WHO: Ariel & Open to one WHEN: May 24th, shortly after sundown. WHERE: The Blue Velvet WHAT: A wandering Gangrel makes his presence known in Elysium. WARNINGS: TBD
Ariel cleaned up well. After spending so many years in the golden era of Hollywood, it was a skill that he had become quite expert at. He had already introduced himself to the Prince the evening previous and gotten an offer for a room at The Cortez but he hadn't taken the Prince up on it just yet. There was something about lurking in abandoned buildings that he enjoyed. There was history there - a history he was all too familiar with because he had been there. In the neighborhoods where the oldest buildings still thrived, he could see people on the street, horses and carriages, that he had long forgotten.
Nostalgia was a demon.
The Blue Velvet was only seven miles from his old stomping grounds when he had been fresh off the boat and didn't speak a lick of English. He'd been to the Meatpacking District plenty of times but now it was like a wild thing, growing way past its initial use. There were a lot of ways to cover seven miles back then and streetcars hadn't been allowed to discriminate. Everything was a shock - sure, he was used to cities but this... was home once. Stepping into The Blue Velvet was like being abducted by aliens and never being sure when the probe was coming.
He pushed his sunglasses up on his nose, making sure his eyes were nice and hidden. His hands were buried in his pockets as he wound his way through kine making use of the various bars and the massive dance floor. He knew where he was going but the real question was would he be welcome? "Only assholes wear sunglasses inside," a voice shouted at him as he started upstairs.
"Guess I'm an asshole then," he responded with a shrug, letting it roll off his back without further comment. There was drunken giggling from the direction the voice had come from. Where to go from there, he wondered, momentarily unsure before wandering towards the balcony edge to watch... And wait...