[color=fff200][h1] Street Smarts Shuffle [/h1][/color]
[color=bc8dbf][right][h2] Kijo Kokorensin[/h2][/right][/color]


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Emerald eyes would watch carefully at the scene unfold in front of her. A smirk would grow across her face as she would stare through the chaos of civilians fleeing in fear, after all not many people were use too her life style. Kijo however, would casually, slowly move closer too the scene, and then slinking into a booth, watching the scene. She’d sniff at the tea pot, and move too touch it. Darn it was could. A few gun shots, and she’d frown softly. Well, that sucks.. she was really in the mood for tea too. Crossing her legs, she’d peak her head out. Oh.. was it over already?

Well.. she would slowly stand up looking too the ground. The police would no doubt be coming soon, and a crowd of people had formed outside of the restaurant. Glancing back to The Outsider, it seemed too be on guard, staring too the stand she’d pause, as she’d move out from the back. Only a fool would stay around, pushing her hands in to the pocket of her jacket as the stand would float behind her, as if it had been her very shadow. [i] There were many eyes on you, Kijo. It is very unwise.[/i] She’d glance too the Outsider, as it would follow after her- The Outsider thought itself as a teacher too her, she barely listened. Although she did admit, she should have moved somewhere less crowded. 

Pausing as she’d duck behind a group of people. Fuck, her eyes would narrow onto four more members of the group following her. They had simply been watching. They were acting as if they were civilians as they watched their friends die. She’d frown, what scum. Glancing too the man who probably unknowingly saved her. She sighed, so.. he had been different? She sighed, she’d have too leave the area now, after all.. not many people have her taste in clothing. Moving slowly from the crowded area she’d quickly duck behind a corner, unknown of eyes following her. 

Yes, it had been true. The group of four had been watching their friends die, not helplessly, not fearfully.. well maybe three of them were, but out of the four a man with a very calm expression and a cigar in his mouth would be watching almost too closely. It was his order too simply watch. Looking too the youngest of the group, his dark eyes would narrow too the golden locked lad. [b]”Go tell the others about dis mess ‘ere.” [/b] his tone would be low, but commanding, and for a moment it would almost distract him from their original objective. 

His dark eyes would lock too the larger member of their group, a rather muscular man, [b]”She doesn’t live now.”[/b] he would say lowly again, almost certain that only the two would hear him. The large man would turn and soon move after the thief in white, slowly, leaving the cigar man with his final ally. [b]”We make sure he doesn’t interfere anymore...”[/b] his voice would be low. [b]”If he doesn’t, then we leave....easy as that.”[/b] he would ashe the cigar easily on the side walk, and the final man would nod. After all they were alive so far because of him 
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