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Central Park had told her his little secret and that's all that needed to be said. She wouldn't question him on, she would make the thought of it return to the abysm whole of the obilivion. ((Somewhat of a pun, though not really... You'd have to be in mind.))

She really didn't care what she did at the moment. She had enough energy for a day or so, food.. Well she needed food, though it wasn't a priority at the moment, and she didn't need any private time at the moment.

Smiling back at him softly, she responded in her usual, non-direct answer. It was her favorite way to answer any question, not only because most people are bugged by it, though also because it keeps her mind rolling... Something she needed at times.

"If you want or even need sleep, I'll leave if you'd like.. As for doing anything, it depends on what you're up to.. You're the one who looks worn."

She laughed softly, breif, near mute. Nothing meant by it, her mind was a never ending rollercoaster which causes her 'moments' to set it. Nothing bad at the present, just thoughts rushing forth.

Never would she have thought the presence outside of the room to have barged in, though there he was in the flesh. She was irratated slightly, it had been a long time since anyone had just flung the door open on her, whether business or personal, there was always a knock. Her understanding seemed different than others, and she knew this, which is why she gave no outward look of her being bothered. She did, however, lean her torso back so that she were sitting straight and switch so that her left leg now back over her right.

She actually had to bite her tongue. It was easy for her to shun any type of emotion, though when talking came into play, heh, let's not get to that subject.... She could handle herself well, yet, some could send her off, and she gave just as bad tongue slashing as she did brutal beatings, yet another subject we shall dismiss for now.

Speaking in the same voice she had with Kashkin, the tone was a bit louder, as if to boost her words over to the new commer.
"Hello."
To those who knew her, she would have sounded very akward there, though of course it matched her thoughts which now shot from the intruding friend to the home coming brother.

Kashkin smiled, waving.

"Heya Simon!" Kashkin was relieved. Simon was his assurance that life was going to continue going on as it usually did. He was also happy Simon was ok.

Simon is one of those people you just don't mess with. He could give off an aura of intimidation to his foes just by looking at them, giving the stare of death. If he had encountered anything, he was sure that Simon could obliterate it, no matter what the obstacle. He was a true killer. Not to mention, when it came to fighting, his strategy and fighting tactics were deadly. Almost inhuman.

Together, Kashkin and Simon were a deadly duo. Them fighting together, both trained killers who would give anything to kill their targets, is something no one has lived through (if they go all out).

But that is another story for another day, or a future event perhaps.

Back to the present, after reminiscing on good memories of Simon and Kashkin killing together made him smile. They really were good friends, and without him, Kashkin would have died many, many different times by now.

As for this current situation, Kashkin looked over Ciara. She seemed nice, yet he could sense a hidden strength inside her. Of course, everyone has one of these, but he got the feeling that in a good way, she was strong, both of mind and body. She was very intelligent, and this showed. She also had a wonderful taste in music, which further brought out her charm, not to mention her attire was quite unique as well.

Ah, once again, too much thought had run through his head.

"Well, that's good to know. I'd be afraid if people were waiting for me outside."

Kashkin smiled, looking at him. He got up and moved to the kitchen counter, sitting on one of the stools. As he did, he moved his hands, his fingers moving quite quickly.

It was sign language.

'She doesn't know we're hunters.'

Kashkin descided that in the worst scenarios where talking would result in death or he was unable to speak, that sign language was the best way to go. After all, if you did it fast enough, even people who knew sign language couldn't tell what you said, and people who didn't know it would just think you are doing something strange with your hands. The alternative for that was morse code, but Kashkin wasn't sure that Simon sat around for a day or two on end learning how to do strange things like that.

"So anyway, make yourself at home for the moment. We are desciding on what to do, and your opinion would impact greatly upon what we do later."

He nodded, hoping Simon was able to understand what he did. When his hand did move, he made sure it was at an angle at which Simon could hopefully only see it. If Ciara did, well, then she saw what she saw. He didn't think she knew sign language, anyway.

Worst comes to worst, Kashkin would start speaking in Spanish or French to Simon. Communication unknown to an enemy is very, very important. Possibly one of the few main keys to victory.

(((woohoo!! Lot's to look at! If you wanna do anything, either one of you make a suggestion =P Kashkin will be back to his not-normal clumsy self soon enough ^_^ )))

Kashkin didn't know what else to do. He was going to wait for the others' responses, but until then, what?

Guitar. Oh yea! So many people played it nowadays, but Kashkin played it because it was fun. He just liked playing it when he was alone. It entertained him, and now and then he brought it with him.

It was a custom made Gothic Flying V guitar. The metal was made out of titanium mixed with steel, a descently weighted guitar. Yet the weight somehow enhanced the sound, and not to mention could he hit against a solid brick wall many, many times before it was broken.

"Ciara, you can descide where to go also. You both have full say in this I'll be right here until you descide."

Kashkin began playing with the music comming out of the cd player over on the other side of the room. The flying V guitar was amazing in itself, feeling so powerful in the hands of anyone. If you strung a string on it, it would sound beautiful. If you didn't know what you were doing with it, you could strum strings and people would think you were playing an amazing guitar solo.

It was a beautifully powerful guitar.

Kashkin had a portable amp which was hooked up to a backpack-type object he wore on his back. He played, strumming along with the cords. The solo was going to come up soon, but for now, it was just playing.

The sound flowed through the room, filling all senses and brought a beat to the room.

(((S'ok if you have typing messups. We all have days like that =P. I have to say though, everything I said about the Gothic Flying V electric guitar is true. It is just... an amazing guitar. I <3 it!!! )))

Delilah had still not gotten used to her new alias, though it would have to do. Her actual name had to much of a history that she rarely ever used it, hence her favorite name, Erika, and her new name, Ciara.

Crossing her tongue over her upper jaw, she kept her lips closed as to not expose herself. She knew what the two were being as she had seen the one she was flirting with basically mutalate two male vampires in the Park not to long ago. Some of her kin would say this was betrayal, though they would have to understand that plotting with the hunters to kill our kind was what defined betrayal.

She patiently waited for Simon to reply, for she wasn't big on picking and choosing places unless she really, really had her mind set on some place.

She reframed herself from moving, once having seen the guitar, even though she doesn't play well, she wanted to. She did not move though, partly because that would require fixing her clothes more than once in less than a ten minute time span, and also because she has a small attention span when it comes to things she is not well at, besides coloring in a coloring book, which she has the small attention span with as well.

Delilah set back in her seat, having her eyes fully on Kashkin now, a soft smile spread across her pale-pink rose lips.

After visiting a friend, Kraehe started walking down the hall then heard drums. She loved drums so, she peaked through the door and listened. As she listened, she peered around the room sightng Ciara and that guy who was at the park. A very small world!

Kraehe smiles. "I already know. You are so nice to warn me though. Bye!" and Kraehe left with-out a sound.