Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines: R.I.P.

Bella shook her head, "Well, I hate it. It sounds... weird."

Jason smiled and hugged her. 'well i think it sounds adorable" he said playfully.

"I don't...I hate parties...especially in large gatherings like this."

Bella raised en eyebrow, "I sound like a mouse with the hiccups."

"Ah, well, I love parties... just not like this. I'm more for raves and concerts. Though, most Anarchs are too."

Jason smiled. "well i like mice too" he said hugging her and spinning her around once before setting her feet down again.

"I hate parties like this mainly...fancy, prissy...nothing...destructive..."

Bella put her hands on her hips playfully, "You really enjoy me being this small, don't you."

Wake smirked. "Exactly! Nothing fun at all. Just a bunch of stuck-up, pompous a**holes trying to impress their pals with blood in punch bowels and antique s***."

Jason laughed and nodded. "of course. you're fun size!" he said picking her up bridal style playfully.

Bella crossed her arms, "That was annoying after the hundredth time you said it."

Michael laughed a bit. "Rejected...."

Jason laughed. "oh hush." he said tossing her up a bit before catching her again. "i am allowed to have fun"

"It's disgusting. I just want to smash Dianne's head into the chandelier..."

"Spoken like a Bruja, yet you are a...?" He asked.

"Toreador. I just have a slightly different sense of thinking."

"I've noticed. You seem like you'd be a perfect candidate for my little sect, too."

"Which would be?"

He smirked. "I call it F.E.A.R.," He said, spelling it out like it stood for something. "and its pretty much a sect of drifters and rioters of the free Anarch States."
((The Free Anarch States are a bunch of cities the Anarchs have kicked the Camarilla and Sabbat out of. L.A. used to be one.))

"Ah...I see..."
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"Did I lose your interest?" He asked.

Bella rolled her eyes, "As much fun as you two seem to be having, I'm not as amused with being a plaything as you guys are. Pardon me, if you will." She bowed her head and walked into the crowd, vanishing almost instantly. That little talent of Bella's always seemed to come in handy to her, and just seemed to agitate everyone else.

"No...I've just lost my mind."
Kyira always seemed to talk in non-sense riddles.

Ziara Sawyer
Age: 355
Clan: Bruja
Generation: Seventh
Alignment: Anarch
Weapons of choice: Small Weaponry. She is highly skilled with the many hundred weapons she keeps concealed on her at all times
Bio: Ziara is a master of persuasion. Weather she needs to beat what she wants out of you or she simply has to talk for a little while, she always gets what she wants. It is most unwise to refuse her requests once they have been made.
User: Bella Strauss

((Accepted.))
Wake shrugged. "Well, you enterested or not?"