bowed and took that empty wine glass from her, and ran off to get that drink of hers. She sighed, sitting there, waiting for the other members of this council to appear. Tonight would be their first night of actual peace.

Johnny Skulls sat moodily at the bar. Staring deeply into the perspiring glass of cold clear ice water. He eyed the small table where the primogen sat wearily.

He was not sure how welcome his presence was here. He naturally despised Toreador for their effete and aristocratic ways, and this tacky club was full of them. All writhing to the pulse of such false and mechanized music.
He shrugged and felt his heavy leather jacket's lining cling to his skin like a soft shell. He enjoyed it's weight, it's comfort and all the memories that it's feeling brought him.

He was not sure why he was here. Some instinct led him to come to the meeting tonight, perhaps overhear some conversation that he could further leak to his fellow Brujah. For he had been the one orchestrating the lastest string of Riots.

Johnny stood up sulkily and ran fingers through his dyed green hair. He, as nondescriptly as possible, walked over to a steel beam supporting the loft and leaned against it. He began to check over his apearance, straightening out his jeans that had gotten akwardly bunched while he sat and shrugging his heavy leather. The studs on his jacket caught the flickering lights and the leapord print fabric on his lapels absorbed the red and blue lights of the club. His numerous piercings and studs caught almost as much of the light as his illuminous eyes did.

He eyed a passing vampire, Malkavian he thought that explains the sword. He smiled and winked at the vampire.

Fiona looks around at the others dancing, and sighs. She finally made her way into the main dance floor, her hair making her stick out, it's vibrant red color wrapped ornately in small clips and things that highlighted the complicated hairdo she wore. Sighing, she straightens her corset a bit, and fixes the collar on her jacket, though they were both already in perfect position.

She felt rather odd without her partner by her side, they were always together, best of friends since they had met so long ago. Smiling at anyone who so much as glanced at her, she was beautiful, and carefully put together, everything calculated to play up on her naturually stunning appearance.

Sighing, Fiona searches the crowd, one hand planted on the top of her hipbone. First to find Caerul, second, to meet the prince.

"Well, is this everyone? Or are we expecting more?"

She asked, those hazel eyes gazing at the two men in the V.I.P. room with herself, and she smirked as Randal, that male ghoul, placed the full wine glass of blood infront of her. She nodded to him in the most precise way, and lifted the cup with her slender hand, and took a sip. She placed it gently back down, letting the warm liquids slid down her throat. She continued to glance around the room.

"Where the hell is Draven? Does he not know we have a meeting to take care of?! I swear that man is never in the right state of mind, and for a Toreador! My god....."

She leaned back, and looked back and forth from the two men.

"Please, gentlemen, take you seats, once our Toreador Primogen is here... we will start this meeting. As you know we shan't have anyone else here... as we all know that you were chosen for this role for a reason. I hope the other clans will see the right way."

A smile appeared on those lips, and she continued to wait for that man.

Her light, vibrant eyes scan the club and sweep upwards, and catch sight of long, reddish blonde ponytail walking away from her, in an upper room. She smiles, and lets her hand slide down, over her hip, and to her side. Looking up at the switching of the DJs, she sighs, and heads out to the dance floor.

Feeling the music inside her, swirling around her, her senses flying, she dances along, her body moving exquisitely to the tune. She would dance for a while. Caerul would find her, he would know how to snap her out of her world, gently, like he always was

Johnny manuvered away from the support beam and sauntered up the stairs to the VIP room, following the other primogen. He entered the room and took a seat next to the other primogen. He leaned back and streached his arms over the back of the chair. Yawnin he sneered jadedly at the rest of the primogen, waiting for the meeting to begin.