Post by morgandubhbraon on Aug 5, 2009 2:59:03 GMT -5
((OOC: This is a Vampyre war, contained in this thread, any which may die here can choose not to die in reality of this board. It is an in character but out of timeline scenario for some of us to break out of our carefully moulded shells and have a little fun; raise a little Hell as it were. Please no retribution and no punishment for those of us who want to play afterwards keep it in here; <We have been given the OK...> It's a battle of the bloodlust vampyres -vs- the good guy vamps. So choose a side and come have some fun with us as we rage war on the unsuspecting humans Please make sure we know which side you are on... we'd hate to take out a comrade...))
Bloodlust: Lucy, Cody, Morgan, Liam
Good guy: Olivia, Cassie, Amaya, Conall
Goethals' Bridge, is the large structure spanning across Staten Island, New York and Elizabeth, New Jersey. Part of this bridge, Holland tunnel, was scheduled to be shut down for routine maintenance every Saturday and Sunday night from 1:00 AM to 8:00 AM from midsummer and into the Fall. This was coincidental as far as events would later be recalled; but it played a major part in allowing the incident to occur. At midnight a trio of vampyre made their way across the bridge along the maintenance path on the far edge of the West bound lane leading into New Jersey. In the center was a spitfire of a woman with pale blonde hair and an attitude ten feet tall, nearly double what her physical stature measured. To her left stood a muscular man who would inspire courage in the hearts of his fellow soldiers; well he did before his transformation making him the monster he had become. He was a soldier whose heart of gold had cost him his mortal life and his existence as a vampyre was not a happy one. On the far side, to the woman's right was another man, tall and thin but with wiry muscles and a desire to prove he was more than just Lord of Castle Kelly.
They had met by chance Lucy and Morgan would consider themselves friends, it was an arrangement arrived after getting to know each other. Or at least the sides of each other that they knew so far. Their third was a new member to their circle, Cody was newly turned, newer than even Morgan and he was an inferno of rage at his situation. Why should such a hero be forced to live as a monster? He wanted revenge and he had begun his existence in a bloodbath. He had drawn the two with him through chance. Lucy with her ability to find the monster within when needed, and Morgan who just wanted to see what the other side could be. He had not really grieved for his losses, and his lost mortality wasn't in that list. Like Lucy he loved being what he was, and tonight he was going to experiment on the darker side.
They passed the last few cars streaming across the bridge like ants at a pick-nick as the Port Authority stood guard waiting to close the streets off for the evening so work could be continued to make the bridge safe for travelers passing through from New Jersey to New York. They were half way through their work, and tonight it was a skeleton crew due to the weather. It wasn't expected to even make a full work night. Half the men scheduled had not even mothered to show up as they knew they would just get sent home in a couple of hours as the promised rains came.
True to the weatherman's prediction the sky was a dark blackish purple bruised color overhead and the occasional rumble could be heard in the darkness. Forked tongues of lightening tasted the sky as they lit up the strange group as they trekked across the bridge nearly unnoticed. Afterwards one maintenance worker would recall seeing a group of people walking along the bridge, but he could never really account for the exact time or what they had looked like. All he recalled was that there were three of them.
This night had been one coincidence after another. Morgan had returned to New York to do business with his mother's friends at the Museum of Ancient History, and his meeting had not been terribly successful. They were refusing to release several pieces of his mother's own collection that had been on display before her death, so he wasn't in a terribly amiable mood to begin with. He had ducked into a rowdy bar and in a quiet corner had felt compelled to join the lady in the back booth. His grin had widened as he had discovered it to be his new friend, and a fellow vampyre, Lucy. He had allowed himself to drink more than was advisable and his anger had grown from a small fury to a raging inferno. He wanted someone to pay.
It had taken little coercion to convince Lucy to join him in a night of debauchery, and they had quickly assembled a third member in a handsome man who was drinking his aggression into a frenzy at a stool near the bar. Morgan had taken a shine to Cody right away, and he saw kindred spirits in him and Lucy. He could not hide his sheer pleasure at what the night might bring; and he refused to care what it would mean in the morning. He had stopped and finessed the bartender into assisting him before heading out and grabbed a few more refreshments for their trek as they walked together out the bar.
Fortified with some good choices of hard liquor the trio had formed an alliance between them and headed out to make those responsible pay for their situation. How this had lead to New Jersey could be better guessed at; but there was a plan. Cody needed to get out of New York, Morgan was ripe to go anywhere where he could test out this gnawing beast that he fought to control, and Lucy was always ready for a little chaos, and Morgan was glad she'd come along for the ride. His fun loving side needed her flint to strike him into action.
So at midnight they had left the bar and headed towards the bridge. Soon afterwards found them just reaching the other side and the threatening storm turning into a raging fury that mirrored Morgan's mood and Cody's comments. Lucy looked particularly dangerous to Morgan tonight and he was glad she was on his side. Part of him hoped to find her nemesis and really get a chance to take care of her outright in the melee that was sure to follow their trail in the darkness.
It was not long before they had left even the die hard workers behind and the Port Authority cordoned off the barriers to keep traffic out. Morgan glanced at his comrades in arms tonight and wondered if they were as angered by the lack of humanity as he was. He had no way of knowing the bridge would be closed off tonight, and yet everything irritated him, agitating like a splinter just under your skin where you can't get to it with tweezers. Only by ripping through the flesh with a sharp needle could you find relief. In making the wound bigger you found relief. Well tonight he wanted to rip the flesh wide open and reveal the festering splinter to the cool air of the night once and for all.
Around the trio the wind began to pick up. Curious for Morgan they weren't talking a lot, and so they really did not notice how it began to tear away at the silence to where casual conversation would be hard to follow. Their thoughts were conjoined and they didn't need to speak to know what each other was thinking. They had made a pact to cross the bridge into New Jersey and make the town see something it had never witnessed before.
Where children lay snugly in their beds they wanted to reveal the existence of true monsters. Where mothers slumbered assured they were safe they wanted to rip that peace wide open and reveal the black heart of hatred that gnawed in the darkness. Morgan's fangs elongated as he thought about sinking them into the flesh of as many warm blooded bodies as he could, not even caring if he would drain them, he just wanted to feast until he was sated.
He was angered at the rules of conventionality and the confines of human nature. He had always been proper, even when he had chosen a Coven it had bound him in rules of propriety and order. Tonight he just wanted to break free and become the beast of myth and wreak the minds of those who had peace and comfort in their worlds. He knew he had two companions who were of a like mind. His tongue slipped out tracing over his lips in anticipation of the night's feast. Would there be others who would join them? He hoped so. He was certain there would be others who would stand against them, working to keep the demons of the night from mortal eyes.
His certainty stemmed from the knowledge that he was usually one of these who upheld the laws and made sure the vampyre kept the humans safe and although he fed from them he never killed. Tonight he wanted to feel that rush of power from seeing the light flicker from their mortal eyes. He wanted them to suffer as they had made so many suffer. His new friend, Cody suffered from the very existence he lived. But what horrors he had witnessed Morgan had only glimpsed in the short conversation they had passed between them in the bar. But he knew it was filled with horrors of losing those who you held dear and not having what you needed to be safe when you were giving your all to defend those who denied you these necessities.
Cody had regaled them with his story of making a mother pay while he showed her how it felt to lose your child. Morgan had hardened his heart toward the child and not allowed himself to view her as anything more than a tool to be used as a means to an end. If Cody could secure better weapons and safer equipment for his fellow soldiers then could not what he had done be justified?
Their thought tonight was along those lines, to make people notice what others went through so they could sleep in those plush beds shacked up in their fancy houses. Morgan was willing to awaken the beast in his breast to help Cody on his quest. He also wanted a chance to let loose with Lucy so she wouldn't think he was a terrible stick in the mud. He could never bring himself to think any less of her, and so tonight he joined her as they created a world of their own devices to make others take notice. Did he care if humans learned they weren't alone in the world? No, he had always known there were mythical creatures around, it was just common sense in Ireland. Why should these stupid American's be any different? Why should they be protected against the reality of those who walked among them?
Finally they reached the other side of the bridge, where the fun would begin. Their backdrop was a cacophony of thunder rumbling against a coal black sky broken only by the bolts of lightening zig-zagging across the sky creating after images of purple and white hot sparks when they met the ground. The streets were glossy with the rain and they mirrored the trio as they stepped off the bridge, Morgan had shoved one of the barriers aside as if it were a tissue.
On his face was a wide grin of self discovery. What was he capable of in this body? He had always been athletic and strong, but his awakening had revealed strength he had yet to test ot tap into. Tonight he planned to push his boundaries and see where they lead. He wanted to know his limits and surpass them. Another bolt of lightning shot across the sky directly overhead as if to signify that it was time to begin. In the distance a siren wailed as lightening has set a fire somewhere in the sleeping town.
To Morgan it was the starting bell and the time for action had come. He looked at his comrades and smirked. It was the most evil expression he had ever worn, and it felt at home on his new immortal face. He saw the image mirrored in Cody's and Lucy's faces. Shall we begin then my friends?
Bloodlust: Lucy, Cody, Morgan, Liam
Good guy: Olivia, Cassie, Amaya, Conall
Goethals' Bridge, is the large structure spanning across Staten Island, New York and Elizabeth, New Jersey. Part of this bridge, Holland tunnel, was scheduled to be shut down for routine maintenance every Saturday and Sunday night from 1:00 AM to 8:00 AM from midsummer and into the Fall. This was coincidental as far as events would later be recalled; but it played a major part in allowing the incident to occur. At midnight a trio of vampyre made their way across the bridge along the maintenance path on the far edge of the West bound lane leading into New Jersey. In the center was a spitfire of a woman with pale blonde hair and an attitude ten feet tall, nearly double what her physical stature measured. To her left stood a muscular man who would inspire courage in the hearts of his fellow soldiers; well he did before his transformation making him the monster he had become. He was a soldier whose heart of gold had cost him his mortal life and his existence as a vampyre was not a happy one. On the far side, to the woman's right was another man, tall and thin but with wiry muscles and a desire to prove he was more than just Lord of Castle Kelly.
They had met by chance Lucy and Morgan would consider themselves friends, it was an arrangement arrived after getting to know each other. Or at least the sides of each other that they knew so far. Their third was a new member to their circle, Cody was newly turned, newer than even Morgan and he was an inferno of rage at his situation. Why should such a hero be forced to live as a monster? He wanted revenge and he had begun his existence in a bloodbath. He had drawn the two with him through chance. Lucy with her ability to find the monster within when needed, and Morgan who just wanted to see what the other side could be. He had not really grieved for his losses, and his lost mortality wasn't in that list. Like Lucy he loved being what he was, and tonight he was going to experiment on the darker side.
They passed the last few cars streaming across the bridge like ants at a pick-nick as the Port Authority stood guard waiting to close the streets off for the evening so work could be continued to make the bridge safe for travelers passing through from New Jersey to New York. They were half way through their work, and tonight it was a skeleton crew due to the weather. It wasn't expected to even make a full work night. Half the men scheduled had not even mothered to show up as they knew they would just get sent home in a couple of hours as the promised rains came.
True to the weatherman's prediction the sky was a dark blackish purple bruised color overhead and the occasional rumble could be heard in the darkness. Forked tongues of lightening tasted the sky as they lit up the strange group as they trekked across the bridge nearly unnoticed. Afterwards one maintenance worker would recall seeing a group of people walking along the bridge, but he could never really account for the exact time or what they had looked like. All he recalled was that there were three of them.
This night had been one coincidence after another. Morgan had returned to New York to do business with his mother's friends at the Museum of Ancient History, and his meeting had not been terribly successful. They were refusing to release several pieces of his mother's own collection that had been on display before her death, so he wasn't in a terribly amiable mood to begin with. He had ducked into a rowdy bar and in a quiet corner had felt compelled to join the lady in the back booth. His grin had widened as he had discovered it to be his new friend, and a fellow vampyre, Lucy. He had allowed himself to drink more than was advisable and his anger had grown from a small fury to a raging inferno. He wanted someone to pay.
It had taken little coercion to convince Lucy to join him in a night of debauchery, and they had quickly assembled a third member in a handsome man who was drinking his aggression into a frenzy at a stool near the bar. Morgan had taken a shine to Cody right away, and he saw kindred spirits in him and Lucy. He could not hide his sheer pleasure at what the night might bring; and he refused to care what it would mean in the morning. He had stopped and finessed the bartender into assisting him before heading out and grabbed a few more refreshments for their trek as they walked together out the bar.
Fortified with some good choices of hard liquor the trio had formed an alliance between them and headed out to make those responsible pay for their situation. How this had lead to New Jersey could be better guessed at; but there was a plan. Cody needed to get out of New York, Morgan was ripe to go anywhere where he could test out this gnawing beast that he fought to control, and Lucy was always ready for a little chaos, and Morgan was glad she'd come along for the ride. His fun loving side needed her flint to strike him into action.
So at midnight they had left the bar and headed towards the bridge. Soon afterwards found them just reaching the other side and the threatening storm turning into a raging fury that mirrored Morgan's mood and Cody's comments. Lucy looked particularly dangerous to Morgan tonight and he was glad she was on his side. Part of him hoped to find her nemesis and really get a chance to take care of her outright in the melee that was sure to follow their trail in the darkness.
It was not long before they had left even the die hard workers behind and the Port Authority cordoned off the barriers to keep traffic out. Morgan glanced at his comrades in arms tonight and wondered if they were as angered by the lack of humanity as he was. He had no way of knowing the bridge would be closed off tonight, and yet everything irritated him, agitating like a splinter just under your skin where you can't get to it with tweezers. Only by ripping through the flesh with a sharp needle could you find relief. In making the wound bigger you found relief. Well tonight he wanted to rip the flesh wide open and reveal the festering splinter to the cool air of the night once and for all.
Around the trio the wind began to pick up. Curious for Morgan they weren't talking a lot, and so they really did not notice how it began to tear away at the silence to where casual conversation would be hard to follow. Their thoughts were conjoined and they didn't need to speak to know what each other was thinking. They had made a pact to cross the bridge into New Jersey and make the town see something it had never witnessed before.
Where children lay snugly in their beds they wanted to reveal the existence of true monsters. Where mothers slumbered assured they were safe they wanted to rip that peace wide open and reveal the black heart of hatred that gnawed in the darkness. Morgan's fangs elongated as he thought about sinking them into the flesh of as many warm blooded bodies as he could, not even caring if he would drain them, he just wanted to feast until he was sated.
He was angered at the rules of conventionality and the confines of human nature. He had always been proper, even when he had chosen a Coven it had bound him in rules of propriety and order. Tonight he just wanted to break free and become the beast of myth and wreak the minds of those who had peace and comfort in their worlds. He knew he had two companions who were of a like mind. His tongue slipped out tracing over his lips in anticipation of the night's feast. Would there be others who would join them? He hoped so. He was certain there would be others who would stand against them, working to keep the demons of the night from mortal eyes.
His certainty stemmed from the knowledge that he was usually one of these who upheld the laws and made sure the vampyre kept the humans safe and although he fed from them he never killed. Tonight he wanted to feel that rush of power from seeing the light flicker from their mortal eyes. He wanted them to suffer as they had made so many suffer. His new friend, Cody suffered from the very existence he lived. But what horrors he had witnessed Morgan had only glimpsed in the short conversation they had passed between them in the bar. But he knew it was filled with horrors of losing those who you held dear and not having what you needed to be safe when you were giving your all to defend those who denied you these necessities.
Cody had regaled them with his story of making a mother pay while he showed her how it felt to lose your child. Morgan had hardened his heart toward the child and not allowed himself to view her as anything more than a tool to be used as a means to an end. If Cody could secure better weapons and safer equipment for his fellow soldiers then could not what he had done be justified?
Their thought tonight was along those lines, to make people notice what others went through so they could sleep in those plush beds shacked up in their fancy houses. Morgan was willing to awaken the beast in his breast to help Cody on his quest. He also wanted a chance to let loose with Lucy so she wouldn't think he was a terrible stick in the mud. He could never bring himself to think any less of her, and so tonight he joined her as they created a world of their own devices to make others take notice. Did he care if humans learned they weren't alone in the world? No, he had always known there were mythical creatures around, it was just common sense in Ireland. Why should these stupid American's be any different? Why should they be protected against the reality of those who walked among them?
Finally they reached the other side of the bridge, where the fun would begin. Their backdrop was a cacophony of thunder rumbling against a coal black sky broken only by the bolts of lightening zig-zagging across the sky creating after images of purple and white hot sparks when they met the ground. The streets were glossy with the rain and they mirrored the trio as they stepped off the bridge, Morgan had shoved one of the barriers aside as if it were a tissue.
On his face was a wide grin of self discovery. What was he capable of in this body? He had always been athletic and strong, but his awakening had revealed strength he had yet to test ot tap into. Tonight he planned to push his boundaries and see where they lead. He wanted to know his limits and surpass them. Another bolt of lightning shot across the sky directly overhead as if to signify that it was time to begin. In the distance a siren wailed as lightening has set a fire somewhere in the sleeping town.
To Morgan it was the starting bell and the time for action had come. He looked at his comrades and smirked. It was the most evil expression he had ever worn, and it felt at home on his new immortal face. He saw the image mirrored in Cody's and Lucy's faces. Shall we begin then my friends?