Almost there... ((Open))

[Killer]

Killer leaned up against the alley wall, dragging on his cigarette. He was waiting for Tybalt Lexeme, to get his money. Tybalt owed him for doin' Poet again, even though she got away. He also owed him for Poet, Brooke, and Ace, and of course, the little black boy. Eli. Killer snorted. He loved seeing everyone's face... He also enjoyed watching as the little blonde leader screamed at the Ace girl when she attacked Tybalt. Of course, Ace was right about Tybalt.

Killer took another drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke and letting it float into the air. He tapped his foot. Poet and Irish were getting married... But he promised Tybalt he wouldn't interfere. Mainly because no one knew whether or not the other three Lexemes would be there. Killer was only allowed to cause problems if the three other Lexemes were there, so he could potentially hit one of them. He hoped it would be the pregnant one. He watched her cleaning the window of the older ones' shop. Oh how he wanted to strike... But there was others there. A black haired woman who he believed was Mercury's wife...

Killer heard a noise at the end of the alley, in a flash, he drew his knife. "Who's there?" He growled, his cigarette hanging from his lips. "Tell me who you are or I'll cut you from your groin to your throat!"

[Mischief]

Mischief took a drag on her cigarette as she rounded the alley and entered it thinking she'd take the faster way through the ally to head either back home to Lannigan's pub and her room, or to go see Chase, either way she had to go the same direction for the most part. Hearing Killer's voice she recognized it almost instantly. "Cool yer jets hot shot, it's Mischief,"she said with ease, she knew the last time she'd run into him and Tybalt things hadn't gone exactly smooth as silk but it had gone better than she had ever expected from the man.

She approached him and stopped a few feet away as she eyed him and leaned against the wall looking him over and taking another long drag,"Waitin' fer Tybalt I pressume?"she asked him, not expecting him to answer, she knew he'd more than likely tell her to beat it or he'd kill her, or he'd spare her and attempt another torture session, either way she did not care, even though she had Chase to think about, her morals, her beliefs and her torturous ways did not dissappear. "Go ahead threaten meh if ya want, I know yer dyin' to,"she said almost teasingly.