<br/>(Megan)<br/><br/><br/>On the other side of the city where Megan and Johnny's parlor was set up, the morning was just revving up. By now most stores that were going to have people to open them were opened and the street outside had some shoppers in varying degrees of wellness. All in all, it was completely possible that things were starting to turn around in L.A. this morning. Little did the two inside Westcoast Ink know, California had seen the last of its good days.<br/><br/>At 10:13, their first and probably only appointment for the morning was just showing up. His name was Dave Angler and he was something of a regular here at Westcoast. He had one full sleeve of tats on his right arm and a partial on his left, which Johnny was supposed to be turning into a full sleeve here over the next few months. Dave spend a lot of money in here, but he certainly had it. Rumor had it he had been the original bass player for Powerman 5000 just before they hit it big. Or maybe it was Five Finger Death Punch? Dave never spoke of it any of it, but he did have good money and he kind of looked the part.<br/><br/>Megan and Johnny could see Dave and his permanent five o'clock shadow walking past the window towards their door. He grabbed the handle and yanked it open in his typical tough-guy-but-I'm-a-teddy-bear fashion.  Dave didn't even notice that he'd apparently caught someone's attention across the street. But just before he'd reached the door, some ill looking woman had taken notice of him and had stopped her sluggish, ambling walk down the sidewalk just outside of JBar. She stared voraciously at him as he opened the door and started to walk in.<br/><br/>"Hey, beautiful!" Dave greeted first Megan, as he usually greeted her. He was about to greet Johnny too, but the lady from across the street didn't give him a chance. She had taken off running and then suddenly and quite literally had hurled herself at Dave's back. The only sound that came from her was the sharp clacking as she champed her teeth like an alligator. He barely even got to turn when her body connected with his and they both sprawled on the ground.<br/><br/><strong><em>"AAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!!!"</em></strong>she screeched, her voice full of hate and victory before she lunged down and sank her teeth into his throat. There was a wet, meaty sound when that happened.<br/><br/>"Jesus-ACK-GGH!" Dave had hollered, trying to recover before she had bitten into him. Then a strangled, sloppy gurgling sound escaped from his throat as the woman had in fact bitten into his jugular. Dark blood spurted from his throat and this guy who had a really decently strong build spastically flailed as he tried to throw the woman off of him while his life's essence squirted onto the floor of Westcoast Ink.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://s29.postimg.org/n3la7iec7/bloodeye.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><br/>(Ayano)<br/><br/>Some sixty-something year old man almost literally threw himself through Ayano's humble little shop window. It was almost literal because he bounced off the first time he had lunged into the glass, the sound of his bony body thumping against the pane quite unique. But the second time, he apparently propelled himself with such force that this time, his thin frame connected just right and the brilliantly loud shattering of her window pierced the previously quiet morning on Ayano's street.<br/><br/>The man stumbled into the store, his body bleeding in various spots from some lacerations he had obtained from broken glass. None of this seemed to bother him though, nor was he embarrassed or troubled by the gloppy salmon colored mucous that was oozing from his nasal passage. His eyes were dark red minus the pale blue where his irises were. He continued to move forward, crashing carelessly into some of her cheap shelves, easily knocking them over. None of the crashing bothered him for he was so intently angry at the pretty, frail looking Asian girl at the back of the store.<br/><br/><strong><em>"G-GEH!!"</em></strong>he shouted at her as he crushed a little doll figurine in a kimono beneath his feet. He moved surprisingly quick for someone old and who clearly didn't care where they were going.<br/><br/><strong><em>"MAGHH!"</em></strong>another voice cried out in blind anger behind him. A woman with the same face full of sick hate and blood-filled eyes was now climbing through the window. She was wearing an apron and worked at a diner a couple blocks away. Spittle flew from her lips and she shoved past a small shelf full of little Buddah's and started to rush forward just as that thing fell down with a crash, narrowly missing the old man. Apparently Ayano had made her mad too.