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@gabriel rosenberg. At a time like this, the streets are usually anything but kind and quiet. The twilight had transitioned to the dark black that settled over the sky, light pollution preventing from that deep reflected blue to show in the stars’ light. Had Leon been a painter, he would spend the rest of his mortal life in the countryside to capture those blues.

If he had been a painter, Leon would’ve liked to think he would be a mortal. Just like every other stupid person awake at this time, scurrying around like the vermin they lived with, susceptible to even the smallest of threats such as Leon. The countryside would be fulfilling as a mortal, their short little lives, yet to someone like Leon, everyday passed by and he had to live every second. The city in all its suffering and disgust, it was perhaps the only entertainment Leon could find himself part of, even if he spent most of it as a spectator.

Many like himself would go looking for trouble, feeding off of beauties in dark alleys and running away from the light of the law, or they’d indulge themselves in other pleasures, that kept humans or their own beauties alive. In a place like this, without the lights , there was only so much one could do. Chaos was welcomed, sought out for, yet Leon find himself turned away from it.

Today was calm. He had felt like a cat lazing around most of the day, hidden from the sun, yet basking in its warmth. Many would find a calm day to be a good day, perhaps boring, and Leon was typically the type to agree… But it had felt off. Like he could smell the storm that had yet to roll in, and Leon wasn’t so sure if he could predict the brevity of it just yet.

Only Peter could ask Leon to do an errand for him at this time of night. Sure, he was almost hacking up his lung with how much he coughed, but Peter had a lot of trust in Leon that he could make it back in one piece with the medicine in hand. Maybe Leon was his best bet, despite his figure tricking those into thinking he could be easily knocked down, he did what he did for a job and did it well. Only he knew that on these streets.

Maybe Leon’s prediction was right. He heard the shots fired and ducked his head, turning his head back and seeing a figure run out of the establishment Leon had passed, gaining time on him. Do not be fooled by the beast’s eyesight, as the man was still quite some ways away, yet Leon could see him so clearly as if he were merely a couple metres away. Leon frowned and willed himself to not get involved, rule number one living in a city like this, but when the men chasing the figure lurched out of the bar, Leon recognized them.

“Oh, goddamit,” Leon cursed to the invisible deity, and held out his hand. “Follow me, I’ll help you.”

@leon yang. the gun pointed toward Gabriel who partially cowered with hands raised;"Jesus Christ- I paid him already-!" 'No you ing didn't! That was a down payment for taking so damn long!' The barrel of the gun presses into the scrunched temple. With attention on the cowering frame, the bartender lowers a hand to hit the panic button and signal a silent alarm that called the police. 'No you ing don't-' The gun once more is targeted at the man behind the bar and he pulled the trigger, hitting the man straight through the palm. Now people were really screaming, and so too was the man who keeled over in pain while grasping the new flesh wound.

While all this way happening, Gabriel, in a sheer will to survive took the moment to to throw his shoulder into the man's stomach and barrel through, shoving him off to the side and into the bar. Being close to the ground, he's easily grabbed by the unfamiliar men, but he scrambles against the hold on his clothes and manages to slip free and race to the door. Gabriel made it out in time to swing his body with the door framing to not lose momentum fractions of a second before the frame held was shot at in an effort to stop or slow his escape. Panicked and afraid, Gabriel looks wide eyed for an escape as he runs as fast as he can down the sidewalk..

@leon yang. "Yeah, that'll be all, thank you." Gabriel commented in his best, and clearest Korean. He'd moved out to the country less than a week ago, and with work moving very slowly, it wasn't unreasonable to consider getting to know the community as well as its bars and adult shops. The free time wouldn't last forever, so why not? Getting a simple rum and coke, the frame proceeds to turn to see what he could get up too at the bar only to be greeted by three men, none of who he recognized.. all.. but one.

'Gabe! What a surprise-' Said the familiar face. The reality of whom spoke had Gabriel's stomach sink into his shoes. It couldn't have been them, and it couldn't have been that serious.. could it? Apart of him felt safe for moving to a new country to pursue work and a job, but this unexpected 'meeting' let him know he was being too naive to think he'd escaped from an age old problem. So stunned by who he met eye to eye with, the rim of the glass was brought to his lips to take a sip only for it to be smacked so hard out of his hand it was sent flying into the bars wooden structuring and shattered, getting glass, ice and rum all over the lower part of the bar, but also on the floor. "Woah now, no need to get violent.." Stating in a casually fearful tone in hopes to not mask the sheer panic he was truly feeling.

'You think I'm here to play nice with my /boys/? After flying half way across the GODDAMNED WORLD?!' The bartender immediately defused the situation;'Hey, I'm gonna have to ask you fellas to step out if you're going to cause a ruckus in my bar, do it now, or I'll call the police.' Without so much as a breath a gun was pulled, and people started screaming and moving away from the trio, Gabriel, and the bartender. Immediately, hands lift. 'I don't think that'll be a problem.. we're just gonna take this one with us..'