<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kendrick King</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/227/b/e/donovan_culver_by_bayanghitam-d46m6jg.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kendrick King<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Renaissance Seattle Hotel.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Adreanna Tenebris, Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Kendrick strided collectively to the other end of the corridor, believing the lobby to be the most opportune place within the hotel to do any finding of professional leads.  Towed in close proximity was the eerie masked tag-along<em>Adreanna Tenebris</em>, making what she thought was acceptable casual conversation on their tour into the renaissance. She said something about him not being her cup of tea, to which he replied<strong>"Well, we can't all be pretty enough to hide our face behind a children's halloween mask. "</strong>A dig at her full-grown height and her lack of facial transperancy, He treated most of what she said with cold ambivalence,  though her comment about God caused some stir within him.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You believe in god? Then let me share with you a story of my own salvation. When I was a brat, crawling around in that concrete jungle, it seemed God and Love were always sold out when I went looking. Before I knew better, I clung to God and prayed to Him every single night — yeah, I believed in God right up until that night some cops took me in and "interrogated" me for four whole days...just because. I prayed that god would give me justice for such a horrendous misgrievance-I was a choir boy afterall. When the trial came, the cops involved were acquitted... just because. <br/><br/>All they saw when they looked at me was another little ghetto rat. With no power and no God, what's left for kids like me to rely on? It's money, of course, and guns- in my case a fine blade. With these two things in abundance, the world becomes a bit more tolerable. That's your god. He rewards those with power and punishes those without it. "</em></strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He had to ponder if only briefly what cause had assembled he and his associates for. Like most other agents within the circle, Kendrick abided to his own schedule keeping in line with his lifestyle, though collaboration was not something completely foreign to him either. He proposed himself to the idea that there would be some type of restructuring within their ranks in response to the rumors about a string of mysterious supernaturally-involved assaults, most recently with a local woman who described her attacker as demonic if he recalled correctly. The rest of the pieces fell into place naturally. This wouldn't be the first or last case of such an instance, he surmised. He wondered how many other victims were the unlucky ones not to recount their experience before the press. He was convinced, either Angelo and Dean were sitting on vital information relating to the crime.<br/><br/>On his way to the announced meeting spot,  he prepared his special hand-roll, tucking the cigar into his outer pocket for later use. He secured a position for himself along the stretch of wall,  at the opposite end of the room where he leaned on during the presentation.<br/>