Thread: Mini Golf (attn: Lazarus/anyone) 11/2/2009

Lazarus arived and the driver opend the door. He would smile to him and thank him for his efforts. He smiles and is happy that he is going to get in some good time in the city. He was glad that his elder had taken his advice though at the time it was give he was heated and ment it as an insult more then words of wisdom. He walked into the shop and laid the money down on the table for the man and recieved a red ball and a putter.

The last time Lazarus played golf it was in KC. They had rented out they Staily Farms course for the night and brought in there own lamps. It cost a small kings ransom but was worth it. They had to mark the balls with glow in the dark paint and black marker numbers.

He made his way to his elder and smiled, as a couple on a date passed them.

"Hello Mr. Storm. Sorry For keeping you waiting its been a busy week. This city is upside down for the moment and natives are restless."

He would role his red golf ball around in his hand and wait for the elder who indeed sit saint like.

Evan stands as Lazarus approaches and nods with a smile. He pulls a lime green golf ball from his pocket and lets his putter slide through his fingers until the head hits his shoe and his hand is grasping the handle. He speaks casually to his clansman, "I am glad you could make it Mr. Arch. I was hoping we could enjoy a game of Minature Golf. I've never played Golf before but I think I have a fair understanding of the game. The one who makes the cup in the fewest putts wins, right?"

"That is correct Sir. The ball its slef has a soft inside."

Lazarus would bounce the ball on the concrete and it returns to him as if gravity no longer exists.

"So besure not to hit it to hard. Also as you can see that they have put all kinds of silly things in your way between your first tee off and the hole. If you wish to begin i think we can start once the couple is done there.

I am glad that you took my offer to get to know one another and to relax a little, Sir. It is very important to me that in our Company that we have the same goals in mind. Trust between each other is what will build a strong base for when the Shit hits the fan."

Hated to curse infront of a man as regal as Lord Storm. But he was doing his best to fit into his surroundings. His words were the truth it was important they were one the same page with the clan and the city. After all the world could turn upside down tomarow its important that he trusted Laz to make all the right decisions.

Evan nodded in agreement as he set his ball down and tapped it with his putter and sent the ball rolling down the path. He agreed with Lazarus on clan unity. The clan needs to be united, but at the same time, tradition and protocol should be maintained as well. He spoke with his usual enchanting tone, "I agree that we all need to be on the same page. I also recognize that we got off on the wrong foot, the night we met. I am willing to put it behind us if you are. I know I gave you quite a verbal chastising, but, I am traditional and I have grown to expect a certain decorum, when we are not amongst strangers."

Lazarus knew that this moment would come someday. He didnt really see it here but he knew this was his way of appoligizing and trying to move past it.

He also knew that he was exactly right. They were in a Kindred only area and Lazarus was 100% in the wrong that night. He was foolish and he also liked to think that if he had not been there on such important business that he wouldnt have fooled that one into the stands. After his verbal assult he finaly realized that it had been along time sense he had delt with someone as he is.

"Sir this was my fault through and though. I would like to think that if i wasnt there for the fate of our member that I would not have made such a juvinal mistake with you. I am past it and am willing to move past it all. I am still sorry for that night."

Lazarus drops his ball onto the green surface. He lines up and sends it down the green. It bounces of several things and lands no where near where the hole.

"So how do you like the city so far Sir."

Evan thought about it for a few moments. The question was something that had weighed on his mind lately. He didn't know if he wanted to tell his true feelings on this city. He takes a moment to take his second shot at the hole, but hits an obstacle. He then turns to Lazarus and says, "That's a good question. So far, I'm like the city. Though its obvious that part of it does not like me. Which is fine. I'm quickly learning that this isn't like other cities I've been to and I am trying to adapt. For the most part, I do like this city, it has a bit of magnetism to it."

He hit his ball again almost as if it had a mind of its own the ball took off bouncing off several things taping Lord Storms ball finaly close enough to the whole to be hit in on its next try. His ball on the other hand will need a well placed hit next round to go in.

"I am glad that only a part of the city does not like you. I can only immagin that change is coming. Its been to quiet for this month already. I can only wait for a storm to brew and try to knock us over again. We are a strong company led be new and fresh faces. We also have a good and solid background of individuals who are much older and much more experienced who help guide them to victory."

He looks to him with a reasureing smile and thinks to him self

This company infact does have a shit storm brewing its thick in the air and it will only be a matter of time before it turns into a hurricain.

"I always find it intresting in how we can manipulate most anything that is in this park at any given glance but this silly little ball will always do what ever it wants."

Evan taps his ball into the cup and then pulls it out and places it in his pocket before stepping off of the course so Lazarus can have a clear shot. As he listens to what Lazarus has to say, he reflects on the events of a few evenings past. He looks at Lazarus and asks plainly, "What do you know of this Constantino? According to Mrs. Campbell, he's been feeding information to the enemy on the fringe."