Karasu - north
Karasu continued wandering until he found his way into a bar. He looked around and tried to order a beer. The bartender asked for his ID after a long disbelieving stare at him. Karasu of course was under age and more-so had no ID. After a heated debate the man had enough and threatened that Karasu would have to leave if there was any more funny business.
Karasu gave up and instead amused himself by joining a game of darts with a few other customers. After winning a couple games the men got to betting. He made a wager that he could hit 3 bulls eyes in a row from the opposite side of the room, a full 30 feet. The three others gladly took the bet offering 20$ apiece. After completing the challenge easily, he moved to pluck the three darts from the board leaving the three stunned.
Alright, there you go. Three bull's eyes from across the room. Pay up. he said, grinning from behind his black leather mask. One of the men shook the surprise from him and advanced on Karasu.
No deal. There had to be some kind of trick or cheat. No brat like you could've pulled that off. I ain't paying. he said. Karasu stayed completely calm.
Fine, I guess I'll just have to take it for myself then... he said and began flipping through a wallet which had appeared in his black glove. The man patted his right buttox and flushed, not feeling his wallet there in his back pocket. Karasu had swiped the pocket book unnoticed long earlier, knowing this might happen. Soon after that a bar fight was raging and people were being throw across the room as well as smashed over the back of the head with bar stools. The bartender moved to his back room to wait it out.
Karasu was pinned against the wall by the man who doubted him earlier and was held up by the throat. Karasu could smell the alcohol on his breath even through to leather mask.
I'll teach you ta mess wif' me you little- he said with a lisp from a swollen lip. Karasu was thrown into a table and landed unceremoniously behind its turned up surface as a bottle smashed over the other side. He stood and then ducked out of the way of another couple drunkards swinging at each other like there was no tommorow.
Sorry to leave, but I think I've had enough fun for one night. he said and heading for the door.
Hope you don't mind if I keep this, it might come in handy later. he said waving the wallet he still held before disappearing out the door.
He put some distance between him and the bar before stopping in a quiet alley to look through the wallet.
Heheh, no wonder he didn't want to pay. He's only got 8 bucks in here. he said to himself and pocketed the cash. He looked through all the other things on the leather wallet in case there might b something of interest.
Picture of wife, crap. Picture of dog, crap. Receipts, crap. A few old business cards, crap. A gift card and a couple coupons for the dollar store, laughable but not crap.... he listing off the contents and tossing anything useless off to the side and pocketing anything valuable. He was about to throw the last of it when he came upon a picture of what seemed to be the man's teenage daughter.
Ooo, hello. I think I'll hold on to this... He dropped the rest of the wallet into the mud at his feet and chuckled at the photo before pocketing it with the rest of the money and things. He set off down the road, knowing he had successfully burned up another couple hours of the day. He withdrew his hands into his sleeves after adjusting the brim of his hat.
Funny how such a gross man could have such a cute kid. he said to himself and laughed again.
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Jason - east
Jason found himself in front of "Galaga" at a local arcade in Steel city, two levels from the high-score. His eyes were wide and fingers nimble as he twisted the joystick about, jabbing at the attack button. A zany grin sat on his face and his tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth lightly. He barely dared blinking as the waves of enemies rained down on his little pixelated ship.
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Azrael - east
Azrael arrived at the apartment shortly and entered. He had no trouble finding it even in the chaotic city streets. He was sure to remember it when taken there by Prue. He got to the door and reached for the knob. It was locked to Azrael's annoyance. He frowned, knowing he didn't have the key. Unfazed, he found another way. He still held the handle and used his magic. The tumblers shifted and the mechanism turned without the key after a while of concentrating. Azrael had to work out how far each of the pins needed to be pushed into to release the turning shaft, but soon was satisfied to hear a metallic click as the door unlocked. He entered and closed the door behind him.
He could sense that Prue wasn't present and went to his temporary room without disturbing any of her things. He sat on the bed and removed his cloak. He tossed it and thanks to Azrael's help it landed hanging neatly on the corner of the door which sat open slightly. He stretched his legs and winced slightly, feeling a wound stretch. He found the first aid kit Prue had used earlier and a washcloth as well which he dampened with some clean water. He returned to the bed and removed the bandages. He cleaned the cuts with the washcloth and then set it aside.
Before putting on fresh bandages he stopped and rubbed one of the larger wounds which sat on his upper thigh. He laid his hands over it and a blue glow hovered about them. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow in concentration and mental anguish. He grunted as the wound just barely closed and moved to the next major wound on the side of his right leg. The wound wasn't completely healed, it just closed. Azrael would then let it finish on its own. Once he had healed the major injuries to a comfortable point he began replacing the bandaging.
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Subject: Re: TT Main Thread 
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