[u][i]Samson Isiah Jeross.[/i][/u]

Christ! He's been noticed...

... Which isn't really that goddamn surprising when you're a firestar. Samson shook his head. Maybe tailing from the sky wasn't the best option, but he wasn't going to give up easily. At this distance, nobody (... with binoculars) would have even have discerned his features. Just like Daddy told him, fail once, get back on your feet and try again! Samson quickly descended to the ground level, just like he practiced, the second he was a few feet off the ground, the fire disappeared and he was completely normal. He landed in some backwater ass alleyway. Hopefully no one noticed him, but he was going to get the hell out of there before anyone came to investigate. He scampered out of there, and adjusted his tie. Heh. No one would find anything wrong with a muscular black guy in a suit coming out of a alleyway, right? Samson fortunately had a good idea of what the girl looked like. All he had to do was follow her through the crowd. He stepped into the same crowd as Tara did, looking inconspicuous as possible. Tara didn't exactly fall under inconspicuous due to bum-rushing her way into the crowd to hider. All Samson had to do was find her... If there's a Skull, they're bound to have a bike somewhere....

[u][i]Reiko Silas Ain.[/i][/u]

What was this woman's goal, truly?

Prove herself as a proud warrior through [i]words[/i]? Not an effective tactic. No. Not at all. Though, Reiko had to compliment how Mia was speaking to the Big Five like they were children. Her comments were amusing as they were bold. [i]I wonder how long she's going to keep this going. Kylie, even drunken, is most likely saying what is on the Skull's collective minds.[/i] If only Reiko was a little closer... and if only the Jolly Roger didn't reek of fermented piss. She could read this woman better, but she was restricted to visuals. Bah. There was that faint odor of dried blood, almost enticing, on the woman. Carrying on, Big Boss Skeleton decided to step up and say something to Mia. He was probably handling this woman better than anyone else. Better than Kylie, better than that fool Zorich. He believes he know what she wants, she wants to be a Skull... Eh. She thought he was being a little hasty. Mia only walked into the bar shit-talking everyone. He offered her a simple test - It seemed to be the usual. Beat up some cops, prove that you're a real "big man", and join the Skulls in more worthless drunken revelry. Big woop... She rolled her eyes. Reiko merely looked on dryly, occasionally taking some sips from her wine, hoping for some resolution. However, when her name was brought up...

Reiko suffered a small lapse of control, as she described it. A burst of raw irritation and anger that caused her to crush her wine glass in her palm. Causing the loud, but brief, cracking of air to fill the room. What was left of her wine spilled on the floor, mixed with some of Reiko's blood. Her brows were furled, and eyes were shot open with anger.

God dammit. Why the hell does she, out of all the faceless [i]fools[/i] in here, have to put her body on the line to test [i]another[/i] Skull? Skeleton had Titus for that, and it's a miracle that fool even got in. That bastard... She let out a quiet sigh. No, she must remain in control. Of herself, and her emotions. This was a small slip that she should have long stopped doing. [i]You are a Huntress, not a child, and you're proud of it[/i]. She found herself staring at her hand, there were glass shards and wine in her wounds. These wounds were already healing, the glass was being pushed out. It stung like hell, yes. But was it something she hasn't experienced before? No. She survived worse. As she stared at her hand.... Hmph, funny. Reiko's own nose was now being flooded with the familiar iron scent of fresh blood. At least the blood didn't flow for long. Her regenerative abilities had already clotted the blood, and not another drop came out of the wounds. It would all be gone in a few minutes. 

Now she was the elegant predator everyone thought her out to be. Calm and collected. Mature as a fine wine. "... Skeleton, with all due respect," Reiko started off, "There are a million [i]dispensable[/i] fools in here you could get for your trial, why does it have to be me?"