[center][color=DC143C][i][h1]Krimson[/h1][/i][/color][/center]

 Lamar had expected a long and grueling shootout, so it was surprising when the masked man gunned down the hostiles in one fell swoop. [color=BDB76B]“Damn…”[/color] He mumbled, returning his own weapon to the band of his pants. Yeah, it’d be a bad idea to mess with this guy. The way he shot and his stance with that scythe… maybe he was just being paranoid, but this looked like the start of about a thousand horror movies. Of course, Ashley wasn’t really amended from that, considering her vampire like tendencies. Speaking of, the girl’s unconscious form very greedily pounced upon the fresh bodies, extracting their burgundy juices. Lamar hoped that his friend would regain consciousness soon; he wasn’t sure if he could deal with much more of this gluttonous entity that’s puppeteering her around. 

At the questioning, Lamar raised his hands, signaling that he was in fact not hostile. [color=BDB76B] “The cop car? That’s a long story. We… had to borrow it.”[/color]  They really didn’t need to get into a fight right now. Even though he figured that Krimson would be able to take this guy, they didn’t need somebody after them so close to home. [color=BDB76B] “Listen. Me and my friend here, we’re just trying to get home. She…”[/color] Pointing at Ashley [color=BDB76B] “Has already been in one fight today, and lost. If you’d just let us head up to our apartment, that would be great.”[/color]