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"I love the beach!" He exclaimed, "It reminds me of... of... I don't think you should be behind the bar miss."

It took him long enough to notice.

"It's against policy, no hard feeling's though."

"I...I'm sorry miss..." He looked down at the girl in shock. "I's gots a wife and twenty kids to feed with this here job." He backed away slowly, throwing a little piece of paper at the girl.

"Here take my ferry ticket." What a creepy and forward young woman. Slowly the man went back to wiping the glass while he looked at the other two.

Irzael pointed it out on the map, "Northeast!" He began walking back towards the Gothic Church, "Damned backtracking..." He powerwalked to make better time.

Gamma continued along, kicking rocks this way and that, hoping to bounc them up into windows. Windows of buildings that were shops, now becoming bars and hotels. Occasionally one would go through, but he was in a childish mood.

Psychopathy racked his mind, he was slowly building up. With a straight arm, he fired a single gas grenade through the nearby window of a bar. It smashed through and landed inside, seconds later it would be spewing toxic gas. Bringing tears to the eyes and denying their lungs of oxygen.

Shouyin was stretched to the side in the front seat of his car. He'd parked the Impala up beside some bar, no meter in sight, just a small red "NO PARKING FIRE ROUTE $300 FINE" sign up to his right. He sighed, a cigarette hanging out the left side of his mouth. Left arm was leaning on the edge of the door, window rolled down to let the fumes out, right hand (which was made of stone, much like the entire arm) gripping a wooden baseball bat loosely, tapping it against the leather of the passenger seat while accidentally hitting the stick shift every so often. His feet were up on passenger-side dash, one leg cross over the other, and his silvery grey hair fell gently in front of his bright green eyes.

I wanna ******** tear you apart. ~

Gregory jogged down the street amongst the bars, looking for any that seemed particularly lively. He had to slow down a bit to actually look into the windows or else the wind that made his travel so easy would have moved him right on down the street. He was noticing a pattern of nothing interesting going on, and began to wonder if the scrap of paper he had found floating in the wind was some sort of hoax or an elaborate joke.

Must've gotten here at the wrong time of day or something. Bah.