(IC) San Francisco by Night: A Requiem in Fog

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Spoiler: OOC: Karl

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Karl made his way back down the fire escape, and came around the side of the house, careful not to be seen. As he stepped over the large vase, Karl's attention was drawn to the sound of a car's engine. About a block and a half down, a dark sedan... too far to identify or mark the plates of, pulled out of it's parking space and exited down the street. He had no proof, but Karl's experience led him to believe he had been watched.

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Miho's response surprisingly came before Victor's had. "We can meet at Tommy's Joynt at 3AM." The response clearly ignored or was meant to override Anna's suggestion of 1AM. Tommy's Joynt was a Divey all night diner that had survived through nearly 70 years unchanged in the city. The outside was garishly painted, ridiculously decorated, and was known for serving cheap slop like food to a garish assortment of riff raff and beat cops. On any given night a fight was just as likely to break out at Tommy's as a spontaneous all in drinking song. The Kindred had claimed a hidden third floor as a smaller more private Elysium, where more private conversation could be had.

While Anna and Estella began leaving Karl's office building, Victor's response came, "Mel's Dinner. The one on Lombard". In contrast Mel's was a staple hunting ground of the Kindred. Similar to Tommy's it served food all night, but was more commonly frequented by drunk teenagers and bums. It would not be hard to get to.

Estella and Anna took their separate cars to the Diner. Mel's was fashioned after old 50's style diners, all checkerboard, and chrome and bright yellow lighting. A large African American Bouncer greeted Estella and Anna, and let them in after checking them quickly for weapons. Victor reclined in one of the near red leather booths a snearing grin on his face. "I wondered when you would get here Anna. I was getting hungry." Turning his attention to Estella, Victor's face softens slightly. Cocking his head and winking, he says, "Hello babe, and who might we be?"

The diner was packed with groups of glassy eyed mortals, stuffing over priced artery cloggers into their slack mouths and giggling over their night's encounters. Victor was dressed in a dark Kashmir turtle neck sweater, and expensive designer jeans. His dark auburn hair was slicked back into an all too modern pompadour, and he reeked of cologne.