Post by Avice Locke on Jun 3, 2016 1:03:23 GMT
The bar was filled with somber not as loud as it normally was you can hear Quinn's heavy boots come in. Her Clan watched as she marched dragging her staff across the room. The Steel made its own noise over the wood floor. It was supposed to be Karaoke night but no one stepped up so the Jukebox played instead. They were fewer in number now that some of their brothers were gone it got to all of them in different ways. Sadness, Anger, Pain, but now that the Primogen Entered the room most tried not to look into her Burning frozen Gaze. It got even Quieter as she reached the bar. gazing upon the rows of beer and liquor and Sake decorating the shelves she turned and leaned her back against the Oak Bar.
"Is there anyone Among you all who is a Brujah?" she asked in a low voice.
The room looked at her and each other in confusion. She scanned the room.
"IS THERE ANYONE AMONG YOU WHO IS BRUJAH???" she yelled this time, still no one spoke not a whisper this time. Shame befell some faces. "WE have Fucking LOST More of us! Are you all Sister Fucking Bastards? Have you become Pussies or Stupid little Shits? Becoming Soft and Weak, you have all been sitting on your asses packing away liquor that barely gets you drunk! If you want to fucking picking Damn pussy fights you better Fight under My name... Under the Prince's Name... You better not Shame me Anymore, You better pick the Right fights and Win or do not come back into MY Territory alive." In a quick motion while she raged she took on leap on to the bar and swung her Staff into the decorated wall of bottles Smashing it all to pieces, Sparks flew from the lights and the Bartenders ducked out of the way. Once she finished the Glass still tinkered and shattered to the floor while she stormed out. She was going to Face the Prince tonight and see to the Damage her Clan has caused.
"Is there anyone Among you all who is a Brujah?" she asked in a low voice.
The room looked at her and each other in confusion. She scanned the room.
"IS THERE ANYONE AMONG YOU WHO IS BRUJAH???" she yelled this time, still no one spoke not a whisper this time. Shame befell some faces. "WE have Fucking LOST More of us! Are you all Sister Fucking Bastards? Have you become Pussies or Stupid little Shits? Becoming Soft and Weak, you have all been sitting on your asses packing away liquor that barely gets you drunk! If you want to fucking picking Damn pussy fights you better Fight under My name... Under the Prince's Name... You better not Shame me Anymore, You better pick the Right fights and Win or do not come back into MY Territory alive." In a quick motion while she raged she took on leap on to the bar and swung her Staff into the decorated wall of bottles Smashing it all to pieces, Sparks flew from the lights and the Bartenders ducked out of the way. Once she finished the Glass still tinkered and shattered to the floor while she stormed out. She was going to Face the Prince tonight and see to the Damage her Clan has caused.
