The Universe's Mixer

Eddie had left Enigma sitting at the diner, done with that conversation which had turned out mostly to be a waste of his time. He figured that maybe she had changed, become more in tune to his ways, but she hadn't and she would only get in the way of his plans, like she used to. It was like no time had passed between them at all in the time she had gone to the time he had arrived and they were just picking up from where they had left off. However, despite how much he was torn between his hate for her and the fact that he loved her because they were kin, he knew she could be useful as far as assets and another pair of hands. He would get Jonathan's opinion. Jonathan meant so much to Eddie, that Edward took everything he said to heart, and if he ran something diabolical by his friend and Jonathan didn't like it, they tweaked it or scrapped it and moved on to the next thing. Jonathan was probably the only person, as well, that had a place reserved in Eddie's heart.

He didn't need Enigma to help him get around, for now he could just walk where he needed to go. Eventually, Eddie found Arkham, the unmistakable building he knew all too well, and that brought a grin to his face. The fact that it was bordering night time didn't concern Eddie in the least, nor did the fact that the head of the asylum might be buried in paperwork. God knew Jonathan didn't have much of a life, so Eddie wasn't worried wether or not he was going to be interrupting anything, Eddie was far too important to be kept waiting by frivolous things.

Eddie ascended the small staircase up front on the outside of the building and let himself into the facility, came thudding against the ground as he walked into the lobby, and up to reception, using his sweet talking ability to get the receptionist to tell him where Crane was hiding himself. He thanked her, voice smooth, almost purring at her, before making his was to the door that was supposed to contain his oldest friend.

He stopped outside the door, and lifted the cane up, knocking softly at the door itself, wondering if Jonathan would be happy to see him. It was possible. Who wasn't happy to see him? Even Enigma had been and Eddie had tried to kill her.

Patiently, he waited.

Elena had already been through all levels of hell over the past few weeks, and now here she was in a strange place all on her own. She had never been the type to cower and hide in a corner though; she liked to face things head on. So, she decided to head out and do some exploring while she could. She changed into her dark black jeans, a white tshirt and her black jacket. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she had on her tennis shoes just in case she did have to run from something or chase something. Of course being a vampire meant she had the super speed going for her, but she preferred to be comfortable when she was doing something like this. Her eyes pondered over the city as she walked, and she found herself mesmerized by the sites she was seeing. Being from a smaller town like Mystic Falls and not having traveled much she hadn't seen a lot of cities like this one. Of course she passed people and things on the street, and it made it hard on her with the thirst, but she was able to push it down for the moment. She rushed past a larger group of people and headed down a dark alley, figuring that at least down here she might actually get some peace and quiet.

Of course her hopes were short lived; there was some men in the alley gambling with dice. She tried to walk past them, but one of them noticed her and started to move in her direction with an eerie smirk on his face. Of course she noticed him presence instantly just because of the smell, so she starting moving faster. Unfortunately he kept following her, so she dunked into one the buildings she was passing and pulled something heavier than he could lift in front of the door. She started exploring the building, making sure to keep her eyes out for anyone else. She knew that if a fight were to break out in her she would actually have to fight or show what she really was in order to get away. She didn't like feeling this closed in, but for the moment she was safe and that would have to do.

As she explored she noticed that the building was completely empty, so she walked over to a section in the room and plopped down on the floor. She was determined not to let all of this get to her, so she just took in a deep breath and laid back on the floor to give her mind time to take all of this in.

It had not been a good day for the former pilot of the Firefly class ship called Serenity. Still dressed in his ruined pilot garb he'd been wearing for two days now Wash wandered the streets of The City or as Wash colloquially referred to it as the life sucking, wife stealing settlement from hell! seeking out a place with enough alcohol to knock a whole field of cows unconscious.

When he did find said establishment (suspiciously close to the apartment), he settled himself on a stool and proceeded to drink until turning his head became a major stability issue. Still finding himself paining from losing the love of his life he decided more emotional lubricant was necessary. The bartender seemed wary to provide and Wash had already worked through the stipend the life sucking, wife stealing settlement from hell had given him and started a tab under the name, "Washed UP."

"I...was killed yesterday," he slurred to the bartender trying to defend his right for furthered drunkeness, "and so I feel I am due a little more, don't you think? If you died I would give you all the drinkingness you needed. I would. Because I am a nice person. I am the nicest gorram person you'll ever meet. In your life. OR your death! Most generousest soul in the black. It's true. Here, why don't you have my life? Go on, take my wife! Ha! Take everything! Go on! Take it!! Jus', gimme another, wouldya? Hm. My shirt has a hole in it," he muttered, fingering the ripped middle. "Take my shirt! Haha!"