(IC) New Orleans by Night CtL

[Bennosuke]

Peering into the bathroom, the girl's screams are louder; filled with anguish and terror. The bathroom floor is a mess of shattered glass and small crimson pools of blood. Sprawled out over the mess is another Changeling, though it takes a few moments to recognize her.

She is young, maybe in her late teens. Her mask shows a voluptuous girl with shoulder length hair that may at one point have been dyed a bright green but has now faded to an off bleached color, dressed in a black hoodie, pink skirt and shredded black and green stockings. Behind the mask, you can see two vulpine ears poking through her hair and a long fluffy red tail matted with blood poking out from her skirt. The girl's thick makeup his heavily smeared, and there are a multitude of small cuts on her face and hands.

You recognize her as Kitsune, a member of The Makers Court of the Night Revelers. To be trite, Reggie only knew the girl from the gossip about her sexual promiscuity in the Changeling community. Kitsune was sprawled on the floor her grey eyes wide and undiscerning, as she shifted on the crunching glass to curl her knees into the embrace of her bleeding arms. Moans and sobs were pouring out of the girl's mouth, and she stared at Reggie without any recognition.

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Downstairs, Sebastian was holding the old rotary phone to his ear. The voice was distant, like the receiver was no where near the man's ear. His voice was maybe a little familiar, though it was hard to tell through all the cursing. The man was creaming things like "Get back here god damn it!" His voice was strained to the point of ragged, and it sounded like there were glasses or plates being smashed in the background.

Despite Sebastian's best efforts, the man seems unable to hear him, and continues to rage. The volume begins to fade, not like the man is quieting down, but instead as if the receiver is being taken farther and farther away, and it becomes overtaken with the white fuzz of static. The 60 cycle grows louder, eventually washing over all other noise and then receding till Sebastian is holding nothing but a dead receiver.