[Color=cyan][H1]Rain[/h1]
"Graci."[/color]
He spoke after the waiter took his order. When the waiter returned to see if he had anything to order he had the bandana on which took her by suprise with a visible jump. He looked at the menu and asked for a banana split because, as he told the waitress, he hasn't had one since he was a child. It also would put his nerves at ease. All of his items were taken away and he was given a number slapped into his hand. [I]69[/i]. All those that were not carefully concealed. His cellphone and pocket knife was taken along with the chain to his wallet.  Nothing else was found on him just as he planned. A sneaky smile on his face but hidden away by the bandana he had. He watched the people enter and go about the floors just as uneasy as everyone else. It was the ones who seemed fairly confident who caught his eye. Out of the few the most confident and outstanding one was a young girl dressed in a doll like outfit. Was she a doll? She had inhuman features that seemed beyond just plastic surgery. Her height was something to see also and though he did not fear her he thought it would be best to not approach her. Instead he looked on to the bartender and the woman who sat before him with her slender legs and even tone. A thought began to sprang in his mind from seeing two unique women amongst the hunters. [Color=cyan]"There might be some real dimes here." [/color]His smirk began to rescend as he focused on narrowing in on other people. 

A brown coated man came in with little pause. He seemed as if the elegance of the place was his normalcy. Sitting with a clear view of the stage he seemed more of a customer than a exam entrant. The extravagance took Rain by surprise. He was happy to feel this way, meaning to him his life didn't get too good. He was not like them. The higher ups and aristocrats were his polar opposites. Yet his path always crossed with their kind and it usually was due to his skill. He dropped the bandana now, his smile dissipating. He watched as another man approached from the elevator. One who was marked by many days of sunlight and clothed as a tribesmen, beads and all. He was interesting, but not kindred in a way he knew.

Rain let out a silent sigh and took a long sip of his water before placing the half empty cup down. Looking into it's reflection he could see the elevator and who now emerged from it to enter the floor. His eyes lids widens as his pupils grow. Vsions of the past flooded his blurry memories into a trance of music and a night amongst flashing lights and drowning in poison. It was many a night like this he saw the walk. The posture and the sheer confidence of someone who was born high brow. But the colors did not match the top side of the wealthy pool. Colors matched the soul often and her soul seemed a tad near the twilight. He assumed this but was not sure, though his blood felt it was. He had neared many of this type in his dealings with mafia bosses and their kin. 

Her hair was purple.. No pink. It was hard to tell. But despite her lack thereof Rain could imagine her strutting with accessories galore just as many of the haughty women of the upper class. He despised the attitude. But over time he grew accustomed to their nature and having been adored by many of their ilk he was and still is showered with their wealth's gifts. Could this woman be another utility to add to his belt? He watched her long legs carry herself up each step. He whistled a bit under his breathe. [Color=cyan]"My tastes exactly.. thank you hunter exams." [/color]He chuckled. His smirk beginning to grow again.

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