Week Off

[Elizabeth Vance]

A young looking female vampire walked into the small corner cafe wearing her usual leather jacket, white long sleeved shirt and dark jeans. Elizabeth pulled a cell phone from one of the pockets in her jacket. She had several disposable track phones for business purposes, but she used some money from her last job to treat herself to a galaxy S3.

Elizabeth put her ear buds in and turned on Justin Timberlake's " Carry Out ". She was able to relax because she decided to take a week off from her job. Her job happened to be, basically bounty hunting and she was also hired by her clients as an assassin. Elizabeth didn't rely on some kind of add to get the word out about the service she provided, but simply let her clients spread the word. To keep her identity safe, she was called " Zero", as in zero evidence left behind.

[Simon Limbo]

Simon has a thing for creeping up on people he means to talk to, and so, when he found the “woman” he was looking for who was at least semi-ignorant to her surroundings (or so he assumed because of the ear buds in place), he approached her more quietly than usual.
“Excuse me?” He asked, when he thought that he may have been in her peripheral vision. “My name is Oliver Tern.” Are you, Elizabeth Vance? I hoped you could answer some questions for me you see. I’m a journalist, and if I could only borrow a couple minutes of your time?”
He was wearing jeans and a red hoodie, along with a black baseball cap and a large pair of sun glasses. Simon pulled out an amount of cash and a note and handed it to attendant who was just taking orders.
“I hear you are a form of exterminator,” he said bluntly. “You take out the very tough stuff I mean.”

[Otenta Symphony]

[[OCC:Not sure if you two are okay with me barging in like this, if not, I'll delete the post.]]

"It's night's like these that make me want to dance."

With his hands in his coat pockets, the tail wishing around in the cool wind, he walked with his head a little down. His black hair shadowing his eyes, but the eerie glow of his golden iris was something that could easily be detected in the night's evening. He passed a few people, those of whom didn't even look at him, their eyes seemed to look right through his form. He was there, sentient, and completely physical. He just hated having people pay him attention. He loved to observe other races, found it fascinating to watch them as much as to fight them.

The slight rattle of the chains from his pants weren't loud enough to pay any mind to, but once he turned the corner, taking refuge in a dark alleyway, the soft sound was almost all that could be heard. On one of the larger chains, there was a book hanging from it, attached by a couple of prongs that let it stay safely fasted to it. It was a red book, about the size of an English dictionary, but no bigger.

As he emerged on the outside on the other side of the alleyway, he slowly started to make his way down the street, his golden eyes looking around rapidly, up until his nose caught the scent of something. It smelled different than a human. Otenta smirked, his golden flashing red for only a moment before he started to follow the scent, eventually making his way to where the cause of this scent was originating from[/size]