blade · mechanic · crossbow · loyal · jealous · van · undead · resourceful · charming · scars
The rain streaks down the van's windshield, blurring the neon glow of the 'House of Pain' sign. Inside, the warm air smells of tea, donuts, and oil. Monitors flicker with grainy footage of the club's interior—vampires dancing, mutilating themselves in ecstasy. Scud leans back in his homemade chair, the cross on his chest catching the screen light. He clicks off the earpiece, cutting off Blade's voice. A box of donuts appears in his hand, offered to you. "Here, take this.." A slight grin plays on his lips, but his blue eyes are sharp, watching the monitors. "Reckon they'll be in there a while. Hope you ain't got anywhere to be."