[center] [i][h2][color=fff79a]The Librarian[/color][/h2][/i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0iWzc_NVj4]Virtual Insanity - Jamiroquai[/url][hr][hr] [/center]

	[center][i][color=6ecff6]"Oh yeah, what we're living in, let me tell ya.
It's a wonder man can eat at all
When things are big that should be small
Who can tell what magic spells we'll be doing for us."[/color][/i]
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	The tall, hairless man stepped onto the city sidewalks with a wide smile, dressed in a visibly expensive casual suit, although it's style and color scheme made it seem as if it was purchased for a punk-themed funeral. It's use of leather and vinyl was balanced perfectly, complete with a pair of fitted biking gloves. The man had headphones in both of his ears, and he was playing it far louder than could be considered safe, as passerbys could hear his music clearly. 

[center][i][color=6ecff6]"And I'm giving all my love to this world
Only to be told
I can't see, I can't breathe
No more will we be[/color][/i][/center]

	Harry sauntered in rhythm to the beat of his music, a quite stark contrast to his aesthetic appearance and as he walked several pairs of eyes noticed him. Well, it was either the irony of a hairless man in a black suit practically dance-walking to an upbeat 90's pop-rock ballad, or that Harold himself was a rather infamous character on the streets of Gravette that caused stares to follow him as he carelessly made his way down the sidewalk. He knew he wasn't particularly liked by the humans, or other supernatural at that, but at least the supernaturals had a decent reason to avoid him.

	These thoughts however were far from his mind, as he was far too focused on an interesting development in the fair city he called home. A murder; now of course Harold was aware that this incident was hunter-related, which meant he was relatively out of harms way, but he still had to exercise a bit of damage control regarding the supernatural in Gravette. Luckily enough, he had reason to believe a certain detective leading the case was visiting a local bar looking for persons of interest. Harold had always been fond of Rebecca's Pina Coladas, and it was five o'clock somewhere; so he had a feeling he would be a winner no matter what.

	[center][i][color=6ecff6]And nothing's going to change the way we live
'Cause we can always take but never give
And now that things are changing for the worse,
See, its a crazy world we're living in[/color][/i][/center]

	Harry couldn't help but sing along softly to himself in a voice that carries the slightest hint of some sort of Eastern European accent, if one asked him where he was from he would simply respond with a gleeful grin and perhaps a quite chuckle before shaking his head. He wasn't particularly fond of giving out information regarding himself or his family, but he loved teasing people with such knowledge. 

[center][i][color=6ecff6]And I just can't see that half of us immersed in sin
Is all we have to give these
Futures made of virtual insanity now
Always seem to, be governed by this love we have
For useless, twisting, our new technology[/color][/i][/center]

	Seeing that the bar was up ahead, along with a interesting pile of shattered glass on the sidewalk, Harry picked up the pace a bit in excitement for the potential Pina Colada, and as he did so he reached into his jacket pocket and removed a silver handgun, with an equally polished silencer attached to it. He pulled back the slider to check that a round was in the chamber, and upon discovering there was, he flipped off the safety and returned the gun to his hidden holster. He then repeated this process with a second handgun he pulled from the opposite side of his jacket. Both of them were fully prepared for the possibility of an altercation, however Harry hoped it wouldn't come to that. He knew the owner was hoping to make the bar a neutral location, but what happens happens.
 
[center][i][color=6ecff6]Oh, now there is no sound for we all live underground.[/color][/i][/center]

	Harold holstered his handgun just as he stepped into the bar, something a well trained eye would notice, and removed his headphones from his ear and neatly wrapping them around his fingers as he awaited those inside to fully process that Harold Stein, the Librarian, had just entered. For the more cowardly creatures hiding within the bar, this would be reason enough to leave immediately, but the psychotic grin on Harry's face would only encourage them to pick up the pace.

	[color=fff79a]"Hello Rebecca, A Pina Colada please."[/color] Was all he said as he took a seat at the bar, his wide brown eyes staring unashamedly directly at the detective a few seats away from him.