Joseph Morvell (brute_aesthete) wrote in nybynightic, @ 2020-09-15 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | activity type: log/thread, character: joseph morvell, character: rhys green |
Who: Joseph and Rhys
What: A night out
When: 9/15 - Around 10pm
Where: The Blue Velvet
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Joseph had been inordinately busy the past few weeks. Between the highly successful variety show currently playing at the Paramour and his own investigation into the recent Anarch attacks, Joseph had barely had time to eat and sleep.
While he adored his retinue, he was sick of every one of their beautiful faces and was likely in danger of breaking someone if he didn't take a night off. Especially with incident with the stage light that had fallen and narrowly missed the director during rehearsal. He knew it was accident and these things happened, but he'd been rather harsh with the lighting crew when he'd addressed the fact the condition of the lights themselves were also their responsibility. He'd felt badly enough for his anger he'd had their overtime catered since he'd demanded they check every single light that instant and not report back until they could verify they were all in top condition.
Joseph had long ago learned how to suppress the Brujah rage to the point very few had ever seen it. Even fewer had lived to regret the experience. The Marquess of Hell's Kitchen was known for his joie-de-vivre and love of the arts and all things beautiful. While the latter two weren't unusual, Kindred were not often jovial. All in all, Joseph had little to be unhappy about and saw no reason to be dour or overly serious.
But even he had bad and indifferent days and frankly, the lack of useful information coming from the little pack of Anarchs he allowed to hunt in the backstreets of Clinton was making him far more cross than the near miss with the lighting. He wasn't unsympathetic to the plight of the youngest of Kindred whom the Camarilla elders had stupidly alienated and dismissed because of crusty old traditions and paranoia, but unprovoked, random attacks on Kindred were absolutely intolerable. That wasn't rebellion, that was mindless destruction. Joseph couldn't abide mindless destruction. It gave revolutionaries a bad name.
But he was not thinking about that tonight. Tonight he was off. No play, no needy retinue, no vampire politics. Well, as little of these as he could manage. Vampire politics were rather difficult to escape in the Elysium, but he wasn't going out of his way to seek out any of his peers in the court. He wasn't even really looking for a meal, he had his own retinue to feed off of at his leisure.
No, he was just bored and stressed out. That was why he was down on the main floor instead of upstairs where all the real action was. He'd had a simple ikebana arrangement delivered to the Lady of Elysium, since it had been awhile since he'd been around and he wasn't planning on wandering upstairs where he'd likely see her if he could help it.
Once he finished his drink, Joseph planned to disappear into the crush of bodies in front of him and see where the night went. But for now, he was sitting alone at a table on the edge of the dance floor. Watching the kine undulate against each other was almost hypnotic. Tempting in so many ways...