Thread: old bulls at the top of the hill ( attn any NOT going to brazil)

Mackenzie sits at the table beside Kendov. She looks at him with a grim face, knowing that many of the people protecting the city will be gone. It's important for everyone to work together.

Eamon enters the atrium and nods to Kendov and Mackenzie before taking a seat, "Should prove interresting to see who stays and is willing to help defend the city."

Droz walks in and leans back against a wall near the table.

"So what is this Brazil thing ive been hearing about anyway?"

Ephraim walks through the door, sitting at the table
"It would be an honor to defend the city whilst so much of us are gone. There should always be people to defend the defenceless"

the gangrel turned his attention to droz " do you want the real reason or what the camarilla would tell you?"

Mackenzie nods at Eamon, Droz, and Ephraim as they enter. Her expression solemn and focused. She looks at Kendov as he speaks.

Boone enters and takes a seat.

JTM wanders in with a couple beersin his hands with a deep thought look prominent on his face.

“Sup. Everyone. Sorry. I’m late. Had a lot of shit to do and on my mind lately, you understand that right?”

He grabs a chair putting his beer on the table slowly as if his mind is elsewhere.

“I miss anything important?”