Alanna walked down the streets analyzing the citizens in a way she felt bad for them killers barging in and for the fun of it destroying innocent lives....despicable! She though glaring often some of her victims were these killers but up until recently they had been getting better not leaving behind as many obvious traces,

"I'm a bit of a hypocrite aren't I?" She asked her self amused she was talking to her self, true she killed true she broke the law but she did it only when the culprit repeated it the law was so screwed killers getting reduced sentences for selling out their partner.....they would be safer in jail. Alanna jumped over a bench landing on her tip toes and smirked.....I can still do that after all these years.....interesting Arching her back as she stretched she took refuge on a corner watching everyone pass by. She didn't feel like hunting tonight but if prey presented itself she was ready for some action.....

When Bill was finished, he was sure the cops would come soon. The screaming usually caused that. Packing up his tools, he glanced to the exits, finding which way to go. The stairwell and elevators were no-go's, and neither was the front window. That meant dump the body out the front, with the note, and leave through the back. Bill hurled the bastard's body out the front window, and shoved a cabinet in front of the door. He ran and jumped out the back window onto the roof, and climbed down the fire escape. He reached the bottom and ran out front, jumping on his chopper and riding 'into the sunset'. Basically he ran into a pair of headlights, the chopper and him flipping over the ferrari. He picked up the bike and kept on going, driving into the backalley behind his hotel, and climbing up into his room. He slumped onto his bed and sighed. Revenge does taste good cold.

Alanna raised an eyebrow when she heard a helicopter and saw the police cars race down the street.....time to have some fun. Smirking slightly Alanna pushed her self off the wall and began walking down the street blending in with the crowd, arriving at the scene she was surprised hardly anyone had gather yet....must have just happened...she grimaced internally boy someone did a number on that guy. Slipping into an ally Alanna waited until the cops left before searching the house....this killer was obviously rather....upset. Alanna was careful not to mess up the crime scene she hadn't seen this work ....they must be new or this was personal. She concluded. Walking over to the window Alanna searched the area until she found what she wanted. Exiting she sunk back into the crowd.....playing both judge jury and executioner was just too much fun at times. Turning she walked towards a small cafe a snack would be nice....

Name: Aya tashino
Age: 20
Killer? No
What technique? N/A
Appearance(pic is fine):
Police/Victim: Undercover FBI Agent

Gravity walked up to a family with a child that looked to be about 5. " You know it's not safe to walk through here with a young child in this dark ally." She said with a smirk. The family looked at her like she was crazy and kept walking. " Fine I guess you'll have to learn the hard way." She looked at the family with a twisted grin. Gravity quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed the mom in her spine. The dad turned, grabbing the little girl and ran, but the Gravity cought up to them. Raising her blade she cut a deep gash into the man's neck. Gravity looked at the trembling little girl and spoke," You should run." She smirked. The girl didn't move so she stabbed her in her head.

"Such a bore." She admitted to herself as she walked off. "Now I have to get back to the bar." Replacing her demented expression with a perky one she walked into ther bar, standing behind the counter.

Aya sat in a bar drinking a smirnoff ice. All the different killers out there was becoming a nuissance and she had to scope them out and take them down before more innocent people had to pay. She had been assigned to this job and being very grateful of it, she wasnt going to let them down. Her disguise is to good for them to notice. Just to take them down was the only thing she wanted at the moment. "Can i get a shot of tequila please." The bartender looked at aya and smiled.

Bill got up of his bed and stumbled downstairs to the bar, catching the bartender chatting with an unknown woman. Oh shit. The fuzz are back again. Well, I guess they'll find another pile of mysterious charcoal in the oven. Bill walked to the bar, and signalled the bartender. 'Hey, who's the hot number over there? Here, give her a kahlua and screech. With lime.' Bill handed a bill to the bartender, and turned and smiled at the woman as the bartender handed her the drink. It's play time.

Samael went out into the streets, looking for a new victim. No sooner than he left was he assaulted by an obvious undercover police officer. Than recognized Samael "Freeze, I know who you are." The officer pulled out his gun and aimed it at Samael.

Samael just chuckled. He quickly snatched the gun from the officer's hands. He proceeded to savage him with the gun, in the face, several times. He stopped when the man stopped squirming.He stowed the gun in his suit top, and went down to the bar.

He quickly sat down, and looked at the perky woman behind the counter. "One martini, shaken, not stirred." Samael said this using his infamously cheesy Sean Connery imitation.

"Curtosy of the gentleman over there," the bartender said to aya. Aya looked at the kahlua and the screech and tapped her finger on the counter. She looked over to the man who was smiling and smiled back. the bartender leaned over to the table and said to aya, "He looks like he's interested..." Aya looked at the man and said, "Yeah he does."

Bill walked over to the mystery woman. 'Hello, name's Bill. May I have the courtesy of your name?' Bill held out his hand in a friendly handshake, smiled gently, and with his other silently clicked his suitcase lock. There was no way he was letting his tools fall prey to anyone, especially someone who didn't look half bad. 'If not, at least the courtesy of a dance in the grand hall.'

Aya looked at Bill; he didnt seem to bad. He looked like one of the usual guys that tried to pick up aya so she let it slide for this once. She took his friendly handshake and smiled, "i'm aya, nice to meet you bill. Loved the drink, you really know how to hit a spot." She could see from the coner of her eyes his suitcase. Her intensions was he was probably a business man, no shame in his game. "I was thinking of not stepping foot in that grand hall but since you insist, i guess i can dance with you. You seem quite the gentleman." She said with a wink.

'Thank you, madam. Pleasure to meet you, Aya.' Bill guided her to the hall, and opened the doors. 'After you, Aya. I think it's the only good remaining hall in this area of town. The gangs have seen to that.' Bill let his last comment smear with disgust, his hatred of those ruffians entering his conscious speech for a moment, before he repaired his caution. 'Now, if we had more of a crowd, it could work better, but...' Bill pressed a button on the cd player by the door, and orchestral music flooded the hall. 'Or would you prefer a more modern type of music?' Bill inquired, as he pressed another button, and it switched to a lighter, more teenage dancey song.

She giggled at his little tantrum about gangs. She never really liked them herself and thought they were scums of society but at least they didnt go around killing people for entertainment, they did it more for reputation, so they were a bareable bunch of sapiens. She looked at him and tapped her chin. "I don't really know...some thing soft, somewhere in the 80's. I think that will do better," she said.

'Oh, the 80's... best years of my life. So, Loverboy then? Oh, you said soft... here.' Bill pulled a cd case off of the shelf beside the cd player. 'Bon Jovi it is, then.' He inserted the cd and pressed play, and the first notes of Always wept into the room. 'Shall we?' Bill asked and placed his suitcase beside the door, proferring his hand to Aya.

"Bon jovi is good, the best should i say." She then walked up to him and offered him her hand. "We shall," she said taking his hand. She put her arm on his shoulder and put out her chest to arch her back a little and put her shoulder straight, or in other terms dancing stance. "So bill, What do you do around town, your occupation should i say?" She posed. If anything, she was dancing with a man she hardly knew and getting details was better than knowing a complete stranger. Something about him interested her and getting to know him was first.

Have you ever eaten at the Golden Toad? Well, I own the pub, but some government junkies have had some problems with that, so they're trying to buy me out. So I'm in town trying to fight the possession in court. And you're business in town?' As they began to flow across the room, Bill realized he was enjoying the dance more thna usual, maybe too much. 'You dance well, by the way. I haven't had a good dance since I met my, late, wife...' Bill internally yelled at himself. Why the hell do you always get so close to the damn people you might need to kill to survive? She's going to die, and you'll mourn doing it. Damn it, Bill.

"So my senses were right. Case 21. But before i jump to conclusions, let me find out more," she said to herself. "I am a Ballet instructor for kids. That's the reason i'm such a good dancer. I teach in almost every field like ball room and swing but ballet is my major field. But the compliment surely appreciated." Aya stood on her toes playing her part right. "About your late wife, if you don't mind me asking...What happened to her?" aya asked warmly.

'I was on a business trip, and some corrupt government officials sent some people around to my place. They didn't care that I wasn't there, they just gunned down my wife and son, and firebombed the house. That's why I'm living in the hotel, not in my house. I found ou... Oh shit.' Bill noticed the shadowy figure at the window, and pulled Aya down quickly enough so that the bullet pinged off of a candelabra on the table behind them.
'Well, looks like I'm changing hotels.' Bill said as he started crawling over to his suitcase, trying to reach there to get his snubnose.

Aya fell to the ground and looked at the window. "Who the heck was that?" She said. Which idiot would mess up her time to investigate this pshycotic killer. She looked at Bill and then said, "Wait, where are you going and who was that person that just shot at us?" She asked. She stood up and fixed her jacket.

'I don't know who it was, and I'm getting my gun. I have a hunch it was another hitman out for me.' Bill opened his suitcase slightly, and pulled his snubnose and ammo out of it, and closed and locked the suitcase. 'I'm getting my stuff. Lovely dance and all, but I have to leave. Tag along if you will, but I don't want to stick around where that damn Counselor can kill me.' Bill turned off the Bon Jovi, and peered out the door at the bar. Bartender dead. Great. Bill sprinted to the stairs, and pointed the snubnose around the corner, walking slowly up to his room.