Tears of a clown (Tag Wade)

[Mary]

Jack says it's time to play a game.
I love it when he plays games with me!
I followed every direction to the letter, and found a clown mask... one of those cute ceramic things...
And after getting to feed, I used some of Jack's own blood to paint over the lips of the mask.
Jack said he wanted a real Cheshire smile.
After that, his instructions get a little loopy.
All I have is, 'Take the mask, and go get a cab. He will arrive on the blood of pigeons'.
Hmm... I bet this is a test, to see how creative I can be.
Jack likes it when I get creative.
I head to the street, the place cabs tend to be, and look around.
'The blood of pigeons'...
There seems to be a good deal of pigeons around.
But they aren't bleeding.
Yet.
Hmm. I didn't bring any weapons today... flagging a cab shouldn't be that hard... should it?
It takes a few tries, to catch a vermin by hand.
Little sucker never knew what hit it though, when I clocked it upside the head with my white boot.
It's dazed good, as I pick it up off the ground and look it over.
a car veers around, honking it's horn, and I flip him the bird as I walk back to the side walk with the tiny prey.
It starts making noises, and tries to bite me, and I get ticked off, biting it back.
Needing to draw blood, I decide to just chew it's head off anyhow, and I hear some passerby gasp, and start walking faster as they go by.
The bones go crunch, and the head comes off, and the blood flows fast!
I dribble the crimson fluid down my chin as I spray the blood all around me, to draw the cab, of course!
But the little bird body doesn't have a whole lot of blood, so I drop it, and go for another.
By this time, my white nurse uniform is all spotted with blood, so I pour the birdy body over my chest.
How much blood do I need?
Probably another...
I manage to catch another... damn these birds are dumb, like lemmings...
And I'm just ripping it's head off, when I think I see a cab.

[Wade]

"Oh Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead..."

Fuck but I can dig some Oz....And not just that smell Gangrel mofo...No we're talkin bout the orginal, the greatest, the muscisian that'd make Tores an Nos alike weep from his badassitude....

One of the things I love about my cab is the stereo. Lets me pump that shit up to 11, and down out annoyances, like this guy in the back seat. Old bald headed dude with not a lick o' hair on his head. Dressed up in formal clothes, an with a fuckin Wheelchair of all things in the trunk. Talk about crazy shit. Wanted me to take him to Graymalkin Lane or somethin...Boooring. Instead We're takin downtown out to by the sanitarium, showin him the scenic stuff.

Man just won't shut up, whinin and complainin, an tallin me how my ass is fired for this kinda shit...

Like I even GOT a job. Loser I stole the cab offa's liscese may be displayed in the front, but that don't mean its him driving. Me, I just got my usual attire on. Don't even need to use Obfiscate. People never look cabbies in the eye.

Course as I'm tearin past the softer side of town, IE Hooker hangouts, I see a sight that'd get my heart goin a pitter patter if it was still clunkin round in my chest. Its more than enough to make me slam on my breaks, skew across traffic an then up on the curb next to her.

I step out, open the back, and grab Wheels by the front of his fancy suit.

"Sorry Wheels, Buffy the Pigeon Slayerhere wants a ride...and I mean to give her one to remember."

Lick my lips at that, already considerin the redhead related debauchin that the night could hold, and then toss him onto one of curbside benches. Poppin the trunk and tosses his chair out too. Allready got three of ehm at home.

I give Smokin Hot Babe a wave ta get in the cab and then settle in myself, backin out into traffic to a nice set a horns, and then zoomin off, goin back the way I was headed.

"Like the man said babe, Life won't wait fer you...where we goin?"

[Mary]

The cab does some nifty maneuvering to get to the sidewalk I'm on, and I grin as a real neat looking cabby tosses some bald guy out, tossing a wheel chair from the trunk as he motions me to get in.
As soon as I'm in the backseat, I drop the mask Jack had me get, and my task is complete!
And that's when the guy asks me where we are going.
Hm. Where do I need to go?
Oh! I could use a new uniform, people get nervous when you try to take their blood covered in it as I am now.
Yeah, a local uniform would help me get work in this area too, I bet. If they have any special local-logo.
Some do... Some don't... never know till ya see them.

"I need to go to the Red-Cross Blood bank downtown.
You know the one? Just past that Club Dollz?"

I sit back as the cab lurches forward, giggling at the driver's manners.
It seems to be a fun ride already!
I look around the back seat, seeing all sorts of interesting things.

"Wow... is this a Bea Arthur blow up doll? Really? How the Hell did you find something like that?"

I move the deflated rubber over, spying a very nice bat.
Hm, that would have come in really handy with those pigeons earlier.
Might still come in handy with the night shift.
I hit the bat firmly into my other hand, liking the feel of it.
When we get to my destination, I lean over the seat, getting a nice close look at him.
Oh yeah, this guy HAS to be a vampire... it looks like he was cooked alive, and he's a walking, flaking corpse!
I get a flaming urge to reach out and touch his skin.... But I keep it to myself for the moment, it's a business trip so far, not yet pleasure... but that should be coming up really soon now.

"So, you gonna wait here for the cab-fare, or would you like to follow me in for collection?"

I don't wait for his answer, moving out of the cab instead, bringing that bat along with me.
But, I'm not getting inside with the bat... no, that takes a better finesse.
Moving around to where the guards are, I motion for my cabbie to be quiet, and I throw my voice a bit, using my special powers to get the guard's special attention...

(((Rolling for Mili... however you spell it... my discipline thing... Storyteller says Difficulty of 5)))

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[Wade]

Damn but I love hot brunettes....

She hops in the cab with no issue, aparently not quite as put off as her predacessor by the random junk I keep in the Wademobile...She even seems a bit amused by Bea...Nice...

The location is no issue for me. Plenty of vamps of a certain disposition that like to get their fill from the untainted stream...buncha pansies....still, knowin where the Blue Bloods go for din-din helps in trackin down an steakin ehm when they go rogue....ahh the memories.

Anyhow we find the place soon enough, and my fare hops out to go do...something....not sure what inside. Given that she's borrowin one of my spare bats I'm guessin it'll be nice and bloody, to go along with the bloodstained nurse's outfit.

Bonus points! She wants me tag along. Awesome blossom.

I follow her inside, watchin as she pulls a nice Shilo act on the guards, using a catchy singing voice....Interestin...

Granted, I ain't exactly the brightest guy around, but I know weird shit when I see it, and a singin voice like that counts for about a 7 on the scale...not quite Scooby/Shaggy Life partners weird...but definitely up there....

Best guess is she's either a mage, or a ghoul....cause Vamps ain't got a heartbeat like this girl...she's bumpin to her own beat...which makes it fairly easy to follow along behind....though all the blood about does make me a bit hungry...Might see if theres a nurse on staff to give me a little pick me up....they're always good for a suck and fuck.

Speakin of eminently fuckable medical professionals....Brunette here still owes me fare...

"Yo Nurse Shiloh, I ain't got all night....Ya better have some good cred for me, or I'm gonna have to take it outta you...not that I'd mind..."
Grin at that last part, showin off my fangs, still as fucked up and warped as the first day I had ehm...Fire does fun things to teeth...