Los Angeles: Blood Moon (VtM V20) - ❌🎃🟩ch13-the-high-life-the-low-life

Chapter 13 Location: Hollywood Hills Players: @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) ST: @David [Sir pain in the Rump] previous: #❌🍕🟩ch12-rose-garden (edited)

The huge box sitting outside the place you are renting has expensive paper, and a huge purple bow. @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes)

It is a dress box and when you check inside you find one of the most extravagant dresses youve ever seen. Its one you mentioned passingly on your blog a month ago, $29k. Extravegant.

12:35

In the box is a cell phone with a note. 'Hit send and come for the ride of your life'

12:38

Its signed 'ZZZ'

Normally she would just open it, Kirov got tons of packages every day when she was just a blogger. Trials, gifts from fans, letters of all kinds... But not many people knew what she is and where she is now. Kindred related shit, no other option. She took a box inside the room and came to check the cameras. Unlikely someone took the present here by himself, but worth checking after all. Sometimes she was reckless, but same paranoid.

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This man stand son the camera, the time stamp is 6pm, and the sun makes his hair sparkle.. maybe literally. He appears to be in his late teens or early twenties and stands smiing at your camera for a moment after setting the package down before blowing a exagerated kiss toward it. You dont see a car in the drive but you see one pull away down the drive after a few moments.

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The girl frowned. "Who are you? Ghoul of somebody? Definitely not a vampire... Otherwise you'd sparkle in the other manner." Kirov still felt tense of the formulations related to her life. Lately it was not just a phrase. Still she could not resist to try and see how can it end. She sniffed the dresses for anything interesting or suspicious and also checked the brand - is it really the one from the real brand.

It still has the personally signed authenticity card, and smells like expensive perfume.. one you like, you've mentioned it as well. At the bottom of the box is a little metal tin with a eye drawn on the top, with a expanded pupil that instantly males you think of rolling on X, 'eat me' is written under it. Sure enough inside is a little white pill nested in a tiny pillow. 'Start early, start late, just start!' Is written on the inside of the box top.

13:34

The man tickles your brain, you cant quite place him, but you have seen him at some point.

She took the pill in hands. After a few seconds of rolling it between her fingers she puts it in a little bag and inside her purse. Then presses the call button. "*If I knew you better, maybe... maybe... I am too close to my other lifetime ride, so not now... *" - she thought about the pill.

The phone rings once and a indeterminate voice speaks over the sound of hypnotic edm in the background. "Tasha! Baby! Fucking about time!" The voice says with a laugh. The background noise turns into a lower outdoor sound with occassional laughs and splashes from a pool. "Did you like the dress Tash? I wanted to try it on so bad... but i resisted.. just for you baby!"

- Hey! How do you know I am in LA? - She tried not to show the surprise. Will probably find out later.

As she was talking, she heard a voice on the couch raising : "An... connaissance of yours, Tash?"

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She looked a bit confused and just shook her shoulders in 'I have no idea' gesture.

"Oh baby oh baby, Diva Las Vegas shows up, im not going to miss that shit!" He clears his throat. "Im Zaza, this dick tickler at the roof top spotted you with that blue balled beardo, of course he called me... i called around and bing bong, lugoj is your uncle. We have to party baby.. and your late.."

- I am already heading out of LA, I'm really sorry, babe. If you can leave me the address and your mentioned good fella's credentials, we could arrange a new party together. Under the condition this will stay secret, I mean it. If you tell anyone - I will not come. Remember you're breaking into my personal life. I am sure you don't want to deal with my lawyers.[Intimidation] Anyway. I would be glad to arrange something, but not today and not this way.

Natasha Kirov [App 3, Attractive blood smell for vamps if close]

- I am already heading out of LA, I'm really sorry, babe. If you can leave me the address and your mentioned good fella's credentials, we could arrange a new party together. Under the condition this will stay secret, I mean it. If you tell anyone - I will not come. Remember you're breaking into my personal life. I am sure you don't want to deal with my lawyers.[Intimidation] Anyway. I would be glad to arrange something, but not today and not this way.

The sound of dismay he makes is comical. "Tasha baby, dont be that way come on, let me swing by in the chopper, dont worry about your flight. Ill charter a jet, just spend the day here... we have soooo much in comon.. baby i know what you need .."

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"Mikael.. mikael is the chopper guy still good to fly?" He says to someone off the phone. "Go wake him up, fire up the bird..."

- I told you. The more people get involved, the less your chances to see me at all. You want to do that - okay. We sign non-disclosure contract and then I can change my plans.

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes)

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

"Non.. dis..clos... what the fuck, im wanted in atleast 3 countries, why would i want anyone to know?" You hear his hand on the reciever. "Michael, she wants a nda.. like i have an ID!" He laughs with someone. "Tell Cher her old ass can come as long as she brings some cute boys.. yeah.. yeah.." You hear his hand pulled away. "Oh baby, ill sign anything you like. I think some asshat here is a lawyer, ill have them write something up."

Jules goes up from the couch. They were a quit androgynous person, with an angulous, and yet non displeasant face. They advanced toward Tash, raising their herculean muscles to grab her in their arms if she wished.

- Give me the address. I don't need a lift. She came closer to Jules showing her fingers cutting her throat. She didn't like how it sounded. Any other day, time... Bit not when she didn't want to be there as "herself".

"Amazing!... are you sure the chopper pilot is fine, a couple of qualudes.. coffee will fix him right up..." Hand over reciever "What? He's puking.. fuck. Alright..." He gets back on amd gives you a beach front address in Malibu. "Bring anyone you like, the more the merrier, ill run off anyone that doesnt need to be here... i think a couple of them are dead anyway...." Hand over reciever. "Someone go poke that girl in the pool...yeah.. that one... oh wait no shes twitching.." Hand away "Baby i simply cant tell you how excited i am!"

16:11

(What time of day or night is it?

- Yeah, - sounded pretty ironic, - text me the address and I will be there as soon as I can. Okay? Bye. She didn't wait for the answer and pressed the button to disconnect. Then she turned to Jules and looked over him: - I hate when they do it, but I guess there is some kind of shit going on in Malibu. I need you as backup and I also need you to get me the rented car, the one that is not very much noticeable. Probably a black Toyota or something. By the way how are you after this rough transition from Las Vegas?

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] @David [Sir pain in the Rump]

"I'm fine. I.." They looked at Tash with a caring and a bit annoyed look. "I just miss the activity. I really need to get moving, to get investigating. I miss the intellectual rush of my researches and I just want to learn more on them." Jules advanced and took her in their arm before pressing her slightly. She could feel their pecs, and maybe others things but as always, the doubt remained. "I think you miss the power you had there. In Las Vegas. But this city feels... More clean. Less dangerous I would not say that... But less entrapted in miasma et de la merde." They smile, before letting her go. "I'll go take you that. Should I wear something in particular ? Or just the official suit will do?"

- I'm not even sure we're going in. So keep it party-casual, okay? She hugged him and let go looking back at the dress. - I'm not even sure if I should wear it. But it's so beautiful... I almost fell guilty for possibility not to show there in it...

"I can't wear it, so do it. It's not everyday that you can be flashy et all. I would love to see you in it, also." They smiled widely, as a little blush appeared on their cheeks.

She smiled a bit. Not as she needed any kind of approval or allowance, but it was just pleasant. - Go. I'll be trackable for Adam if anything happens. She let them go.

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

@!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) @Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes)

@Slinar [Alexander Montferrier]

The car comes quicker than expected. The drive to Malibu is a gradient of opulence houses becomeing, larger and larger as you follow the gps. Finally you find yourself at a gate with a view of a massive glass and wood mansions in a ultra modern style, situated on the beach, with the pacific stretching out into the horizon A man wearing only a policeman stlye cap, gun belt and a thong stands guard at the gate. (edited)

She had a normal outfit and camera in hand. She had a dress in a car, but needed to check the territory first. A tracker was on her stocking under one foot. Kirov didn't want to come inside right away, needed to check if there are cameras around, who is there inside, who is there after all. So the girl took her look of the area as usually hunting for more information.

Therr is a fence all the way around the property, and a wide open lawn. The only cover is the palm trees that line the drive. The fence is around 12 feet, with a metal mesh that is too tight for find and foot holds, but doesnt obstruct the breeze. You could trespass the property on either side and maybe the fence doesnt stretch to the beach.

Tash took her way following the left side trying not to get into the sight of anyone. And come closer to the waterfront to see people and the house.

Her retainer followed her, wearing a blue crop top and a large baggy pant with red straps and yellow colors.

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The back of the house features a privacy fence lined with bushes to blocl the view to the pool area. A few people are down on the beach watching a couple of surfers try and catch the weak waves. A helicopter sits on the beach a littlw further down. Other than the fence, security is about as tight as a guy wearing a gun belt and thong. (edited)

- Help me out, - Tash asked Jules about the bushes. She knew the most interesting was there and she didn't want to stick with boring routine. (edited)

"What, you want me to make you pass to the other side? Why don't you just go straight through the entry gate ?"

- I don't know what to expect. I don't want this jerk scream my name to hundred other people. I have no idea who is he. And I'm NOT planning to join another boring party. I quit that stuff long ago attending the best only. I just feel there's a lot of illegal involved. (edited)

"Well..." They leaned near the bushes, making a footstep for Tash with their hands.

Up and over. Though Jules will have to fond another way in.

Tash poked her nose into the thing going there.

The light of the sun rising to the east throws shadows out into the ocean. And as you cross the lawn toward the back of the house you can smell someone grilling, and the sounds of people laughing and talking.

The girl tried to be accurate. She was looking for that weirdo that came to her house, or maybe some other people that would give her the idea of what exactly is going on here. She heard some disturbing news on the phone about people feeling bad and about someone doesn't have a license or even an ID, so that was definitely something she would like to dig into.

You slip up to the pool area and see aboit a dozen people around a pool, 4 of them appear to be passed out on pool chairs, a girl is on a float in the pool, she is beet red, wich makes you wonder just how.long she has been in the pool since the sun is just rising. A pair are in the midst of heavy petting on another pool chair and couple guys are sitting at the shallow end smoking something in a pipe. You can see a maid dressed in something you would buy from the erotic shop clearing the detritus of a party that seems to be going on still. The musoc is chill and low by the pool, but the glass doors of the house rsttle with the noise of a live band. They seem extremely talented for the hour.

The girl was sliding her sight from one person to another trying to find this very person that visited her just recently and the one she was talking to by the phone. Together with that Natasha was trying to count how many people are there in general and if she needs to call the police? Probably would be the most terrible idea but may save a few lives as well as spoil some others'.

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes)

@David [Sir pain in the Rump]

No one outside matches the picture from your door camera but you think the guy getting the action on the pool chair might be congressman. As you approach the glass doors another man dressed in a police style cap, gunbelt, and thong rushes to ge the door for you. As he pulls the door open the wave of sound and smoke that rolls out is impressive. You step inside and see that the long entertainment room features a decent sized stage, currently occupied by the red hot chili peppers, giving the set their all. White.. mostly white.. couches and chairs have been pushed to the walls to allow a dance floor wich is currently writhing in a mosh pit, or maybe a orgy, its suprisingly hard to tell. Opposite the stage is a very nice bar, two of the stripper cops stand there keeping the bar area empty of everyone but a group of 6 men and women, half of them look to be ralted with the same fine features and striking looks (app 4). You instantly spot Zaza at the center of this group. He has a mixed drink of some sort in on hand, and is checking his watch as one of the men... is that robert downey jr... looks eagerly locked in a story.

All that time she tried to be unseen, move silent and quiet, till she finally reached the company. When she saw the guy "in charge" she went around accurately trying not to get to other people's sight no matter if they were not paying attention to her. Only when she was close enough Kirov tried to attract Zaza's attention and showed her index finger to her lips with the serious expression. One wrong move - and he will spoil his own party. If it is even his. Whose house it is anyway?

It takes what feels like a eternity before he looks toward the stage as the band wraps up the set, claiming they need a quick break. He gives you a radiant smile before looking at robert downey and saying something to him that make robert smile and clearly start thanking Zaza who shoos him away. He whispers to @Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] next to him and points over to you. He waves over a young girl who favors his features greatly and points at you She nods and rushes over to you. "Miss Kirov, come with me please." She asks motioning to the bar area.

A young man, blondish, with hard feature like a biker, and yet a bit more distinguised was next to Zaza. He was only wearing a leather jacket showing his pecs, and from the hagard look he had, was surely on some drug. "Oh, the white queen bitch has come! Welcome ! You wanna some heroin ?"

"Michael... michael.. come on man.. uppers before downers, she doesnt want to sleep through the whole damn thing.." Zaza says with shake of his head as Natasha is brought over. "Can you believe theat Robbie D, wants to play a super hero? Like isnt that kids shit? " He shakes his head giving Robert Downey a smile and a fingerwave. (edited)

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"Yeah, yeah you're right... But I feel she just need to loose up a bit." He smiled to her, before crashing on the ground, in a slavic kneeling.

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She came closer after the girl and looked at the hero of the occasion. - So what's the rush of getting me here? - She asked pretty quiet, - as you can see I'm not into anyone disclosing my stuff. And no one would believe though... She shrugged. It sounded she had the situation under control but it was just the opposite.

"MIKE! HOLY SHIT... you were right russian accents do sound sexy in english... " he slap his prone friend on the ass. "Rush? Didn't i invite you .. uh.. the day before today? What day is it?" He looks at you questioningly and pops something in his mouth without comment.

. - If I am here for you to listen to my accent you could just download my audio files from the blog, - she sighed, - I am not here for drugs. I have plenty of my own... So what am I doing here? You tell me, Zaza. "And I am here just for you", - she thought no matter there were star guests in the "club". Not now... (edited)

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Zaza seems to consider this much more deeply than you might expect. "Hmmm.. yes... " He looks at Mike "Thats the deepest question ive heard all day. Mike, why are we providing drugs..." He gets down where Mike is prostrate and looks him in the eyes. "Give me drugs..." Then he laughs and jumps up. "Well then Natasha that means you brought drugs, so welcome welcome! As for listening... i can afford to make you want to show up why would i ever settle for second hand experience?"

- Well, depending on how much you need your informer, you can get rid of the one trading personal information that freely. He is still a regular mortal. Maybe with a family. Haven't you think about it? She made a pause. - I mean... I don't really care, but I don't like when someone like him breaks my plans of personal or business life. Do you understand? So... I'll ask again. What do you want? Now her "nice russian" accent was added by not very nice russian typical manners. (edited)

He crosses his arms over his chest in deep consideration. "Well world peace sucks, not much money in that.. friends and family..." He looks at Mike still prostrate on the floor. "Over rated i think.. and my family.. oh my family..." He looks back to you. "I don't want anything. I think the better question, is what do you want?" He gives you a sly grin.

- Who are you anyway? It's hard to ask something from a ghost, really. I am surprized you're still alive. Unless you're just the one out of many. Which I tend to doubt. "And which I managed to do for myself so well not so long ago", - she thought. (edited)

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"Just a boy with a passion for wayward addicts.. and given the blood bath in vegas im willing to bet your a poor wayward addict, grasping at anyone with the thing you need." He makes a sad pouty face.

The girl narrowed her eyes. - I doubt you have what I need considering that matter. But I do need something... Like a reliable official contact, someone from the US citizenship office... Well, at least she could try.

He gives her a incredulous look. "Papers? You just need papers? Marry a millionaire and have him killed!" He laughs hard at the though. "Hell marry any citizen and your legit.. or is it more complicated?" He leans in as if dirty secrets are the best sort.

- I almost made that mistake... - she commented on marrying a millionere thing, - no. I'm not talking about me. I have my documents, of course. It's about the constant source of them. She raised a brow. Black nice brow on the face looking far from the known face of Natasha Kirov for the world.

He smiles and waves dismissively. "Not worth my time, any petty cartel hustler can get you papers." He waves a hand for you to follow and starts toward the interior of the house. Stopping at a metal panel and hitting a button. Somewhere you can hear the sound of a motor running and then the plate pops open to reveal a somewhat cramped elevator. "After you darling." He motions to the interior.

- I need direct official faces. The real documents with complete trackable history, medical and social insurance, credit history. Not just some cheap fake. A real entity, - she explained. The girl entered the elevator being ready to hold the door if he won't follow. (edited)

He steps in and the door closes. He smells of lavender, heather, and vitae. "Then you need a hacker, atleast thats the easiest method." He shrugs "Getting government types to put you in the system is risky. Why would you want to anyway? Just finish up a few decades and put some dumb shit looker as the face of diva las vegas and run in the shadows." The key pad only has 1 and 2, he pushes them both together and they flash a few times and the elevator starts to drop.

- Well, that's what I did. I have my blog running by good workers of mine. I think any smart person would just go and outsource that. I deal with some more... Fragile matters. If you know what I mean. - If the docs are not interesting, then... What? She smelled the blood and held herself from getting closer to the guy and just finding out why does he smell like that.

The rest of the night goes quietly. There is a secret ppace where a number of ghouls and revenants gather to feed on a captured kindred. He offers to take her with him, jet set, free of kindred oppression, before making sure she got home safely.

Recap: Tash was spotted with her partner in a restaurant and the receptionist appeared to be a a spy for Zaza Zantosa. He invited Natasha to a party and was very insisting in that. Tash agreed to come and found out a huge party that ended her discovering a captured kindred and free ghouls.