Heather of New Haven - Revision history

BDH-015 at 03:26, 8 November 2018

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SES-001 at 20:45, 16 September 2014

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SES-001 at 20:45, 16 September 2014

2014-09-16T20:45:29Z

ACE-001: Patron link

2013-01-23T05:21:08Z

Patron link

Ajpursell at 21:14, 30 May 2012

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StA-002: /* Meeting Joe */

2011-07-26T10:10:41Z

‎Meeting Joe

SBN-006 at 22:09, 25 March 2011

2011-03-25T22:09:18Z

TUN-002 at 19:35, 15 March 2011

2011-03-15T19:35:25Z

SBN-006: /* Meeting Joe */

2011-03-07T21:47:32Z

‎Meeting Joe

SBN-006: /* The Stories She's Told */

2011-03-07T21:38:38Z

‎The Stories She's Told

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 |Status=4
 |Domain=Phoenix, AZ
 |Path=Humanity
 |rating=3

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 |Clan=Gangrel
 |Coterie=None
-|Position=Sherrif
+|Position=Sheriff
 |Status=4
 |Domain=Phoenix, AZ

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 |Clan=Gangrel
 |Coterie=None
-|Position=None
+|Position=Sherrif
 |Status=4
-|Domain=Sacramento, CA
+|Domain=Phoenix, AZ
 |Path=Humanity
 |rating=3

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 '''Detailed Status:'''
 *'''Acknowledged''' by Prince Hayden of Yuba City
-*'''Just''' by Prince Alejandro Patron of New Haven
+*'''Just''' by Prince [[Alejandro Villalobos Patron|Alejandro Patron]] of New Haven
 *'''Indomitable''' by Prince Riley of Sacramento
 *'''Relentless''' by Prince Book of San Fransisco
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 <b>  Cracking her neck, Heather stands.</b>
-Once upon a time in a place not so very far from here there lived a nice..  ok, a horrible bitch that we'll call 'Ivy'.  'Ivy' worked for the Prince, Alejandro Patron.  If you've ever met that man, you may have some idea of how rough it might be working for him.  Well 'Ivy' got along well enough, but Prince Patron liked to have 'Ivy' be the bad guy any time he could.  So she handled Hospitality for Patron.  One night the Brujah Harpy, Zhan, came to 'Ivy' with a new Brujah to be introduced.  Something was off about how the Harpy was doing it though.  You know how teenagers egging each other on sort of stand back when their buddy is about to do the really stupid thing?  That's what Zhan did when this new Brujah was asked his name.
+Once upon a time in a place not so very far from here there lived a nice..  ok, a horrible bitch that we'll call 'Ivy'.  'Ivy' worked for the Prince, [[Alejandro Villalobos Patron|Alejandro Patron]].  If you've ever met that man, you may have some idea of how rough it might be working for him.  Well 'Ivy' got along well enough, but Prince Patron liked to have 'Ivy' be the bad guy any time he could.  So she handled Hospitality for Patron.  One night the Brujah Harpy, Zhan, came to 'Ivy' with a new Brujah to be introduced.  Something was off about how the Harpy was doing it though.  You know how teenagers egging each other on sort of stand back when their buddy is about to do the really stupid thing?  That's what Zhan did when this new Brujah was asked his name.
 [[Image:PyroTorpor.jpg|thumb|]]
 <b> Dramatic Pause </b>

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 <br>Fever Dream, 300 sound track
 ==Quotes==
 I am just a simple Gangrel.

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 ==Meeting Joe==
-The time I met Joe Barclay?  Sure, I'll tell you about meeting Joe.  I was in San Fransisco, for my very first ever big get-together since David found me.  I was a biddy little Sheriff for New Haven, and my oh my were there ever some intimidating mother fuckers out there.  Book got up, was joking about diablerie..  good times.  <b>Heather cracks her neck</b>
+The time I met [http://anarch.owbnwiki.net/index.php?title=Joe_Barclay Joe Barclay]?  Sure, I'll tell you about meeting Joe.  I was in San Fransisco, for my very first ever big get-together since David found me.  I was a biddy little Sheriff for New Haven, and my oh my were there ever some intimidating mother fuckers out there.  Book got up, was joking about diablerie..  good times.  <b>Heather cracks her neck</b>
 So finally I figure its time to stop hugging corners and say hey to the locals.  I ask a lady with a very large stick if she is indeed the Gangrel Primogen as I was told, and she says no, no she aint.  Her tone tells me exactly where I can stick my Gangrel and smoke it, too, but she's ever so nice enough to point out to me the Gangrel Primogen, Leanne Brokencage.  I don't know if you know of Brokencage, she's a story in and of herself, but she was certainly a Gangrel Primogen of Sacramento even if it was for less time than it takes most people to fart.  In her usual way Brokencage had something else to run off and do, so she says 'here, this is Joe, he's one of us talk to him' and she scampers off.

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 ==Rumors==
-Heather preaches Anarch propoganda to young Gangrel.
+Heather fled Northern California after being caught indoctrinating neonate Gangrel with Anarch propaganda.
 <br>Heather is Wilson Coltrane's childe.
 <br>Heather and Shanghai Kelly are lovers.

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 The time I met Joe Barclay?  Sure, I'll tell you about meeting Joe.  I was in San Fransisco, for my very first ever big get-together since David found me.  I was a biddy little Sheriff for New Haven, and my oh my were there ever some intimidating mother fuckers out there.  Book got up, was joking about diablerie..  good times.  <b>Heather cracks her neck</b>
-[[File:Example.jpg]]So finally I figure its time to stop hugging corners and say hey to the locals.  I ask a lady with a very large stick if she is indeed the Gangrel Primogen as I was told, and she says no, no she aint.  Her tone tells me exactly where I can stick my Gangrel and smoke it, too, but she's ever so nice enough to point out to me the Gangrel Primogen, Leanne Brokencage.  I don't know if you know of Brokencage, she's a story in and of herself, but she was certainly a Gangrel Primogen of Sacramento even if it was for less time than it takes most people to fart.  In her usual way Brokencage had something else to run off and do, so she says 'here, this is Joe, he's one of us talk to him' and she scampers off.
+So finally I figure its time to stop hugging corners and say hey to the locals.  I ask a lady with a very large stick if she is indeed the Gangrel Primogen as I was told, and she says no, no she aint.  Her tone tells me exactly where I can stick my Gangrel and smoke it, too, but she's ever so nice enough to point out to me the Gangrel Primogen, Leanne Brokencage.  I don't know if you know of Brokencage, she's a story in and of herself, but she was certainly a Gangrel Primogen of Sacramento even if it was for less time than it takes most people to fart.  In her usual way Brokencage had something else to run off and do, so she says 'here, this is Joe, he's one of us talk to him' and she scampers off.
-So here I am all by my lonesome with Joe Barclay, who it turns out is an Anarch Baron of something or other.  Now I knew crap all about how the Anarchs worked or who was what, but I did know from my time up in New Haven that they tended to enjoy throwing eggs at Sheriffs, so I figure sooner or later Joe's going to be looking to serve me a warm slice of crow pie.  I stick this on my back burner though, because as you know if you've met Joe he's kind of an.. 'intense' conversationalist.  <b>A half grin</b>  At least his issues with personal space and the other creepinesses about him confirmed he was indeed Gangrel.
+[[image:joe.png|thumb]]Now here I am all by my lonesome with Joe Barclay, who it turns out is an Anarch Baron of something or other.  Now I knew crap all about how the Anarchs worked or who was what, but I did know from my time up in New Haven that they tended to enjoy throwing eggs at Sheriffs, so I figure sooner or later Joe's going to be looking to serve me a warm slice of crow pie.  I stick this on my back burner though, because as you know if you've met Joe he's kind of an.. 'intense' conversationalist.  <b>A half grin</b>  At least his issues with personal space and the other creepinesses about him confirmed he was indeed Gangrel.
 We sit down, and Joe does that thing where he turns the chair around and sits on it reversed.  This has always been a pet peeve of mine, because as much as I may give two shits about how you decide to sit your ass down, its always bugged me that doing that means if you try to get up you're legs are going to get tangled.  And I've had a long night and I'm tired of biting my tongue and its a damn Anarch, if you can't mouth off to Anarchs who CAN you mouth off to right?  So I ask him why he sits like that, and he tells me.  He tells me its so if his vest goes off I'll be partially protected, and then he shows me his vest.

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	<b> With a mock bow, Heather sits. </b>		<b> With a mock bow, Heather sits. </b>
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		+	==Meeting Joe==
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		+	The time I met Joe Barclay? Sure, I'll tell you about meeting Joe. I was in San Fransisco, for my very first ever big get-together since David found me. I was a biddy little Sheriff for New Haven, and my oh my were there ever some intimidating mother fuckers out there. Book got up, was joking about diablerie.. good times. <b>Heather cracks her neck</b>
		+
		+	[[File:Example.jpg]]So finally I figure its time to stop hugging corners and say hey to the locals. I ask a lady with a very large stick if she is indeed the Gangrel Primogen as I was told, and she says no, no she aint. Her tone tells me exactly where I can stick my Gangrel and smoke it, too, but she's ever so nice enough to point out to me the Gangrel Primogen, Leanne Brokencage. I don't know if you know of Brokencage, she's a story in and of herself, but she was certainly a Gangrel Primogen of Sacramento even if it was for less time than it takes most people to fart. In her usual way Brokencage had something else to run off and do, so she says 'here, this is Joe, he's one of us talk to him' and she scampers off.
		+
		+	So here I am all by my lonesome with Joe Barclay, who it turns out is an Anarch Baron of something or other. Now I knew crap all about how the Anarchs worked or who was what, but I did know from my time up in New Haven that they tended to enjoy throwing eggs at Sheriffs, so I figure sooner or later Joe's going to be looking to serve me a warm slice of crow pie. I stick this on my back burner though, because as you know if you've met Joe he's kind of an.. 'intense' conversationalist. <b>A half grin</b> At least his issues with personal space and the other creepinesses about him confirmed he was indeed Gangrel.
		+
		+	We sit down, and Joe does that thing where he turns the chair around and sits on it reversed. This has always been a pet peeve of mine, because as much as I may give two shits about how you decide to sit your ass down, its always bugged me that doing that means if you try to get up you're legs are going to get tangled. And I've had a long night and I'm tired of biting my tongue and its a damn Anarch, if you can't mouth off to Anarchs who CAN you mouth off to right? So I ask him why he sits like that, and he tells me. He tells me its so if his vest goes off I'll be partially protected, and then he shows me his vest.
		+
		+	You seen Joe's vests? C4 and ballbearings, and a shitton of wires all mixed up in a big old mess of explosive happy times. Just the thing to set you at ease. To top it off, Joe does that thing, you know- <b>Heather looks over your shoulder, then raises her eyebrows slightly as if she just recognized who is behind you. She looks back at you with a slight grin. </b> That. I glance behind me all nice and casual like <b> Heather mimes a somewhat panicked look over her shoulder. </b> and oh who do we have here? Three little punks in leather and chains, gee those couldn't POSSIBLY be Anarchs coming up behind me, could they? I stand up so my back's not to them, and Joe follows suit. Of course now Joe's done his thing <b> Heather steps forward until she's uncomfortably close, looking intently at you </b> and again he's glancing over my shoulder oh so subtly and confirming whatever it is they have plan with his buddies. <b> She steps back out of your personal space. </b>
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		+	Great. Its 'punk the Sheriff' time in San Fransisco. Good thing this is Elysium, right? Except now I notice that the whole damn room's cleared out and its just little me and the Anarchs still here for playtime. Ok, I think, just keep them in Elysium, they're not going to kill you here, anyone could walk in at any time.. But now Joe's walking me ever-so-casual over to the door and the Anarchs are following along and its getting harder and harder to not have my back to them. <b> Heather cracks her neck again. </b> Joe looks me over, then with that gleam in his eye tells me
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		+	"You've GOT to try this."
		+
		+	He looks over my shoulder again, and nods. We're right by the door and here we go, I'm getting my weight balanced, hands out of pockets and god damn you fucking Anarchs if its a fight you want you're going to damn well get it..
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		+	Then Joe reaches past me to the table I hadn't really registered into the clothes on display, sinks his hands up to the wrist in the fabric and starts kneading the thing and I shit you not, PURRING like a damn six week old kitten, muttering "so soft... its so sooofftt.."