Vincent Watched it fall into the street below and locked the door "Just in case...." he looked out the window, it was dark outside. Then turned to look at the clock. It was late, then looked at the calender, it was a school night. He turned to Angel "Go to bed."

Angel watched him turn in circles before shaking her head and heading off to bed.

Deserve and Viv had bought the house and he left her there to settle down and sort through her things they had moved onto the top floor.

He walked through the streets watching down ally ways and through open door's curious to see what was happening in this city.

Sanae winced as she popped a bone back into place, grinding her teeth together in place. She popped another into place, this time giving out a small cry. The knuckles were a very sensative bone and if you didn't do it just right, you could damage nerved and tendons popping them back into place. It was also very tedious, considering their placement inside the hand. She groaned, laying her head against a cold, wet brick wall, unwilling to continue the process at the moment. It just hurt too much.

Deserve stopped and watched as a girl cracked her hands joints and cringed. It looked painful!

Sanae hissed, going back to that extremely tedious, extremely unpleasant process of fixing her hand. She gritted her teeth, snapping her disjointed middle knuckle back in place. She curled in on herself, not even noticing the man watching her, too preoccupied with actually dealing with the pain.

Vincent watched her shut the door to her bedroom. His eyes narrowed and he walked into his room then come out a short time after with his pinstriped suit and fedora on. He snuck out the door and locking it on his way out.

Vivian was currently moving things into her room with the help of some furniture movers. Her blue eyes scanning each piece of old and tacky furniture.
Note to self, buy new furniture.
She wandered what Deserve was doing, but put it out of mind as she walked over to her bed. It was large and luxourious. It had come with the room.
Vivian sprinted over to it and jumped onto the fluffy mass of pillows and blankets, not even caring about the strangers giving her odd looks.
She smelled the sheets and clutched some of it in her hands.
I could so get used to this.
Vivian rolled around for a moment, then sat up and slid her legs over the side of the bed. Making sure to stay awake so she could watch these men unloading her things. She didnt' exactly trust them.
She wanted Deserve to come back, make her feel safe. Just the thought made Vivian rub her now cold arms.

Deserve ignored the person with broken hand, he wasnt about to get dirty on the account of them to help. Instead he hailed for a cab and went home.

He stepped up onto front step and pulled out his key to unlock the door knowing that Vivian would keep it locked to be safe.

Vivian was up on the top floor, so she didn't hear Deserve unlock the door. She was too busy arranging all her furniture and wondering what wallpaper to use. Though, it seemed a shame to get ride of the already pretty royal wallpaper. Beautiful, and it would be a crime to tear it all off.
Who said Vivian obeyed the law? Let's see...probably a nice blue color. But it wouldn't match the red bed.
Should I just get new bed sheets? It seemed too much trouble and expensive. She wasn't about to borrow money from Deserve since she already lived in his home.
Why did he even ask me to live with him anyway? He could've just bought a smaller house and gotten along just fine.
The big house suggested a big ego. Great, egomanic.

James grimaced,, watching as that black haired lady from that one guy's house try to fix her hand. He may have gotten her name at some point, but it wasn't him who was awake at teh time. It was the other one, the other him. It was odd. He knew what was going on when the other was awake, but everything was garbled and choppy, almost as if he was watching an old TV show on bad recption on a broken TV. He watched as the red-eyed woman attempted to fix her hand, oinly glancing as a purple haired man stalked off an hailed a cab, leaving her alone. He almost groaned, knowing he may have to approach her.

Deserve picked up the phone and rang Vivian room waiting for her to pick it up. He wondered if she new she even had a phone there. It rang.

He was in the lower floors kitchen and cooking biscuits. It had started to rain outside. the drops where heavy hitting the pavement, smashing into thousands of pieces.

The phone kept ringing waiting for an answer.

Vivian was still decideing on whether or not to get new wallpaper and furniture when the phone rang,
She about jumped out of her skin and had five heart attacks at the same time. Her high pitched squeek could be heard from miles away.
With her heart still beating at two hundred miles an hour, Vivian picked up the phone and grounded out,
"Hello?"

Deserve laughed into her ear heartedly. "Would you like to join my in floor ones kitchen for hot drink n freshly baked cookies? I promise i wont bite." He smiled and nodded his head even though she could not see him. "It's cold and raining, This house is big and the fire is going in the sitting room. Have you looked the house over properly???" Deserve was excited that he owned this old house and was proud he could shear it with someone.

Vincent walked around a corner and straight into the down town action. His eyes scanning each induvidual person and picking up a small sample of their "Unique" personalities and habits. A pack of teenagers were dragging around a smaller girl and pulling her by her arms through one store to the next like a rag doll. She could be a gazell and them the lions. A handsome man was with his friends in a bar eyeing a group of blushing women, but when his friends weren't looking, he was sneaking peeks at the shy man in the corner with mousey brown hair, sipping at a beer. That sneaky fox. Vincent shook his head. He saw sanea cracking her knuckles back into place and stopped to buy a newspaper, which he "Read" as he walked past her at the opposite side of the street. Only when he was safe did he put it away. He passed a man who had his eyes glued on an elderly lady, and her purse. Vincent reached his hand quickly into the mans pocket and retrived the knife that would have been used to commit a crime and tipped off a poilice that was survaying the crowed. Vincent stopped infront of a small shop and opened the door. Inside there was a dull lit room and many empty chairs. he sat down and ordered a ginger lemon tea.

Angel layed awake in her bed for a while before her feet became restless, Oh well this is what I get for living on the street for so long, she thought as she stood getting dressed in as much black as possible. Angel then walked to her window being quiet as she slipped throw. Soon she was out, the soft wind blowing gently throw her hair. Angel hummed a light tune as she continued her walk around the town.

Vincent sipped it quietly while he read the newspaper. He was doing the crossword. He had a "Friend" that would send in his own home made crosswords to the papers and send him notes. Vincent laughed at the funny chuck norris joke his friend had made him work for. And began writing his own out of spite.

She found a little cafe just outside of the town sqaure, as her eyes roamed around she began to realize people were stairing at her like they didn't know where she came from. The thought made her giggle as she smiled at them, "Hello." Angel spooke in a light voice, before turning back to the book she had taken from Vincent, 'How to kill a Zombie 101.'

Vincent stood up and left after paying his tab. Suddenly serious again. He sighed, what to do, what to do. It's not like I'm an evil scientist, he thought to himself, but I really want to kidnap someone. He pondered for a moment, better not.

After awhile of laughing like mad at the people who freaked when she said hello to them, she picked up her empty tea cup frowning at it, "Well thats no good." she stood placing her money on the table before strolling some more in the night. She spotted Sanae, Angel turnned on her heals walking back the other way before she or anyone else spotted her.

James turned his head, blinking at Angel. "Eh...A-angel?" he called, not sure if she'd be able to hear him, or if she'd even care. He turned back to looked at Sanae down the alley she had hidden herself in, finally finsished with cracking her knuckles in. Maybe she didn't need help.

Angel quickly spun around her eyes wide, "James? What are you doing walking around in the dead of night?" She hide her shock with a smile as she went bonding out into the street towards him. Her eyes darted towards the alley before she let out a small giggle-fit.

"Well...Dad got a little..." James said, stopping himself. He didn't want to talk about his father. he's the one who made him so fearful to begin with. "Well...the...the black haired lady needs help, doesn't she?" he asked, pointing to Sanae's curled up form, the woman's body trembling for the agony.

Angel scrunched her face before looking at Sanae, then let out a small sigh "Yeah help me drag her to my dad's place." She walked over to Sanae while mumbling, "So much for my walk...."

Sanae twitched, looking over to Angel dangeorusly. Her eyes seemed to soften when she realised who it was. She then went back to looking at teh ground, trembling. James just watched, hesitant to approach the pale woman. Finally, he followed Agel, still afraid.