The hipster crowd in Nashville had embraced the hookah lounge with great passion and with their business had come others as well.  Now thriving the place had a first class bistro in it as well.  The Mediterranean artwork set the place apart from the honky tonks surrounding it.  Combine that with the comfortable almost beanbag chairs, chaises, and comfortable couches and one could not deny its charm.

Tonight was no different.  The place was filled with locals and regulars.  The bistro side was booming as well and food was flying out.  The only issue was the small cadre of kindred sitting near the back of the place.  The intimidating presence, glowering looks, and general "I'm more badass than you" attitudes marked them as neonates and probably worse yet, Brujah.

"Why are we here Thomas?  This place sucks.  Its too relaxed...soooooo bored.."

The young woman speaking was known to Isah, Cammie Lassiter...a young up and comer in the ranks of the Sheriff.  She was known to be handy in a fight and rumor had it that she had led the last charge on the Anarchs three years ago.  Of course there were the numerous borderline breaches of the Masquerade but nothing unforgivable thus far.  The man she was talking to her was her brother Thomas Lassiter.  He was not so much of an up and comer.  Brutish, harsh, rage filled, and "oppressed" he was rarely in control of his beast and was probably only still around due to Cammie's street credit with the local Sheriff.

The other three were unknown to Isah, more than likely transients moving through town who got caught up in Cammie's charisma.  Young, blond, attractive, with ahint of danger lingering just behind her pale blue eyes...she was the type of woman that led many a man to ruin but oh what a time they had on their way...

[Private to Isah Stone: Sorry for the lateness of this.  Took me a while to get sorted.  I firgure we'll not give away all the secrets of your hideout in the first post.  Please feel free to add what you wish.  The Brujah are mostly harmless and Cammie is reasonable though Thomas is less so]

PM [Private to Dante Hargrave: before I interact with other kindred does my character know anything about the reputation of the Assamites. This so I can know weather or not in character to keep my true clan secret. But if he doesn't know better why would he bother keeping his clan a secret. Just curious how much I know in character.

And no worries about the post it good.]

Isah seems to be just one of the regulars that frequent the club. Members of his staff know how to subtlety get his attention should he be needed. However during the hours when there are customers he does not interact with the staff as either a boss or fellow employee.

Isah is making his rounds through the club when he notices the group of vampires. This makes him a bit uneasy as they are not part of the regular crowd. He begging to think to himself "Are they here to simply take in the atmosphere, cause problems, or because they think they will find a problem here".

With this in mind Isah ensures his blade is well hidden under his jacket then takes a seat where he can view both that group and the front door.

He glances at the group of kindred to see if any of them are currently playing around on any tech possibly taking advantage of the free Wifi. Isah puts his ear buds in and plugs them into his tablet. Seeming to listen to music but with none playing as to be able to hear his surroundings.

[Private to Dante Hargrave: If they are using any tech devices or if Isah sees a computer or phone in their possession he will use his hacking skills to attempt to turn on the microphone and listen to their conversation through his device and headphones.]

One of the others with them had his IPhone out and was currently connected to the WI-FI.  He seemed rather oblivious to the conversation between Cammie and Thomas.  His features spoke of a hard life probably a street urchinand drug addict before the embrace.  The scar tracks along his left ditch (inside elbow) spoke of needle marks.  His spiked up black hair and what looked like "guy liner" helped disguise the look and instead made him look gothish.  To his right sat a dark skinned woman who was scantily clad.  Again she looked like a street urchin, albeit a different sort than the druggy seated next to her.  She seemed to fawn over Thomas and looked to him like a school girl with a crush.

The other member of their group was an oddball compared to the others.  He was of middle eastern decent with slicked back hair and a long coat.  He was currently partaking in the hookah and looked almost natural in the room, the only oddity the facial tattoo around his left eye (a crescent moon) and the way his eyes seemed to carefully assess and measure everyone in the room.  Just beneath his coat the butt of a semi-automatic pistol was visible under his left shoulder.

[Private to Isah Stone: Diff 3 to hack into the feed to the man's phone.  Also - Assamites have served the Prince from time to time but mostly as contracted help to clean up masquerade breaches.  The court itself views them as dangerous and unpredictable but a useful tool.  When visiting, as long as they follow protocol they are accepted.  The Sheriff has been known to be very friendly with known assamites though for what reason who knows.]
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[Private to Dante Hargrave: logged into his server and hacked into the mans phone to activate the microphone hiding the activation of it so it does not show up on the screen of the man's phone.]

16:14, Sat 11 Apr 2015: Isah Stone rolled <orange>2 successes using 3d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 3 ((2,4,8)).
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Int+computer hacking 2 successes

Isah began to rock his head back and forth and quietly singing the words of "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch with his headphones on and poking around on a tablet.

Though he has no music going on in his headphones he is listening in on the conversation of the vampires in his establishment. He does not want to seem completely obvious and out of place by sitting blankly with his earbuds on in concentration.

Isah leans back in his chair and takes a couple of hits from his favorite flavor of Al Fakher brand Bahraini Apple Shisha and slowly exhales making a couple of smoke rings as he does so.
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The microphone was easy to access and soon the sounds of their conversation were flooding into the earphones.

The man holding the phone was speaking with his head looking towards Thomas, "...was saying, why not just take him down?  I mean seriously what has he done for us?"

"What are you, retarded?  Anarch activity won't be tolerated by Rocha and you know it." Cammie's voice boomed in and the glare on her face showed that they weren't half hearted though the respect/fear with which she mentioned the sheriff's name could be heard through her anger.

Thomas meanwhile chuckled, "Calm down and be patient Anton.  Its all going according to plan.  My friend's should be here soon.  Trust me they'll have a plan on how we handle our next heist.  Hopefully they'll be pleased."

"Thomas...please tell me that you didn't invite Naomi here.  I told you not to talk to her...I...I can't be a part of this...rethin.."

"Enough arguments effendi.  We are all on the same path.  Cammie, my dear...you know that we can't do this without you.  We need your influence and connections.  Thomas, the Sabbat are not wolves without teeth.  We need to have a plan for them, not the other way around."

"Aram, I know you think you are the spiritual leader but shut the fuck up.  Thomas, hear me and hear me well.  Don't do this.  If you do I will have to see that Camarilla law is upheld.  Send them home without your pledge of assistance.  I'm out...make sure you all do the right thing."

Cammie rises grabs her jacket and storms out.  The other woman sitting with them claims her place and grabs Thomas' arm hugging him close.

"Don't worry about her lover.  You and I can see this through but we'll need to get rid of a few hurdles first."

Leaning close she kisses him deeply and he reciprocates as Aram rolls his eyes and Anton smirks creepily.

[Private to Isah Stone: Didn't really give you a lot to respond to their.  Rocha is the sheriff, I will post his background info soon.  Naomi is an unknown.]

At this point Isah is not sure what to expect to have walk into his club. Though he keeps the feed open he has it to where he can cut it at a moments notice in case it is discovered. With the idea that they are expecting more people to come Isah gets the attention of an employee.

"Excuse me could I please try a different flavor and maybe something to drink. A hot tea."

spending the blood to be able to hold down the tea and also breath, have heartbeat and other human functions for the scene

The only other thing for the time being that Isah is wanting to do is to put the names said in the conversation to the faces that are speaking.

OOC: You identified Thomas and Cami just trying to get a handle on which the rest are so I know who those names in the conversation go with which physical description. Thanks

Anton was obviously the drug addict and aggitator of the group.  The spiked black hair and guy liner seemed to fit his general demeanor.  Aram spoke with a thick middle eastern accent and seemed the most collected of the group.  The other dark skinned girl was yet unnamed in the conversation.  With Cammie leaving and Thomas otherwise occcupied Aram rises and moves to speak to some of the ladies in the room.

As he does the door swings open and a woman dressed in a sheer white dress enters.  Her golden hair and regal stature put her out of place in a location such as this.  Herr left hand has a ring wrapping around the entire length of her index finger.  its made of silver and shaped like a serpent.  A large man steps in behind her and positions himself at the door.  He has an ear piece to go with his black suit.  Standing just over 6'10" and probably weighing 350+ he casts an intimidating presence.  Clearly subtelty is not on this woman's mind.  Scanning the room she purses her lips then frowns at the sight of Thomas but her face lights up when she spots Aram.  Crossing the room she greets Aram with a kiss on each cheek and hugs him.

For his part Aram seems surprised and pleased all at once.  He immediately begins speaking in a slavik sounding language.  Judging from the physical greeting it is probably pleasantries.  The rest of Aram's group looks confused and seem to be asking eachother who she is and watching as if a clue were about to emerge.

Turning towards the nearest staff person the woman motions around the room.  "Is there perhaps a chance I can rent this place for a private party tonight?  Money is no object my dear...as long as there is enough Vodka?"

As she asks the waitress nearest to her one of the others hands Isah his requested stock.

Isah leans back in his chair and slightly closes his eyes to give him that sort of stoned look and to make it harder for people to see what he is looking at. With this done he takes a look at the new woman and man that just walked in. He is observing the subtle things to attempt to see if they are as him. Do they seem to be blinking, breathing, is their skin pink or pale? While doing this Isah drinks his tea.

The large man at the door appears in all respects to be human.  He is breathing and his skin, despite being pale has splotches of color and is pink along his neckline.  The woman is a different story.  She makes noa ttempt to blend at all.  Her pale skin, the lack of a rise and fall of her busom, and the cold dead eyes give her away for what she was...as long as someone knew to look.

Aram laughs and waves the waitress of while saying, "Not necessary.  We will not need much room.  Thomas my man, I believe you know Vera Galepalli, no?  Vera is an old friend from the old world.  I did not think we'd meet again in this lifetime."

While Aram's tone is friendly and cordial, Thomas' is not as his voice booms through the room.  "I have no use for her or her kind.  they offer promises with slithering tongues and only deliver despair.  You choose poorly in friend's Aram...very poorly."

Issa smirks and says something else in the slavik language while motioning towards Thomas with disdain.  Thomas for his part starts to pull up from the coucch only to be stopped by a harsh glance from Aram and temporary eye contact.  Looking away Thomas shrugs and motions for a waitress.  Anton just watches with a confused grin on his face.  Seeing no signs of anything further he rises and heads directly towarrds Isah and slides into his table with a smirk.  "Yo, my man...YOOOooo.  You looking for something a little more hardcore than this shit?  Trust me my dude, what I have will rock your world.  Its called Kindred Dust.  Trust me, its a high like you wouldn't believe."

Isah's head turns slowly but his eyes very very quickly toward the man. In a tone that seems quickened but also trying to be held back at the same time Isah says.

"No... um ..yes..I mean no im good already playing the powerball right now. The main vein is the name of the game!"

Isah hoping this weirdness will detract this bloodsucker away from his presence. If not he will see where this conversation goes from here.

[Private to Dante Hargrave: hey just a reminder you were going to check about what would be proper for my 3 point special gift merit]

[Private to Dante Hargrave: By the way you did just kind of hit on something that I was going to discuss with you involving character development later on. I wanted to developed some sort of ritual that would use my characters blood in a dried and Compounded form and when burned and inhaled made the person or people who did so more susceptible to me. In a sense made them more easily influenced and manipulated by me. This would be accomplished primarily by mixing this substance in with the hookah tobacco but could be applied other ways as long as the vapors given off entered their system.]
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Tilting his head to a side and giving Isah a what the f... look Anton shakes his head and rises from the table before smirking over his shoulder and shrugging, "Your loss my man..."

Vera crosses her arms and scowls at Aram and the group.  She seems about to say something when a young woman with red streaked blak hair pushes past the large man standing the door.  As she does her face contorts into an irritated scowl but before she can say anything to him Thomas rises and smiles broadly.  "Katherine!  Our company is much improved by your arrival.  Please, come and talk to Anton and me.  The others we will speak of later..."'

A meaningful glance is cast in Vera and Aram's direction he leaves whatever else he was going to say unsaid.  Anton quickly bounces back to Thomas' couch and kisses Katherine's hand before waiting for her to sit down.  It was obvious that for whatever he appeared to be Anton was skilled in the matters of a court based upon the gracefulness of his bow as he kissed her hand.  Katherine, for her part, politely nods, casts a glance towards Vera, and then takes a seat.  As she does Thomas leans close.  The mic on Anton's phone still playing Isah can hear portions of the conversation.

_{"My sister believes we are better off without your help.  I prefer to believe we are stronger with it.  My group has already claimed both a victory against those that you would call traitors.  One is on ice waiting for the right moment, the other is due to see the sunrise today at the stadium...fifty yard line no less."}

"Fucker wasn't easy to catch either.  Can't wait to broadcast the morning on the local news.  Should be exactly what we need to get some respect."

Katherine sits theree staring blankly at the two.  She seems to be considering something but for now just lets them talk.
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Isah had the mind to turn on Anton's speaker on his phone and broadcast a nice message about him watching a sunrise if he ever tried to deal or gather a heard in his establishment but the information he was gathering was to good to ruin by revealing his hand.

Instead Isah decided to log all the information he has currently collected. He then since he is already tapped into the phone decides to access it and pull the phone number and Sim card and IMIE number so he can be able to access the phone remotely anywhere anytime.

With all the new faces appearing in the establishment Isah sitting in the chair with his back to the wall as usual examines and assess the individuals. He is taking stock and observing all the subtle nuances to assess who are vampire. With this figured out he feel as though he is beginning to be a little encroached on and decides to get up and move to a different location in the bar.

He is fine moving a good distance away from the area where Anton and Thomas is sitting as he can hear their conversation through his headphones. As for Vera and the large man Isah stays within ear shot of them.

Isah thinks to himself "Maybe I will go check out this stadium in a bit but first lets see if there is more to find out here"

Aram, Vera, and the large man stand quietly talking to eachother in that same Slavik sounding language before turning to the door and disappearing into the night's air.

Meanwhile Thomas and Anton seem to be growing a little uncomfortable with the silence of Katherine.  She merely looks without anyone emotion from one to the next.

'It wasn't easy but is it enough to get us sanctioned?  I mean we're doing our best here but we don't kno...er we don't have...well we don't have a playbook here.  We're kinda making up as we go along.  We need a sponsor and a priest.  It's the only way we're going to thrive....Are you here to help or just sit there staring blankly?"

Clearly growing more irritated he looks from Anton to Katherine and back.  Anton shifts uncomfortably and casps his hands together as his eyes narrow and he looks off into the distance.

Smirking at the two sitting next to her Katherine leans back in her seat and seems pretty relaxed.  Her voice is melodic and almost enchanting.  "You are still immature, uncontrolled, unrefined.  Your mannerisms are uncivilized.  Perhaps if you learned to respect yourself you would not so desperately seek the approval of others."

Her words seem to irritate Thomas but before he can speak she holds up her hand and lowers her gaze at Thomas.  She holds eye contact with him for several moments before her voice rings in again.  "You will head to the stadium and release your hostage.  Then you will disappear for three weeks.  When you surface again we'll talk.  Complete these tasks and we can discuss whether you are fit to be considered to join our cause.  Till then, do as you're TOLD."
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Isah ponders a moment "who to shadow, the one that can lead me to this hostage. Or the one that is obviously more powerful and part of some organization he is trying to gain entry to. Decisions..Decisions".

With that though Isah decides the who of the hostage is only important to those that want to know. And the fact that he was instructed to release the hostage and dissapeared if he wants to join the woman's organization leads him to believe the hostage will be fine. Isah decides he will stay to find more out about this woman and her organization. Shadow her when she leaves his establishment.

Katherine rises and clearly the conversation is at an end.  Not sparing a second glance towards Anton and Thomas she heads towards the door and then steps out into the night.  Standing there for a second she inhales deeply and flips her hair over her left shoulder.  Hailing a cab she climbs in and departs for yet anotehr meeting.

Meanwhile Thomas rises and sneers at the back of Katherine's head before motioning for Anton to follow.  "We better get going if we're gonna get this done before the sun rises.  Come on..."

Soon they too exit and walk towards LP Field and the pedestrian bridge that leads across too it.

Isah thinks getting to his wheels catching up to the taxi and trying to effectively shadow the woman after ripping through the traffic would be sketchy. Following the 2 men on foot however would be easier.

He looks around to make sure Aram,Vera, and the large man are still engaged in conversation. Once he sees them Isah walks out the door and turns the opposite way from Thomas and Anton. He then makes a quick turn at tye corner of his building into the alleyway. Takes a few seconds to observe no one is around then activates level 2 obfuscate.

He then exits the alleyway and begins following Thomas and Anton.
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