[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening Market Street - En route to theSinclair Party

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Mara, Christine
Brujah, Ex Ghoul
The Temple of the five Dragons
Chinatown

Mara gets out of the car and then locks it.  She starts to walk into the Temple, following behind Christine, who seemed to know where she was going.  

>As Mara satisfies herself that the car is secure and turns her attentions to the Temple, her hackles rise.  Feelings of discomfort and uncertainty flood her senses and she is aware of an unnatural trepidation. 

Mara pulls her jacket more tightly around her body.  She wasn't cold, but she was feeling...uneasy.  She'd felt this before, in the church in Cardboard City.  But she doubted that Father Bellamy would be showing up any time soon to bless her and relieve her of this burden.  Even so, Christine was going in there.  She didn't want to lose sight of her, not even for a moment.  She might slip out the back, the trip to Chinatown a ruse to get away from her.  No, she was going into the temple.  

>Upon reaching the gateway the feelings increase and discomfort gives way to pain. Her Blood itches and begins to feel as though it were heating up. Long forgotten sensations of nausea crawl about the edge of her stomach.

Mara stops as she feels her muscles starting to cramp in pain.  She rubs her arms, trying to ward it off.  But the nausea hits her like a wave.  She didn't think she'd throw up any time soon, but she felt sick.  She pauses a moment, bending to rest her arms on her knees, hoping that the nausea would disappate.  It does not.  

Mara sighs, and takes a step backward.  The nausea eases up on its tight grip.  Grabbing on to the nearest solid object, she looks up.  Through clenched teeth, she whispers, "Fuck you, I'm still going in."  She runs to catch up with Christine, hoping that Christine hadn't caught on yet.
  
>A gust of wind blows from somewhere and the lanterns swing. Bells and windchimes set off by the movement jingle and the sound, while not very loud, causes Mara incredible discomfort and she is unable to prevent herself clutching the side of her head.

Bells.  Windchimes.  Normally, they were pleasant.  But these, they were echoing shrilly inside her head, more like warning klaxons than bells.  Out of instinct, she puts her hands against her ears in a futile attempt to block out the sound, throwing back her head, and tightly closing her eyes.  The veins in her neck are quite visible, and Mara's fangs glint in the moonlight.  For the moment, she is motionless.   

  
[Tags and candy]


[OOC - if Mara stops sooner than I describe, simply delete every effect after the point where she stops advancing. It'll take Willpower to advance any further.
OOC - Mara's already experienced this once before, in the presence of Bellamy.  I seriously doubt that even she would go past the point where it started causing her physical pain.]

"All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allen Poe 

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