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"s**t! s**t! s**t!" Grimm yelled as the stampede of people came rushing out. "Alright lets go-Huh?" Thats when Grimm saw one of the cult members only a fifteen year old boy get slammed by a truck. "NO!" Grimm pulled away from Takeshio and ran straight ahead of the stampede, manuvering around them yelling, though it was quite hard to hear "Leave without me! Go somewhere safe!-I'm going to help around here!" He said darting for the boy who was hit by the vehicle.

Grimm ran too the boy as fast as he could as a row of people came by-blocking his way "Move!" He yelled trying too move past them "DAMMIT! MOVE!" Grimm began to shove people as hard as he could aside, and eventually reached the boy. He looked at him, leaned down-and reached over to feel his pulse. There was however a strange tattoo on his neck-a tattoo of some strange trianglar diamon with rope-it was hard to explain. The moment he touched it-he felt something strange.

He appeared in a strange place-he couldn't remember correctly-everything was black and people were there. Yet the people, couldn't be told apart-they seemed to be all shilloutees. "What-what is this?" There in the middle sat two men at a table. One of them, had some kind of rope or chains around his neck and wrists. They seemed to be having a conversation. "Who the? Where the hell am I?" But none of the shilloutees could respond to him-as if he was a ghost. He couldn't understand their conversation but he only heard one sentence from the chained man it was dark "You will attack them...and you will leave no survivors-or you'll face the consequinces." Grimm felt dizzy watching the scene, the other man at the table-said something as if he disliked the idea. "Attacking? What hell are they talking about." The man with chains sat up and moved his arm to the right sending the table flying in the air by itself. Thus he placed one hand on the mans head-and he began to shake violenty he said some words, and the other man fell down. One of the shilloutees attacked the man who did what he did too the other man. Instead, the chained guy grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ground head first...Blood seeped out of the wound. Thats when all the other shilloutees attacked, the chained man just jumped and seemed to have dissapeared in the air.

Grimm began to cough violenty and twirled around-realizing he was back in the city, by the dying kid. What the hell was that?-No-thats just another weird thing I'll worry about later. Right now I need to save this kid-take him too Fang.

((I just wrote everything you told me, too write CAPTAIN MAYURI KUROTSUCHI just tell me if I messed up on something and I'll correct it, Right man?))

"YEEE-HAAWWW Bitches!!!" Rot yelled out in enjoyment, a plastic bag wrapped around his wrist. He looked at the others in good nature "Got the booze, my peoples. Looks like were gonna have a fun ******** time!" Rot, even with the grin could be seen as a deformed freak-Half his face had been seared by unknown causes and his other cheek was nothing but a gaping hole revealing the teeth on that side of his face. The more he moved the more the hunting knives chained to his belt clanged together. The wind was powerful, blowing his long seared hair in the wind-at least the long hair on the right side of his scalp. "So my people. Who brought the suger this time? Well?!" Rot almost snorted as he thought of what he just said. Someone better of had brought the snuff, or Rot would have to run out and mow down some idiotic drug dealer.

"Took long enough...I thought I had to go out and do your dirty work again, figured you found some lucky b*****d and decided to go for a joy ride on him." He stated, watching the schitzo attack Rot. Tripp rolled his eyes at her, "You're a freak, Arly." In the same time he had a slight grin on his face, "Hey share, try downing anymore. I dare you." He had his foot propped up against the walls of an elder building, leaning against it with his arms cross infront of him. Tripp glanced around. There was no one by. This must have been one of the more empty areas of the usual popular city, Los Angeles, city of angels. But from the round-down area, Tripp highly doubted that this city had much angels. In fact, she might be the only angel. He thought turning in the direction of where she'd be showing up with the crystals. With a swift move of his hand, he brushed half the red hair out off of his eye and adjusted the black patch over his right eye. They were just in an alley, about half a block away from some bar that was pretty much vacant.

((start back in about 2hours, so a little after nine?))

"Calm down there little girl! Theres enough booze for everyone!" Rot tried to grab her and toss her off, but he decided the next best thing. "You really want one? You really really want one? Okay." Rot reached into the bag and pulled a bottle of booze out "You can have it!" He smashed it over Arly's head and threw her off his back. "Damn girl. You really need to be patient." Rot looked over at Tripp "******** you Mr. Trippy. You can trust me a bit more you know. Last time was just one of few isolated incidents where a good hunt was needed. Though, I know not to keep you good old people waiting." Rot then chuckled when Alexis finally showed herself "Theres a good partner...I can see you got a good amount. I don't care what Tripp says behind your back-Your okay by me." Rot handed the bag to Tripp "You wanna take that for me? Don't feel like drinking tonight...Well, Don't feel like drinking booze tonight that is."

“Freak shows is what Arly wishes for?” Axel questioned, jumping off the rusted metal staircase of the apartments behind them and landing directly behind her. “If that’s so she doesn’t have to look far.” He cocked his body out to the side and his head further so he was sticking sideways out from behind her to look at the others. He grinned wildly at Alexis. “What did Rot send you for this time?” His eyes seemed to light up as he asked this.

"Oh of course I can trust you, Rot. You're the only one I do trust. Buddy oh pal of mine." Tripp made this obvious disgusted smirk to him, emphasizing his sardonic tone. He looked at Arly after she was smashed in the head. "Nevermind, the both of you are freaks." He muttered, taking the bottle as Rot forced it in his hands. Tripped clipped the cap off and took a swing anyways before holding it out towards Axel. "Just checking the scenes, Ax?" Like he'd do anything vital or useful. It was probably just another 'I'm bored' moment thus Axel wanted to do something instead of waiting. "Find anything worth mentioning? And Alexis just got Rot's coke."