Josef (bp_josef) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-09-15 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 09, character: józsef khuen von belasi, character: leopold mayr von melnhof |
RP:
Who: József Khuen von Belasi, Leopold Mayr von Melnhof
Where: NYC
When: 28 August, 2025
Summary: Josef takes another step toward taking over England
"Ssh, everyone quiet," Josef said in the tone of voice that expected people to obey immediately. His two beautiful blond pets closed their mouths immediately and stared at him with their big blue eyes. Josef really liked American girls, even if they were interchangeable with their plastic surgeon boobs and died hair, but he was more interested in their blood and they were into healthy shit, no drugs, no smoking. They tasted delicious. He tried to put that out of his mind and focus.
Concentration!
That's what he needed. He looked on, took a deep breath and then swung his club, the ball rolling on the green carpet and landing into the hole. "YES!" He spun around and faced Leo. "Am I great or what?" He beckoned one of the girls - Britney, Lindsey, whatever the fuck - and handed her the club. "You two, go get some juice."
He waited until they left and then went to sit on his armchair. His office stood on the seventy-sixty and last floor of the Belasi tower. The chair was only a few yards from his glass wall. The glass was tinted and with blinds, but with the sun down, they stood open, giving Josef a perfect view of the lights of Manhattan. He loved this city with its life. The city that never slept, and the perfect cover for a vampire.
"We'll have to go to England," he said, darkly. He didn't like it or its people. A bunch of wannabes who thought they were the center of culture. Please. The Brits were so fucking unsophisticated. They were savages when the Romans had baths. They were too busy with who was fucking whom while the rest of Europe was discovering American. Worse of all, they were fucking with his business. "These wizards are wasting my time, and I want that city up and running, creating some stability. Everyone is too fucking jumpy there, refusing to do business with outsiders afraid that Riddle is involved. Eighteen, the kid is eighteen and they are letting him decide the economy of Europe. Wizards... they are a bunch of morons."