[CENTER][img]https://i.imgur.com/aKMFtS3.png[/img][/CENTER] [color=766359]Color code 766359[/color] Location: Mainly The Underground, but some nondescript locations before that Speaking with: Person on the other side of the phone Interacting with: Concert goers and venue workers generally [color=black][sup]__________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] [i] THUD [/i] Lucian pulled the door to his purposely nondescript, slightly worn, 2005 Toyota Camry, painted black with slightly tinted windows. The rain continued to patter against the vehicle. Even though the exterior is showing it's age, the interior was kept spotless, even without the scent of burnt cigarettes as Lucian brought one to his lips. With the cigarette unlit, he reached inside his kutte, brought out the old flip phone and began to dial... [color=766359] "Yes. It's me. I need to call a cab for two. Midnight Express, if you know what I mean. " "Yes, I'm still..." "Now why would you ask that, Charlie?" "Yes, I'll have..." "See you, Charlie." [/color] The phone call ends. Lucian inspects his clothing, making sure there were no bloodstains on him. He pulls his shirt up and takes a long, hard, sniff, trying to pick up any stray scents that didn't belong on him. He needed his hands clean of what he just did. A slip up like that cannot go unpunished. They knew better. Checking his watch, it was still early enough for him to head home and change before going to the concert, as long as his 'friend' got here fast enough. The rain was threatening to wash out all the blood from the asphalt and carry it to unwanted places. Lucian tried his best to keep the scene...tidy. The act was not necessarily quick, nor painless. But it was deemed efficient enough for Lucian's standards... About 20 minutes after the call, a white, unmarked, refrigerated Sprinter van pulled up. Lucian checked his rear-view mirror and noticed a familiar figure wearing a black trilby. The man was followed up two very large individuals wearing full-bodied lab suits with neoprene gloves and boots, carrying various cleaning implements. [color=766359] "Charlie." [/color] [color=00aeef]"Mr. Shelby."[/color] Lucian reached into his kutte, pulling out two poker cards with a golden border and handed them to the man wearing the trilby. [color=00aeef]"Does this mean you're back doing the handy work yourself, Mr. Shelby?"[/color] [color=766359]"I never stopped. Be seeing you, Charlie."[/color] The man tipped his trilby softly as Lucian stepped back in his car and drove off. During his drive, he called into The Underground, the sound of music, crowd and revelry filled his speaker. [color=766359]"Who have you seen?" [/color] [color=00a651]"Just about everyone. Even the loners. Dom. Kessler, Luther, Vex, Casey..."[/color] [color=766359]"Backdoor. I need a booth in the upper area."[/color] [color=00a651]"Ooo...They're tak-"[/color] [color=766359]"Clear one out. Quietly.[/color] [color=00a651]"It's gonna cos-"[/color] Lucian hung up before the man at the venue finished his words. Moments later, he arrived, just as he said he would. He made eye contact with the man standing by the backdoor and with that small acknowledgement, the man opened the door and allowed Lucian in. Reflexively, he slid his hand into the inner pocket of his kutte, making sure the flip phone is silenced and secure before walking through a heavy metal door, the dull thudding of bass drums bumping just beyond where Luican stood. As soon as the door opened, Lucian was flooded with a mix of various senses. Sounds, colors, sights, scents, everything hit him at once. He softly closed his eyes, allowing his brain to process all the information. The speakers belting out sounds, the performers on stage doing their thing. The crowd in the pit shambling like mindless puppets to the music. Sweat, alcohol, perfume, pheromones. An intoxicating mix that tugged at Lucian's based desires. He grinned to himself slightly, one canine fang showing slightly. As calm as he wanted to remain, his body reacted naturally to the chemical mixture that presented itself to him. In the midst of deciphering all the information and walking towards a recently emptied booth, Lucian made mental notes of where people are. Dom and Vex are near the dance floor. Kessler and Casey are firmly in the mix. Luther is near the bar. Very good. [color=00a651]"Mr. Shelby. Welcome. Enjoying your evening?[/color] [color=766359]"Murphy."[/color] Lucian said coldly as he slid a poker card with the shimming gold border to the man. The man giddily pocketed the card and scuttled off. Lucian made eye contact with a bottle service girl, porcelain skin shimmering with the faintest hint of sweat and make up. [color=92278f]"What are we drinkin, honey?[/color] [color=766359]"Gin. Hendricks"[/color] [color=92278f]"Certainly."[/color] Voice dipped in honey and coated with gunpowder. This one would be fun to break, Lucian thought. He reached into his kutte once again, taking out a small stack of cash. He slipped the bills between his thumb and index finger, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the girl. [color=766359]"Keep the rest, you've had a long night, I'm sure."[/color] Lucian said as he nonchalantly placed no less than five bills into the girl's palm, pressing in with some force before allowing his fingers to trail off. [color=92278f]"It's Yelena."[/color] The girl said as she stood with a sultry smile and sauntered away. Lucian leaned back in his booth, allowing the atmosphere of the venue provide him with an imperfect camouflage. Lighting a cigarette, he took a long drag and observed the scene from his perch, plotting his next move...