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The bus ride wasn't fast enough, Eve almost felt like she missed it all. The crater creation tactics for the parking lot asphalt, to the hurling of women and destruction of the only strip club in Portwell. Stepping off the bus the night felt cold on Eve's skin as she reflected on everything that had just happened, it seemed like shit got out of hand quickly but this is the kind of chaos that she missed hell the type of shit she yearned for. She smiled as the bus doors closed behind her leaving her across the street from what appeared to be a confrontation in front of her.

Entering the parking lot of broken dreams it seems like two covens had met in the middle, who had thrown the first punch appeared unclear at the time. Eve prepped herself another lucky Grey Strike placing it in between her lips once again as she approached flanking off nearby Britney but off to the side of the groups as she took in the sights. Leon, Jazz-hands Ailzee and more, some randoms. She flicked the lighter a few times catching a good burn as she puffed smoke on her newly lit friend. The damned thing continued to ooze tobacco and hate as she looked over the Greenwood Coven practically defeated by a young maniac in the making.

"You guys need any help...?" She said to the Green-wooders, sucking down her cigarette as she took in the view, it looked like the two groups were about to go at it. Fun.[/center]