[color=8dc73f][b][b]Hazama, Harumi[/b][/b][/color][hr]

Safe, in her dorm at last.

Though tired, and feeling slightly dirty from the patch on the front of her vest, Harumi did not go for her bed nor her bath, but went first towards her computer. Her camera, safe and sound from those dirty grubby grabby hands back there, can now safely dispatch its load onto her computer's memory, where she would process and select the appropriate picture for tonight's latest and hottest scoop. Fatigue and fear drained from her body, as focus took over. Once more, she was just a journalist, doing her job, and writing about the story she had gained. 

There wasn't much she could do, however, save writing about a possible story, and that she had found someone dead in an alley with the promise that she will investigate further. Posting it upon her site, Harumi glanced over several of the social networks she kept tabs on, noting that there was already rumours of what had happened back there.

Despite everything, she could still feel that delicious chill upon her back of the thought of the story she could potentially get from this. After, of course, she took a bath and take a well deserved rest.

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Taking care to disguise herself as well as she could, Harumi tied up her hair in a short ponytail, putting on the cap and oversized vest on. She was going towards one of the more underdeveloped part of the city, to meet one of the Skillout gangs she was in contact with. It wasn't just for information this time however, for she felt that last night's event would open her up to being next. There were things the Skill Outs could obtain for her that she could not normally get. Things that could help her if anyone did target her. 

The Blue Wolves gang, though not really large or that influential, was the ones she was going to meet. Or at least, one of them.

Nodding to herself, Harumi finally went out of her dorm, confident that she was, at least, harder to identify at first glance.