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Viva Las Vegas, Baby!
There are highs and lows in the world of betting. The highs are amazing but you always have to worry when the other shoe will drop. You live fast and hard until a dry spell comes. Then its back to beans and cornbread, no more steak and fries for awhile.
My whole family lived like that. Mom was a showgirl and part time hooker, my father was some dude that disappeared before I was born. My older brother pretty much raised me. I always had this weird sensation that whatever he was doing to provide for the family was going to get him in trouble some day. I was right. He went to jail for nearly beating a man to death when I was about 15. I never saw him again. But the best lesson I ever got from him was how to survive; fast and dirty.
When I was about 18 and my hips had swelled out, I knew I could make a living selling my body. Sex was too easy, there wasn't a challenge. I had rather be a distraction who I'm hustling than let him fuck me in a smelly, nasty alley. It was better that way. A lot more fun too.
My favorite place to be is where the action happens. Sex, drugs, fast cars, and a fuckton of money. I've always liked living on the edge - the thrill is what matters, its the spice of life. Its dangerous but its not like any of us are going to make it out of here alive.
1980
The problem with living on the edge is that when you're good at it, people notice. Sometimes the wrong people notice. This girl walked into my usual spot and laid down five crisp Benjamin’s. She told me that if I won they were mine, but if she won... I was hers. One might say we both won. I got my money and she got what she came looking for.
It was hot and heavy with Cha. She was protective and gave me whatever I wanted, which worked out because I gave her what she’d wanted when she was eye-fucking me from across the bar the night I hustled her. I confided in her a lot of shit and she was there for me when things turned nasty and violent with the various men that came into my life.
She promised me a life different from anything I knew. Where I didn’t have to lay down and take a beating if I didn’t want to. The was the key word to me, want. I had a choice and she gave it to me. I was sick and tired of being the victim of shit and the way she changed my life gave me the freedom to start over.
I joined the Carthian Movement after some time with my sire. Loyalty and family is important to us. We stick together... unless you’re my older sibling. Just fine for me, though. I don’t mind being the star childe and rubbing his snooty nose in it.
After somewhat settling into Kindred life, I figured out real quick that I needed to be better at something that hustling. I started paying for valuable information on other Kindred. As it turns out, people actually buy that shit! It was a foot in the door for providing information on Kindred breaking laws and otherwise causing problems that I could offer to the Prince, giving me a bit of a leg up in the world.
Turns out, being Kindred is hard as fuck. Vitae, sweet sweet vitae. The assistant producer of the Jubilee was, to say the least, delightful. God, he tasted good that night. It doesn't even matter if I was hungry or not, I was reveling. Maybe just a tad too hard, too. Before I knew it he was limp in my arms and falling to the ground. I'd sucked him dry. Violet Townsend would become my least favorite Kindred soon after, since she caught me. I didn't really know I was poaching... and truth be told, didn't care. He was good stuff. Apparently he was somebody's to-be-ghoul. Whoops! Shit happens, you know? She spun some story at me about poaching and breaching the Masqueade, and that she'd cover it up for a price. I didn't wanna get Cha into some shit, though. So I took it. She held that blackmail over my head for nine fucking years!
1981
I hated Damien Reese just because he had Violet Townsend's blood in his veins. I nudged him along just a little in the direction of doing shit to embarrass her. Oh, it was tiny stuff at first. But it felt fucking marvelous when he told her he was joining up with the Carthians. Too bad he never did. Did I mention Damien was a pussy? He was easy to persuade that ideas were his. Little mention here, little mention there and he was on the war path all by himself. It didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to. I was but a babe... the fuck did I know about marioneting Kindred yet! I was more concerned with making damn sure she never found out it was me all along.
1984
I got involved with Grayson Lazarak. We fucked a bunch, that was it really. But as Daeva are wont to do, I moved on to something bigger and better. He got mad, Gangrel lovers don’t really take well to being dumped. Knowing damn well I’d bet on a fight of his, he rigged the shit and cheated me out of a bunch of money. When I found out Cha whooped his fucking ass for being a punk bitch like that.
1989
It was scary as shit when the hunters staked that coterie of Kindred. But self-preservation kicked in and I was all over it trying to find out names, addresses, family members. Anything that I could get my hands on to help the Invictus get rid of them, and of course to help me look like a shining candidate for Sheriff.
Naturally, somebody gotta throw a fucking monkey-wrench in shit. Violet Townsend was gonna blab her big mouth about the Jubilee assistant producer from forever ago, when I first got embraced. It wasn’t big then but it could ruin any shot I got for being sheriff. She offered to keep her trap shut... for a price. Extortion rape sucks.
Following the issues we had with hunters, Cha and I made a coterie to root out any future hunters and expose them. We rolled up on a pair and it turned into a nasty fight of life or death. Cha and I made it out with some injuries but we took care of that little cell. In light of that, though, I started paying more attention to the rumors around the kine and fixing up little Masquerade issues here and there. Especially since the cameras around town are kinda the fucking bane of our existence in Vegas.
1990
I started chillin' with my granddaddy a little bit. He let me participate in some of his little rites, and that was cool. I'd be a liar if I said it was all for some fuzzy family time though. Really, I was sick and tired of the Invictus gobbling up all the goddamn loyalties of my people. I wanted to swing him our way, toward the Carthians. But it didn't work. If anything, though... I guess it made him like me a little more, maybe?
For a Gangrel Acolyte, sharing in the death of a mortal with his grandbaby was probably something sentimental. For me... it was harder. I didn't believe in what we were sacrificing for, but he did. That girl wasn't exactly willing either. But I wanted him to see that I was understanding of his beliefs, that I didn't judge. Too bad that shit was all for nothing.
1992
My sire and I work to help each other out probably more than we help anybody else out. We stick together, everybody knows we watch our backs. That's when I caught that Russian bastard, Vasily Petrovich , all up in with the Underworld sector. I knew if Cha didn't get his ass for fucking around on her playground, the Invictus would. Call me noble, but I didn't really want the Carthians to take heat over that. I gave him a deal to get rid of some evidence he left behind so the Invictus wouldn't jump down his throat and promised not to tell Cha... for a price. He can thank Violet Townsend for the lessons in extortion rape. Later that year Vasily Petrovich paid up on that large boon. Took some time, but it was well worth it. Only problem is, he was then aware of my little secret weapon. A few years later he'd want information on the Crassus family too.
1995
Big ass party for 15th year dead. Whole city was invited. There was lacrima! this needs filled in.
I guess Cha got into some shit with a local rival gang because I didn't know what the fuck was going on when suddenly I was surrounded by a bunch of guys ready to give me the beat down of my life. My head was swimming, I was scared the Masquerade would get jacked up over this. Vasily Petrovich came out of no where, though. He started making a scene and distracting them, getting their attention on him. So, fuck, I ran off! Hot damn, right?! Wrong. I didn't realize it was him at first because he'd covered himself up. But afterward that Russian bastard let me know he just saved my ass from a beat down. I think he set it up, honestly. Even though I know Cha was rivaling with them bitches, I don't think it goes without saying that the Russian could have something like that done just to put me in a situation where I'd have to pay him back. I did, but grudgingly. He'd wanted information on a family of ghouls, the Crassus, so he could have one. In exchange for him helping me out, I got him a really advanced one and we called it square.
2000
When the Prince put a ban on embracing it seemed like dude was just trying to be an opressive fuck. Most of the Carthians reacted similarly, saying he was being heavy handed. I started a debate in Elysium about it, which caused PERSON and me to get into a big argument over the two perceptions of the Carthian Movement and The Invictus.
2002
Addison Whitfield makes me puke. He's a small-fry version of his sire, Violet Townsend. It was surprising when he blew the fuck up on me in Elysium, though. I really thought he was going to be another pussy like Damien Reese. He didn't exactly blow up, per se. It was like he wanted to make a point. Admittedly, I ragged on him pretty often when he was unreleased... generally when Violet Townsend wasn't around! But Cha wasn't having none of that shit and she stepped in. He offered me a small boon, then paid it off. He wasn't happy about that, so he kept pushing. Finally, I was like... "Goddamn, fruit-cocktail! Get off my dick!" and I paid him something small to shut the fuck up.
2003
Party with Addison Whitfield.
2007
I was chillin' with Deangelo Bell one night. We were cool, just hangin' and doing business when these people come up and recognize him. I could tell it wasn't good that they did but I didn't say anything. He gives me this look like "Sorry" and then goes outside with them. I sat around a minute, waited. I thought he'd be back. After a little bit I heard a gun shot and went jogging after him, to the alleyway they'd went down. One thing, of the many, that sucks about being in Vegas and being Kindred is the goddamn cameras. Sidewalk carts got fucking cameras! They probably film bitches in the toilet, you never know. That's the way shit is here. So, I see Deangelo down on the ground, clutching his chest and I'm like "Wow. Nice. I'll call someone, play dead." And went off to do just that. I was gonna call up his grandmomma, Violet Townsend, and even though he was her responsibility, whether she liked it or not, talking to her left a bad taste in my mouth. So I called up my granddaddy, Veles Lazarak and shit got handled.