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Damien glanced around the tiny shop, in which he had entered in easily with no problem at all, walking with confidence through the shop as he examined the goods of the bakery. He eventually found out what he wanted and headed to the cash register to go pay, and approached the female cashier who was in charge. He smiled as he gave some small talk to the girl and paid before leaving, it was an easy job as he had contact lens in the color of light brown. During his conversation he silently wondered why it was so hard for other 'gifted' individuals to not go out in the open, they simply had to use their brains and work around the problems. This thought had came to him when the tv, inside the store was turned on with again another news, of a 'gifted' individual killed in their parent's backyard. 

So, after his purchase Damien walked out of a bakery that he had stopped by to grab some croissants, in general they were his favorite type of food on the go, however his last batch had gotten dry and hard so he had threw them away. With a new package of croissants and several other baked goods in a bag that he was carrying he took a right and started walking to his car. Passing a girl who looked rough shape and from the brief glance he stole at her face he knew what she was. Would he risk talking to the girl, or should he help her? In the end his compassionate side took over and gave in, and he wanted to tap the girl on the shoulder but instead went up to the girl and discreetly talked to her as if they we're related somehow. 

[color=CadetBlue]"Oh Hey, how are you long time no see!" He said happily smiling to her, cheerfully glowing before giving a face of concern "You don't look so well! What happened to you, if you stay out here any longer you, you know [b][i]'They wont be happy now'[/i][/b] ! I also heard there are hunters in the town now, so there is a lot of tension right now. I think we need to lay low back at home and let things settle down, come-on lets go."[/color] 

As he was talking to the girl, his voice felt oddly soothing but soon ended as with a flick of the wrist, he smiled before slipping his hand into hers and guided her to his car. Once he had reached [url=http://www.caniretireyet.com/wp-content/uploads/Van-2009.jpg]his motorhome[/url], his keys went into the door before it opened, before releasing her hand and motioned her to go in first. He spared a glance or two both sides of him cautiously as he always was looking incase trouble came along.