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Annabelle "Indeed," she agrees quietly. "A shark smiles no wider than when he's about to attack." She nods politely to the party of Kindred. "Well, I'm afraid I'll have to leave you to yourselves, we have to be off. I expect I'll see you around though." She smiles and departs on Adulio's...

Annabelle Annabelle eyes Kitten with a look caught between interest and amusement. "He's good at what he does I suppose. Though he's quite unnerved tonight, isn't he," she replies, her smile twisting into an almost knowing smirk. "Wonder why," she returns with a ironic raise of her eyebrow.

Annabelle "Yes, that's right. She's such a lovely girl, and a good dancer too. I feel rather a bit sorry for her really." Annabelle shrugs an elegant shoulder and looks around the bar for Jack, watching him with feigned disinterest. "I'm surprised Gentleman Jack looks so relaxed," she said...

Annabelle "Oh yes, I teach swing dance," she beams proudly. "It's not much, just a little studio and a dozen kids or so, but it's such fun. Some of them dance here when their fake IDs aren't getting spotted," she adds with a laugh. "Actually, one of Jack's girls comes to the studio too, she's...

Annabelle Annabelle sits and crosses her legs, smiling at those around the table as she does. "It's been a while since I ran into you, Teegan. We must be ships passing in the night, it seems." She studies the two unfamiliar faces for a moment. "I don't believe we've met," she offers her hand...

Annabelle Her eyebrow lifts slightly, her showtime smile showing a tint of malice. She is intrigued; she doubts greatly that Jack was avoiding only her. In fact, she'd put money on it. She steals another glance around at her fellow Kindred, pondering what kind of trouble Jack could be in to...

Annabelle "I've almost no doubt they will. It worries me... This place balances on a hairpin trigger." She doesn't need to say it; it's concern for the kids she teaches more than concern for herself that worries her. Her eyes flick away from Adulio's, watching Jack as he works the room...

Annabelle She returns the smile. "Which is why next time Court is called, I'll be attending. Djomon has expressed his interest in seeing me at Court more often, and I think now is the perfect time to do so and work on garnering his favour. As for Lucrecia and Belham, I'll be talking to them...

Annabelle "I know. Jack wont take kindly to it though. I just need to catch him on the back foot as it were. I needn't completely depose him. Just weaken his hold enough to build my own foundations."

Annabelle "Mmhmm," she nods. "I am going up against someone who could easily kill me. And compared to what I think he's capable of, death would be a mercy. I suppose I'm worried that I'm going to set a foot wrong..." She nods to the other Kindred. "Or someone will beat me to the punch."

Annabelle "Curious..." she says to herself, before returning her attention briefly to Jack, watching him go about his business, wondering when he might spot her and Adulio. She doesn't watch for long, and turns back to her lover, silent for a moment as she admires the shroud of acrid cigarette...

Annabelle Anna's eyes sweep the room, looking for anyone she might recognise, from either personal acquaintance or from Elysium or the Carters' regular parties. "Jack's always had his enemies," she observes in a low voice, "but this? Looks organised..."

Annabelle Annabelle takes a brief look over her shoulder, her face easily sliding from a genuine, melancholic smile to a bright, radiant smile - her showtime smile. "Speak of the devil indeed..."

Annabelle She ponders silently. "What about those who don't repent?" she muses quietly, not really expecting an answer. "I wonder how they live with themselves..." Her eyes flick back up to his, sipping at her glass idly, before a slight smile lifts her lips again. "It's been easier lately...

Annabelle "Do you ever feel... I don't know, heavy, I suppose. Under the weight of so many memories? I mean, regrets, heartbreaks, dead family... Maybe it's just because I'm young, but sometimes it feels like a dead weight on my chest, and it gets heavier and heavier with time." She looks into...

Annabelle She rests her chin on her hand, smiling distantly. "It reminds me of Humphrey Bogart," she confesses after a moment, "and of dark strangers in long coats and classy trilby hats. And regrets. Like, sad memories that are beautiful because they are painful..." She laughs a little, in...

Annabelle "Becca, darling," she smiles easily, ever friendly to Jack's girls. "Would you fetch us a couple of glasses of that vintage red I love so much? You remember the one, don't you?"

Annabelle She sashays inside, drawing the attention of quite a few of the patrons, and sits down with Adulio at a table not too far from the bar. She takes in their surrounds reflexively, noting the regulars who were present, those who weren't, who was working the bar, and finally bringing her...

Annabelle "Of course, it's easy enough to do it that way," she agrees, "but it's a power play. The power he wields over this city is subtle. He holds a lot of sway over the Kindred here, and quite a few other types too, I'm sure. I would be undeserving of such a position if I myself could not...

Annabelle "Mm." She falls silent now, still looking up at the sky for a moment or two more. With the slightest shake of the head, she turns and smiles at Adulio. "Shall we go?" Jack's is not so far away. And it wouldn't do to let him out of her reach after all. She has an agenda to execute...