User:	truesin_rpg (posted by finns_luck)
Date:	2009-09-16 21:53
Subject:	Similarities
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On one wall inside Finn Howard's heavily guarded town home was a bank of flat-screen televisions. All but one were muted. Adam Thurston's crowd-pleasing speech issued from the plasma television in all its high definition glory. But Finn was not paying much attention; he didn't need to. The reactions of the other vampires around him was enough.

"This human is trouble," said one male vampire to Finn's left, slung casually across a black leather armchair. He was known for being melodramatic, and it often annoyed the sheriff to the point where he'd throw the miscreant bodily from his residence.

"No," said Finn. "He's par for the course." With the remote, he paused the digitally recorded segment and leaned back. "What troubles me is the church. The public doesn't know what they're capable of, and that's what bothers me. This place is ripe for an uprising, and with more firepower, more support, than ever seen before."

His eyes swept over the glass table before him. It was littered with half empty bottles of True Blood, which annoyed Finn. He only bothered with the muck in public. In private, he had donors more than willing to provide their blood to him, and with no messy clean-up afterward. It was widespread knowledge that some humans, for whatever reason, willingly gave themselves to vampires in return for many things; sex, money and thrills being only a few among those possible reasons.

( Fragility )

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User:	truesin_rpg (posted by running_adam)
Date:	2009-09-16 21:54
Subject:	Bright Lights
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The lights were bright, but Adam Thurston never squinted. Nor did he blink, nor did he flinch. The television camera staring at him were no bother, and Adam paid almost no mind to the mass of microphones attached to the wooden podium before him. If Adam were to run his palm over the microphones, it might feel like one of those egg pads people put on their mattresses.

“For too long, these monsters have run amok in this city,” he spoke, gripping either end of the podium. “This city’s history is in many ways shameful, but no amount of corruption or mafia influence can compare with the dangers and all-too-real threats posed to our citizens by these … creatures.”

Adam’s left hand twitched, fingers threatening to curl into a fist. He took a deep breath to steel himself, standing up straight and smoothing over his navy blue tie. His eyes narrowed not in a squint, but in a show of steely determination.

“I wasn’t planning to take questions today,” Adam said, shooting a sideways glance at his press secretary. Of course this was supposed to be a simple speech in front of Navy Pier, a nice photo op that would eventually lead to nice footage for eventual attack ads against whoever the opposition lined up in the coming months.

( Atheists are annoying )

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