[center][h1][i][color=Thistle]Damian[/color][/i][/h1][/center]
[hr][i]Uncle's Apartment -> One Night in Hell
(Arc 2)Day One
Midday->Night[/i][hr]

The screeching rumble of a passing train shaking the home woke Damian from his slumber with a start, glowing violet eyes flashing open in fear as his gaze swept across the scene before him. The room before him was little to look at, with peeling wallpaper and the thick smell of mold hanging in that air, the only light present came trickling in from the window. And yet, it proved no less frightening to Damian in this moment. With a shaky breath, Damian made his way out of bed, wincing slightly as the rotted floorboards let out a agonized groan in protest to his weight. He waited a moment longer, staying alert for any signs of movement in response to the sound. 

When the coast seemed clear, Damian let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he'd been holding before making his way over towards the window. Peering through the blinds at the dismal view of one of the cities railway tracks, he noticed something a bit upsetting after studying the position of the sun. 

[color=Thistle]"Fuck, I'm going to be late!"[/color] Damian let out a short curse, as he rushed away from his window, giving no heed to the noise he made as he flung open the door to his room, entering an equally unimpressive living room, a radio blurting out some news in the background as an unconscious form lay sprawled along the only couch in the room. Damian tried to hurry out the rest of the way to the door, and had the door nearly fully opened when he heard a sudden 'swishing' sound cut through the air. Before he could even think, Damain quickly ducked to the side, expecting to see a black claw speeding by. However, it proved to be little more than common knife, which ended up planted within a neighbors door across the hallway. Damian gaze drifted from the thrown projectile to a set of stairs right next to it, considering making a break for it. [i][color=Thistle]'Maybe he's not up yet. It could always just be a reflex to the noise.'[/color][/i]  This vain hope was ended quickly as a gravelly voice growled out from behind him, the mere sound of it causing Damain's body to freeze stiff.

[color=gray]Stop making so much goddamn noise, you little shit."[/color] Damian's uncle slowly readjusted himself into a sitting position, holding his head in what looked like a vain attempt to hold back the pain from the hangover he was obviously suffering from.[color=Gray]"What the fuck are you even still doing here, I though you had left for that one job with that fruity drug dealer? Don't tell me it took you that long to recover from last night's scuffle."[/color]

[color=thistle][i]'Which means he's irritated. . . shit.'[/i][/color] Damian thought, fidgeting nervously with the edge of his shirt as he wondered what his Uncle would say next. The man was never easy to predict, as his mood seemed to be attached to a hair trigger at all times. One moment he could seem entirely fine,even at ease, and the next he seemed so enraged that all it took was one wrong word to set him off. Last night he had been the latter of the two, and Damian could still feel the aches and pains from last night's 'scuffle' quite clearly, even if there were no outward markings of the event. The perk of his Nightwalker blood, tho it never truly felt like one when dealing with his uncle. [color=Thistle]"I-i d-don't feed as often as much as y-y-you do, sir."[/color]

His Uncle scoffed at the excuse, but went back to reclining reaching for a nearby bottle of vis-infused alcohol that seemed to be about half full of the potent drink. [color=Gray]"Whatever, just get out of here already. If you lose out of this job Darius hooked you up with, I doubt that either of us will get off it scott-free, and trust me that whatever shit Darius gives my way will come your way to."[/color] With that threat left hanging in the air, the black-haired man chugged the wrest of his drink before tossing the bottle behind him. 

Seeing that the conversation was now over, Damian was quick to exited out the door, making sure to shut it gently so as to not risk further irritating his uncle. He also made sure to remove the knife from his neighbors door, shoving it into a nearby pocket for now before he quickly made his way down the nearby stairs, trying to chart a quick route to One Night in Hell in his head as he quickly rushed down the steps, three at a time. Thanks to his Uncle's little speech, he likely wouldn't be able to make it to the train, which mean that if he wanted any chance of making it to the club with a semblance of punctuality, he'd have to take a variety of back alleyways in his shadow form, which was much faster than his human. A route he hated for the tendency of it being filled with less than sound of mind Licentia prowling around for an easy target, around this time was the likely start of said prowling to begin. Still, if he was fast enough, maybe he'd get lucky and wouldn't be harassed by any of them, or at least could outrun any of the ones that did notice him.
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Damian would enter One Night in Hell through one of the buildings vents, the dark streak of shadow being hardly noticeable within the darkened room, and any who could possibly see him having long lost themselves to the pounding beat of the music, especially with the enchantingly melodious tones of Lilith's singing holding most enraptured in awe. The banging of the club also hid the banging sound that echoed out of the vent Damian had come from, as the Licentia that had been chasing him the past quarter block attempted to one lat futile attempt to grab at it's prey before finally leaving. Damian himself had taken human form in an empty booth nearby, letting out a breath as he did so.

Once he had managed to get his bearings and calm himself down from the chase, Damian got up and made his way towards the staff section of the club. As he made his way around the less active patrons of the club, earning more than a few curious looks as he did so before they went back about their business, he felt a slight chill go through him. His eyes shifted from green to violet as he began sweeping the dance floor, his Vis sense having picked up on a rather distinct signature. Scanning the mesh of moving bodies on the dance floor, it took him little time to spot who he was looking for.

Corinna.

Her outfit was quite different this time when compared to her visit to Victorious Secret, but he'd have easily been able to recognize her after the utter fiasco their first meeting had been. He'd been trying to avoid thinking about it over the past couple days, but seeing her now left him quite shaken. [i][color=thistle]Why is she here? Does she know I work here? Had she grown tired of waiting? And if she did, for what? Payback . . . or . . .?[/color][/i] This and other thoughts swirled in Damian's head before he settle himself with a deep breath, shaking his head clear of any further paranoid ramblings. [color=thistle][i]Your over-thinking this, Damian. It's just a coincidence. forget about it and get to work before Masha fires you.[/i][/color] His mind made up, he continued on his way towards the staff section, though he remained unable to cast one more glance in Corinna's general direction, once more thinking back to what had occurred in Victorious Secret.

[i][color=Thistle]'Maybe I should tell Masha to have someone keep an eye on her. . . just in case.'[/color][/i]
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