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Drarke grew bored with waiting, there was no one in his general area and he felt like taking a life... With a grimace he stood from the bench and strolled through the barren streets, a few cars passed him but other then that he was in a pretty deserted area. As he walked he saw more and more people. And then something was odd.

'Hmm...' He looked into an alley and saw a man leaning against a wall. He was quite obviously drunk. "Hello there." Drarke said just before he put his hand on the poor unwitting mortal's head and absorbed the life from him. "Now then... Anyone else in this area?"

Amelia watched Sam jump from the building. "I'm Switzerland for this one. I'm just waiting for someone to kill the cops." Amelia tilted her head as she watched the goings ons.

Sam can smell the cops coming closer and decides that he's going to take care of them. He walks quietly around the corner of the building and stands right in their line of sight. "Hey boys! Hows it goin?" The police officers freeze and raise their guns. "Don't move. Put your hands on your head." one of them commands. "What if I don't?" Sam asks mockingly. "We'll shoot." the same guy says. "Oh! Now I wouldn't want that." Sam says with a smirk. He puts his hands on his hips and then tilts his head back to look at the moon. "It's a beautiful night. Why aren't you guys looking for real criminals instead of bothering me?" he asks. "We had reports that a gang war was taking place in the area." the cop responds. "There's no gang war here. Just one between immortals." he says. "What..." the cop asks but never finishes. Sam had darted forward and ripped the man's throat out. Blood sprays everywhere as he pulls his 9mm's and fires at the cops as they try to retreat. When all of them are dead he returns to where Jack is standing and wipes the blood off of his face and arms.

"Killing is awefully messy." Amelia said, eating an apple she'd stolen from a kitchen/dining room/living room.

Hulluct walked over to Ein, "So, you need a hand friend?" he said laughing, "Never thought I'd see you again Number 192? Was it?" he said with a fierce smile, "Say do you remember me, we were made to fight once for an experiment, I believe they strapped us both to small metal tables and stuck us with many needles when we didn't fight..." he said with a smile, "So, you need help buddy? Or should I keep walking?"

Her mood didn't improve any. While walking along the city crowed sidewalks, she found a dozen more reasons to hate this city for more than simply because it was loud. As much as she would have really preferred to go there, She steered clear of Central Park. If Luther had mind enough to come chase after the drama stricken princes; And she damned well hoped he did if he wanted to her aid him, The park would have been too obvious and simple of a place to retreat too. That was, If he didn't pull some fancy trick to instantly scout her out; Which would be flat out cheating and defiantly wouldn't earn him any brownie points.
Luther was building up quite the rap sheet with her. While her threat had been simply just that, an idle attempt and struggle to hold control over the situation; With Cosette already in a sour mood, It wouldn't have taken a awful lot for her to simply change her mind. She was already ticking with sinister ways to extract petty revenge should something in their plans go array. She wanted to ensure she wasn't the one caught wit the short straw.

Cosette simply paused, stopped still in the middle of the crowded sidewalk; not having the patience to look up in search of Luther's voice. As he dropped to his feet before her to begin his pitiful attempt to win back her favor, She impatiently waited while tapping her right foot. Cosette studied her hands, examining her cuticles and planting much more of her precious attention on her perfect fingernails, rather than Luther who was having issues and stumbling over his pathetic apology. She like seeing him struggle. If Cosette had been in a better mood, She might have smiled at the sight of the deranged mad scientist trying his hardest to please her with common courtesy.

“You seriously think you can just drop out of the sky and play polite so I'll oh-so easily forgive you? You are merely saying sorry because you can't do the work alone. Oh wait, I forgot.... You don't need me.” Cosette's tone was liquid poison, those blue eyes fiercely glaring up at him, defiant and deadly. It was painfully obvious it would take a lot more than a few sorry's to change her mind. Cosette side-swept him, swift and gracefully trying to put distance between them.

Jean walked out of Demonic ties bar several steps behind Armand, making sure she was neither heard or made a sound indicating her presence to him. She gazed around for Kashkin, yet she took to the shadows and heard Armand’s revenging vow, towards this-- Luther Creepsley. Interesting, she thought. As he too, had a enemy and vendetta, as she does. But as the wind blew in her face, whispering Armand's words of hate. Jean fell back against the buildings adjacent wall covered by shadows, and simply watched from afar as Armand made his choice to stay, or go.