:: The Landlord appears in here. It's your standard underground penthouse except that this one can be accessed by just walking into it, instead of your usual transportation power.::

"Here. This'll do you just fine."

::Shoves his way past the Landlord, and looks around at the penthouse.::

"This will work. Now leave you may leave."

::Drops the sack onto the floor, and removes an atheme.::

:: Since Johnny is being a rude little shit, and because the landlord is disgusting in general, he spits on the floor of the penthouse. Just imagine what the landlord's spit is like. Ew. He then leaves. ::

"Disgusting creature."

::Johnny looks around the main room, then to the sack.::

"Now to find out where to put these."

::He spots a cubbard, and drags the sack over. Opens the doors, and unloads the potions. He removes the athemes from the sheathes, and examines them. He lays them on the cubbard, and walks into the bedroom.::

"A quick nap then a shower will do my body just fine."

::He pulls of his shirt, and throws it to the floor. Jumps on the bed, and falls asleep.::

::Johnny jerks awake, and rubs his eyes. He stands and streches while he walks into the bathroom.::

"That was slightly refreshing."

::He turns the shower on, undresses, steps inside, and begins to wash himself.::

"Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches, I slam in the back of my Dragula..."

::Finally satisfied he exits the shower, towels off and puts on clean clothes.::

"Now what? Perhaps a drink."

::Grabs the sheathed athemes and conceals them on his body. He grabs a long leather rustler coat, and throws it around himself. He walks to the bar::

::Opens the door, and runs in with Caroline still on his back. Breathes heavy from running that far, that fast.::

"Maybe we're safe now."

::Shuts and locks the door. Walks over to the couch, and shoves Caroline onto it.::

"Oh wait these are yours."

::Hands her drumsticks to her.::

:: Yeah. Stupid idea. As soon as the drumsticks are back in her possession Caroline leaps on Johnny and resumes beating him. In her mind the creepy man kidnapped her, and didn't save her.::

"Oww, damnit!"

::Throws her back onto the couch, and shoots webbing at her pinning her against the couch.::

"There now calm down."

:: Caroline screams, screaches and thrashes around, generally making a lot of noise at being restrained. Her eyes are wild too, and if she could, she'd be foaming at the mouth. Mmm. Hott.::

::Covers ears.::

"Would you please be quiet?"

(Before I web your mouth.)

:: Caroline glares at Johnny, continuing to scream at the top of her lungs just because she can.::

"Ok, I've had enough."

::Shoots webbing at her mouth.::

"There, now there is some silence."

:: Despite the webbing Caroline continus to make muffled growling noises. She just stares at Johnny.::

"Ok if I let you loose do you promise to stay calm? Cause if you don't I will kill you."

(And toss your ass to the zombies.)

::Slides an atheme from its sheath.::

:: Caroline eyes the athame, still breathing in and out quite heavily. She nods her head furiously.::

::Johnny cuts the webbing holding Caroline.::

"You can pull that one off yourself."

::Motions to her mouth, and sheathes the atheme. Begins to cross his arms, but cringes in pain.::

"Oww! I'd almost forgotten about the zombie bite."

::Walks to a nearby cabinet, and removes some triple-antibiotic cream, bandages, and takes care of the bite.::

"Now, first off who are?"

:: Caroline pulls the webbing away from her mouth, making a show is spitting bits onto the floor. She eyes Johnny closely, he was bitten by a zombie! ::

"I am who I am. And who I am is none of your business."

(I am who I am...Popeye wanna be.)

"Well I wanna know being as I just saved your life."

:: Caroline stands up, puffing out her chest.::

"I didn't need saving! You kidnapper, you!"

(Sharon and Andrea probably haven't even noticed I'm gone. They've forgotten I exist!)

"So you would of rather had me let you get eaten by the zombies?"

::Scrathes head.::

"I had a handle on the zombies."

:: Caroline begins snooping around Johnny's penthouse, looking for useful things which could be a potential sound for the new album. Oh and stuff to hit him with too.::

"Yeah of course you did. It looked like you were gonna drum roll them to death...Well I guess not death, but to mush."

::Watches Caroline curiously.::

"Exactly!"

:: Caroline grins madly at Johnnyfor a second then resumes snooping through his things. Anything that she doesn't like gets tossed over her shoulder.::

"Uhh, I was being sarcastic."

::Watches as his thing hit the floor.::

"What are you doing?"

:: Caroline turns to stares at Johnny, he could be planning to steal her ideas. Yes he could!::

"None of your business."

:: She picks up a random knife and taps her nails off of it.::

"Ok."

Women are confusing.)

"So are you ready to tell me who you are? Cause you look familiar."

(Like from a picture of an escaped psycho from the loony bin.)

"Nope!"

:: Caroline climbs up onto a table and starts running her fingers down the wall to get an interesting scratching noise.::

"Well I'm Johnny by the way."

(This chick needs some meds, and stat.)

"I'll be right back."

::Walks into the kitchen, and grabs a bottle of whiskey, and two glasses. Comes back, and sits down pours drinks.::

"Would you like a drink?"

:: Carolne spins around on the table and eyes the whiskey. She breathes in deeply, taking in the whiskey smell. Her eyes light up and she leaps down from the table, snatches the bottle from Johnny and starts downing it. Yes. Pure whiskey. From the bottle. Oh my.::

::Downs his glass so not to be outdone by a woman.::

"Do you feel better now?"

:: Caroline puts the bottle down smiling. Oh them Irish and their drinking. She pulls another pair of drumsticks from her clothing - makes you wonder how many pairs she has concealed - and proceeds to smack them off of the whiskey bottle.::

"Ok thats enough of that."

::Looks at the irishwoman, and smiles.::

(Crazy, but cute. If your a manic deppresent pshyoanologic, schiztopranic fourteen year old.)

:: Caroline eyes Johnny, pausing in her banging for a moment. After staring at him for a second or two she resumes banging out a beat.::

"Ok drummer girl. This isn't the drumline, and I'm not here for a concert."

::Gets frustrated.::

:: Caroline glances at Johnny again, still continuing the drum beat. Although her grip on the drum sticks does tighten.::

::Johnny finally ready to kill the bitch, jumps up, and reaches for the sticks.::

"Give me those, or I'll web you again."

:: Caroline makes a high pitched squealing noise at the back of her throat and jumps to her feet. She tries to hit Johnny with one stick, while trying to shove the other up his nose.::

::Johnny jumps back, and shoots the sticks from Caroline's hands with his webbing.::

"Fiesty aren't you?"

:: Caroline screaches and picks up the whiskey bottle, smashes it off the table and brandishs it as a weapon. The lights in the room also flicker.::

::Notices the lights, but worries more about the psycho woman.::

"Ok, calm down. Especially before you make me do something that you'll regret."