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[h2]Elliot S. Gordon[/h2][/center][hr]

The cafe door slammed open as Elliot made his entrance, his foot still hovering in the air from kicking it. He took a glance around the room then casually walked in as if there was nothing to be seen. Dragging behind him was a giant Youkai head still dripping it's burnt orange blood, leaving a trail behind him. He head was almost human-like but for it's size. The lips were deep red with large fang-like teeth biting over the top lip. The eyes were closed but covered in shades of reds, purples and blues. The hair on the creature was a dark brown and seemed unkempt like a lions mains.

Elliot took a few strides in the let out a roaring laughter at the sheer amount of spirits in the vicinity. [color=orange]"Somebody call pest control we seem to be having a problem!"[/color] He reached the reward counter for completing his contract, lifted the head of the Youkai and dropped it enthusiastically down allowing it to bounce once or twice. It's blood began oozing off the side of the counter towards the ground. He slapped his hand down on the counter with the contract underneath it and waited for his money.[color=orange]"One, ugly ass Youkai head, signed and delivered."[/color] 

Elliot nodded at the pink haired girl working behind the counter. He motioned to her to give him a drink. He's seen her here many times before but her name slipped away from him as a spirit came knocking into him. [color=orange]"Oy, no need to be rude!"[/color] He said, grimacing at the spirit. He reached his left hand under the sleeve of his right arm and felt for his bead. It was dark red with eyes covering it's surface. At a glance the eyes look painted on but when viewing the object out of the corner of your eye the eyes seem to be searching the room, blinking or staring right back. He kissed it gently before using his thumb and middle finger to flick it in the air. 

The bead shot up quickly then hovered just below the ceiling, to began looking around, beaming it's eyes at the spirits while it turned slowly and beginning it's undistinguished whispers of an unknown foreign language. The spirits began moving in extra slow motion, so slow you'd have to look closely to even see if any type of movement was happening at all. Elliot started laughing and slamming his fist against the counter repeatedly as an emphasise. [color=orange] "That's my girl! Look at the fuckers go!"[/color] He jumped in front of the spirit that nudged him, made a few outlandish funny faces at it then sat down where his drink was placed and began sipping on it. Seemingly ignoring everyone else in the room.