Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Sept 17, 2014 13:04:18 GMT -8
1962 – 1968
The world stage was becoming easier and easier to pay attention to. News was not months out of date like in his youth it was here and now. Seneschal Blethen was right about what horse to back. Information was becoming one of the true currency of value.
The death of President Kennedy deeply sadden Argent, feeling kinship with the bootlegger Scion. The world seemed a little less palatable with him gone. This causes him to withdraw from public for the first time in almost hundred years in the city. He would help any who could get a hold of him and any demands from his clan but for about six years he wasn’t seen in court.
So many great men died during this era Argent fell into a deep depression almost stopped fighting against his beast. Every death he took personally, Malcolm X, Martian Luther King jr, Robert Kennedy. The things the media did you King in the last months of his life as everyone turned away from his message to have it ended with the assassination made the injustice even more painful.
Every morning he would sit watching the night sky get lighter and lighter, where is the utopia that was promised, when will the race of wake up and see the truth, every morning he would flee the sun minutes at first then less and less time before the sun raised over the horizon. Shutting the door telling himself “One more night, I’ll give the world one more night.” Before sinking into the ground to sleep the dreamless sleep.
1969
There’s a knock on the haven’s door. “Go away, I’m not seeing visitors at this time” the reply comes muffled and in Romani “Open the door Cousin. Do not leave me cold on your doorstep.” Argent grumbles and shuffles over to the door and unlocks it. Maya flows in like life and happiness all in one. (rom) “You are sad, why are you sad? Are not the flowers blooming and the bees buzzing? You have turned inward too much they you no longer can see outward.”
“Thank you Maya for visiting me, I am not fit for company. Every time I hope for humanity it disappoints me, so many good men dead because they had a message that people weren’t ready to hear.” Argent flings himself into a over stuff leather chair in front of three color televisions, turned to different channels.
Maya’s laugh fills the room and she says with a slight spin “Oh poor, sad Professor. Seen so much, knows so little. The world is waking up once again, songs are being sang and love is in the air. Can’t you feel it?” she hands a buttercup to him, bright yellow and freshly picked “A lovely girl gave this to me on the way over hear. Just handed it to me and said ‘May peace be in your heart.’ You see grumpy old man the youth will save this country. “ Argent takes the plant and gives is a hard look over his glasses “A weed will save the world?”
Maya with a smile on her face replies “No you silly man, you’re not getting the message, you watch your boxes but you don’t get the signal. Peace and love are in the air Man, Times are a changin’ just like Bob says. Either you embrace them and let them embrace you or meet the sun like you been wanting to. I would miss you Cousin.”
The proto flower child does another spin and her skirts flare out as she collapses across the arms of the chair and The Professor. She plucks the weed from his fingers and lightly bops him on the nose with it saying “You need to get out and see the world again. I hear rumors of this far out concert going to be going on in New York, the state not city, and I totally think we should go. If it doesn’t make you feel better I promise never to bother you again” The Gangrel sighs “You know I can see your crossed fingers right?” She answers with a laugh holding up her slender left hand “Oh this?” more laughter and almost as quickly as she came in she was gone. Only signs that she was there was the hint of jasmine and the buttercup laying on the ground.
Argent leans over and picks up the weed and puts it on the table and says “Maybe it is time.”
Professor Sylvester Argent decides to gather a few kindred together and hirers a private jet to fly them from Seattle to Woodstock. He flies from Seatac to the Kingston-Ulster Airport on August 14th 1969. Finding a hotel for his guests proved to be a little more of a challenge since all hotels were booked. It was pretty easy to use the old standby “I want your room, Will you take five hundred dollars for it?”
It was the best time of Argent’s unlife. He would just earth meld at the concert at the last second and rise when the sun went down. Easy to do unnoticed if you know the trick of it (doing it under platforms also helps) He was there for five nights before they got back on the jet to fly back home under the cover of darkness. Sitting there mud stained and near deaf, he still could feel the music .
Sweetwater, Bert Sommer, Tim Hardin, Ravi Shankar, Melanie, Arlo Guthrie, Joan Baez, Canned Heat, Mountain, Grateful Dead, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Janis Joplin with The Kozmic Blues Band, Sly and the Family Stone, The Who, Ten Years After, The Band, Johnny Winter, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Were all seen by Argent that weekend.
1970 - 1980
Argent reappears on the court scene after almost a decade of reclusion. He slowly moves his chain of illegal casinos to be more legitimate night clubs and music venues (Most still have a small high end illegal casino connected to them.)
Different clubs served different venues, Punk, Rock, Folk, any band could book one of Argent’s clubs. Always welcoming to help out struggling bands and always happy to do favors for agents or managers. However if he ever felt he was being taken advantage of or being lied to he would burn that group/person to the ground.
With the deaths of Jimi, Janis, and Jim, the music scene moved away from psychedelic rock towards metal and progressive rock. Elvis’s death in 1977 and Lennon’s in 1980 both are days of mourning for Argent.
1981 – 1999
Word started to spread around the court that if anyone was low on blood they could go to The Professor and he would be able to score some for them. He was always discreet and charged reasonable rates always saying “I would rather help someone out then watch them be beheaded for breaking one of the rules.”
Nearly twenty years fly by and The Professor hardly notices, time flies always.
The world stage was becoming easier and easier to pay attention to. News was not months out of date like in his youth it was here and now. Seneschal Blethen was right about what horse to back. Information was becoming one of the true currency of value.
The death of President Kennedy deeply sadden Argent, feeling kinship with the bootlegger Scion. The world seemed a little less palatable with him gone. This causes him to withdraw from public for the first time in almost hundred years in the city. He would help any who could get a hold of him and any demands from his clan but for about six years he wasn’t seen in court.
So many great men died during this era Argent fell into a deep depression almost stopped fighting against his beast. Every death he took personally, Malcolm X, Martian Luther King jr, Robert Kennedy. The things the media did you King in the last months of his life as everyone turned away from his message to have it ended with the assassination made the injustice even more painful.
Every morning he would sit watching the night sky get lighter and lighter, where is the utopia that was promised, when will the race of wake up and see the truth, every morning he would flee the sun minutes at first then less and less time before the sun raised over the horizon. Shutting the door telling himself “One more night, I’ll give the world one more night.” Before sinking into the ground to sleep the dreamless sleep.
1969
There’s a knock on the haven’s door. “Go away, I’m not seeing visitors at this time” the reply comes muffled and in Romani “Open the door Cousin. Do not leave me cold on your doorstep.” Argent grumbles and shuffles over to the door and unlocks it. Maya flows in like life and happiness all in one. (rom) “You are sad, why are you sad? Are not the flowers blooming and the bees buzzing? You have turned inward too much they you no longer can see outward.”
“Thank you Maya for visiting me, I am not fit for company. Every time I hope for humanity it disappoints me, so many good men dead because they had a message that people weren’t ready to hear.” Argent flings himself into a over stuff leather chair in front of three color televisions, turned to different channels.
Maya’s laugh fills the room and she says with a slight spin “Oh poor, sad Professor. Seen so much, knows so little. The world is waking up once again, songs are being sang and love is in the air. Can’t you feel it?” she hands a buttercup to him, bright yellow and freshly picked “A lovely girl gave this to me on the way over hear. Just handed it to me and said ‘May peace be in your heart.’ You see grumpy old man the youth will save this country. “ Argent takes the plant and gives is a hard look over his glasses “A weed will save the world?”
Maya with a smile on her face replies “No you silly man, you’re not getting the message, you watch your boxes but you don’t get the signal. Peace and love are in the air Man, Times are a changin’ just like Bob says. Either you embrace them and let them embrace you or meet the sun like you been wanting to. I would miss you Cousin.”
The proto flower child does another spin and her skirts flare out as she collapses across the arms of the chair and The Professor. She plucks the weed from his fingers and lightly bops him on the nose with it saying “You need to get out and see the world again. I hear rumors of this far out concert going to be going on in New York, the state not city, and I totally think we should go. If it doesn’t make you feel better I promise never to bother you again” The Gangrel sighs “You know I can see your crossed fingers right?” She answers with a laugh holding up her slender left hand “Oh this?” more laughter and almost as quickly as she came in she was gone. Only signs that she was there was the hint of jasmine and the buttercup laying on the ground.
Argent leans over and picks up the weed and puts it on the table and says “Maybe it is time.”
Professor Sylvester Argent decides to gather a few kindred together and hirers a private jet to fly them from Seattle to Woodstock. He flies from Seatac to the Kingston-Ulster Airport on August 14th 1969. Finding a hotel for his guests proved to be a little more of a challenge since all hotels were booked. It was pretty easy to use the old standby “I want your room, Will you take five hundred dollars for it?”
It was the best time of Argent’s unlife. He would just earth meld at the concert at the last second and rise when the sun went down. Easy to do unnoticed if you know the trick of it (doing it under platforms also helps) He was there for five nights before they got back on the jet to fly back home under the cover of darkness. Sitting there mud stained and near deaf, he still could feel the music .
Sweetwater, Bert Sommer, Tim Hardin, Ravi Shankar, Melanie, Arlo Guthrie, Joan Baez, Canned Heat, Mountain, Grateful Dead, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Janis Joplin with The Kozmic Blues Band, Sly and the Family Stone, The Who, Ten Years After, The Band, Johnny Winter, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Were all seen by Argent that weekend.
1970 - 1980
Argent reappears on the court scene after almost a decade of reclusion. He slowly moves his chain of illegal casinos to be more legitimate night clubs and music venues (Most still have a small high end illegal casino connected to them.)
Different clubs served different venues, Punk, Rock, Folk, any band could book one of Argent’s clubs. Always welcoming to help out struggling bands and always happy to do favors for agents or managers. However if he ever felt he was being taken advantage of or being lied to he would burn that group/person to the ground.
With the deaths of Jimi, Janis, and Jim, the music scene moved away from psychedelic rock towards metal and progressive rock. Elvis’s death in 1977 and Lennon’s in 1980 both are days of mourning for Argent.
1981 – 1999
Word started to spread around the court that if anyone was low on blood they could go to The Professor and he would be able to score some for them. He was always discreet and charged reasonable rates always saying “I would rather help someone out then watch them be beheaded for breaking one of the rules.”
Nearly twenty years fly by and The Professor hardly notices, time flies always.