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Mörderin sat at the counter, staring at the new arrival with mild interest, almost tempted to flirt with him to see what he would do (she rarely saw men - especially Japanese men - who were taller then her, and the concept intrigued her). However, looking down at her breakfast, she decided against it in preference to further cooking her meal. She took out a thin piece of sandpaper and a piece of pinewood, sulfur in it's hollow core to help the process, and ran them against each other with some force - igniting the piece of wood, bursting the upper half of it into flames which quickly began to spread downward towards her fingers. She smirked, putting her entire breakfast into flames, which received a peculiar glance from the man behind the counter.

"I like my food well-done," she said, examining the piece of bacon as it's flames returned to nothing more then a small, soft blaze, licking the last of the flames out of existence before eating the thoroughly burn piece of meat. She proceeded to do the same with the rest of her bacon and bread (although it was now toast), smirking to herself maliciously for no apparent reason, humming a sakura festival song merrily as she did so. She looked at the burned piece of pine, examining it for a moment before speaking out loud, although to nobody in particular. "I wonder what would happen if they used gunpowder instead of plain sulfur..."

Dokuja glared at the girl on the other side of the counter, finding her pyromanical antics nothing more then irksome to his morning routine. He had hoped that by staying at a hotel where only those running from the law would stay, he would be able to avoid any unnecessary association with other people. He sighed to himself, taking a piece of bread and eating it slowly, remembering the fact that psychopaths could be smart enough not to get caught. Absentmindedly, he reached into the pocket on his belt, grabbing one of his needles as he listened through the wood work of his temporary residence, the soft puttering of mice ringing in his ears.

He quickly threw the needle to his side, stabbing it through a small gray mouse as it snuck out of its hole to obtain some bread crumbs from the breakfast hours, killing it fairly quickly. Dokuja stood up, picking up the small creature and holding it above the heads of the four eager snakes, the black serpentine heads poking out over his shoulder from where they lay sleeping around his neck, "Which one of you wants it?" he asked them, looking over them all for a moment before feeding the rodent to Tsuki, "Ladies first, I'm afraid."

Xapite giggled as she took another swig of what she had heard was fermented rice, although most people just called it sake. Most people in the country drank it from bowls, but her years in Europe and slight piracy gave her a sense of bottle chugging. Her vision was completely distorted, most things were larger in her view then they truly were, while technicolored blobs floated across the world around her for no reason in particular. "So I says to the Captain, Captain, I says, we be sailing into a volcano, lassie, so he says to me, he says, Ms. Samara - that be a whale," she slurred out nonsensically, giggling to herself as nobody was really around her to listen to her tale. She stood in the middle of the hallway outside her door, attempting to get herself completely drunk before the sun was at it’s peak of day. The hotel intrigued her, and there were more men here that she wouldn’t mind sharing a room with then she’d ever met in her life.

Of course, her illogical stream of mind decided the best way to get with them was to lose complete control over her body and voice – but whatever she may choose to do, by the power of Ra, she would do it. “So I says to the captain,” she continued her ludicrous tale to the shadows formed by the rising sun, “But then why is the water red?” she finished, apparently reaching the punch line in her story as she broke into hysterics on the floors outside room 69.

Kassey Lawman arrived at the inn late at night. She had just escaped from another mental institution. This one was by far the worst for they had branded her with a mark on her left shoulder. Now she was as paranoid as ever. She might never again be part of the normal society because of that mark.
So, she did the only thing she could do. She killed a few guards and made sure that the man who gave her that tattoo would live for at least a day...with a horrible infection that would spread through his bloodstream until he would rot.

Now, Cassiel Lawan woke in a strange room with a terrible headache. She pulled the covers over her head to try and block out the sun that was pouring through the windows. She could not remember last night, but already knew that she must've done something terrible, yet again.

Defeated, she got out of bed and found herself completely naked. "Well...at least she washed my clothes." And a few feet away, her clothes hung, completely dry and completely clean. A suitcase with some of her things sat on a chair not too far away, also.

After a quick shower Cassiel dressed, and headed out of her room to hunt for breakfast. She stopped dead at the entrance to the restaurant, remembering what she had done and where she was now. Her eyes teared up and she hugged herself.

"This is fine. No one will bother you, "she touched the mark on her left shoulder, "You just need some time to think and no lab coat or cop will set foot here." As she started her way towards the counter her voice became more solid. "These guys're probably more paranoid than you. They'll think it's for them and while all hell is breaking loose, you can slip out with no problems."

Cassiel sat down and ordered a nice omelet with a big glass of orange juice. She payed the man behind the counter, and began eating her breakfast. When she was finished, she sat back in her chair and sipped her OJ while looking around and giggling.

Yawning cutely as she got up, Nia looked around. She then smiled brightly, her eyes lighting up. She jumped out of the bed and hastily dressed in a dark blue dress. Tying her hair up in pigtails with dark blue ribbons, she began to hum softly. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she skipped out of the room and into the main bar. She was going to be staying here for a time. After all, she'd heard the her sister was here!

Climbing up on the stool at the bar by a lady who was cooking her food with fire, she called out. "Sir! Can I get some food please?" She flashed her brightest and cutest smile, her small voice carrying out over the room.


In the corner of the room, a young woman watched Nia's movements. She couldn't let the small girl know that she was there just yet. After all, her enemies were still out there and they would give anything to know any type of weakness she had. She'd dressed once more in clean clothes and felt refreshed. At the moment, she was drinking some Sake. Hopefully Nia wouldn't get herself into any trouble that was too much.


Turning his attention to the bar at the young voice he heard, Satoshi blinked. The female next to him chuckled softly. "Well what do you know. A kid is here." He turned and glared at the female. Neither had introduced each other and they hadn't spoken. She was drinking some strong alcohol at the moment while all he drank was water. "The kid shouldn't be here." The woman chuckled once more. "She has guts. That is for sure." She looked at him and nodded. "I'm Sonya. Who might you be." Satoshi turned and stared toward the kid. It just seemed too innocent here. "Satoshi." Sonya nodded. "I see."