A small, dark alleyway behind the restaurant where all the rubbish is stored in massive garbage disposals. A good place for discreet shimmering, orbing etc.

::Kellan blinks in and looks around. Disgusted by his surrounding he heads to the street where he sees the entrance of a fashionable restraunt with a jaunty, broken-looking sign labled "Quake"::

"Hmm interesting."

::Kellan straightens his leather jacket, whips out his hand held mirror, checks his hair, puts the mirror away and heads inside::

::Steps out into the breezy air, Ash decides to go home and take a nap. Making sure no one's around, she blinks to her Penthouse::

::Faith walks away, fast, from the Tables of Quake and enters the Alleyway. Here, she leans against the wall, steadying her breathing. She tries to calm herself, convincing herself that she had nothing to worry about.::

"Ok, I was probably just imagining things. She was *so* not being all stalker-like at all!"

::Sighing, she decides she needs to get a job. As she walks out of the alley, she sees a sign for the newspaper, and heads down to The Bay Mirror.

::Sabriel blinks in with Lee and lets go of his hand::

(I hate alleyways. Nasty, dirty places full of lord knows what...)

"Um, this way, I think, right? I didn't want to blink right into the entrance"

"Yeah I think so."

::He rubs his stomach, not used to the blinking. Lee links arms with Sabriel and leads her to the entrance and foyer.::

(Guess I will have to get used to that)

::Back in the alleyway, Faith looks around her in confusion.::

(Are random blackouts normal if a person is still standing up and walking around?)

::Shaking her head, she walks off to P3.::

(I seriously need a drink or something.)

::Jonathon enters the alleyway from the bar and blinks out to the restrooms in P3

:: She turns back to Rory ::

"So where to go now?"

::Summer shivers as a slight breeze springs up::

"We could go to my apartment and cook something if you'd like to?"

::Rory pulls his jacket around himself as the cool night air picks up. Noticing Summer shivering, he takes it off and places it around her shoulders.::

"That sounds good. I'm not much of a cook, but I can try."

::He smiles at her.::

And anything to get out of this cold.

::She smiles as Rory puts her jacket around her::

"Thank you. Well let's go then before we freeze to the ground..."

::She laughs and takes Rory's Hand leading him to her apartment::

::Rory smiles and walks to Summer's Apt.

::Shoving Caroline into the shadows behind a dumpster, Andrea quickly jumps around the back of it after her, shouting in a frantic whisper (how?)::

"What the fuck were you playing at in there??"

:: Caroline doesn't really think she did anything wrong.::

"I saved you from washing dishes. Be grateful."

"You hit the guy with a fork!"

::Andrea growls, then sighs.::

"God. That was so humiliating. Let's go before they find us."

::Taking a firm hold of Caroline so she doesn't run off, Andrea takes her to CW, front.::

::Paige orbs in with Azura and they hurry to the entrance.::

::Luke orbs here and walks to the entrance.::

::Luke orbs to his penthouse.::

:: Azura falls out of the shadows in the alley in a hysterical heap. What on earth just happened? How did she get here? She crawls over to the wall and curls herself up against it. She is so confused, so many conflicting emotions and influences are running through her mind. One thing does stick though, he kept calling her Azura.::

:: Starting to feel cold from sitting still for so long out in not the warmest of weather, Azura slowly pulls herself to her feet, using a dumpster for support. She is still no closer to figuring out who or what she is. And the matter still remains, how did she get here? She thought she ran into that wall back at that strange building but... now she's here so something must have happened.::

(Perhaps it was the wall. No. That is ridiculous.)

:: As ridiculous as losing all of your memories? She turns back to the wall she had been leaning against and tentively places her hand on it. But nothing happens. Thinking now that she is being silly sighs and looks down, but is alarmed to find that her feet are no longer there. They have become part of the shadow she is standing in. She hops to the side and her feet reappear.::

(...?)

:: As if testing the water, she puts the tip of her foot back into the shadow and after a moment it merges. Her breath catches her in throat.::

(How am I doing that? It... I can hear people in my head and, and this?)

:: She frowns and pulls her foot out of the shadow. Admittedly it is weird being able to do that, hear people and apparently turn into shadow, but it doesn't feel weird. Not in the least. She especially likes the feel of the latter one, the shadowcasting. It makes her feel... oh she doesn't know how to describe it, it's different. Deciding not to hang around the alley any longer, anything could happen to her, she slowly walks out of it, ending up at the entrance and foyer to quake.::

:: Azura enters the alley again, sitting herself down against the wall with a heavy sigh. In all the rush, she didn't question why those security guards let her go all of a sudden.::

(Perhaps I did something to them...? No.)

:: And why does she feel the need to humiliate the waiter in some way? So confused. Apparently she is in San Francisco, which means she is in America.::

"But I do not sound American."

:: She sounds very posh English in fact. There must be a reason for her to be in America, but what? She digs around in her pockets but finds nothing much of relevance, a few dollars and a strange orb thing, she puts both back in her pocket, thinking the orb must be of importance to whoever she is.::

(I cannot sit around here.)

:: Getting to her feet, she walks out of the alley and wanders. And wanders. And wanders until she finds Ed's diner.::

:: Caroline slinks along the wall of the alley, pausing at the edge to sneak a look out at the restaurant. She checks over her shoulder, then ducks down and crawls to the entrance/foyer.::

:: In the alley Caroline drags Aidan over to the open dumpster.::

"This is what you get for painting my client's, daughter's, friend's, cousin twice removed on her father's side's garage door pink!"

:: She hauls Aidan up and pushes him into the dumpster, she then slams the lid shut and grabs a hold of it. Steering it out of the alley she pushes it until it's got a fair bit of momentum going then leaps on top of it and rides it until it finally rolls into the old abandoned parking lot.::

::Hawke finds himself in an empty alleyway.::

(Perfect. Now all that's left to do now is... wait...)

::He licks his lips as he waits for the little fly to come into his web.::

::The waiter steps into the doorway.::

"Sir?"

::He smiles a little.::

"It's this way."

::Hawke turns around, fixing the waiter with a very devious smile of his own. The gorgon grabs the man's hand and pulls him out into the alleyway. The door closes behind him.::

"You know, now that we're out here... all alone."

(No more time to waste.)

::Hawke opens his eyes wide, staring right into at the waiter. They go slightly reddish, as his gorgon stare does its work.::

"And, I am so so hungry..."

::The waiter finds himself feeling very sluggish.::

"Sir..."

"Shh..."

::A finger to the helpless man's lips. Hawke could almost hear the man's heart slowing, the blood pumping their way sluggishly through his juicy veins. The gorgon places a kiss on the waiter's lips. Then, in one fluid motion, Hawke grabs the waiter's neck, tilts it sideways, and bites down into it - much like a vampire.

However, the gorgon doesn't have vamp teeth, so the whole process ends up being very very messy and probably very very painful. Hawke laps up the blood that oozes from the veins on the waiter's neck. He drinks and drinks, revelling in this horrible act.::

::The waiter shouts, losing the strength in his legs and flopping into Hawke's hold immediately. As blood spurts from the wound in his neck, he finds he still can't really move, a result of Hawke's power. His limbs start twitching before long, his eyes wide open.::

::Hawke drinks, and drinks, until the blood stops gushing. He stifles the shout with a palm that covers the waiter's mouth. Finally, full of fresh delicious human blood, the demon pulls away. Both hands find a hold on either side of the wiater's head, and Hawke attempts to snap the man's neck with a sharp twist.::

::Although the waiter is already dead, there's a loud crack as his neck breaks easily. His weight lies heavy in Hawke's arms.::

(Better safe than sorry.)

::With the dead waiter conveniently in his arms, Hawke does the most sensible thing. He carries the body, careful not to get any blood on his clothes, to the nearby dumpster and throws the body in. He then slams the lid down.

Hawke then picks up the discarded black waiter's cloth and wipes the blood off his face as best he can. The cloth drops on the ground as the gorgon walks back inside- straight for the bathrooms, the only sign of all that had transpired.::

::Brent blinks in, after checking to make sure nobody had seen him, he walks to the streets.::