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It was a lousy nite and Bridget knew it wasn't about to get any better.... the rain
beat down on her face and Duster as she walked past through the crowds of people, who made up the masses of New York City. She just happened to be in a
part of New York where the masses would kill you for your sneakers if you were
stupid enough.
It was the middle of the month and Bridget needed cash to cover next month's
expenses so she took on an odd job now and again for Eddie Sullivan; bailbonds
man. He had talked her into taking this 'Skip' ; so her she was going to put her butt
in a sling getting this guy. She made it to his girlfriend's last known address and went up the step and into the building. "The place was a sewer"....the stench almost made her wretch.. and She continued up the stairs to the third floor and moved down the corridor.
Bridget did one last com-link check with Sanchez to make sure there would be a ride down on the street when she and her charge got there...So far ..so good. She made it to the door and tested the door to see if it was locked; it was. She
positioned herself kicked the door almost off its' hinges and she went in. "The woman seemed to be drunk or on something or both" thought Bridget. The man
was reaching across the bed for something....Bridget moved fast and pinned the
man to the bed and brought out the 'cuffs' and then jerked him to his feet...
There on the bed-stand was a .38; she picked it up and took it with her..the woman
had regained enough of her senses to get up and smack Bridget with a lamp.
Bridget just smacked her and down she went... she commed Sanchez that she was on her way down with her package for Eddie.
Sanchez rolled up to the apartment building just as Bridget and her 'guest' came out. The "Skipper' was none to happy about the whole thing and cursed and spit at
Bridget and Sanchez... It was a 20 minute ride to the nearest precinct and one,
Jeremy Sands was in thier custody and Bridget and Sanchez were 5,000 richer.

((going to residential district))

Arceli was walking home when she was attacked by a man with a knife. He grabbed her and she let him think he'd overpowered this poor defenseless girl. "Handbag... Give it me, quick." he said and she began to comply, But as she was about to give it to him She dropped it on the floor and kneed him in the groin before he had time to react. He let go of her and she grabbed his knife hand with both of hers, twisted it, spun around him and then wrenched his wrist as high as his neck, driving him forewards and down onto his knees. She wrenches it again and the man whimpers, and drops the knife. She leans foreward and whispers in his ear, "I'm a real b***h" though he doesn't know how true that is. She lays a knee on his back and braces him there with it while she pops his shoulder out of it's socket. She then drops him, picks up her hand bag and walks away. Humming a little tune that sounded something like Veruka's Tantrum song from the origional Willy Wonka movie.

((There is an apartments thread, but I'm sure no one will mind you living in the City. Also, you can't start a thread without Moderater permission, first.))

Farsite watches sitting on the concrete in the shadows as a young woman recklessly drives past on her two-wheeled vehicle. A thought crosses his mind on possibly acquiring one.

The vampire pressed his cigaarette against the wall as he heard rushed footsteps. His eyes, which were attuned to darkness, saw a woman with in a brown trenchcoat and long, blond hair rush through the alley with her work briefcase. Just before she could pass him, he stepped into the moonlight, blocking her path. "Well, good evening ma'am," he said softly, his tone cold.

The woman jumped and dropped her breifcase as he suddenly moved out of the shadows. She was trembling slightly, nervous of being stopped in the middle of an empty alley. "Eh.... er... Hello... Do I know you?"

"Here, let me get that," Daragio said in reply, ignoring her question. He bent low and picked up her breifcase. Standing up, he held it in front of her. "Here you go ma'am."

"Er... Thank you," she replied hesitantly. "I'm sorry... but I most be going now." She turned around and took a step, but when she turned, she saw that he was in front of her. He face was one of pure fear. She turned around again, and with a quick swish, he was in front of her once again.

"I'm sorry ma'am... but I'm very hungry," he said quickly, his lips curling into a cold smile. Two of his upper teeth seemed to grow in size rapidly, until they were fang sized. The woman couldn't believe what she was seeing. She let out a scream, but just as she did, he plunched wrapped his arms around her and bit into her neck, sucking out her precious blood.

When he had taken his fill, he let the body fall lump on the floor, then dragged it into the shadow, behind a trash can. She soon would become one of the children of the night. Placing his hands into his jacket pocket, he walked out of the alley.

Jax stands next to a die hard hot dog vender buying some food. He munches on it after paying and giving the nice man a $15 tip. Jax eats his 13 hotdogs happily.

He heard a scream and smelt two different scents, blood, and Echo. "Echo, Echo, Echo." He jogged over to where she was not bothing with being sneaky. "What a messy appetite you have young lady."