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First Draft, I think I have everything in order.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


A car whizzed by Bart, swiping his side and throwing him for a complete loop as he stumbled around, trying to get his bearings. He shook his head as he heard an ear splitting crash, wincing at the noise. A look of relief started to spread across his face, before collapsing and melting away as he saw a fire hydrant ripping through the air, moving far to fast for him to possibly react, other than a brief, muffled scream as he only started to open his mouth before the hydrant collided with him, sending him flying back.

The initial damage of the force was mitigated by the fact that he was now speeding towards the wall behind him, and hadn't actually hit anything yet. He face was cut up and bruised as he hurtled to the wall, but nothing too bad. He had little over a second to think, think of anything that could let him escape, but it was to no avail. He just didn't have the reaction speed or time or strength or anything to get him out of slamming into what would surely be his final destination. His arms flailed wildly, struggling, as humans are to do, against the impossibility before him, trying for anything, but nothing would come, except for horrible, ungodly amounts of pain.

His skull splattered against the side of the wall, and for all he wanted to just black out, and let it all go away, he couldn't fucking do it. His body writhed and twitched, surprisingly not feeling much pain after the initial collision. His body was washed briefly in fiery pain, but as soon as his spine was crushed into a gritty paste, that all just melted away, replaced with a kind of complete numbness. Blood thickly poured out of every portion of his upper body, dripping onto the concrete as the last of his vision swung like a pendulum from what was left of his skull, as he saw Lucky looking at was was left at him.

Two thoughts ran through his head before the end, one of relief, and one of dread. On the upside, his cat made it out, and would live on without him. In a way, he would live on through him, some creature that was happier because of his existence. That was comforting, but overall, he felt like everything was wasted. He never made a difference, and as his mind succumbed to the warm darkness of death itself, he felt almost cheated. He was meant for more than this, meant to be more than paste splattered into a brick wall.
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Bartholomew Rosecliff


Bart raised an eyebrow as the man served some food that was most certainly not his order. On any other day he'd complain and either not pay, or request a new order, but today was not normal by any stretch. He took a deep breath, and looked down at it, before exhaling, clearly annoyed. He took out his wallet, and passive aggressively laid a ten down on the counter, taking his food roughly and turning away, going to find a place to sit. As he walked, he found a bench and sat down on it, setting his bag to one side, and his food to the other. He gently grabbed Lucky out, and placing him down on his lap. He gave his cat a quick pet on the head, saying "Hey hey, I got you a little something to show I'm sorry." He said, trying to console the kitten, and reached over to the Tuna, and waving it in front of Lucky's face.

Lucky batted at the fish, before quickly grabbing it with his mouth, tugging it away and nibbling at it. His tail twitched for a second, and he purred, apparently showing Bart some forgiveness.

Bart smiled down at his kitty, and then glanced over at his own sushi. He quickly debated in his head about whether he should eat it or not, but in the end, hunger won out. He shrugged and started to nibble on the food. While it wasn't what he ordered, it wasn't that bad. As he chowed down, and Lucky finished his tuna, he started to plan out the rest of his day. He should be back home by four, and he supposed he should really get back to job hunting. Craigslist was historically a good place to get started, and if he couldn't find anything good there, he'd probably see if he could post ads up around town. He popped the last bit of sushi in his mouth, and placed Lucky back in his bag, before setting up navigation to the vet clinic on his phone, and heading off.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


As Bart made it to the end of the block, he gave a quick glance back behind him and saw nobody was following. He slowed his pace, and got himself into a rhythm. "Safe... I think" He thought to himself, relief passing over him, as he crossed over to the next block, and kept up his current pace for awhile, letting himself get lost in the city, taking random turns as he went, just to make sure he was shaking anybody who might be tailing him. After a good three minutes of this, he slowed down to a walking pace. It was at this point he heard a soft meowing behind him, and he stopped dead, facepalming. "Sorry Lucky, sorry." He said, and slung the backpack in front of him to see a very annoyed kitty looking up at him.

"Oh come on..." He whined a bit, an apologetic look on his face, "If I didn't run, who knows what could've happened to us!" He tried to explain. That really did concern him, and part of him wanted to report them to the police, but he couldn't see that ending well. What was he gonna say? It was his word against theirs, and they technically didn't do anything illegal. It unsettled him how quick they were to jump to that kind of behavior, he was a lot more concerned for his safety now. He hadn't realized people would be quite that... unsavory, and he even started considering trying to get his hands on a gun, or anything for self defense. He shook his head at Lucky, "I was just trying to protect you."

Lucky sank back down into the bag, clearly still annoyed, and refused to make eye contact with Bart.

"Hey hey... I'll make it up to you, yeah?" He saidm a little exasperated.He carefully slung the bag back around his shoulder, and gave it a quick pat. He looked around, and he saw street vendors around, and his stomach grumbled. "That's it, let's get some Sushi, Lucky'll like that." He decided. And started a quick walk down the street, finding a sidewalk sushi shop, and approached it. He gave a bright smile to the cashier, and said, "Afternoon! Can I get a piece of Tuna Sashimi and a California Roll?" He asked. He figured a piece of tuna would help smooth over what just happened, or at least he hoped so.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


A scowl crossed Bart's face, not used to having his intelligence insulted. "Hey Ma'am-" He began to say, before a large man approached him. He cleared his throat as he watched the conversation unfold between him and the woman. He then froze for a half second when he heard the phrase "last meal". Given that put together with the now repeated veiled threats lobbed towards him by the woman, he began to feel as though he may not be the safest here, to say the least. His mind quickly began to turn to panic, starting to race and roar as the potential danger began to sink in.

"Stop. Think." He thought to himself, making his mind slow down and come up with some kind of action plan. "There's never been anything I couldn't think my way out of, there's no reason this is any different." His eyes darted towards the door, trying to map out a route to the exit. Unluckily for him, he was seated on the other side of the room from the door, but he could make a straight beeline if he wanted. On the other hand, he could walk as close to the bar as he could, and then make a break for it once he was as close to the exit as he was gonna get. Since he was sitting, he settled on option number two. Lull the man into a false sense of security, and then get the fuck out.

"A-alright," Bart said letting his voice get a little rattled, which wasn't hard by a long shot. He stood up, and started to walk towards the bar, a bit of a quiver in his step. Once he was lined up with the exit, he broke out into a break neck sprint. Not exactly his thing, but he had to get out of there. Once he put distance between him and the club, he could slow down and keep up the distance for as long as he conceivably needed. He just needed to make it outside...
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Bartholomew Rosecliff


Lucky gave a hiss, before shirking back into the bag, clearly put off by the woman. Bart, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow before shooting a concerned look back towards his cat. Then the woman spoke... some dialect of Chinese, best as he could tell. Nothing he knew, so shrugged it off. "Oh come on, This city can't be that bad." He said innocently, "I know the crime rate's a bit higher than normal, but people are people, and people are good, more often than not." Bart insisted. Maybe he was naive, but he didn't believe in outright malevolence. "And besides that, who'd ever hurt such a cute kitty?" He said, with a chuckle and a grin.

At this point, Bart sat down across from the woman, and tilted his head, looking her in the eye. "See, I'm a naturally curious person, I ask questions, learn, and solve problems. It's kind of my thing." He explained. Between the deaths and the way this woman was acting, this whole situation was drawing Bart's attention like a moth to a flame. He couldn't stop asking questions now if he wanted to. "So, I'm afraid I don't really have a choice when it comes to answering that question, I don't want to know. I need to know." He leaned in, eager to hear what the woman might have to say. He then drew back for a second ,"But first, where are my manners?" He said, remembering himself, "My name's Bart, yours?" He asked, extending his hand out to shake her hand.


Bartholomew Rosecliff


Bart had made mental notes of the bloodstained sidewalk and chalk on the ground. Clearly, some kind of tragedy had recently befallen either the club, or at least people who happened to be walking by. He frowned a bit as he made his way over to the bar, Lucky ducking into the bag as they went. Bart sat down when he got there and waited for the bartender, taking this time to reflect and think over what he'd seen. He stared down at the bar, as he ran through what could have happened. There were more outlines than he could count, which meant some kind of shooting was most likely. He'd thought he'd maybe seen a headline concerning that a few days ago, but he never read more into it, being busy with getting his affairs in order after the move. This didn't sit well with him at all, he had known that this wasn't the safest place in the world, but he wasn't expecting something like this so quickly. He exhaled, shaking his head, before standing up and deciding he needed to find out more about this now that it was on his mind.

He took a quick look around the club, thinking he might ask the poll the patrons for information. His gaze settled on an elderly woman in the back, and decided that she would be the best place to start. He was pretty good at speaking to older people, and he was sure that as long as he was polite, he'd have nothing to lose. He approached the booth carefully, and announced his presence with a quiet "Ahem." He waved down at her and said, "Pardon Me miss, I-I hate to interrupt, I just wanted to know if you knew anything about the... mess outside." He asked, not quite wanting to call it what it was, a crime scene. " I uh, I'm new in town, and I just need to know what in the world had happened." It was at this point, Lucky peeked his head back out curiously, disturbed from Bart sitting down and getting back up again.


Bartholomew Rosecliff

Time: 10:37 AM



A black, fluffy creature pawed at a sound asleep Bartholomew's face, giving a light "meow", causing the boy's eyes to slowly creek open. "Ughhhh." He sleepily moaned, lazily lifting his hand and resting it on the cat, Lucky's, head. "What time is it?" He murmured, reaching to the side of his head with his other hand, and grabbing for his phone to check the time. 10:37, as it turned out. "Alright alright buddy, I'll get up." He conceded, stretching a bit, and causing Lucky, who was previously finding himself comfortable sitting on Bart's lap, to tumble over onto the side of the bed. Freeing himself from the tight wrapping of sheets he was cocooned in, he went over to his dresser, and grabbed for a T-shirt that was lightly too big for him, and a pair of jeans. He looked back at his cat, and exhaled, "We gotta head out and get you to the vet today Lucky, I gotta shower first, but right after that yeah?" The cat sprawled back on the bed, and Bart made his way over to the bathroom.

His room was about as sparse as could be, he had a desktop quietly sitting powered off in the corner, and light easily streaming into the room through moth-eaten curtains. The walls were covered in a cracked and peeling dull orange paint, with his bed sitting on the wall opposite the door. The last things of note were his dresser sitting next to his door, and the bathroom door directly opposite that. Soon, Bart had made his way in there, his refection showing in the cracked mirror above the sink. His hair was as messed up as usual, with his emerald green eyes staring back at him. A small smile broke on his face, sure, the apartment was crap, but there he was. He'd made it, independent, with a bright future, and most importantly, his own cat. He closed the door behind him, stripped down out of his pajama's, and hopped in the shower.

The water was lukewarm at best, but never cold. "I wonder what's wrong with the heater...?" He thought to himself, leaning against the wall of the shower. He didn't know too much about how water heaters worked, but this was where he could make some educated guesses. "Well, this is a pretty old building, so the system can't be that sophisticated." He reasoned, soaking his hair down, "Something's probably heating water in a tank up to a preset temperature, and then keeping it there." He lathered up a bit of soap and began to shave, "That's how I'd do it anyway, so the landlord's either set the temperature terribly low, or whatever's heating it has gone bad. I'll have to look into how these things work later, if it's the latter, I could fix it myself." He planned, making that mental note as he washed his hair and body. He liked to play these kinds of games with himself when he woke up, it helped get his mind going. Figuring out puzzles just from what he could reason on the spot was surprisingly fun. Soon, he turned off the water, and reached for his towel and began to dry himself.

Soon he was dressed, and opened the door to find Lucky patiently waiting for him. Bart shot him a smile and stepped past him. "Alright, I'd like some food before we our appointment then." He said, reaching for his bag. He didn't have a cat carrier yet, it was on his list, but he hadn't had the time to get out and get one. Their appointment was at one, and it was pretty close to 11:30 now, so he figured he'd have more than enough time to grab a bite. He unzipped his bag, took out his laptop, and motioned for Lucky to get in. The bag was just big enough where his head would be poking out. Lucky gave him a look as if to say, "Really?" But reluctantly climbed in. Bart zipped up the bag, giving Lucky's head plenty of wiggle room, slipped on his shoes, and was quickly out the door.

Bart entered the address of the veterinary clinic into his phone, and set it to find places to eat along the way. Club Afterdark popped up on his phone, and it was the closest place on route, so he settled on checking them out. He'd only been to eat on the other side of the city, so getting to know people in his neighborhood would surely be nice. As he walked, he gave period looks behind him at Lucky, who bobbed in his bag, and looked mildly annoyed at the whole situation. "Sorry sorry." He said with an apologetic smile, "I promise this won't be a typical thing buddy." Soon though, he was in front of the Club, and stepped inside.
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