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Location: One Night In Hell
Time:Day 1 (Arc 2) About 6pm[/center]

Killian grumbled as his car pulled up towards the club. One Night in Hell wasn’t far off from the truth considering clubs sometimes stirred up trouble. They also tended to become targets for those wanting to cause a massive ruckus with the owners. In all honestly the young man hoped Marsha wasn’t one to cause trouble or make unreasonable dealings. Granted that his new boss was clouded in nothing but mystery.

The young man shifted out of the car, his figure moved towards the trunk, fingers grasping the hidden latch as they gently tucked on the lever. The subtle whooshing sound made a comforting said granted nothing but darkness laid inside the area. Darkness that had just recently reached the light of day until that one single day. Then again this was bound to catch up with him. Considering that those who are closest to him was still in the illegal game. It was just a matter of time before the seed of chaos spread towards them. Granted when this day happened heads would roll.

[Color=FFDAB9]” Shit. I need to get inside before Marsha has my head. I hope she's in a good mood tonight.”[/color] He mumbled to himself as he gathered the prison break outfit and shut the door. The guy’s figure slowly walked toward the entrance, noting an unfamiliar face exiting with hurry, making the feeling in his gut crawl more. The guy knew it would be best to mention this to his boss later. Once inside the human walked into the locker room area and changed. His figure moved out from the room and went directly to work.