Smells Like Teen Spirit (attn: vampire ST)

The phone would ring about six times before it was picked up, a male voice would come thought from the other end a youthful sound to the voice.

"Miss Ash's phone this is Gregorio speaking, what can i help you with?"

The tone implied this is a well practice speech.

"You are Mr. ganger correct she has been expecting your call, she can met with you tonight.. Depending on when you can see her at the garden or the Six underground."

the impression that he is consulting with someone else is hard to miss with the long pauses in the sentences and the muffled sounds.

"Of course sir, Casa de Rosas the down town solarium. I will follow are conversation with the a txted address. but for future knowledge those of the Rose family often perform at the six underground and there is no ID's at the door but I'll let her tell you about that. Have a good evening Mr Gagner and welcome to El' Cajon."

The line clicks off and a few seconds later the texted address.

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<Scene>On the trip the city through the city at night, what would stand out is going from any other area to downtown where to solarium resides would be like crossing the tracks from the wrong side to the right. most buildings are under a few years old due to the recent economic boom. trendy clubs specialty stores and entertainment offices seem to be popping up everywhere.

The youth on the start of your trip consist of hard knock teens mostly of Latino and African decent. and come in what seems like just three types in the Catacombs surrounding area. Low income wearing discount clothing and off brands the boys in very baggy pants the girls in mid drifts both seem fond of large gold objects.
The homeless teens of course wear what they can and there is a fair number of them.
And then the dealers that have more money then sense wearing diamonds furs and anything else that is loud flashy and outrageous.

Once in the limits of downtown the population gets definitively more Caucasian. Like the buildings the few you do see in the streets at night are not unlike the buildings new and looking a great deal more like the places they came from than where they are the only real commonality is a war between trendy and subdued. Where everyone seems to be trying to express them selves but in muted safe colors and patterns. like conformity pushed to its edge.

Cas de Rosas stand to the side of the down town park its interior light with a golden glow shining like a beacon through the glass towering up, though it doesn't have definitive floors it could be at least 7. as you near you can tell that it is closed to the public this time of night but a handsome European man waits by the door and speaks in to an ear peace as you approach.

The man a blond of about 6 feet his hair cut military short, His suit to expensive and tasteful to be anything other then torrie security. He opens the glass paneled door taking his hand from his ear piece as he does so.

"Your elder is waiting for you in the rose room Mr. Gagner, the walk ways are well labeled. I am Gregorio we spoke on the phone. My mistress is looking forward to seeing you."

He gestures for you to enter and gives a sweeping look behind you as though he were suspicious of something in the shadows.

The rose room is dimly lite by candle's vines cover most things crawling toward the sky a small bridge walk way leads to a gazebo where a beautiful raven haired woman sits. her clothing is louse and flowing her hair goes to mid back and is unbound. She smiles sweetly and holds a hand out to you patting the set next to her.

"Dale darling, It's am so good to finally be meting you. join me, let us talk."