[Anyone who comes wandering into the athletic complex, towards the back corner, will see Faith.]

[She's not lying around, of course not! Instead she's doing chin-ups - and hell is she good at them or what? She's too used to exercising in prison, after all she's done it a thousand times back home.]

[It's like a mind-numbing routine. It helps distract her. There were a lot of things she needed to be distracted from anyway.]

[Pauses at that thought, and Faith sort of hangs from the bar for a little while. Bother?

[It's pretty late, but that doesn't bother the teen skating around idly. There's talk of someone, or several someones, getting hurt on the communicator, but that doesn't bother him either.

Lind doesn't care much about anyone other than himself, after all. And maybe his brothers.

The original pauses near Sector 3, thinking to himself. Kind of bored...he leaps to the top of a building and skates on for a moment before landing on ground level and skating on again.

Yeah, bored Lind is bored. Come bother him]

[There's too much blood in the air. Aidou is having trouble ignoring it all and with the announcements over the network some time ago, he doesn't know how long it's going to last.

So much of it is in Sector 4, where their home is that Aidou decides it's better to leave than deal with the scents driving him crazy with bloodlust the entire night. Already he can feel his eyes reacting to all of it. So many different, delicious scents...

If you come upon him wandering outside, he's heading in the direction of Sector 5. Maybe the ice rink will help distract him. For added insurance, he begins speaking on the network.]

Of those still awake, how many people here enjoy the theatre? And I mean a real threatre, where you attend dramas and operas, orchestras.

Anyone?

{ooc: Aidou hasn't been sleeping well and he's a bit on the stressed side, so he's short-tempered, and the bloodlust is making him irritable. And Aidou will not have his kitty ears. Feel free to tease him and get a snippy response. XD}

[ the graveyard is a spooky place, late at night. Lero hops on top of one of the headstones, facing the camera ]

So small, lero!

Isn't it? It seems grief comes here from other places, rather than originating here.

[ Lero cackles. ]

Earl-tama will fix that, lero~?

Ah, dear child, is there much to be gained in that? There are some lovely people here.

Lerooooo?

[ a hand picks up Lero and now the camera view changes, as they walk. ]

Stupid Exorcists, hurting Road-tama, lero! Mean, nasty, dirty--

Shhh, Lero. Sticks and stones, you know.

[ suddenly, there's a bright, violent flash of light, and the camera clatters to the ground, along with Lero. ]

E, Earl-tama? Earl-tama?! Earl-tama!!!

((ooc: Lero will reply to tags, but the Earl will not. The Earl is going away for a little while. :) Anyone who comes to the area will find a charred spot on the pavement, Lero, and the communicator. ))

[It's quite early in the morning still, and Maya's sound asleep in her bed, her communicator shut off and on the nightstand beside her. She's completely unaware of anything wrong going on as she dreams about being the Lavender Samurai, heroine of justice in Big Underwater Edo, facing down the Evil Ninja Alien Shogun in their final showdown.

"Are you ready to be brainwashed, Lavender Samurai?" the villain cackles at her. "You'll make a great soldier in my Slave Corps!"

"No, because you're going down!" she shouts back, and rushes at him with her Lavender Spear...]

[Little does Maya realize someone's just about to her suite's door back in reality...]