La Belle Gabrielle

[Belle Thorne]

After the lift had reached the floor that Belle had requested, she had led Hector out of the lift car and into a hallway, wordlessly she had taken him along that hall way to his lodgings in room 55 and there she had left him before walking back to Vincent's office - where she'd been when her phone had rung.
((See the Lemartes Manor thread for the conversation))

she closed the connection and swung in the chair idly for a moment, mulling over what Vincent had just said, before getting out of the chair and stepping over to the bank of security monitors.

Switching them on, she tried to pick out Kana
aha... tattoo room

[Felix Dolohov]

Blue and Green paused from where they were roaming the different signs up and down the streets, ‘La Belle Gabrielle? Sounds nice... shame the same couldn’t be said about the appearance.[/i]’ He mused taking in the rather intimidating looks of the guards outside, the shattered weapon shards across the pavement and remnants of cigarette ash and broken bottles, coupled with the occasional blood or bile stain on the floor.

The blonde rolled a shoulder and patted at his wallet thoughtfully, yes he should have enough for a drink, maybe something to eat, it looked like a Vampire den so he hoped he was right. It had been a while since he’d last fed and he was starting to get a little fidgety, hospital blood-packs can only take you so far. Hiking his backpack up more securely he made his way in, only to almost bounce off a much larger Vampire stood barring his way.

“Er, sorry.” Felix muttered standing aside, believing for a split second that he was leaving the building only to have a hand thrust under his nose.

“Weapons.” The larger vampire grunted, “No weapons allowed in.” He repeated upon seeing the confused expression on the smaller Vampire’s face.

Felix nodded; he could understand that, it was actually pretty damn smart. Stop fights and bloodbaths from happening by confiscating weaponry and leaving brawlers little more than their fists and fangs to cause damage. While it was enough for some it was more a psychological thing he guessed. You just feel safer if you’ve got a weapon on you.

“Where do you want them?” He asked looking around the room and spotting a table where he gently laid out his assortment of weapons, the wakazashi he usually kept at his waist, his knives, the taizer – gods he loved that little thing – his weight-chain good for smashing faces and tangling up opponents... he was missing something... oh yes, the explosives. Lifting up a boot-clad foot he peeled away a small strip of rubber and dug out a small block of Syntax and a six inch long coil of primer cord. And, just in case, he left his backpack with them, neither wanting it to get stolen while in the club nor get into trouble because something in it could have been considered a weapon.

The vampire raised an eyebrow inwardly groaning at the sight of all the weapons, he was just thankful that the little blonde didn’t have as many as that last guy who got Peter a third eye and one less bollock before he met his end. Running a metal detector over the kid it only beeped a little over his mouth – which was opened to reveal a tongue bar – and his ears which looked a little like one side of a zipper with the piercings that ran up them.

“You’re clean. Stay out of trouble.” He grunted standing aside and allowing the blonde into the club. Felix nodded and quickly ducked in, privately wondering if everyone in this Town was that friendly and hoping they weren’t. If that was friendly he didn’t want to see angry.

The blonde looked around the club curiously as he made his way over to the bar, he waited patiently to be served and asked for a Black Snakebite – the blackberry juice being substituted for blood if his nose was correct – before finding an empty seat and taking it before someone else could.

[Kana Lémartes]

Kana scowled and signaled to Colville to tattoo Zack's right hand. Colville nodded and began his work.

((Short post... Sorry))

[Zackary Kalen]

Zack clucked his tongue against his teeth, and gave his right hand a flex before relaxing it so Colville could work with it. He'd suspected Kana would pick his right hand anyway - he'd just have to start using his left hand more often, just to piss the Vampyre off.

The pick of needle against skin was easy enough to ignore - one family crest was nothing compared to tribal markings he'd willingly placed on his flesh - and he focused his attention on Kana,

"What are you going to do with that Jones guy? And about Risk?" he asked, curious to see how the information he'd squeezed out of the assassin would be put to use.

[Felix Dolohov]

Felix hummed along with the dance music as he sat out of the way slurping away at his drink watching the small cluster of dancers swaying this way and that in time with the beat. He wasn’t a fan of dance-music but the concept of it was good, get a good beat going, go upon the floor and grind with whoever is closest, and he did enjoy dancing anyway. It was like fighting, minus the constant attempt to maim one another.

He sighed.

In other news, he was getting bored. Now he remembered just why he didn’t like going into clubs when he was on his own, it was boring.

The blonde looked at the crush of dancers before making up his mind, tossing back the last of his drink the 18-year-old tugged out his ponytail and stuck the brown band in his pocket before making his way out onto the dance floor.

Sliding between swaying bodies and sweat and perfume doused skin as he began to move in tandem with them, body twisting and turning fluidly in time with the music.

[Belle Thorne]

Belle walked out of Vincent's office, whistling quietly to herself as she made her way towards where she knew Kana and Zachary were

[Hector]

Hector stood there, left in his own thoughts. He had forgotten what had happened in the last hour.

He looked around his room, and chuckled. He dissappeared. 5 minutes later he reappeared with another scythe.

Better, he thought to himself.

Hector left his room and decided to give himself a tour.

[Cornelius Stone]

Captain Stone was stood outside Hectors Door. He lifted his newly acquired M4 assault rifle with blessed bullets, now he knew that the regular ones didn't work so well, and pointed it at Hector.
"Where do you think you are going?" He asked in a gruff voice. Mr Lémartes had given him specific orders to not let Hector leave his room.

He saw that Hector was once again holding a scythe. "I am also going to have to ask for your weapon." He told the half-demon.

[Hector]

Hector chuckled when Cornelius asked for his weapon.

"I work for Vincent... But not for you!" He replied, before teleporting to a seperate room so as not to be shot.

Bloody work partners, he thought to himself.
Am I just a prisoner here?

Hector was increasingly disliking working for Vincent, but he couldn't seem to decide to simply walk away. It was as if an IT administrator simply blocked that part of his brain.

Hector looked around him.

Is't there anywhere I can get a drink? He thought. He didn't want to go to the bottom floor in case he was threatened again.

Hector disliked being told what to do.

[Belle Thorne]

Belle knocked on the door of the tattoo room a few seconds later before stepping inside
"Vincent called"
she announced
"Joey has been sighted - he wants you and myself to go and capture him"
she gestured to Kana
"Alive for preference, then we are to take him to the mansion"

[Hector]

This place is really empty, Hector thought as he was walking around for severall minutes without bumping in to anyone.

He figured they'd all be downstairs... That's where the noise was coming from anyway. Maybe he wouldn't be recognised? Maybe it was worth the thriil...

Hector headed in the general direction of the lift.

[Cornelius Stone]

((Simon you do know that the place isn't deserted. You are in the hotel bit, means there's people. What's the use of Vincent opening a place where their isn't anyone and he wouldn't make any money?))

Stone sighed, "Just my luck" He said to himself before pressing the button on the side of his microphone headset. "We've got a live one" He announced to his security team. "Lock down the upstairs, start the search there, we don't want to scare the customers. Remember Mr Lémartes doesn't like mistakes and neither do I!" Stone paused. "Take blessed bullets, and it seems that this one can teleport."

"Yes Captain" Said one of the security personnel. Stone then walked down the corridor as security men started to appear as if from nowhere and patrol the corridors holding various blessed weapons.

Stone went directly to his office. Their he checked the security monitors. He saw the foolish half-demon, "Found you" He smiled.
He pressed a button on the desk that linked to everyone's headsets. "Private corridor C, outside the poker rooms." He said. He watched as his men filed down the corridors to intercept Hector.

Cornelius debated what he should do next. He didn't want to phone Vincent but it might be his only choice. This demon needed to be dealt with and he wasn't sure how important to Vincent's plans he was. If he was at all.

Stone understood the basics of Demons, if you knew there name that were under your power. This one didn't seem to much under Vincent's power. He seemed to be gallivanting around the place causing trouble and not listening to his superiors.

Now was the big question: To phone Vincent or not?

[Kana Lémartes]

Kana smirked slightly as Colville worked the design onto Zack's hand.
"That, dear Zackary, is not a matter for you to concern yourself with." He said in reply to Zack's questions. "I'm sure my... dear brother... will inform you, should he see fit." He said with contempt.

There was a knock on the door. Kana turned his head, his face twisted into a snarl, in time to see Belle enter.
"Thorne." He almost spat the word out. How dare she interrupt him? Damn her, and his brother. Vincent was determined to not let him finish anything today.

He turned his head back to where Zack sat, and threw him a key card with a number on it.
"When Colville is finished, go and wait downstairs. Go to that room if you prefer, it is where you will be living."

He addressed Colville.
"See that he is properly marked."
Colville nodded in response, and carried on with his work.

Kana turned and stalked out of the room, barely looking at Belle.
"I need to make a detour to my room before we leave. Wait for me in the staff car park. And we're taking my car. I refuse to sit in that piece of scrap you use for transport." He didn't bother to disguise the loathing in his voice, or turn his head to address her.

Without further comment, he flickered away down the corridor, stopped at to open a door, and flickered away again up a flight of stairs.

[Belle Thorne]

Belle sighed and shook her head when Kana had gone, wishing that it had been any other person who had used that tone on her - she would have put several bullets in his head right then, and enjoyed every moment.

She growled quietly to herself, walking towards the stairs and heading back to the lobby, muttering softly under her breath.

Once downstairs she found the door marked 'staff only' and made her way towards the staff carpark.

When she was outside she stepped into the shadows and relaxed, taking a deep breath and releasing it before starting to check her equipment.

[Hector]

((To avoid confusion, that was simply Hector thinking to himself cos he hadn't bumped into anyone yet, not literal.))

Hector didn't like the look of this at all. He could easily escape, but his mentallity was in a prediciment. He worked for Vincent... And Vincent seemed to want him dead for some strange reason? It didn't make sense to him.

He could see the men threatening his existence all had projectile weapons, which Hector had no interest of taking part of.

I don't recall Vincent instructing me to stay in the building, he thought to himself.

Instead of teleporting however, as Hector realised he'd probably be digging a hole, Hector simply threw his scythe down.
He stayed ready to use his wind to retrieve it again if needs be.

"Have I done something that someone didn't like?" Hector asked the man who seemed to be in charge in a non-caring tone.