<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Shae, Dara, Elijah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Double Panic<br/><br/>Kumiho laid back on the futon mattress which was the only soft thing in this hole of an apartment, which was in turn he had rented for the month from a sketchy landlord who appeared to have turned a four apartment house into 16 by simply building more walls.  Studio would be an exaggeration.  It was a large bathroom, or a small kitchen with a toilet.  But it suited Kumi, who didn't really need much to be content.  Right now it was a sagging futon, with a sheet covering up the stains, a noodle bowl, and a police scanner.<br/><br/>Seattle was an all right place, but not somewhere Kumiho would often pick out of all of the cities in the world to spend time.  It reminded him a bit of childhood in England, and that wasn't where he liked to spend his mental time, not when the whole world was an option.  But a month he could handle, flitting through the crowds of the city as a score of different people, breathing in the air of someplace different.<br/><br/>All in the name of a story.  Kumiho had pitched a story about the Seattle police, after reading online about some issues with police brutality and a growing tension between the fairly progressive populace of the city and a city government frightened by the presence of Evolved.  It was a story that could sell in this day and age, and Kumiho hoped with the right words he could perhaps make people think twice about how they chose to respond to the presence of the Evolved.<br/><br/>He had nearly flipped the scanner off and decided to get some rest when the police band began to crackle with activity.  Kumi perked up immediately at the mention of Evolved and it didn't take more than a moment to piece together that they had someone holed up at a hotel not far from here, with word going out to Tac-6.  Some Evolved was about to get taken in, if not taken out.<br/><br/>Kumiho stood up immediately, shifting his form to a neutral female one, dressed in a dark polo and black slacks, looking a bit like a waitress just off duty.  Flipping long brown hair over her shoulder, Kumiho's female form snatched a neutral looking bag off the counter and hurried out the door.  The thought of Tac 6 terrified Kumiho but he knew he himself was in no danger.  Someone else was, and perhaps in the period of time before the unit could mobilize and make it downtown, Kumiho could help.<br/><br/>****************<br/><br/>Only moment later, Kumiho stepped out of a taxi a block away from the hotel, smiled at the driver and paid her fare.  Glancing around casually she strolled toward the hotel building in an indirect manner, noting the police presence outside, attempting to stay inconspicuous, but covering all of the exits as well.  Kumiho knew they would be afraid to be seen by whoever was inside, and possibly get themselves hurt.  Two officers stood at the front door questioning someone who had tried to exit.  But she figured they would be less concerned about someone needing to enter.  With a quick thought Kumiho changed her outfit to something a hotel cleaner might wear and strolled straight toward the front door.