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Jasie smiled ever so happily up at Kevin with a hint of a blush, rosing up her cheeks. She felt his muscle contort and contract as he lifted her up, and she loved the feeling of it. She could hear his heart beating a little faster than normal. She liked that, that she had this type of effect on him, when he had just as much on her. Maybe even more.

As Kevin spoke, Jasie couldn't tell if he really was tried or if he merely just had to get away from her or just everyone. Because it seemed as if he was wired and ready for anything at the moment. But then again, he did say he felt tired and in need of rest. Jasie was struggling for what to say and through her emotions. She somehow found her footing and was able to stand on her own-- so she took one step back. She probably looked lost and confused. “I thought...” She whispered ever so softly looking away from him with a sad demeanor-- then she quickly roughened up her fragile seeming voice, and looked up at him with unclouded eyes. “Alright... but can I...” She paused to clear her throat. “I mean would you, like me to walk you home... or whatever it is your going to sleep at...?” She said, thinking that maybe he really didn't feel well and she didn't want anything to happen to him. Then again, he was a big boy and has taken many punches, and has been in thousands of fights... so why in the hell, did she feel as if she had to protect him? And plus, what she said was rarther clichic too, “Can I walk you home...” She silently scoffed at herself, yet looked up at him.

Kevin smiled, nodding to Jasie as he saw the expressions on her face. He reached into his back pocket and made sure his cellphone was still there. He had wrote his number down on a piece of paper to make sure he didn't forget his own number, and although he didn't, he had lost the piece of paper. No matter.

"Sure..... Of course you can walk me home. I was going to ask you to do just that anyway if you didn't ask me." Kevin's smile grew. His emotions weren't simmering, but he was able to think a little more clearly. He winked at Jasie, and then motioned towards the door. As he started walking and made it half way, Kevin didn't pause, but swore he heard something that sounded like a faint crash. He couldn't tell from where, but he disreguarded it. He finally made it to the door, opened it up, and began walking back to his apartment.

{Exit to Residential District}

(Leelan walks into the bar nervously and cautiously. She looks around to fine an empty seat and finds one in the corner away from people. Leelan gracfully walks over the chair and sits down looking at everyone in the place. Her eyes are a pale yellow as she is nervous of being here.)

(Leelan looks over at the person talking to her) I am a bit nervous. Im new here and dont' know anywone

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Rogue licked a wound on her arm as she focused on her body healing. Her mind raced. She had not been in Las Noches for a long while...she had been traveling in Europe. Her thoughts wandered to Alasdair.

Adrian walked straight passed the Bodyguards, they knew his face now, he was an 'associate' of Alasdair so they would be eviscerated if they annoyed him at the present moment in time. He was now wearing his Trenchcoat with the crucifix on the back, burning the coat of his Family and hearing their screams with a smile of amusement. They wouldn't try that stuff again, and he would have his revenge on Leo. He needed to be alone for a while, and went into the Apartment he had seized in this place. It was covered in rags for bed-sheets, scriptures were nailed to the walls, mainly as a supersticious technique to ward off evil spirits. He had a small computer and a bible on the floor next to the particularly large pile of rags that he slept on. He had painted several targets on the wall, and had been practising throwing his Bayonets which could be proven by the deep cuts in the wall. He had made sure that no Gas pipes or wires went through that wall of course, he was a madman but he wasn't unsafe. He tried to heal the bullet wound with the God Syndrome.. it didn't work. "What!?" He roared, slapping the wound, the Vampirism had already begun healing it, but it shouldn't have to. He stared at the wall, the Vampirism killed more of his humanity everyday, he could feel his mind slipping to the demented bloodlust that he was experiencing. He was at the edge, staring down into the Void itself; He didn't dare blink.