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Lindzi smirked, looking further down the path with a chuckle, the hunter from before was going to get what he deserved sooner than she had expected. Lindzi belived in the phrase that 'Revenge is a dish best served cold,' but to her, this was still luke warm. Not that she minded at all.
"I smell conflict...and an easedropper."
She said this loud enough for the girl who was listening them to hear, and turned, looking with a small smile in her direction.
"You're not very sneaky, you know."

kraehe was terribly lonely. Her friends were out and she had nothing to do or no one else to talk to.

"Ah.... AHH.... ACHOOOO!"

Kashkin sneezed rather loudly, sniffing and rubbing his nose. Wow, lots of people were following him.

'People, people everywhere. Keep your eyes moving, try not to stare. Make sure you take in every detail. With that done, your mind won't fail. The five senses in all which prevent the fall to certain doom are staring you right in the face!'

Kashkin could still rhyme in his head. That was a good sign. The humorous part was it didn't mean a blessed thing. So, he composed himself, looking around at everyone.

"Eh-heh.... Well, I really must say that at this point in time I am in dire need of a shower. I mean, look at me. I'm a tad bloody, I smell like something a cat dragged in which was then eaten by phiranas and pooped out into the sea next to a sewage plant, AND I think I'm developing a case of athlete's foot."

Kashkin, still getting pushed by Simon the entire time, began hopping on his good leg and took off his shoe. He sniffed it and immediately held it away. He wasn't used to this much attention, and too much of it made him nervous and unsure of himself.

"Phewwww! If that isn't the most disgusting thing I've ever heard, I don't know what is."

Kashkin, of course, did the obvious. You think you can stay hopping on one foot while getting pushed foward by someone? Well, you can. Kashkin just has bad luck, is all.

He began to stumble, hopping backwards and nearly falling. He grabbed Simon's shirt and pulled, keeping himself up. However, his shirt was now wrapped around his head, and he couldn't see. This, of course, revealed half of the bandages wrapped around his waist.

It most likely couldn't get any worse than that.

"Ummm.... 'scuese ma'am. You wouldn't happen to be...." He kept hopping, but slowed down for a moment.

"Let's see..... Ciara, right? I think that's your voice." Kashkin paused, thinking. He untangled himself (after much struggling) and pulled his shirt back down. He smiled, rubbing the back of his head and laughing nervously.

Without anyone realizing (because Kashkin is suuuuuuper sneaky), Kashkin headbutted Simon. It wasn't a hard hit, but it got him within range just close enough so that he could talk to Simon and Simon alone.

"Ever see what cyotes do when they get stuck in a trap? We need to get back to my place or I'm gonna start gnawing at my limbs to survive."

Kashkin winced as he said that, almost as if he was just hit with a sledgehammer the size of a truck.

Ouch.

Kashkin stopped, his shoe back on his foot, and nearly stumbled backwards. He was DEFINETALLY fatigued, and these wounds weren't getting any better due to all the walking around.

Kashkin, uncharacteristically, spoke in a rather calm yet different voice.

"Thanks for the offer, Ciara, but I unfortunately must decline."

This was most certainly not Kashkin's normal happy-go-lucky side. He was getting to the point where he needed out.

"I'll be around, you can be sure of that. However, I have to go home due to serious, personal matters. I apologize."

Kashkin stood up, bowing slightly. From there, he turned completely around and began walking into the city again. By now, he was close to his apartment which was in a small building inbetween a grocery store and a pet store. It wasn't the best place to live, but it was comfterable.

"Simon, let's go." He paused, raising a hand, the sleeve falling just a bit down his arm. He waved, almost lazily, without turning a bit.

"See you around, Ciara."

Kashkin walked, his eyes expressing determination and a hidden, dormant serious streak. Yes, he was all around a nice guy, but as the saying goes, no one's perfect.

(((Exit to City. Eh-heh. Sorry for the long post, all. Kashkin is wounded, and he wants to take a shower and needs to basically rest for a bit.......

Can't say what would happened if anyone followed him)))

JR walked with Kraehe, the same grin still plastered on his face. It was a cold, dark night. It was his favorite kind to be precise. Such weather usually meant less people were around. At least, he hoped this was the case.

"And people say being alone is a bad thing," he said jokingly.

JR chuckled quietly. Sometimes he was surprised at how easily women fell for him. He acted like Mr. Nice Guy around them, although Jack was that kind of person. He nodded as he looked around.

"Yes... rather bright on a night such as this. It casts a rather... ominous glow, despite it."

JR simply chuckled as he turned his head towards Kraehe. He simply grinned as he did so. His crimson eyes had an odd appearance in the moonlight.

"Sorry for what? You did nothing wrong."

He put a hand on her hip and pulled her closer to her. He never failed... that was almost for certain.

"That I am."

JR had a very devious grin as he turned his head to face Kraehe. He was definitely in the mood, so to speak. He laughed quietly.

"Luckily for you, your with the vampire half."