<table width=400><tr><td></td> </tr><tr><td> <div align=justify><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Timestamp. Mia, 81381 Setting. Black Market area of Bhim Character. http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=689<span style='color:purple'>Leehara Sislon</span></a> Rating. <span style='color:orange'>PG-13</span> for cursing and light drug use -rating subject to change- Notes. Private for Jynx Leah sighed heavily as she slung her duffel bag over her right shoulder, wincing a bit as it rubbed a raw area on her back. She slammed the locker shut, and returned the box of unused bullets at the counter before exiting. She thought the arden who had taken them said something to her, but she was still too deaf to tell, no use for ear muffs if you're already dead right? Shouldering the door she made her way into the daylight after having spent more than twenty four hours holed away in the bowels of the Black Market's sewers. There was no better training than firing off rounds at creatures that didn't know they had died until they were torn to shreds. She smirked at the correlation between said creatures and herself. But for the moment, yesterday's activities were not so important as getting through the crowd. First day of the traditional work week and what do you get? Way too many people in the way of the natives. She steered herself into an alleyway and made for the maze that barred most of the city from the semi-residential area surrounding it. She plucked the cigarette from the open hands of a 'dragon who had passed out at some point and lit it with her tail flame, choking on the smell the magic made against the tobacco. Awe damn, wha'd you have to do that for...? The previously unconscious 'dragon groaned. She covered her mouth with the hand the wasn't holding the cigarette, supressing a grin and she turned around and headed back to the crowded streets. <span style='color:purple'>One for Leah, Zero fo-</span> She tripped over the feet of someone walking in the opposite direction and tripped, righting herself almost instantly to turn around and yell at them, instead she was forced to look up, not something new for her, but the arden was particularly tall and rather weighty compared to her. She lost her gall and tried a different approach. <span style='color:purple'>Oh sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going! Sorry Mr...</span> When in doubt, be sincere.</span></div> </td> </tr> </table>
Character: Gyethym Wearing: Black pants with a dagger on his left hip Gyethym walked down the street, his golden eyes flicking to the faces of everyone he passed. He heard speaking before the thill tripped over his feet. He jumped back in time to save himself a fall. The thill looked ready to yell at him, and as he turned and pinned her with his golden gaze, she faltered and tried a different approach. Gyethym held up his hand to stop her apology. "<span style='color:blue'><span style='color:gray'>Forget it. Name's Gyethym. Want a drink?</span></span>" He asked. He could use some company right about now, and the thill looked tough enough to handle his temper.
<table width=400><tr><td></td> </tr><tr><td> <div align=justify><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>She offered a small smile, meanwhile her insides were doing cartwheels. <span style='color:purple'>I'm not getting pummeled today. No sir!</span> She thought to herself as the arden halted her apologies, must be friendly right? She was relieved, even though she probably could have taken him had she not been running around with the giant rats of Bhim the night before. Leah was so relieved that she didn't focus on what he was saying. He hearing was going out on her again. <span style='color:purple'>"Sorry? Little deaf at the moment,"</span> She said, pointing at her duffel bag. She could have sworn he said something about drinks, but that was probably just wishful thinking. She took drag off the stolen cigarette, before remembering that some found smoking quite the unsavory habit, she ground the butt out into the palm of her left hand, the skin sizzled for a second, but quickly settled and knit it self into a neat little scar.</span></div> </td> </tr> </table>
Gyethym raised an eyebrow as he watched her skin knit itself together. <span style='color:gray'>Vampdragon. Who'd of thought? </span> "<span style='color:gray'>Drinks. I was on my way to the club.</span>" He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered her one, ignoring the strange looks they were revieving. His tail swung up, dangerously close to the thill's face, and he lit his cigarette, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. "<span style='color:gray'>So? How 'bout it?</span>" He asked.
<table width=400><tr><td></td> </tr><tr><td> <div align=justify><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Ah, drinks. So it wasn't wishful thinking. She hiked her bag up, more securely on her shoulder and pretended to think for a few seconds. After living off the nasty rats she could definitely use a couple drinks. The muscle under her left eye twitched as his tail swung up near her face, as far as she knew most tail flames couldn't harm anyone... or was that only applicable to shape shifters... didn't matter, she didn't care. She let him enjoy his cigarette for a moment before plucking it from his fingers, the look in her eyes saying <span style='color:purple'>'Mine now, sucker.'</span> <span style='color:purple'>"I could go for a drink about now,"</span></span></div> </td> </tr> </table>
Gyethym growled when she took the cigarette, but turned and led the way through the crowded streets to the nearest club. The bouncer didn't bother to card him, but stopped the thill. The 'dragon was mute, so all he could do was hold out his hand for her I.D. Gyethym went and sat at the bar, ordering two bottles of whiskey while he waited.
<table width=400><tr><td></td> </tr><tr><td> <div align=justify><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah frowned as Gyethym was let in but the bouncer held out his hand to see her ID. Rolling her eyes she pulled out her gun license, it wasn't like she owned a car, or even wanted one for that matter. The arden looked at the ID and smirked, he held it out and pointed down the list of information, the year of the birth date was conveniently missing. She sighed and pulled her Notsalepua Academy ID. He looked at the laminated ID and pointed out once more that there was no year on it. Leah grinned and pointed at the year the ID had been issued. He looked at it and furrowed his brow, shaking his head as he handed back her ID, but let her in all the same. Leah easily picked out Gyethym when she walked in, sitting in the stool next to him, she dropped her duffel bag on the bar counter with a clatter and the sounds of her equipment shifting. <span style='color:purple'>"I get to be 25 for longer than any of you conard jouets could ever hope to live and what does it get me? The chance to be carded everywhere except for where I work,"</span> She grumbled, pouring herself a shot</span></div> </td> </tr> </table>
Gyethym laughed, already having downed half a bottle. "If I hadn't kicked the shit out of the owner two years ago, I'd have been carded too." he said, gulping down the other half and ordering another. After a while, he was drunk. Normally, he would have been searching for a place to sleep by now, but he was hoping someone would pick a fight with him. <span style='color:gray'>Come on, cowards. You shouldn't be afraid of me until I beat the shit out of you.</span> He thought to no one in particular.
<table width=400><tr><td></td> </tr><tr><td> <div align=justify><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>After two shots, Leah thought she might not like the whiskey, the third confirmed it. Of course by that time Gyethym had pretty much finished an entire bottle. The only other 'dragon she knew who could do that and stay sane was missing for the moment, but- nevermind Gyethym was drunk, that disqualified him. She picked up his thought almost before he thought it. <span style='color:grey'>"Come on, cowards. You shouldn't be afraid of me until I beat the shit out of you."</span> <span style='color:purple'>Oh no... he's one of those...</span> By 'one of those' she meant 'bad drunk' Leah stood up, unzipped her bag and stuffed one of the loaded guns in her back pocket. Then she shouldered the bag once more and grabbed Gyethym's hand. <span style='color:purple'>"C'mon it's going to be light out soon!"</span> She said. It really wasn't, it was hardly past midnight, but she was banking on the fact that he was too drunk to realize.</span></div> </td> </tr> </table>
Gyethym blinked, surprised, as the thill grabbed his hand. "<span style='color:gray'>Light?</span>" He shook his head to clear his thoughts. "<span style='color:gray'>Oh, fuck, I had too much to drink, didn't I?</span>" He climbed to his feet, holding his head with one hand. The room turned fuzzy. "<span style='color:gray'>Damn it.</span>" He pulled away from the thill, angry, and stormed out of the club. As he walked down the street, the rain helped clear his head. He ducked down alleys, weaving through the streets without really knowing where he was going. Or where he was. <span style='color:gray'>I should have just had a beer; I can't go on like this. I can't keep doing this!</span> The words thundered through his mind, throwing him into a pit of self-hatred. Gyethym finally stopped and looked around. "<span style='color:gray'>Where am I?</span>" He wondered.
