[act8] Meeting Vencent

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Cindy took the file back and noded to Madison with a smile.
"Please come with me Ms. Mad, I'll be glad to show you to his room."

As they walk down the corridor Madison noted that Abayomi was standing next to another's room door. Waiting outside but very cautious about any incident. Cindy said to Madison.
"That's Ms. Margaret Smith's room, she is the  New Manhattan Psychicatric Hospital inmate. She got a week ago in a coma. Tragic car accident, caused her concussions and internal bleeding. The paramedic report says she's suffering from dissociative personality dissorder. Such a young woman."

Eventually they got to Vincent Schmidt room. Just like anyother with its lights turned off. Cindy got inside and turned the lights back on. The room was pretty much like Madison's except there was half painted canvas and flowers here and there and really made the ambient more cheerful. The wall infront of the bed had this beautiful Goya oil picture of a meadow.


Vicent was laying down just staring at the ceiling.

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// Ms. Mad, //

Mad laughed and rolled her eyes, making a dramatic gesture with her fist against her chest to symbolised being staked.
Ugh Cindy, you're killing me here... Just Mad... Please.
She laughed and followed her down the corridor.

That's Ms. Margaret Smith's room, //She got a week ago in a coma. Tragic car accident, caused her concussions and internal bleeding. //she's suffering from dissociative personality dissorder.

Jesus.. How awful... Is she going to be alright?
Mad asked curiously as they walked on by.
You guys treat ... Um.. "OTHERS"... Right? Or is it just .. um... Things like me here?.. You guys seem really used to... Um.. Not normal people...


Mad smiled as she entered the room and looked around. She gave a little cheery wave that she was sure was ignored.

Hay'ya! ... Sorry to disturb you so late, I wanted to catch'ya before you turned in.
I'm Maddy, but you can call me Mad,... Hee-Hee just don't call me crazy. Hee-Hee...
How'ya doin' ?
she said in the cheery tone that she usually carries herself.
1st Impressions were always awkward for her, I mean in her mind she could just walk up to this guy and be like "oh mister hoity-toity order me to cure you, so here I am" ... That wouldn't go over well.
Instead she just figure that she would offer him for friendship... Even if she couldn't fix his problems he might be in need of a friend.

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Vicent was surprised to see Madison. He jumped back and put his back against the wall a very nervous reaction. He looked at Cindy and she back to him.

Cindy reaction:

"Vincent honey. I haven't see you jump like that when I come in."

Cindy looked back to Madison and said in a very casual tone.
"Maddy seems like he's already cured. Who would tell... I'll leave you two, to know eachother. You know where to find me if you need me..."

And she left the room.

Vicent seemed disgust by Cindy's comment. <I'm not ill, woman. I just need time to think alone>

Looking back at Madison he stood silent trying to figure something out. Then he said.
"So you're Shriks Childe, how did the gathering go?" he had also the voice of a lyrical baritone deep and powerful even in this pittiful state.

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He jumped back and put his back against the wall a very nervous reaction.

Mad waved  her hand and simply wave decide the gesture not thinking anything of it .
God I wish all the cute guys would be enthusiastic  when I walk into a room heehee

I'll leave you two, to know eachother. You know where to find me if you need me..."

Yeah... No worries .... go make some coffee this is going to be a long night.

She said jokingly as she grabbed the nearest chair and flipped it around sitting backwards on it and leaning her arms on the head of the chair.

So you're Shriks Childe,  

Yeah.. I guess that's what you could call me...
But please... I might be his "child" or whatever its called.... but please don't confuse me with his profession.... I am far from a head shrink, I'm more like one of his patients. Hee-Hee.

how did the gathering go?"

umm... do you want my honestly opinion on the matter.... or do you want me to tell you A Beautiful Lie?... whatever choice... I guarantee will be somewhat entertaining ... Well from at least my perspective.
But then again people usually are not interested in my perspective.... they are only interested and what they want to hear or see That make them feel good about their own expectations..
She paused And then gave a shrug.
It was quite a shocking display of depravity and humiliation...fun times,
Kind of reminded me of being at The Rocky Horror Picture Show, you know live performance Art.
Yours truly made an ass out of herself.
And then I think I said something's I don't quite remember to the big cheese in charge..
Got orders to cone here... Pitched a fit
.... Lost my sh!t afterwords...
Tryed to kill the man I love...
Yeah... Over all not a good night.
me thinks maybe next time I'll skip the party.
you should have been there....
They seemed very concerned for your well-being.
At least you are loved.
She said with some deadpan humor

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Vincent smiled at Cindy after hearing Madison ask for a cup of coffee. It was the first time in a week. She was shocked beholding his face like and even and she said.
"What's wrong with your face Sir? Do you want medicine for that?" she rolled her eyes also smiling and finally got out of the place.

The door closed.

<The Jester test> he thought. <How unpleasant for this Child. I should have been there, if only Bard had allow it>. showing concern as Madison explained what happened to her tonight.

Then he said to Madison.
"Yes. Those parties are better with good company, the Shrink is a complicated persona and I'd bet he brought you directly from the cemetery to the party. Didn't he?" he ask like he already knew the answer.

He looked back at the picture in the wall over Madison's head and said.
"Bard also gift me that picture. Is lovely, makes me remember how good is to be alive and why The Camarilla is important but also that non of that matters. The destruction upcoming is just too great, too powerful. There is no hope."

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Yes. Those parties are better with good company, the Shrink is a complicated persona and I'd bet he brought you directly from the cemetery to the party. Didn't he?"

Yeah... Complicated is a bed of an understatement.
Now don't think I'm not greatful for all Roger has done for me... F*ck man, I love him.
But sh!t I wanted to rip his tongue out And shove it down his damn throat!
She said slightly agitated.
He f*ck'n could have at least warned me! Told me even a tid bit of what to expect...
Buttttt nuuuuuu... Just dropped my @ss in like it was all OK and expected me not to freaking embarrass him with his friends.... Sooooo annoying...
Such a d!ck move...
Kinda don't feel that sorry right now about trashing his car....  
She said with a devilish-smirk.

Bard also gift me that picture. Is lovely, makes me remember how good is to be alive and why The Camarilla is important but also that non of that matters.The destruction upcoming is just too great, too powerful. There is no hope."

Mad tilts her head to look at the painting..
Well... I can't argue with you on that, it is beautiful...
Though I don't know what this Camarillo is, it sounds like a burlesque show! Hee-Hee  honestly if it's anything like that malk-cov-en gathering ... I might need to kinda distance myself slightly from it.
She said rolling her eyes...
Now I'm sure its important and all that jazz,
Not saying it isn't, so don't give me that look.
Im just saying all that matters is right now.
This moment in the spec of time.
This is the moment we exist in and in a blink it is gone... Replaced by something new...
Sometimes replaced by something great... Or something bad.... ether or... Its always something new. Something that changes. And that's beautiful.

Mad chuckles and runs her hand through her hair.
It's beautiful chaos, beautiful destruction…… things have to be destroyed in order to be able to be create something great...
Fire devastates and destroys Forest so new vegetation can grow in its place..
Trees are destroyed to create wood for buildings, chairs and tables
Glass bottles are destroyed to create stained glass windows.
We were human, destroyed by someone and remaide to be who we are ...
Hee-Hee
But let me tell you a secret..
They say we are what we are..   But we don't have to be. we can be what ever we want to be
We can be kings or fools....
Monsters or .... wait what's the opposite of a monster?
A hero?... Yeah OK we will go with that..
But you can't give a damn what people think! As long as you got your one happy thought, and hold on to it you can find happiness in misery.  .
She said with a wide grin
we are immortals ... We have the amazing opportunity to watch the world change around us, for better or worse.. The world is going to keep spinning and changing... We can't do anything to change it. We can only change how we react to it.
We can sit back and stick our heads in the sand and miss out on it or we can enjoy the ride as the world go up in flames! I prefer to get a good view honestly.
We are all during... Wait... Some of us are already dead...OK skratch that..
Look every moment is precious, every single grain of sand that passes through an hourglass is a treasure.
Its all about perspective.
If you are not doing things that bring you enjoyment... Why are you doing it?
She asked honestly.

wouldnt you rather be out there living your life, visiting places like in that painting rather then just admieting them? Even if it was only for one moment in time?
Right now! Set all this bullish!t aside About what people say you should be or how you should act. Or what group you should belong to... Forget all that for one moment in time...
This might seem a bit narcissistic but...
You are the most important person in this room!
Take life by its hand and take back your happy

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He smiled at her <She likes to play the dimwit. Camarilloes...? hahaha>
"The Clan Gathering is one thing but the meeting in the Elysium is just a whole new level of illustrated stupidity Madi. Camarilloes are dicks, specially Ventrue, they could swear they're making us a favor when they insult us.

If there's only one meeting in your unlife you don't want to ruin is when you meet Prince Bright"

After rolled his eyes.
"Still no much you can do. After all they can hunt you and destroy you whenever they feel like it."

Vicent laid back against the top of the bed listening to Madison long exposition and stared at the ceiling again. Thinking about immortality, its meaning, its burden, waves of chaos bringing joy and again taking it back. Everything.
<She is the Childe of the Shrink alright. The curse of vampirism takes from us everything we have and just the same to everyone we have given.>

"Per haps we're doom to be spoiled of our joy in every harvest. I could count my existence not in years but in cycles of misery. Obtain to lost again."

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The Clan Gathering is one thing // the meeting in the Elysium is // illustrated stupidity Madi. Camarilloes are dicks, specially Ventrue, // when they insult us.

Then F*ck'em... Fu*k these Cam-o-unbrellas, they sound like they want to rain on our parade anyway.
These Adventure Guys sound like sh!t heads...what kinda of adventurous vampire acts like that?... they  probably need to get the stake removed from their @ss!
Mad said with great enthusiasm as she started to laugh.
Ha ha ha that was a vampire joke... You see what I did there heeeheee

If there's only one meeting in your unlife you don't want to ruin is when you meet Prince Bright"
After rolled his eyes.
"Still no much you can do. After all they can hunt you and destroy you whenever they feel like it."

Mad noticed his distain towards the subject and thought it was getting a bit too serious so she did what she normally does and tries to lighten the mood and maybe bring a smile to his face.

Oh yeah? Well Fu*k him too...
I know how to handle Princes!

She said standing up and starts to dance and sing, using her enchanting voice to draw in his attention.
She taps the chair keeping tempo with her step and starts to create a Beat.

♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬
Yeah
One, two, Princes kneel before you
That's what I said, now
Princes, Princes who adore you
Just go ahead, now
One has diamonds in his pockets
That's some bread, now
This one, said he wants to buy you rockets
Ain't in his head, now
Beeebeeedoooo!
♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬

This one, got a princely racket
That's what I said, now
Got some big seal upon his jacket
Ain't in his head, now
You marry him, your father will condone you
How 'bout that, now
You marry me, your father will disown you
He'll eat his hat, now

♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬ beebeedooo ♪•*¨*•.¸¸♬

Marry him or marry me
I'm the one that loves you baby can't you see?
I ain't got no future or a family tree
But I know what a prince and lover ought to be
I know what a prince and lover ought to be

Said, if you want to call me baby
Just go ahead, now
And if you like to tell me maybe
Just go…

Ohhhhh ohhh you are your own majesty just go on and forget the king ....only you know what is in your heart to be!
Ha Ha ha

Mad continues to sign to Vincent trying to instill a desire for fun and freedom in him, and to cast out his Despair and worry.

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Vicent was absortet in his thoughts until Madison started to sing acapella. She took a comb as microphone and started to tease him while singing out loud like crazy. Totally desinhibted, jumping around, screaming to the top of her lungs and spining to match the video coreography.

At one point he look startlet, then started smiling and few seconds later he was clapping and trying to beatbox along with her signing (horribly but the intention counts). He was also having a good time.

Right before Madison finished to sign her song Vincent jumped out of the bed toward the half painted canvas, grasped and charcoal pencil and started to attack the canvas rapidly, looking Madison back and forth as he draw lines of it. Madison was already finished and he was still sketching like a maniac, possesed by some kind of compulssion.

He threw the finish canvas at Madison in a very rude way and went looking for another inside the room that was just knocked in the floor and evenly he started sketching over it like a lunatic. Meanwhile, confused Madison took a look at the canvas he so rudely threw at her. In it was a upper middle class neighborhood, very familiar for her, even the amnesia resulting glamour from breaking the dross mirror couldn't stop Madison to identify the landscape 'A burning house, a girl on her sixteens pulling out another teenager from the fire, while in the background ferouceous man-like beast fought each other.'

For some reason it was a sad scene, its really touch Madison's cold heart with heavy sadness.

At the other side of the room:
Vicent hands were black due to charcoal pencil, one after another smashed against his new canvas and then he stood up. Watching the canvas with horror, petrified of fear and said.
"Voilá! It is done!"

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As Mad dance and song together with Vincent, she was happy knowing that she had reached him and brought some joy into his night.

When her song was done she questionably looked at Vincent as he started to scribble and draw rapidly.
And when he flung the canvas aside and she picked it up she stared at speechless.
It was like deep-seated memory inside her clawing its way to the surface that she just couldn't quite touch. She stared at at it , unable to take her eyes from the paper.
Such pain... Such destruction and misery... Who were these two figures supposed to represent and why did this look so familiar to her?
<what ... Is... This...>
<it's so sad>
< why is this so familiar to me>
<maybe you seen it in a movie somewhere?>
<no... Its something else>
Mad looked towards Vincent...
There was still a lot of great confusion on her face. She looked almost like she was on the verge of tears... but pushing back a emotion that she couldn't quite grasp.
What... What is this?.. Its... so sad.....
I must have really had a cord with you huh?
I... Um...  I mean... it's really stirs an emotion of me. I'm impressed ....actually..... A little speechless.
What provoked you to create it? Was it me? Was I your Muse? Hee.

She said trying to push back her emotions and find some sort of levity in them and bring forth that cheery this of herself though for some reason at the moment she found it hard and she couldn't quite understand why

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When Vicents trance finished hi took his second canvas and walked down to Madison looking relaxed, stable and satisfied. He was still excited, overwhelmed by emotions but still in peace with himself.

Before he showed his job to Madison he looked over her shoulder and empathized with her and said. He thought <Incredable how art can make you feel isn't it.> as he realized how moved she was by the painting. It indeed capture an emotion far from human artist would, except for the most prominent geniusess in plastic art.
"Do you like it?" he asked.

Then he showed his second painting. It was just a sketch but as with the first one the drawing capture feelings for exceptional accuracy. The piece make Madison feel another kind of emotion, a power struggle between three forces: the first a tower, symbol of progress and stability, as well as a conection between heaven and earth, crumbling while creatures of darkness demolish it with violence beyond logic; the second figure was a woman but its shape was not of flesh and bones but a collage of wolves and spirits of nature, from trees to animals, running over water to crash in a trinity form by the crumbling tower the shapeshifting darkness of infernal torment from beneath and the woman shape.

Madison had never seen art like this, even less so in such a short time to capture the heart of it, the essence of three monstruos power colliding in such violence. <Beautiful, I just need to add oil to it>.
"This is what Bard wanted and it is done. Darkness against light."

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Mad stood speechless again in front of Vincent as she looked on the sketch. It indeed had touched her in an emotional way that she couldn't quite explain.
Though she did not see Horror in the sketch of the falling tower and chaos ,she saw great fascination and wonder.
I wonder ... What will come after...
She muttered to herself....
Its going to be beautiful when its done...
Both the as a painting and how it will affect people. I'm mean just the sketch alone stairs a lot emotion ... maybe it speaks to other people besides myself.

It makes me a bit anxious if I'm to be completely honest. I want to see how the scene plays out and all its beautiful destruction and chaos.
What happens when the tower Falls and crushes everything in its wake? What wi be created anew? What happends when the monsters and demons have nothing left to fight and its not destruction that consumes them.... but boredom?
Boredom is the worst misery of all...
I can't wait to see this finished...

What do you see in it? How does it make you feel?
And... Why would this Brad guy commission you to draw this? What does he seek?
mad questioned as she pondered over the sketch... she examined all the untold Horrors and let Her Imagination Running Wild with hundreds of possibilities and outcomes each one a bit more exciting than the last and she smiled wildly loving every minute of it. Finally she turned her attention back to Vincent
I love this... I love the feeling of excitement and wonder it gives me you truly are an amazing artist

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