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Feb. 15th, 2006 @ 04:14 pm {Ethan} leaving on a jet plane
*Ethan hurried around the house, gathering what he thought he might need and making some last minute changes to his ensemble before responding physically to the private invitation. As he rushed by his stereo, he turned it on as an after thought and listened...*

Hey boy, take a look at me
Let me dirty up your mind
I'll strip away your hard veneer
And see what I can find

The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

This is what he pays me for
I'll show you how it's done
You learn to love the pain you feel
Like father like son

The queerest of the queer
Hide inside your head
The blindest of the blind
The deadest of the dead
You're hungry cause you starve
While holding back the tears
Choking on your smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
I know you're dying to (You can touch me if you want)
I know what's good for you (You can touch me if you want)
But you can't stop

The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
The lamest of the lame
The numbest of the dumb
I hate to see you here
You choke behind a smile
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer
The strangest of the strange
The coldest of the cool
You're nothing special here
A fake behind the fear
The queerest of the queer

I know what's good for you
I know you're dying to
I know what's good for you
I bet you're dying to
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me if you want
You can touch me
You can touch me
But you can't stop.

*Ethan sang along with the song, changing yet again with a smile*

I think he'll like this one...

*and with that, he opened the front door and stepped into the night*
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Oct. 25th, 2004 @ 07:05 pm the Ascent of the Fallen
Julian finds himself in a hall in Geoffrey's house. He can hear his Sire speaking angrily to someone, but cannot make out the words. He opens the door to a room. Inside is Geoffrey, his beloved Sire. Also there is Alejandro. Alejandro is bloody and beaten, and chained to a chair. Geoffrey says "By order of the Captain of the White Rose, you are condemned for the crimes of the Dark Rose. But first you will give me the names of every Rose in your Order."


Alejandro looks at Julian pleadingly and reaches a hand out weakly. "Amado...help me." Geoffrey turns to Julian "What? *This* is your new lover? Choose then....who will you be true to? Someone must pay for the crimes of the Dark Rose." Julian pauses, torn between duty to blood and loyalty to love. He slowly raises his head and looks to Geoffrey..."Then I will pay for his crimes..."
” You are sure?”
I have never been more sure in my life, Geoffrey.
Alejandro drops his eyes, unable to watch. Geoffrey nods. "So be it." Geoffrey swings a blade with the speed of the blood and takes Julian's head. Julian crumbles to ash......your disembodied spirit hears a woman's voice "You have chosen well, you are worthy of redemption." and Julian wakes in Heaven.
*Julian looks around, still a bit traumatized from the vision. he lets his eyes focus and slowly sees images come into view…..


…and is amazed. The columns and floors of polished marble… the pristine splendor of it all. He sees friends from his mortal days and is welcomed with open arms. After reminiscing, Julian is brought over to a well where he can view the events of Conclave. He sees the sorrow of his friends and family when they are informed of his passing. Julian can’t stop the tears rolling down his cheeks and when he wipes his face, there is water instead of blood.*

Do not cry for me. Please. I am where I have always wanted to be.

*and then they start appearing. Slowly at first and then by the tens. Julian knows the trials they’ve all gone through and waits away from them. Waiting for the shock to wear off. How hard it is not to run up and hug Geoffrey, to kiss Alexandra, to let any of them know of his presence. Julian then sees Alejandro and can wait no longer. He quietly walks up behind Alejandro and wraps his arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. He smiles to all his friends and family and simply says….*

…welcome home…
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Oct. 21st, 2004 @ 06:16 pm (no subject)
*Julian rushed around the house, gathering last minutes things for the trip to Conclave.*

Markus! Please don't forget to pack my tuxedo!

*as he turned to the mirror, his thoughts drifted to Alejandro*

'jandro...please forgive me for being late....

*Julian dashes down the stairs into the waiting car as Markus closes the door and slides into the driver's seat. Markus pulls out of the driveway onto Carmel Valley road and speeds toward the airport. They've taken this road several times so Markus doesn't even flinch when he drops the lighter and reaches to get it; neither of them seeing the oncoming semi truck....*


ooc: that's it folks......see you next chronicle
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Oct. 15th, 2004 @ 09:57 pm (no subject)

*Julian sits in his room in Alejandro's brownstone, looking out the window*

Is this really happening?  Could it be that after all this time and after all that has happened that I can actually love again?  Can allow myself to let someone in?  Especially Alejandro.....

*Julian moves over to his things and pulls out a small alabaster box*

 

I never thought that I could feel like this.  Not after you, Marcus.  I had closed that part of myself off over 150 years ago.  Shut everyone out.  Closed myself off to emotion except for the masks I wore for the world to see.  And then I meet 'jandro and let him seduce me, just to see where it would go.  Well, I like where it's going.  I could see myself spending more time with him.  I enjoy his company.....

.....then why does this feel so strange?  Perhaps it is due to the lack of this attention for so long?  I do not know.  And I don't think I care.  He's going to be bad for business but fuck business right now.  I'm going to take everyone's advice and be happy for a change.  I deserve it, right?  After worrying myself about Paul and his Praxis or Jessamyn and her whereabouts, I crave time for myself. 

*Julian speaks aloud, not caring who is listening*

...time to remove the armor......

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Sep. 2nd, 2004 @ 09:10 am {Julian} His Grace
*Julian finishes contacting the candidates for Archon and settles back in his chair; his stormy blue eyes reading various contact information. Julian's phone rings and he is quick to answer it*

...hello?


No. It wasn't offered.


I'm ok with it, really....yes, I know.


Yes, both of them.....fairness isn't the issue here.


Listen, I need to go. I'll call you later.

*and Julian hangs up his phone and sets it on the desk*


Damn it, Julian......don't do it.

*he lights a cigarette and begins to compose a letter*


{more later}
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Aug. 28th, 2004 @ 03:46 am {Julian} Reactions
*Julian hangs up the phone after receiving the news about Mateo and lights a cigarette. A torrent of thoughts and emotions washing through him though his visage shows none of it. He picks up the phone and calls Marcus*

Marcus, ready the car and pick me up in half an hour...no special instructions...thank you.

*he hangs up the phone and tosses the few things of his into a bag and exits his room at Mateo's. Julian informs Richard that he may not return but Mateo can reach him via cell phone and to have a wonderful night. Julian walks out the front door to await Marcus...*
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Jun. 14th, 2004 @ 10:03 am A private moment....
Waves crashed against the rocks as Geoffrey sat there and watched them. Julian stood, almost at attention, to his side as the silence passed between them. A seagull flew above them, a white patch against the dark blackness of the sky. Another wave came to shore and dashed itself upun the rocks, creating white foam and spray.

"Look to your Soul."

The words came out of nowhere and like a statue, Geoffrey sat unmoving as he continued to watch the shoreline. Julian cocked his head, as if to make sure he had anything at all.

"Pardon, Grandsire?"

The elder pointed to the waves.

"Time is not anything that the young appreciate, Julian. Yet, on a beach, such as this one, a lesson can be made."

Geoffrey stood and with his cane wrote one word upon the sand, near the waters edge. 'Cainites'

"This is how it has been for some time, Julian. Our kind have ruled the night. Many staunch in their beliefs that it would always be this way. Myself, until recently, among them. ANd yet, I am forced to realize that eventually, and frighteningly sooner then that, this may not always be the case."

A wave rushed up and nearly washed away the word, yet it remained.

"I have seen many thing in the centuries..." He paused and reitterated the word for effect, "centuries upon the face of this planet. My passion as an actor and the truth of Williams words helping me survive them. I have witnessed the decline of Faith in a scientific world. The obliteration of the beliefs of the Great Chain of Being and the follys that man has that he knows his place in the grand scheme of things. Modern wonders, within the last few decades alone, have given man a feeling of superiority. One, I might add, I feel is no more then false bravado. For as long as our kind prowl amongst them, even the strongest of Seth's children are weak."

Another wave surged forward, it washed over the upper half of the wod written in the sand and yet damaged, it remained.

"Time erases everything. As William stated, the life of man is like a play, he is born from dust, he lives, he dies, and to dust he returns. We, the descendents of Caine, if one is to believe these tales, have cheated this plan and with arrogance continue an exsistence that is damned."

Geoffrey turned to julian, his voice calm and stern. Full of a seriousness, Geoffrey saved only for the most dire of times. The waves continued to lap at the word written in the sand and yet it still remained.

"Julian, like the word behind me, a great wave is about to come crashing upon us. Already, with the deaths of the Ravnos Antidulivian and our own beloved Lady, we have seen the first of the waves. I have seen more things in heaven and Hell then have *ever* been dreamt of in mine philosophy. I have witnessed and conversed with things I dare not even talk about out loud. Julian, you must look to find good within you. But 'goodness' is not the correct phrase. Redemption. Redemption is what you should seek. Determine *why* you are here and if your exsistence has aided or harmed those you have come into contact with. I believe a reckoning is upon us, that we sit at the eve of the ultimate destruction... or creation of something new."

The waves behind Geoffrey moved ever forward to threaten his creation upon the sand. Yet, it remained.

"The words I speak to you, here in private, as Blasphameous to all I strive for in the Camarilla. Although I will continue to serve their Graces in whatever way I can, my own heart now fears for my souls very worth. The end times, the final nights are upon us Julian. You must look to yourself and watch for any signs."

Like the roar of a great beast, a monstrous wave issued forth from the water and layed upon the shore. It's force washing away the single word written there. The sand redistributed and shifted to wherein there was not the slightest trace of what was once written there. Geoffrey turned and silently watched the blank slate of the shore.

"This is what awaits you and I and everyone we hold dear Julian. Life will continue as it has, but time will have washed us away. Do not cause a stir or panic. Seek in solitude to speak to those you hold dear as I have done tonight."

Geoffrey looked up into the night

"However it ends Julian, whether we find salvation or damnation, continued life or death, remember to live the best you can. Strive for more, seek more, fight more. All we are is what we have created."

Geoffrey looked upon what he had recently created and how it was gone and silence fell between the two again.

Julian looks away from Geoffrey and out across the bay

“Thank you, Geoffrey……”

Julian looks to his Grand Sire with a look of resolve

“I have been quite aware that the End Times are upon us for some time now. And where you have been the Court Jester, I have been taking up the role of the Whore of Babylon. Or I’ve at least tried to. I’ve tried to keep my mortality, my humanity amidst the chaos. I’ve learned to fight in ways that I never thought possible, Geoffrey. I have found reservoirs of strength and tenacity that I never knew existed. I have finally realized my potential, Geoffrey. And now I look back and see what an embarrassment I have been to you. I intend to rectify that. “

Julian looks away from Geoffrey and up to the night sky

“I intend to make you proud, Geoffrey. I have a strong idea of what lies ahead, of what will happen to us. And I will do what I must.”

Julian lights a cigarette and takes a slow, long drag from it. He exhales and watches the strong breeze from the Pacific dissipate the smoke…

“ If you ever need me, Grand Sire, all you have to do is ask. Now if you will excuse me….I should finish my report to Mateo. I will not speak of this conversation to anyone.”
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May. 11th, 2004 @ 07:44 am the shift in the paradigm...

*Julian watched the desert landscape as he left Phoenix, trying not to dwell on the events of the weekend*

Marcus...could you not head directly home. Pick a direction. I really don't want to see Geoffrey right now.

Of course, sir.  Any particular direction in mind?

I really don't care.  Just not Monterey.

 

*there was no reply from Marcus. Just a slight shift in the pressurized cabin and a change in pitch from the engines.  Julian closed his eyes and thought of J.B. and Alejandra, his fellow attache`s.*

...they have no idea...the monster lurking inside...if they did...

*Julian looks out the window at the shifting landscape*

Do you think they'll miss me?

Sir?

Do you think they'll miss their little whore, Marcus?

If they don't, sir, then they aren't worth it.

Good point, Marcus.  I'll send a message though.  Not to Mateo.  I wonder if they'll....nevermind.  After we land, your travel arrangements will be made so you can return to the villa until I call for you.  I don't want you falling in the crossfire, Marcus.

Sir, you will be defenseless.  You know nothing of combat.

Marcus, simply because I don't know how to fight doesn't mean I'm defenseless.  Stop worrying.  I took care of myself for two centuries, darling.  I'll be fine.

*Julian heard the landing gear deploy and smiles slightly*

Are you sure you're welcome here?

I was told I could come here anytime I needed.  I won't be staying long and I doubt he'll have time for me.  Just going to sleep the day and head out.  Be careful Marcus.

You too, Julian....you too.

*the plane touches down at a small airport in Carlsbad and taxies to a private hangar.  Two figures emerge from the hangar and go their separate ways*

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Mar. 17th, 2004 @ 08:50 am {Julian} A new Twist
Through various sources, namely J.B., I have discovered a plan to remove Paul as Prince of Phoenix. They are manuevering me to get him to step down and if I don't, he will die.


Are they stupid? Does he think I'll keep this to myself?


Time to dust off some old habits, it seems.......
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Feb. 1st, 2004 @ 12:56 pm {Julian} The events of the gathering
The family attended the gathering in San Rafael, which I was not initially going to attend, yet was convinced. And I am thankful I showed. I was fortunate enough to meet Lord Empusas, of whom I'd heard sorted tales. He spent a fair amount of time attempting push my buttons; to get some sort of epassioned response out of me. Neddless to say....he failed. Empusas is a formidable opponent in the social arena and I have seemed to fall on the positive side of his evening, since he express "pleasure in my conversation" to Jessamyn. I now understand the severity of people's warnings about Lord Empusas, but I wouldn't be foolish enough to challenge him.

This brings me to my next meeting. Gia di Venizzi. That's right. Gia. The focus of scorn and disgust within House de la Croix and without. I had heard so much about her that she'd morphed into some sort of Urban Legend for me. She'd avoided our table for most of the evening until Lord Empusas brought her over to meet his Court Poet, Celeste. I walked right up and introduced myself and her response was, "Yes, Mr. Morgan. I have heard of you from various sources."
My reply was..."And I you, Madamoselle di Venizzi. And it is good to see that you live up to your reputation." And turned away. She made pitiful attempts to bait me all evening but she'd already made her bed. She'd approached the Brujah last night and pleaded with them to protect her from Geoffrey and Jessamyn. We were on Elysium. What was she thinking? I can see where people dislike her but I just found her bitter and broken. And the fact that she tries to empart her views on others of the Rose simply means I will have a LOT of deprogamming to do. I look forward to my next encounter with Gia if not to make my life look pristine. And to give her a full length mirror.

I also had the distinct pleasure of speaking with Archon Iscariot, who already knew my name and claimed she was pleased to see me. Scary or what? Athena is a remarkable woman and I am glad that have had the fortune to be on her good side.


More later.....
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Dec. 26th, 2003 @ 09:28 am hmmmmm...
*Julian sat at his desk typing in his journal*

This town is way to hometown for me but it's where I need to stay right now. I'm thinking about venturing out in the next couple of weeks though.....maybe Paris? London? New York? Hmmm......perhaps Mateo could suggest a new location.....one shall see.
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Dec. 9th, 2003 @ 08:35 am (Ian) The Sept of Atlantis....
*After meeting with most of the Sept on Sunday, Ian silently left the group and headed down to the reflecting pool to slip into the Umbra. After stepping sideways, Ian looked around the Umbrascape at the reflection of his home.*

Sink the caern?.....they want Cynthia and I to sink the caern? There has to be another way......

*Ian closes his eyes and visualizes the Earth spirit and Bay spirit and the Storm spirit having their "party" to sink the caern. He still can't believe that he'd agreed to this. This is heresy and sacriledge.*

Taking a sacred place of Gaia and....wait a minute.....if I could...And then we could......and then there'd be.....

*Ian focused his mind and stepped back into the Realm to speak with Cynthia and Timmy about the alternative he'd just thought up*
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Dec. 6th, 2003 @ 12:09 am my new IC lj
*this is the only OOC post for this journal*

This is an LJ for my various characters who will have their names posted in the Subject.
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