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Clark looked at Eleanor it seemed a back pack wasn’t enough space, he didn’t know he would go about getting a locker or something similar having no I.D in this world. He just wanted to get about and learn what information he could about this world. “Sorry I just wasn’t thinking, I don’t know if we can get a locker, we don’t have an I.D, history anything in fact, I wonder if there’s a version of us that exists here. “He pondered that, it was an interesting thought. “As for being safe, I honestly don’t know. A Locker, garage all those storage places would work, hold on “Clark ran off running through the city and returning instantly. “Alright I located a few spots, an abandoned garage, a porta potie, and there’s several empty Tomb-stones to name a few spots.” He held out his hand. “I can take you to the spots instantly, don’t worry about motion sickness, If I move fast enough you won’t even feel the move.”
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Castiel lay on the ground the bullets had not affected him, what had was the amount of liquor he’d consumed. He’d hit the ground, his vision was becoming as blurry as his speech was slurred. He heard yelling and people in the bar panicked, he began to get up, as he saw the thug who had shot him raised his gun and fired another gun at his head. It whizzed through his hair and hit a wall. Castiel stumbeled over to a chair. “Yous..annoyin, I’m cut, get on my nerves.” The thug with the gun backed up in shock, Alice had overpowered the “leader”, and this man appeared to be immortal.

“SHOOT EM SHOOT EM THESE MOTHERFUCKERS AIN’t human!” Castiel vanished reappearing near the thug who shot him and stabbed him in the head with his angel killing blade. Light filled his skull as he hit the ground dead, and Castiel grabbed another thug pushing him sending him flying across the bar and into some glasses. “Damn not the drinks not “ He felt nauseous stumbling forward, as the remaining thugs opened fire on Alice and the angel while sprinting towards the exit, and others in the bar had tried to make an escape while some called 911.
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I looked at Yusuke upset, out of all the characters I could have interacted with. I groaned why couldn’t it be Kim Kardashian, Nicki Minaj, or God willing Kelly Rowland. He had happy thoughts fill his currently shocked mind with these girls in his thoughts, as Yusuke grabbed him. “Alright Yusuke, and really the fucking door! Martin is gonna fucking kill me man, but whatever. I don’t know how to get to fucking Japan. I’m a broke ass black person.” He groaned as he heard someone complaining it was a church goer Gloria. “FLOYD YOU DOING THEM DRUGS AGAIN” He heard her yelling, and knew Martin woul get involved. He just walked through my destroyed door, seeing a bald African American rushing over to me wearing an expensive Italian suit, a wad of cash in his mind.

Martin…. I sighed thinking of my landlord, who I compared to the Devil more so then Tyler the Creator. “FLOYD AGAIN AGAGIAN! YOUR DRUG PROBLEMS! YOU DAMN FOOL! PEOPLE COMPLAIN! THE SLA TENANTS MUST BE HAPPY! OR I DON’T GET MONEY! MONEY MONEY MONEY!” He groaned looking at Yusuke. “Hold the fuck on! You ain’t getting no free rent boi” He pushed Yusuke forward, as another man approached our landlord’s body guard. He was a quite asian man, who was skilled in some advanced martial arts. “GET OUT OR PAY UP! I groaned as I felt a buzz in my pocket, grabbing my phone and seeing it was from Michael. The Fuck.. I quickly began typing was it really..happening. Yo Mike, alright shrooms, acid, robo but you know that haha. Um salvia can make em weak, and some pills, why you seeing shit. look this sounds crazy but im seeing yusuke, and if you seein someone what if..shit remember that rp i made what if shit like that happening. #OFWGKTA I quickly put my phone away after sending the text tapping my pants pocket hoping for a response before a confrontation between my landlord and the spirit detective came about.