[u][b]30 Silver - Team B[/b][/u]

Running Late. Of course he would be. After all, if you're a minute late it's the same as two minutes, or three, or a good ten. But eventually, he had to move. He had to get up and be alive. The being alive part of things though, that was the hard part. The day was hot. He hated hot days, and he just wanted to stay where it was cold. But that wasn't possible, not if he wanted to get back. Get back that thing he lost. Whatever it was. He just knew something was missing. 
[i]"You alive?"[/i] It was an older man who spoke up, finally paying attention to the thing that had been resting in the alley way. In a box. With that visible eyeless skull, those arms and legs stripped of meat, and that shaggy body that at the very least seemed like it could still be alive. 
[i]"أعيش"[/i] The noise the creature made sounded old. A dead langue, but it wasn't a demonic language. It was the lanaguage the thing knew best. The language of his home.
[i]"That english?"[/i]
[i]"No... It's older."[/i] The creature let out a sigh, which was like ice. Slowly he stood, towering over the old man and letting the box fall to the ground. It collapsed, clearly held up entirely by the sleeping creature. Slowly he turned around, his empty eye sockets seemed to take the world in for a moment.
[i]"You usually sleep in a box?"[/i] The answer was... No. He usually slept wherever he could. He liked that. Being able to pick and choose where he slept. Having a designated place felt... Caging. Slowly the monster walked off, and the old man waved him away. [i]"Well, catch you later then. Weirdo."[/i]

[u]Brimstone Avenue[/u] wasn't hard to find. Well, harder than most places, but not all that hard to find once you knew where to look. A lot of space to cover, but it couldn't be all that hard. Not for that creature. He drew a few eyes, with his bright white coat of fur, but most ended up looking away. After all, it was rude to stare. 
He was the last to step into the group, a claw brushing against the stone. He brushed the grooves of the stone, as if ignoring the others. He was probably the last to arrive. He could tell just by looking at the others. One of them, the big guy, and clearly Big Red just by the look of him, was the most striking of the group. Well, at least the one who stood out the most. The beast man drew his attention to the vampire, who had just finished shuffling his... Well they were probably prostitutes if one was to give a guess. The other two didn't have much to talk about... Though they had their uses, or they wouldn't be there. 
[i]"تحية طيبة."[/i] He said, stepping forward and brushing his neck. [i]"I am Thirty Silver. I apologize for my tardiness."[/i]