Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌💀🟩сh8-cracked-reflection

Chapter 8 Location: Reflection club Players: Rachel, Dylan, Chris @Rachel Delaine@David as Dylan Sean@ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪 ST: @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) Previous scenes: #❌💀🟩ch8-breakfast-with-the-bosses-secretary #❌💀🟩ch5-checking-on-reflection (edited)

The club from the street looked empty. Two storey building so much advertised and stated in the heart of Hollywood now seemed if not dead then definitely heavily sick. Snakey stripes of yellow police lines teared apart were watching the by-passers. Close to the building on a big parking place there were only a few cars and a bike at the very entrance. (edited)

01:18

@David as Dylan Sean

Dylan arrives at the scene, parking down the block from the place and walking the rest of the way. Stopping on the other side of the police line he will stop the first person walking past. "Hey, excuse me... what happened here?"

07:11

He will indicate the damaged building and police tape.

The building outside seemed not damaged at all. The couple walking close shook shoulders. - I dont know sir, sorry, - answered a girl, - Maybe a renovation or something. - That is strange though, - the guy answered, - it was opened just recently, why do they need renovation at all?

Dylan smiles and thanks the people before walking up to the door and trying the door.

The door was open and Dylan could clearly hear loud women's voice: "I've been sorting through paper and digital junk, of varying degrees of nonsense, for three days now!!!! I'm sick of all this nonsense!!! And most importantly, it is completely unclear what criteria are used to distinguish the delusion from the truth!!!"

He will step inside the place, and have a look.

The place smelled definitely not as expected. Cleaning liquids, a bit of paint in there but that's it. Dark short corridor was lit from the inside, from the main room. There was no music, but Dylan could still hear more quiet indistinct voices. Man and woman. Even making a few steps Ventrue was able to spot inaccurate mark on the wall. Something was covered in a round shape and covered with more fresh paint then the rest of the wall.

Running his fingers over the dent in the wall he will step into the main room and clear his throat.

The voices in the room died down, and the eyes of the couple sitting at the bar, in the depths of the large, main hall, turned to the guest. For a brief moment the guy seemed friendly, but it dissipated in a moment, and hid behind a false mask of concern. The guy jumped from the chair, and in a swift step went to the uninvited night visitor. - I’m sorry we’re closed for renovations. "Reflection" is closed to... uh... rebranding and some kind of image change, due to the customer surveys. We’re happy to have you back in a couple of weeks, but now I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the club. The average-height guy, looking about 25 years old with a duty smile, so unsuitable for this young handsome face, coughing, demanding staring at the visitor.

A girl with blue hair, a bit like a teenager, turned her whole body around, along with her chair. And with a short smirk, she made an inexpressive gesture with her hand, either to greet the guest or to show him to the door.

Dylan will smile. "Oh, yes.. i see.. redecorating GTA style. I though this neighborhood wasnt that bad. Seems to me you might be in the market for a little extra security. My extra curricular work puts me in contact with a variety of strapping young men with a bent towards... a less ethical uses of force. Maybe you would be interested in something along those lines? He will give the room a once over. (edited)

The smile disappeared from the guy’s face. - So you didn’t come to my club by accident, is that what you’re telling me? A thoughtful wrinkle lay between the man’s eyebrows. His gaze became more alert and fearful. - And who the hell are you? Walk by chance and offer help? As a brave knight from a beautiful fairy tale? - In a skeptical tone he added.

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪

The smile disappeared from the guy’s face. - So you didn’t come to my club by accident, is that what you’re telling me? A thoughtful wrinkle lay between the man’s eyebrows. His gaze became more alert and fearful. - And who the hell are you? Walk by chance and offer help? As a brave knight from a beautiful fairy tale? - In a skeptical tone he added.

"Hardly a brave knight. Just a person who tries to not miss opportunities when he sees them. " He will gold up his hands placatingly. "I had simply heard this waa the place to see and be seen. I do like to be seen." He will hook his thumbs into his pants pockets. Hes dressed casually but one might note even his tee shirt is expensive.

The face of the guy became more suspicious, and on his face it was obvious that "this man is clearly insane". - You probably know me because you saw me in a place that needed looking, and, uh... and you were seen by me... right?... Anyway, do you have a damn name? The guy took a step towards the visitor, making his unnatural pallor more noticeable, and in his eyes there was a strange unnatural desire. - Who? Аre? You? (edited)

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪

The face of the guy became more suspicious, and on his face it was obvious that "this man is clearly insane". - You probably know me because you saw me in a place that needed looking, and, uh... and you were seen by me... right?... Anyway, do you have a damn name? The guy took a step towards the visitor, making his unnatural pallor more noticeable, and in his eyes there was a strange unnatural desire. - Who? Аre? You? (edited)

Dylans smile doesnt waver even slightly. "Dylan" He will offer a calloused hand that doesnt match his rich boy clothes. "Im afraid ive never had the pleasure. Unless you frequent mma and fight circles. If so im sorry i dont remember you."

- And I'm Rachel - The girl leaned back on the bar and took a deep, soothing breath. - Rachel, who has been pissed off about everything since this morning. - Contrary to what she said, her face and voice didn't express any emotion- And what pisses me off the most is what I don't understand. So, please. For your own good and my own peace of mind. Just tell me who you are, what you came here for, and what you want. Believe me, you don't want me to be... annoyed.

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Dylan shrugs. "Its a club right? I mean when its not getting bullet laden yelp reviews." He checks his rollex. "Its still early still. Well, i hope your ..whatever this is... gets better. " He will give a wave and a wink toward Rachel before he turns back toward the entrance.

The girl went down from the second floor. - Chris, dear, wh.... - she looked at Dylan, then at Rachel. - Oh hey Rach... And who is our guest? The girl was very similar to Chris by face. Like a... Reflection. Or a twin. Dylan could see the poster over the bar counter with the face of Chris and this girl as faces of the Ads of the club.

Dylan turns back when the new person appears. He smiles largely again. "Hello, I was just leaving. It looks like the club is not open, it looks like maybe there have been some troubles." (edited)

@ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤 𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕪@Rachel Delaine

Dylan will check his watch. "Well, i hope you are able to open the club again soon. I think i might see if confesion is open, though i find the perversion there a little cringe." He will give a friendly wave and prop one of his cards near the exit hall. 'Dylan Sean, Market Investment Group.' He will point to the card. "Do not worry, the men i had mentioned, mostly are not stock borkers." He will say with a grin before heading out.

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[End scene] Next scene: #💀🟩сh9-hits-of-renovation

Recap: Dylan Sean went to check on Reflection club. There were still hidden traces of fight left and the place is about to get renovated. H met Rachel, Chris and Jane and offered them his services as a security agency and left his business card. He looked definitely connected with MMA or other fight clubs.