#emem louis

[holly-bearie]

i miss playing swansong for the first time :(

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Escalate (3)

After some consideration Galeb decides to not follow the Beckoning. Hazel is quick to act and entrusts him with a new task for the Camarilla.

Spoilers for all of Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,631

Link to Chapter 1 Chapter 2

on Ao3

Can't you feel Electricity It's dripping through my veins The syzygy It's twisting me endlessly, endlessly

Like you don't know what they said a couple of nights ago But you didn't hear that one

Galeb was ravenous. Although his skin colour had faded to grey the moment he had walked the secretary back inside the club, the whole act had pushed him to his limits.

As he looked at the woman seated next to him, it hit him suddenly. He felt it in his whole being. It was his Ventrue nature that was making him so tense around her, giving him these visceral reactions. He craved her blood; the purity, the class. And the fact that he could not have it only intensified his desire.

“The usual?” Emem asked with a cocky grin as she stepped closer to them.

“Yes. And a gin and tonic for her.” he answered.

As Emem was about to turn around, Galeb rose from his seat.

“I must excuse myself, Cyrene.” he said, “I will be back momentarily.”

Emem turned back towards Galeb, he overcame the distance between them.

“I need a real drink” he spoke through clenched teeth. Drained of vitae, the beast in him had become far too impatient.

“Did you not eat before coming here?”

“I did” he hissed, “I didn’t think it would take that much convincing.”

“Well I don’t have anything for you. Go and serve yourself.” Emem hissed back. “Be careful with what you pick though.”

Without another word he disappeared into the darker corners of the club. His mind was racing, consumed by the desire for only one thing. But it could not just be anyone and he had to be careful it was not a ghoul. So he lurked in the dark, watched the prey and fellow predators. His gaze wandered back and forth between people, then fell back onto Cyrene. Her blood was perfect, truly, but he could not risk it. A soft growl escaped him. His trained senses made him aware of a human not bound to anyone. A man in a business suit -- dark brown hair, swept back, an expensive silver brand watch around his wrist, the old money kind not the electronic touchscreen trash -- walked towards the restrooms. Galeb followed him at once.

A deep sigh of relief escaped him as he regained his composure and left the stall with the man behind. He centered himself as he adjusted the collar of his shirt in the washroom, making sure his clothes had not been soiled during this moment of weakness. A quick glance reassured him of the fact that the bathroom stall doors were closed and the Kindred walked off.

“I made a bit of a mess in the men’s washroom” he confessed discreetly once he had arrived back at the bar.

“Ugh” Emem rolled her eyes, “Seriously?”

“He’s alive.” he reassured her firmly, “Just some stains on the floor.”

“I’ll have someone get it.” she sighed and shook her head in disapproval.

Galeb noticed their drinks that had been served as he lowered himself onto the bar seat next to his new acquaintance.

“I’m so sorry I made you wait.” he spoke softly.

“Oh don’t worry about that at all.” Cyrene replied with a smile towards him, her demeanour friendly, less suspicious. Now it seemed like a perfectly normal thing that this man wanted to get to know her.

“I’ve been thinking” Galeb spoke, “We should spend more time with each other until you feel comfortable with me. And then you could introduce me to Mr. Hartwell.”

Cyrene set down her glass that she drank from.

“I would like that. I think that might work.” she answered. Galeb could feel that she was honest, even less careful than before. His dominance over her mind was still apparent.

“You think?” Galeb checked. “You’re not sure?”

“I don’t know. I will have to make sure he doesn’t feel suspicious about anything that you do.” she answered.

“Maybe it’s better you manage our assets. Inofficially at least.” the Kindred suggested.

“Oh I can’t do that” she laughed casually, “I’m not in that position.”

“You give yourself far too little credit, Cyrene.” Galeb spoke, his influence over her strong.

“Maybe.” she chuckled, “But I can’t be doing anything like that behind his back.”

“Do you have access to his clients’ files?”

“I do.” she responded, “In case of emergencies. Or an urgent meeting that he doesn’t agree to.”

“What about confidentiality? How much trust does he have in you?"

"A lot. I don’t want to betray him. I wouldn’t-- I can’t--” There was a certain agitation in her voice, like her own will that struggled against Galeb’s influence.

“It’s okay” he calmed her with a soft voice, his eyes flashing just for a second. “You’re safe. You are not betraying Hartwell. Everything is alright.”

She visibly calmed again, her breathing and heartbeat normalizing. The Kindred watched her fingers wrap around the glass and drink from it again. He leaned over, his body turned towards her.

“Where does he live?”

Slowly her gaze was drawn from her glass towards Galeb. A smile formed on his lips before she could even answer.

“Where do you live?”

With his head lowered Galeb returned to Hazel’s quarters.

“What is it? You don’t look like you have good news for me.” Hazel spoke, behind her was the moon shining in through the tall windows, the light being reflected on the sleek surface of her desk.

Galeb sighed, shaking his head before speaking.

“It’s not the best news. Hartwell has turned into a recluse. He doesn’t take any new clients it seems. And the secretary,  Roberts, she is very careful. I think I can gain her trust but it will take some time.”

“Unfortunate news” Hazel spoke and turned around towards the windows, her arms crossed in front of her chest, her gaze lowered. “Is that all?”

“My Prince, forgive me the suggestion, but would it not be easier to find someone else?”

“No. I want Hartwell” she insisted, “All others out there are not malleable enough. I’ve seen the prospects.”

“This will not be easy.” Galeb suggested.

“But once we have him, he is ours. We can use his paranoia against him.” Hazel explained, turning around again.

“What if we use just the secretary? She does most of his business for him these days anyway.”

“But in his name, right?”

Galeb tilted his head, watching her as she paused.

“So it will be him either way. If she has access to everything, I’m not against it.” Hazel explained, her hand outstretched in a presenting fashion, “But remember, she can’t be influenced if she is the one working with us. And Emem told me you already forced your will onto her.”

“Of course she did.” Galeb sighed and looked down for a moment.

“Her bodyguard was at her heels and she was extremely cautious. I could not let her go just like that.”

“Galeb, I’m not mad at you.” Hazel reassured gently, shaking her head. “I just want to make sure you know that going any further than that will be out of the question. Especially if you choose her as the one to work with us.”

“We will never get our hands on Hartwell.”

“You don’t know that” Hazel disagreed with her voice a tone higher, trying to persuade him. “Maybe we just have to be careful and watch Roberts and Walker for a while. Why don’t you become friends with them?”

Galeb coughed up a laugh.

“You say that like it’s so easy.”

“You’ve done it before.” Hazel reminded him. “Just go slow.”

The pressure of her gaze made the man look away.

“Have you set up another appointment with her?”

“I have. I was worried she would not let me meet her again if she wasn’t under the influence of my power.” Galeb confessed.

“Smart move. I am sure you will be able to make her trust you and then in no time, she will be introducing you to Hartwell, you will see. Or, she will the one handling our finances. Your choice.”

“Would you at least consider giving this task to somebody else? Anyone else, in fact. Emem Louis could do this easily with her connections to the--”

“No” Hazel responded firmly. “It has to be you. Emem doesn’t even come close to you in strength. You can protect these people if anything happens. Don’t you think they will be swarmed with ghouls and other agents soon enough? You can sense them. You’re the only one I can rely on for this task.”

Galeb sighed in defeat.

“I hadn’t considered that.”

“I know it’s hard for you. She’s probably all a Ventrue like you could want in a vessel.” Hazel chuckled. Galeb’s eyes widened.

“It’s not-- it’s not that. That’s not a problem at all.”

“Oh come on now. Don’t be shy about this. We’re birds of a feather, you and me.” she reaffirmed with a smile. “Go downstairs to the lounge and have a drink. Ask Sylvia for what I had them prepare for you. It will relax you. I know your type.”

Galeb stood in shock, at a loss for words but finally spoke, unable to decline.

“Thank you, my Prince.”

“And then focus. We need these people.”

“Of course, my Prince.”

The following night a black car with tinted windows was parked in front a high-rise apartment complex at 10:30 pm. The front doors of the building opened and Cyrene walked out into the night. Her steps brought her to the car, she overlooked the license plate quickly before she opened the back door from the side of the pedestrian walkway. She climbed in, greeting the man that was sitting inside with a smile.

[yusukeswaifu]

COMMED RIEN LOUIS FOR A RENDER OF EMEMS AS PRINCESSS!!!!

[thejadedking]

Prince Galeb Bazory's Primogen:

Emem Louis ( Toreador )

Dajan Siaka ( Tremere )

Richard Dunham ( Malkavian )

Berel Underwood ( Ventrue )

[thejadedking]

"Mm. Not all of them." Maybe he could agree to that, even if it was rather reluctantly. It took more than a little reminding that they did have their uses other than being a general nuisance to the world and the creatures that walked its soil, and not purely because they were the Kindred's literal life source, their 'juice bags' as he'd heard Neonates call them. They were vital for day-to-day activities while Galeb and his kind remained in the darkness, eternally resigned to the night.

"I welcome your counsel." The Prince was quick to say on the matter, his brow furrowing in the middle as he seemed to ponder the thought just a moment longer.

Though as Lestat continued, luring his gaze once more as he looked to his fellow Kindred by his side. "Emem Louis..." He mused with the slightest of smiles, looking out towards the city of Boston once more. "Be careful. She is as cunning as she is beautiful. A fact that I trust you are already aware of." As was everyone else, of course. "You have my blessing."

Lestat nodded, moving slowly to his Prince and beloved friend who took him into this new regime of vampirism.

"Oui, I agree. I just mean, not all humans are evil or like the SI. I've lived among them in New Orleans for many decades. Dijon and I have that in common it would seem." He smiled slightly and stood beside Galeb looking at the full moon.

"I trust You. I wouldn't be here if I didn't. I hope that you can trust my judgment and opinion. But I do not wish to overstep."

He scratched the back of his neck and clears his throat, "On another note, I wanted to ask Emem for a commitment and wondered if you'd give a blessing or any advice." He turned to face his friend and Prince.

@thejadedking

[mejev]

finally, three of them 🌹🩸

swansong is awesome, please play it

[aoitakumi8148]

“I can’t... anymore.”

If there’s a reason to stay, it doesn’t apply to the Prince of Boston. If the ventrue speaks, let it be the truth, If he has to protect a thing, let it be his own flesh at first, not some abstract x self-declared leader’s wishlist. 

Have seen numerous magnificent creatures before, but Galeb... is a different breed.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

E: The Characters

Effie Guns Akimbo | Effie Morales Power Book 2: Ghost | Effie White Dreamgirls | Effie Williams Sparkle | Efi Oladele Overwatch | Ela I AM | Elektra Abundance Pose | Elena Street Fighter | Elena Abbott Abbott 1973 | Elena Felton Killing Eve | 

Elida Al Feyr Vagrant Queen | Elise Abadeer Adventure Time | Eliza Skullgirls | Eliza Zambi Disney’s Zombies | Elizabeth Henshaw/Sara Evers The Haunted Mansion | Ella McFair Run the World | Élodie Rakoto Dead by Daylight | Elzora Eve’s Bayou | Eme Black Sails | Emem Louis Vampire: The Masquerade | Emily Bennett The Vampire Diaries |  

Emily West Texas Rising | Enchantress DC’s Legends of Tomorrow | Enid OK KO! Let’s Be Heroes | Epiphany Proudfoot Angel Heart | Erica Sinclair Stranger Things | Erica Wang Captain Underpants | Erin Cortland Incognito | Erisa Magambo Doctor Who | Esi Jiwe DC Universe | Essun The Broken Earth Series | 

Esther Hopkins Twelve Forever | Ethel Peabody Gotham | Eva Dandridge Deliver Us From Eva | Eva Fletcher The Quad | Eva Sanchez The Purge: Anarchy | Evangeline Williamson One Life to Live | Eve Batiste Eve’s Bayou | Eve Doll Life Size | Eve Moneypenny James Bond Franchise | Eve Stone The Premise | 

Eve Vincent Hit the Floor | Evie Jackson The Invitation 2022 | Evita Fusilier Cloak and Dagger | Extra Extra P Valley |

[qprecords]

Monsanto GEMA #2

05.07.2019 (Fri)   21h- (sharp)

@West Germany (Skalitzerstr.133 Berlin)

Fabiola (PRT)

Fabiola is a multi talented artist. Singer, actress, composer, dancer and performer, she is also a sculpturer born in Viana do Castelo,

Marcello Busato(IT) + Amelie Legrand (FR)

Marcello S. Busato

Milano 1977

Drummer / Percussionist, composer and performer. Since 2002 he lives in Berlin, where he starts collaborations with many musicians exploring different musical styles but focusing especially on experimental music, free jazz, noise and radical improvisation. Versatile drummer, he uses many objects and selected percussions to create a very personal sound. Member of the quartet Sink with Andrea Ermke, Arthur Rother and Chris Abrahams, the trio Votomt with Ignaz Schick and Louis Rastig, the duo XING/Busato with Wojtek Bajda he also performed with Tobias Delius,Els Vandeweyer, Christian Meaas Svendsen, Pacho Dávila, Leonid Soybelman, Philippe Lemoine, Mat Pogo, Misha Marks, Jealousy Party, Christof Kurzmann, Margareth Kammerer, G.W.Sok, Axel Dörner, Martí Guillem, Alfonso Munoz among others. He composed and performed music for the radio, cinema, theater and dance. Some Label : Trost, Impro music from japan, Acid cobra, Solaris empire, Mikroton.

https://soundcloud.com/marcello-s-busato

Amélie Legrand is a French cellist and composer currently based in Berlin, Germany. She is active within many different musical scenes, including noise rock, Arabic music, free improvisation and film score composition. She is dedicated to exploring the cello to its fullest potential and collaborating with various performers and artists.

https://amelielegrand.jimdo.com/

Thiebault Imm

Thiébault Imm, born 1982 is a french guitarist currently living in Berlin.

Graduated from the Strasbourg Conservatory of Music and the M.A.I. music school from Nancy, France.

His work focuses on the electric guitar, played with or without preparations. Trying to expend the vocabulary of this instrument into new musical forms.

He performs in various projects going from free improvised music to noise rock. He’s also active in the fields of electronic, noise and experimental music by using devices such as no-input mixers, drum machines, cassette recorders and contact microphones.

He played those last 12 years through all Europe, Scandinavia, Japan and released many audio material with the different projects his involved.

Since 2012 he’s part of the Multiversal collective from Berlin and the R.P.T. collective from Nancy.

https://fr-fr.facebook.com/multiversalberlin/

https://www.facebook.com/reactionpowertrio/

https://soundcloud.com/thiebault-imm

ememe

A composer,improviser and DJ from Japan,based in Berlin. As an improviser,he plays psychedelic noisy sound scape with electronics.

Also he plays more industrial sounds with junk metal percussions and DIY instruments.

https://soundcloud.com/amogano-a-k-a-ememe

[capsulecomputers]

Vampire The Masquerade - Swansong Gameplay

Join us for our latest gameplay for Vampire The Masquerade - Swansong as we complete the first chapter "scene 01" with all three characters, Emem Louis, Leysha Malkavain and Galeb Bazory. They are all summoned by the Prince (Prince Iversen) to investigate a code red alert that has thrown the Boston Court into turmoil.

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Based on the cult role-playing game and developed by specialists in the genre, Vampire: The Masquerade – Swansong is a narrative RPG in which your every choice determines the fate of the three main characters and of the Boston Camarilla.

Vampire The Masquerade - Swansong Developer: Big Bad Wolf Publisher: Nacon Platform: Windows Release Date: 05 May, 2022 Price: $69.95 AUD

Available now on Epic Games Store - https://store.epicgames.com/en-US/p/vampire-the-masquerade-swansong

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

Escalate (7)

After some consideration Galeb decides to not follow the Beckoning. Hazel is quick to act and entrusts him with a new task for the Camarilla.

Spoilers for all of Vampire the Masquerade: Swansong.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,747

Link to Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

on Ao3

Heavy is the head that wears the crown Handed on a plate but I love the chase

You don’t wanna dare bite the hand that feeds ya

Galeb scoffed as he recognized the woman, his feral instincts calming.

“You’re not so delirious that your senses aren’t working anymore, good.” Emem mocked, the hint of a grin on her lips.

“What are you doing here? Who sent you?” His tone was professional, although with a sense of hostility in it.

“Sent me?” She tilted her head at him. “I am a lover of the fine arts as you know. And tea ceremony is one among them. I did not take you for a connoisseur though.”

“Why hide then if you’re not here on business?”

“Is it just me or are you more tense than usual tonight?” she questioned in a teasing manner, her voice a pitch higher. “Fine, so followed you. Got curious about your retainer, but didn’t want to make it too obvious. ”

“She is not my retainer.”

“Oh. Good to know.” Emem spoke softly.

He sighed, looking away. He should have known.

“Get out of my sight, Diva.” he commanded.

“Don’t worry, I’m gone already.” she yielded, nothing but thin smoke remaining in her wake.

Galeb pushed the elevator button and waited. Internally he cursed himself. She had not been here by chance, that much was obvious. He knew the Herald, just as well as he knew the Prince. It was nothing but praise and sweet reassurance that he could take as much time as needed, but in reality they had started to doubt him, they had become impatient; so impatient they had sent someone after him to watch his every move. Trust was indeed hard to come by. He could hardly believe that the Prince had started to question his moves. But to send Emem Louis? Stepping inside the cabin, he thought about her words, how she had seen him with his guard down. He snarled in disgust while the elevator descended. She must have been in the same room with them, he realized.

At his arrival in the lobby he walked towards Cyrene who got up from her seat at once. Together with his ghoul they walked to his car. After they had dropped her off, Galeb felt weakened. Once again he felt the hunger pangs, just like after every night he spent with her.

In the wake of their farewell he arrived at a luxurious hotel downtown. He had promised the Prince to drop by at an event that was held as a second attempt of the reunification party, although on a much smaller scale. Iversen had after all secured the blood trade with the Hartford Chantry, although the trust once given had eroded and some ties had been severed. As he knew her, these days she wanted to be rather safe than sorry.

“Looks like Siaka hasn’t come.” Emem casually remarked towards Hazel as they stood at a cocktail table. Her black suit presented a sharp contrast against her fair complexion. It gave the Prince an aura of dominance and fearlessness, especially given the fact that the other women around her were clad in more vibrant colours.

“Yes, he has-- … Galeb” Hazel’s gaze was drawn to the man who had casually approached them, her tone friendly and upbeat suddenly. “I’m very glad you could make it. I was almost worried.”

“As promised, my Prince.”

“I know you would never neglect your duties.” the Prince remarked, then stretched her hand out, pointing around the place in an inviting fashion. “Please, grab a drink. Enjoy yourself.”

“I come just to oversee things, as discussed. There’s no need to accommodate me.” he reassured.

“Oh come on now” Emem, still standing next to the Prince on the other side, rolled her eyes. But she spoke no further word as Hazel’s gaze met hers for a moment. It had the power to silence, after all. The Prince turned towards Galeb again.

“I’ve already given my speech. So far everything is under control. Not all of the members of the Chantry are here.”

“Precautions I would guess.”

“I would guess so too.” Hazel spoke with a certain disappointment in her voice, just short of a sigh. “In any case, enjoy yourself.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” Galeb knew it was no opportunity to talk business, at least not about his. These parties were for show. Influence, power, connections. Sometimes gossip. Who was he trying to convince -- it always involved gossip. Exchanging secrets that later could be used for some political agenda or another. It was not his game. Not tonight at least.

“Bazory. Glad you could make it.” April spoke as she approached the three, her face not showing any hints of a smile despite her almost affectionate tone. She leaned over towards the Prince, whispering something. Hazel nodded, setting her glass down on the tall table.

“I have something to attend to, but I will surely see you around later.” she announced and walked ahead. Both pairs of heels clicked against the glazed white floor that showed faint reflections of the two women walking off, leaving Galeb and Emem behind. He shot her a glance. The corners of her mouth creased slightly, her eyebrows raised expectantly. It was the kind of gaze that told him she was ready to hear him out but would not start a conversation. The man walked off wordlessly. There was no point after all.

He detested these parties. It was always the most decadent of the most decadent, and if not on open display like the vessel that was just close to being sucked dry on a nearby couch in the corner, then it was something even worse behind closed doors. Doors he did not want to open, not even peek into. But there had often been cases when it had been his duty. Out of politeness he had taken a glass when next to the prince, but he could not stand the concoction. On top of that, the decadent display of seemingly endless blood supply. At the next table that he passed, he put the glass down again, deciding to watch the room from a darker and more quiet corner. He was hungry of course. But the display of all the excess, the vessels infused with various drugs, no doubt prepared by Richard Dunham with deliberate precision, made his stomach churn. He was a really picky eater anyway, but had he not been, it would have still sickened him. At this kind of buffet the mere presence of the guests and their taste made him lose appetite.

He should have become used to it long ago. He was used to it. Something had changed. It made him thoughtful. He had tasted innocence, a sense of hope and purity for too long. It had tainted him in a twisted way, a way that could not stand the sight of these carefully prepared vessels anymore.

“Ah, Galeb. We were just talking about you.”

Speak of the devil. Richard Dunham caught him just when he was passing through the room.

“We?”

“Yes, the Prince and I. That reminds me, did you enjoy the vessel I prepared for you?”

Galeb was taken aback momentarily, remembering the night.

“But of course.” he answered automatically. Richard must have known he could not answer in any other way, given that it was a gift by the Prince. He also most have known that he could have not possibly refused. What he could not know and could merely suspect was that Galeb hated this unnatural charade. He preferred a clean hunt, albeit the time he took watching his prey was unusually long and strangely intimate at times.

Richard’s face remained unmoved and Galeb ran a hand through his hair in an impatient manner, unusual for him.

“I enjoyed the subtle traces of caffeine. Not too strong, just barely a kick.”

“Ahh, I knew you would.” Richard spoke triumphantly. “I was thinking if you ever come by the Red Salon, we could look for something more refined for you.”

“Thank you, Richard, that is very kind. But I’m quite busy at the moment.” he declined politely. Of course this was all politics. Richard tried to make himself useful, the new Red Salon had been decided to be a much smaller space. Funds were directed elsewhere after what had happened at the old location. Galeb knew all too well that if Richard found a way for him to approve of the Salon, he could convince the Prince of further funding of his research, which must have been proven increasingly difficult after the loss of Leysha. He could not blame Richard. The man just tried to get by doing what he deemed needed to be done.

“I understand. But all the more, I could offer something that is more refreshing during these trying times. When I heard about Xu Feng-- That must have been a difficult situation.”

Galeb’s features turned sour. He had hoped the topic would not be brought up anymore but it seemed the Doctor had different plans in mind; possibly even to rile him up on purpose.

“And I’m very sorry about Leysha. It must have been painful to lose her.”

“Oh well” Richard sighed now, “It might be for the better in some ways.”

Galeb remained unfazed but the Doctor’s tone carried some empathy, causing him to think that maybe he had misjudged him for a moment.

“Either way, I would be happy to see you at the new location when you can find the time.”

“I really do not think I will be able to make it.” Galeb declined politely. He had enough and decided to cut it short at last. “Regardless, thank you for the invitation and I wish you a pleasant evening.”

“Likewise.” Richard responded. “But Galeb, just one more thing -- if you ever need my help, or anything really, please. Do not ever hesitate to reach out.”

There was a softness around him, almost that of a whelp, that he was not used to seeing. It was becoming clear that he had lost influence in the Court.

“Of course, Richard.”

As he looked up, he saw Prince Iversen leave a secluded room, nodding towards Delsin who was guarding the doors. Discreetly she wiped the corner of her mouth, her lipstick remained slightly smudged. She shot Galeb a glance, a subtle grin on her lips before she disappeared behind a different door.

[yusukeswaifu]

EMEMS NATION !!!!

ANOTHER GENESIS EMEMS AND ALICIAB COMMISSION BY RIEN LOUIS WEHJHH WEHHH

[onlyexplorer]

we played it, impressions on this narrative RPG

we played it, impressions on this narrative RPG

The adventure will offer us to play three vampires alternately, including Emem Louis from the Toreador clan and Leysha from the Malkavian clan. But it is Galeb Bazory of the Ventrue clan that we have been able to take in hand for the moment. At the controls of this handsome, bearded dark-haired man, we went up and down, across and several times in a row the second chapter of the game. Without…

[minasemdia]

Núcleo da Escola Municipal Efigênio Mota abre 300 vagas para a educação infantil

Núcleo da Escola Municipal Efigênio Mota abre 300 vagas para a educação infantil

A educação em João Monlevade segue avançando. Para atender a demanda de crianças que vão começar os estudos, a Prefeitura vai estender as atividades da Escola Municipal Efigênio Mota (Emem), abrindo um novo núcleo com 300 vagas. A unidade será instalada no prédio onde funcionava a Escola Estadual Louis Ensch, no bairro José Elói. O local está em fase final de reforma para receber crianças do…

[aoitakumi8148]

“...Still I lie in the wreckage, fragments tearing my skin into the scars that I betray...”

[swansong-archive]

EMEM LOUIS, GALEB BAZORY AND LEYSHA Images from their introductory section, Boston by Night sourcebook, 2022