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Kashkin was almost jogging, his walking pace quite a bit faster than normal. He was wounded, and that meant he could be a potential target for... well, anything. Who knew? Kashkin had bad luck, yet good luck at the same time. When put together, you just get a whole mess of chaos and explosions and it gets hard to tell who is who and which way is up.

Well, besides Kashkin. That was probably the best time where he could reign, gaining a big advantage over others. He just THINKS everyone is a vampire. That way, assuming everyone is the enemy, you can't be caught off guard, can you?

Good tactic. Bit crazy, though.

He kept walking, almost 1/3rd of the way through the entire park, Simon close by. He was waiting for anything, looking at the trees, expecting ambush.

Never get caught off guard. Ever. That cause alone gives the other side a dangerous advantage.

Kashkin felt his chest, his black sweatshirt making the blood hard to see. It was almost gone, but the smell lingered. He needed to shower, and he also needed to get to his apartment building a.s.a.p.

His left hand was in his pocket and he was hunching over, walking almost without looking. His hair moved back and forth in front of his eyes. Who knew? He might get back home without a hitch.

So far, he recognized no one, nor saw anyone.

Good sign.

Bjorn nodded.
"Very nice, once you get past all of the church burnings in Oslo, it's actually a good place. I do not remember too much before I was turned, just the major stuff." He looked at her "You remember much?" he asked her. 'Crap!' he said in his head right as he said it. 'Whoo bold move Bjorn! Why must you be so stupid?' he said to himself again.

Kashkin nearly drew Gen and unloaded four rounds into the girl that had approached him. He sighed, letting go of the gun holstered on the back of his belt and wiped his forehead.

"Hey. Yea, I'm fine, thank ya' kindly." He put on a bit of an accent. Why? It suited him? Bah, who knows. There's no excuese nor reason. He just did.

"This here was from a butchery shop earlier on! Eh-heh! No need to worry, ma'am."

Kashkin nodded to the girl, walking backwards very slowly. He didn't want to be rude, but life and death situations were a bit stressful at times.

Ya' know?

Kashkin, feeling rather guilty, gulped. He couldn't stop. Not now. He needed to get home, and rather quickly at that.

"Sorry, miss. I really must get home and shower or else I'll smell like beef and cattle all day."

With that, Kashkin started walking backwards just a little faster, ignoring the things behind him, yet sensing for anything he might run into. He really needed a shower. It was like a vampire bug spray. Once the scent was gone, he would be home free. Ha ha! Yay freedom!

Well, he couldn't say that yet. Soon, however. Soon....

Ciara entered from the Docks, smelling the fresh scent of blood. Oddly familiar, the smell was vivid distinct. She tried to place it. It took her until seeing the man she had met earlier in the black hoodie jogging not to far from her. Hah, seems you can't get away from those who walk out on you. She woundered how well he could take apart that said aloud and that said in his head.

She waited until she was close enough before she tried anything, a couple feet away would do fine, and just incase anyone happened to be watching, she would speak aloud, it suited her fine.

"Need a hand there?"

She plastered her Italian accent on the question. She did this to see if he could pick out her voice really.

Staying a foot or two behind him, she would follow him to a distance. Grining softly, though to some it may look to be devious.

So they are vampires... Kraehe thought as she eavesdropped on this couple called Bjorn and Lindzi. Very interesting. I don't remeber seeing them at the coven....

Simon scratched the side of his head, running close to Kaskin from behind. It would only take what looked like a hostile movement to throw Simon over the edge and into a monster. That last girl nearly did it; Simon was just happy that he didn't begin swinging like a mad man. The next girl that came up in an attempt to lend a hand made Simon shake his head. What was this guy? A ******** chick magnet.

"We're good," Simon began to push Kaskin from behind to make him go faster. Nothing would be all right untill they were out of the city and in Haven. At this point, everyone WAS a vampire to him. "So, you can definitely go back to what you were doing."

((Sorry, I was listening to At The Drive-In and got carried away from the computer.))

"No s**t..." Simon shook his head, still running, and still forcing Kaskin forward. His Brooklyn accent came out very harsh and angry. Well, he only spoke like that when he was angry, as opposed to when he was younger and spoke in one at all times. "He was bleedin'."

"Don't call me dear," That was second, picking up his pace with Kaskin in front of him, everyone that was un identified fully was a vampire to him. This girl could be one, and therefore Simon would perfer being out of her sight. "He's fine wit me, and I'm takin' him to get fixed up now. So, back off."