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[i][color=f7941d][center]Los Angeles, California
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The vanishing act was timely, if at least for the reason that it afforded a chance to withdraw from the events. It was most timely if for the fact that the sirens hadn't stayed completely idle at this point; a few more were drawing nearer still, almost as if wandering in from all directions. Predator didn't lack any understanding that they were not after him now, that whatever drew out the two contrasting figures in the masked and costumed men was truly the cause, or that the law would never have had any idea just where it was unless by sheer accident, but that did not change the need to up and leave. So, each foot pitter-pattering across the gravel of the rooftop, passing by rows of undisturbed pigeons that had no idea just how close a predator was, the game was on to find a place to call its own.

That journey took the tiger a ways but it was a rewarding one in the end. An old, decrepit series of apartments would come to be the place in the end. It wasn't difficult finding a place to rest in it, it was full of tucked away dark corners, and likely did not draw too many visitors. The air after all was musty and few prints of wayward shoes lined the floor, even less toward the higher floors. The seclusion was good enough, particularly for an animal well known for trying to keep itself out of sight and out of mind - except for when tampering with others' in this case.