<span style="font-style: italic">Laura was at school. She was just finishing up her third period class. She was heading to her locker when she noticed something unusual. People were staring at her. She wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in school yet they were staring. And she didn't know why. Than she heard the whisperings. She wasn't sure why this was until her best friend walked up to her and yelled at her in Russian. Then smacked her. She was left standing there confused as her best friend stormed off. She didn't even know what she had done. She texted her friend. <span style="font-weight: bold">What was that about? Why did you yell at me in Russian? And then slap me? What did I do that made you angry?</span> The text she got back pissed her off. And had her sending them a Thx Guys! When you get home I'm gonna kill you all! Followed by a Good, then I can kill you all! Tell blades that its his fault can't show my face at school! And then she left school. She ran the whole way home. And locked herself in her room. Hurt that they would do something so evil to her.</span><br/><br/>Miho was not really paying much attention to Samantha or even his fellow band members. He was busy trying to find out where the agent was. And he was doing so by mind scanning the city. Discretely of course. Something about their agent dude really was...off. That was putting it kindly. He eyes Samantha and then smirks. Yeah...they were screwed. Their step-sister wasn't going to like that fact at all. He mentally shrugs. Finding the agent he decides to do some scoping and investigating of his own.  "Duces dudes...I'm out." he says. And walks away from them after the show. He moved fast and silent. Moving with ease through the shadows of the darkening sky. Spotting the Agent he begins to technically stalk him. He prefered the term...following with intentions of going in the same direction no matter what.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ryuko was set up on the streets. Using buckets, trashcans, trashcan lids, crates...you could find it on the streets...he was using it for makeshift drums. He was damn good at it too. He ignored the world around him. His hands moving with the skills and ease of a professional drummer. He was bobbing his head in time to a beat only he could hear. Singing just a bit. Softly to keep time with his drumming. He plays faster, louder, harder. Getting into the groove. Not realizing his beats were getting so loud they echoed from the back of the alley way to the streets at its entrance. Being late afternoon you could see him illuminated in the sunlight. He plays over and over again. Using heavy sticks he'd found as drumsticks for the makeshift drums. Playing random songs. Adjusting it to the tune he needed. (song he is playing:  <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0go2m1NQys">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0go2m1NQys</a><!-- m --> )</span><br/><br/>~A text comes in on their limo computer screen~<br/><br/>I quit. Found a better gig. Duces losers!