myinneroblivion

VTM 20th: The October Chronicles

Valentina sighed. "No. I have heard nothing. I really hope we get out of here soon. I am not used to being hungry this long." It was clear from the forced formality in her voice that she was trying hard to remain calm. Hunger was not her only problem. She was Rom, she did not like being in a box. She tried desperately to find something else to talk, and think, about.

"I have seen you at the camps. My great uncle tells me you are... Gangrel? It is nice to meet you. I am Valentina." It was modesty that made her continue to introduce herself. Nearly everyone in Russia knew at least her name and that she was a singer. She got tired of people brushing away her introduction by using it as an excuse to talk about music, or theatre, or worse, about her. Often times they launched into it so quickly that they never even introduce themselves. She would simply stop with introductions, but she felt squeamish about having the mindset of not needing to introduce herself when everyone already knew her.

VTM 20th: The October Chronicles

When Valentina woke, it took her a long moment to figure out where she was. But as the hunger returned to her, and she thought to call for her mother, it all came back to her. She sat up slowly, straightening her dress the best she could, and leaned against the wall. The night before was still a blur, and she took a second to look around. The child was still there, which was good, it showed the other cainite with her had some self control as well. Speaking of...

She looked to the Gangrel wildman for a long moment. She recognized him from the Gypsy camp, so her parents trusted him at least as far as trading, so at least there was that going for her. "Comrade... The sun has set. Are you awake?"

VTM 20th: The October Chronicles

Valentina slipped into the bunker, stopping only once she had reached a side wall that she could lean against. Her mind was still racing with the events at hand. The sudden attack was a little excessive, and the repercussions of this attack were going to be staggering, this had suddenly become bloody, and Valentina felt very inadequate in that field. What worried her most, at the moment, however was her family. Some of them had been there, and her parents had no way of knowing where she was, or if she was ok. That had to change very soon. She had to keep in touch with her parents. All she could do now was to try and sleep.

something old, something new

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feeling... naaaauuughty

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feeling... naaaauuughty

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feeling... naaaauuughty

Bump

feeling... naaaauuughty

Something old, something new

VTM 20th: The October Chronicles

As the guns went off, Valentina instantly dropped to the floor, moving in a low crouch, still to the back door. Once out, however, she closed her eyes to concentrate. She wasn't overly efficient at her powers, not compared to others in her family, but she was creative.

Through shear force of will, Valentina made the image of a deep black curtain over the door. To everyone, it would appear like they back of the building was in deep shadows, as if they were in a covered alley that didn't allow any light down. the illusion would be believable enough to anyone not familiar with the area, or not taking the time to think about it, and would give all those who made it out the door cover from gunfire.

with that, she continued to follow Belka, keeping an eye back to focus on the door to save as many as she could before she lost her concentration on the illusion.