<em>Meanwhile, in another part of London...</em><br/><br/>The room was tinted in a faint shade of blue. What golden pockets the lamp light<em>did</em>penetrate through, enveloped the room in a kaleidoscope like effect. Nicolae hated it. Of course, it didn't help that he was tripping off some Costa Rican coca, that might have killed the human he had awoken next to, had he not drained her of every last droplet of blood in her cracked out system.<br/><br/>As he rolled off the floor mattress, the hazy Dark One crawled to the lamp across the room. Seeing through squinting eyes that a thickly woven handkerchief with floral holes was the culprit of the unnerving gypsy vibe. Nicolae yanked the fabric off the lamp to find that it made little difference to the decrepit flat he was in. All it gave him was better sight of the vermin crawling across the bedroom/living room/kitchenette floor. In his head, he said '<em>That's disgusting</em>.' But was quite used to the reality of the poverty that befell some of London's finest working girls.<br/><br/>With a loathsome grunt, Nicolae forced his groggy form up and off the hard wood floor. Crackling his neck, rolling out the tightness in his shoulders, the five eleven man ransacked the dead girl's apartment, and took anything that would fit into his trench coat pockets. While he could have been diligent and got out a duffel from her linen/shoe closet, he lacked the time and desire.<br/><br/>After a cold shower, Nicolae redressed. Wearing nothing on his lower half but a pair of dark jeans, thick wool socks and some heavy steel toed shoes. He layered a long sleeved t-shirt over his white wife-beater and finished the vagabond look off with his black trench coat. A run of fingers through his hair was the only grooming he really needed in his line of work. He deemed that even the five o'clock shadow prickling out of his pores added nicely to the whole 'roll-out-of-bed' look.<br/><br/>"I'll call you." He murmured, as he lifted the girl's head up. When her dangling form gave no answer, he simply shrugged and replied, "Or not." A morbid chuckle broke the silence of a rather long pause. As he hunched over 'whatever-her-name-was' he cupped the whore's dead face in his hands and kissed her lips with such passion, that it could make the living jealous. As Nicolae broke from the embrace, he abruptly released his grip. The dead weight of the corpse's head made a loud thud and bounced slightly as it hit the mattress. "I love it when you girls do that. Puts me in stitches." The morbid laughter ensued once again. Then, after a long and sentimental gaze, Nicolae left the hooker's home-locking the door behind him.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>By the time his buzz was gone, the Romanian finally figured out what part of London he was in. Leaving him exclaiming "Whitechapel?" A cloud of white exuding from his mouth with the chilly night air. If his memories served correct, he was supposed to have been on a flight to Belgium a few days prior. As to<em>why</em>that was, the information alluded him.<br/><br/>In all his friendliness, Nicolae stopped a fun looking group in passing and asked, "Do you know where I can find a pub close by. Preferably in walking distance?" One of the guys made huge pointing gestures and gave Nicholae a street name, but failed to tell him the name of the establishment. It wasn't until they walked him to<em>21, Whitechapel Road</em>that the sign flashed at him. "Nags Head." He had time to blink at the irony, but didn't linger on the street for too long.<br/><br/>Once inside, Nicolae left his new friends to mingle with the women on the second floor. His own eyes scanned the room and pinpointed a spot to place himself in. While the ladies on the far end didn't seem as nice to look at, after a few pints, he reckoned that they'd do fine. Not to mention, the seat he wanted left him facing the door. One thing he hated more than an ugly broad trying to steal his money was a looming shadow trying to sneak up on him.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Reigns_Nicolae.png)</div>