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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Elsewhere...

Downtown Chicago
One Museum Park

Tuesday 11:20am

From where he stood Tony Ziti could see three of himself, and he didn't care for what he saw. Under his tanning bed tan he seemed sallow, sweat had pulled his dark hair down closer to his skull and then had dribbled down to his forehead in large glistening beads. His eyes seemed unnaturally large and his lips were pulled thin and tight against his teeth. The box in his hands trembled, but he knew that it was his hands that caused it to tremble.

Swallowing hard he tried to pull himself together Come on Tony. Your doing good. Clive says Mr. Katul wanted to speak with him. Everyone has to speak to Mr. Katul before they can be initiated. He's just gonna feel you out Tony, feel you out and tell Clive to go ahead and initiate me. Then I'll be good.

The pep talk didn't do much good though. The three other Tony's riding up the elevator with him displayed in perfect clarity how terrified he was. The Boss would read it on him, smell it on him the moment he entered the room, and he wouldn't be impressed.

Time had run out to calm himself though. The elevator came to a silent stop, the old fashioned arrow pointing at the number 43. Slowly the mirrored doors slid open and a pleasant ding echoed around him. Taking a final breath he stepped off the elevator and found himself in a small white room. Massive mirrors flanking him, doubling him again and again as the images bounced back and forth. Ahead were double doors in heavy mahogany.

To the left a statue of black stone seemed to stand sentry. It was a cat, it seemed like a housecat in body, but it was much too large. Lips frozen in a perpetual snarl it hunched down on all fours as if preparing to attack whoever came near the door. Most intriguing, though, were the horns and the eyes. A pair of horns, like a goat's horns, curled out of the cat's head. Tony stared at the eyes that peered out from under those horns, they were bright red, rubies it seemed, but there was a spark to them that suggested intelligence. He shuddered and quickly pulled his eyes back to the doors.

To the right of the door another sentry stood, but this one was human; a tall black man with a shaved head. Mirrored sun glasses reflected Tony's image back to him once more, and Tony found himself wishing there were less mirrors around he'd be more comfortable if he didn't have to keep seeing his own fear in his eyes. He also considered that perhaps that was the point of the mirrors. The living sentry wore a sharp black suit with a blood red shirt under it with no tie, the first few buttons undone to reveal a golden medallion at the man's throat. It was a medallion Tony had come to recognize recently, one he hoped this meeting would procure for him.

The glasses turned more to his direction as he stepped forward, but the man didn't speak. So in a voice that sound like he looked Tony spoke first.

"Mr. Katul's lunch," and held the white box out for him.

The nose under the glasses nodded toward the box. Tony noticed then that the sentries hands were behind his back still. Then he noticed that he was staring and not paying attention to the silent request.

"Oh... yeah... sure... here..." He stuttered and finally flipped the lid of the box open, the smell hit him and he tried not to look disgusted. The guard did not seem bothered though and leaned forward to take a look then nodded before turning his head and whispering something into a mic that was hidden in his ear.

A moment later one of the doors opened and soft jazz music drifted out.

Gathering every last ounce of courage he had Tony stepped through the door. He had heard that Mr. Katul was eccentric, he had tried to prepare himself for anything, but eccentric seemed to be an understatement in Tony's opinion as his eyes took in the room he was in now.

The east wall was a window that overlooked downtown Chicago before the view opened up to the great Lake Michigan. It was a spectacular view. This high up there were no need for curtains and none were utilized so the afternoon sun bounced off the lake and shone into the room unfiltered. The sunlight lit up the white carpet until Tony felt it would nearly blind him. In an act that bordered on survival his eyes searched for something dark to stare at and found that the furniture was starkly black in contrast to the white floor and walls.

A leather living room set in the middle of the room. A black lacquered bar squaring up against the wall opposite the view. Behind it all a large black desk with two chairs sitting in front of it and one large chair behind it. The top of the desk was smooth and empty save for an old fashioned black and gold phone. There were no decorations in the room save for the immense painting in a gold frame that hung behind the desk. The painting was old looking and well protected by heavy glass. It was a demon rising up on a cliff, his red skin ending in horns. At the bottom of the cliff goats milled about under their master. It was an impressive painting and Tony gapped at it a few minutes. He let his eyes follow the line of the cliff down to the goats, noting how each one was slightly different then the one before it, the careful attention the artist had given to each one... and then he noticed that blocking the exact center of the bottom of the painting was the top of a head. Someone was sitting at the desk, someone Tony had not noticed in his inspection of the room.

Eccentric. The man, he had to be Mr. Katul, did not sit in the chair like most people would. Instead he crouched in it, his knees pulled up toward his chest, his arms pulled around his legs and laying on the desk while his chin rested atop the knees. He was perfectly clean and manicured, just like the room. His suit was of charcoal grey and had thin white pin stripes running through it, the shirt under it was a shiny off crisp white. The tips of the sleeves peeked out the end of the jacket sleeves and revealed cuff links that reminded Tony of the eyes on the cat statue out front. His skin was a very pale and almost dusted with a dull brown. It looked like one of those old sepia photographs. On the table his fingers were fanned out and ended in long nails that were shaped and had clear polish on them so they shone in the sunlight. Trying not to scream Tony raised his eyes to the face finally.

Bright blue almond shaped eyes stared back at him with interest. Thin lips curled into a smile that seemed to mock him. Over the lips a flattened nose flared it's nostrils almost constantly as it smelled the fear on Tony. The ears seemed slightly pointed, like an elf or something, but it was hard to tell if he imagined that trait on this strange person or not as the black soft hair on Mr. Katul's head was long and fell down to his shoulders.

With those blue eyes on him Tony suddenly wanted to run, he felt like prey, but he couldn't do that. Instead he stepped a bit closer to the table and held out the box. Katul smiled louder and his nostrils flared a bit more then he nodded toward the desk.

Tony had barely put the box on the flat surface when the long fingers reached over and drug it closer to him. The box was opened and the large complete fish wrapped in paper was pulled out and set right before him. He started to pull the paper open to inspect it and gestured toward one of the chairs. Nervously Tony sat down as he watched Katul inspect the fish and felt his stomach turn.

Finally Katul speaks, his voice is highly accented, but the accent is hard to place, it is a mix of many accents and it oddly seems that Katul is trying to make it sound more Italian.

"I've had a ****ty day. I'm depressed. Tell me a joke." The strange man grins and then laughs as he watches Tony's face simply drop. Unknown to Tony, Mr. Katul finds this delightfully ironic.

Tony's mouth just opens as he watches the man laugh, he had not prepared any jokes, what was this man talking about?

"I'm kidding Rocco..." and that wide grin again. The grin had distracted Tony from what Mr. Katul's hands were doing. It was only now, as one of those long fingernails, now laden with raw fish, slipped in between the lips as the fish was slurped inside. Tony was certain he could never eat fish again in his life.

"It's Tony... Mr. Katul... Tony Ziti..."

A thin brow arched upward, "And you think I give a **** what your name is?" came back the reply the Italian accent not nearly as accentuated now.

Tony sunk back into his chair.

Eccentric? This mother is a freak. I'm gonna kill Clive as soon I see him for not warning me about this guy


"hmmm... No Rocco... I wouldn't recommend that. I happen to like Clive, and... I don't recommend calling people names, especially not people who wouldn't think twice about" -slurp-

Tony shot his eyes up and caught that last bit of fish slipping into Katul's mouth.

Did I say that out loud? I'm certain I didn't, maybe I did... Oh God...

"I... uh..."

"God has nothing to do with this Rocco," the smile widened.

"Now then..." -slurp- "Clive had good things to say about you cub. He says you wish to be initiated..."

Rocco, no his name was Tony he reminded himself, nodded eagerly, glad to have the conversation on something -real-.

"Do you know what is involved with an initiation, Rocco?" Katul rolls the "R" on Rocco this time heavily.

Tony shakes his head deciding to keep his voice and his mind as quiet as possible.

The grin widens and Tony thinks that he sees a set of pointed teeth behind the lips there. Tony fails to keep his mind clear at the sight of them Does he sharpen them?

"No," Katul responds, but to what exactly Tony is certain he'd rather not know. "Are you busy Friday night?" He goes on without a pause.

Again Tony shakes his head. While he does Katul gets another sliver of fish in his fingernail and brings it toward his mouth, but lets it pause there. Tony focuses on the pink pulpy mass resting on the underside of a fingernail and again feels his stomach try and turn again.

"Clive will pick you up Friday then." grin and then -slurp-

Head nodding this time.

"Good, now get out of my sight, I'd like to finish my lunch without you puking on it."

Tony grows pale at that nods and then quickly gets up. "Of course Mr. Katul... pleasure to met you by the way."

"Get out Rocco."

He does just that hurrying toward the door without looking back even as Katul raises his one hand and extends his index finger and laughs while exclaiming "I'll have a coke!"

Posted on 2009-09-16 at 23:18:58.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 07:53:14 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: :)

*hugs Eol* It will be alright dear...

Sweet, thanks Rer!


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 19:21:27.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Inn

So I take it the inn is not boarded up like the rest of the town?

Posted on 2009-09-16 at 19:12:02.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: :)

It will do... although I expect better next time...


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 17:44:01.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Well...

He didn't respond to kitty's remark about rolling his tongue back up... but then again... it might be best if he has finally learned how to block out her snotty comments


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 17:28:35.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Tuesday it is then!


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 14:39:09.

Topic: Greetings from the Deacon
Subject: Welcome Welcome!

^ Is known for very long very boring posts himself

> Welcomes the Deacon to the insanity of RDINN, and gives him his first applaud, because she can

v Smells like Grugg, and we don't want to know why

((Is this format in the wrong thread? hehe))


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 13:05:11.
Edited on 2009-09-16 at 13:10:34 by Merideth

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Question

What day of the week is it?
If figure the BBQ happened Friday or Saturday night, as that would be the busiest night of the club...
A few days after that would make it, Tuesday or Wednesday perhaps?

Or what are everyone else's thoughts on the issue?


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 13:01:00.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: *claps*


Posted on 2009-09-16 at 00:00:10.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: That tickles!

*poke, poke, poke* take that!

Posted on 2009-09-15 at 18:01:18.

Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: :)

Hehe... it's okay.

I'm amused with her trying to warm up to Bast. That should go so... well *cough*

Speaking of which *poke Eol* I think you're up now.


Posted on 2009-09-15 at 17:31:13.

Topic: NFL Football 2009
Subject: *blink*

Gamers watch sports?


Posted on 2009-09-15 at 15:02:45.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Scotch

Above the sink... but he might check under one of the book shelves, Smoke might have hid one under there for emergencies for him.

Oh God that would be awesome... watching him and Smoke desperatly crawling on the floor together searching under the book shelves, getting all dusty trying to find a bottle...

And of course if she -says- there is one there, there likely isn't... she'd just enjoy watching him make an out of himself...

What a great first impression for the Siren!!


Posted on 2009-09-14 at 19:08:47.
Edited on 2009-09-14 at 19:10:09 by Merideth

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: My but we are excited!!

... I had a post whipped up here, was going to have Smoke lead Rosie to the tape, but you were too quick Rer... lol... adjusted appropriatly though.

I love her thinking of Alex as a stage magician though. Can Smoke be his assistant? Wouldn't she look cute in a bathing suit? hehe...

I am interested to see how Pen. responds to the threatening gray puff ball

There are so many layers of things going on in this room, it's great. But poor Alex might be on overload right now, how many bottles of scotch does he have hidden in that shop? Cuz he might feel a bit thirsty here pretty soon.


Posted on 2009-09-14 at 17:19:13.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: hiss

Smoke had wound around Rosie's legs while she took care of all that tuna. Her purr was loud enough to be heard by the girl even as she was standing. Though if it was the thought of the tuna, the petting, or the possibility of luring a certain black tabby in with the food is hard to say.

Then the girl had gone back inside, Smoke lingered a moment longer, trying to catch sight of the black tabby but he didn't appear so she slipped in through the little plastic flapped door she had finally nagged Alex into installing for her. The girl was looking for something. The Gods only knew what though, the girl was a bit off. However, Smoke decided that she would take full advantage of the situation.

A graceful leap landed Smoke up on the counter, she meowed once then stretches out before crouching down above a line of drawers and waits. Eventually the girl will open the kitchen junk drawer and there it will be: the spool of kitchen twine.

Sure enough the drawer is opened, and as soon as the off white thread comes into view she leaps down, perching momentarily on the edge of the drawer and bats the spool out of the drawer. It goes bouncing across the linoleum floor. In a flash of grey fur Smoke chases after it.

What Rosie does with the drawer, or with what she was searching for in the drawer is lost to Smoke. There is a knock at the door, that is so much more interesting then anything Rosie might do. Taking up a mouthful of string, Smoke bounds from the kitchen down the short hall to the front store room. The spool unravels some and then bounces along behind her as she goes.

She reaches the heavy carpet just as Alex opens the door. From the floor she cannot get the same view of the woman that Alex does. She does however catch his thoughts. Amused purring laughter filters through to him as she plops down on her back, tangling the twine up in her paws as she plays there in a patch of sunlight.

If you can pull your tongue back into your mouth, so that not only will you be able to remember how to talk but you won't ruin her shoes with your drool... you might just have a chance with her... IF...

The wise crack has to get in before she can take a moment to consider the woman. When she does she feels the Gift upon her, but there is more then that, the woman hides it, but Smoke knows how to look behind curtains. For a moment she is distracted from the twine. Still on her back she leans her head back some and inspects the woman visually, upside down, only seeing half of her as Alex blocks the other half. Pretty, monolithic from this prospective, and old... another old soul... After catching that glimpse of the woman who hides behind the magic curtains Smoke turns her golden eyes back to the twine, inwardly laughing with delight.

There are no curtains surrounding Smoke, she rarely tries to hide what she is. The fact that people dismiss her as a cute little ball of grey fur, as Alex did once, is simply not her fault. Outwardly she keeps up the cute kitty routine, her speckled belly exposed as she bats with the twine, her sharp white teeth clenching down on the twine and turning it into a spit laden mess. Inwardly though she flashes her true colors at the woman, much as a cobra flashes its hood in warning. The message is clear, this is no ordinary house cat. A bast who not only is fearless of death but can wield it as desired, and will do so if the man with the sloppy tongue standing before Penelope is threatened in any way.

Out of the corner of her thoughts she keeps track of Rosie as well, but it is secondary to feeling out this new woman who stands on the threshold of her home.

Posted on 2009-09-14 at 17:15:13.
Edited on 2016-09-20 at 07:26:29 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: hahaha

Smoke is gonna have a field day with this!!


Posted on 2009-09-14 at 16:01:25.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Yes yes...

She run's insight on most new people, especially those that show signs of gifted-ness, so yeah she'll recognize what Penelope is, and likewise she'll know what Smoke is.
Question is does she let Alex know, or does she let him find out for himself?

Oh yes, and welcome gboy, can't wait to see what Ol' Joe is up to!


Posted on 2009-09-14 at 03:11:17.

Topic: RDI Party Game
Subject: RDI Party Game

So I was wandering around a fantasy shop today and came upon this not sure if anyone has run into it before, but it was new to me.
Looks like it came out last year.

I was greatly amused... and thought everyone else would be too. Who knew we were so famous!?


Posted on 2009-09-14 at 03:00:24.

Topic: dodge the tumbleweeds!
Subject: Well...

I am doing my best here Daddy-o!


Posted on 2009-09-11 at 22:51:07.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Oh yes... here she is...


My little baby... my muse... my inspiration...

Hmmm... the pics are fuzzy in full view... but you'll get the idea...


Posted on 2009-09-11 at 20:08:52.
Edited on 2009-09-11 at 20:10:12 by Merideth

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Short and Sweet

There is kitty response.
Not long, just along for the ride

Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:45:10.

Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: puuuurrrrrrrr

Smoke did respond though, rubbing her head against the offered hand and purring loudly at the attention.

When Alex returns she settles into the seat contentedly, still purring, her eyes closed in perfect bliss. If your not carrrrrreful... she might rrrrrreplace you... she sends to him through her purrs.

"So, you are headed home, right, Rosie," he had asked, flicking a glance at her via the rearview mirror, "got any plans besides grocery shoppin' for the day?"

"Not really," Janelle replied honestly, "Although... you know, we always seem to come across each other like this or you visit me at my place... what's your place like?"

One golden eye opens halfway and glances at Alex.

Great, except it smells of scotch and dust... she kitty snickers.

Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:37:05.
Edited on 2016-03-07 at 07:06:37 by Eol Fefalas

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Wait a second!

That would mean I'd have to talk to Eol... he smells like peanut butter... I don't think I want to get that close.

Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:08:57.

Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: The question is which orifice you try to fill?!

completly with pb-goodness

(and yes 'pb-goodness' is one word! )

Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:00:11.

Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Talk Talk

Okay so Smoke hasn't ever spoken to Rosie save for cute little typical kitty 'meow's'

I guess if she has had something to say she'd send it to Alex first... and might nibble his fingers if he doesn't take her suggestion


Posted on 2009-09-11 at 18:58:34.


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