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i stop at a four way intersection reading off the names of each road then begin walking towads a Hotel

Jax walked alone listening to his enviorment and wondering how these stupid people could go about their lives. With being around them that could kill them in an instant. I wonder how many people could I slaughter before they notice whats going on.

Arceli wakes up, only dully aware of the acheing in her side that's on hard concrete, how there's a bit of a breeze she can feel on her skin. She opens her eyes to see a man, young with dark hair and she smiles, slightly, she must have got smashed last night not to remember something like that. She shifts slightly, and feels something... a sticky liquid, and for a moment her mind goes over what it could be, untill she begins to realise that she's not at home... she's in an alleyway... the man was unusually pale... and cold. Arceli recoils in the sudden realisation of where she is, and what she must have done, at the feel of already gongeling blood on her fingers. She backs up against a wall, and looks at the man, completely town open from the bottom of his chest right to his naval, and the organs inside have either been eaten or simply strewn about. Arceli tastes an all to familiar metalic taste in her mouth and she heaves. She stands up, her back still against the wall, and realises that she has blood all over her face, splattered down her bare chest on her hands... She throws up, unavle to stop herself this time. She curses herself for not remembering those pills... But now she sets about the task of finding something to cover herself up in untill she got home. She didn't feel like wandering around the streets of NYC covered in blood and bare-arsed.

Arceli finds herself a pair of pants that are way too big, and have been patched up lots of times before finally being abandoned, and a very old, very durty looking leather jacket, which may, once, have had sheepskin interior, but not anymore. It barely had enough exterior to keep her decent. She puts on the pants and ties a lenagth or blue plastic rope aroudn her waist to keep them up. She then spits into her hands and wipes some of the blood off her face, getting the rest off by scrubbing it with a newspaper. She looked in a shard of broken mirror and sighed. At least she only looked like a tramp, now. She steps out into the NYC street.

He jumps from the edge of the building and lands on both of his feet on the ground. He begins walking down the street with music blaring from his earphones. Zei slides his hands into his pockets.

Arceli, eventually, gets up, and limps down the stairs. She goes to her two bags of stuff, and notes that her rifle and desert eagle were there, surprisingly enough. She puts on the backpack which had half of her rifle pokeing out the top, and grabs the handle on the larger, wheeled suitcase, then heads off, still limping, to where she knew she had friends, not exactly sure what to do when she got there... she's just looking for a bit of comfort, since she'd only been awake for about 40 minutes and already she wished she hadn't.

((Exit to Club FM))

Shadow's powerful hearing caught something nearby, music, as it was, someone apperantly trying to destroy the bones inside their ear with their headphones. Though there was a familiar presance about it as well, Shadow ignored it, having more on his mind.