I Take What is Mine with Fire and Blood

"What did you have in mind?" The rhythmic sound of knife against metal stopped as she brought it to her side. Curiousity not unlike the character she was portraying clear in her body language.  

"It's Halloween, little pitbull, the day to celebrate tricks, have I overestimated your sense of creativity?"

Hannah glanced up, looking at the Captain as he walked beside her. A half-grin settled onto her face as her gaze moved back into their previous position. “Just admiring the holiday.” She stated. “I didn’t come here looking for a fight.” 

"Pity..." he sighed, disappointment evident. "Once certainly might be looking for you." 

Hannah kept walking, letting the knife scrape against the cast iron fence. She scanned each face she passed, admiring the costumes and watching the interactions. Occasionally pulling out stray pieces of candy from her bag and placing them in her mouth.  

With ease and silence he fell into step next to the young Rodger. "All this festivities and it looks like you're looking for your next victim...." 

"I just had to check for myself that it was actually you dressed up as a vampire and not some kind of drug induced hallucination." She smiled, "I do have one question though. It’s about that," She gestured towards the cane that went with his costume. "Were you a pimp before a vampire?"

"It really is me, no hallucinations." he eased. At the mention of his cane he gave it a slow twirl, then guided Everly aside where he popped the handle off his cane, revealing the "cane" was really a hidden blade. "Not a pimp, just well prepared." 

"Piss off!" Molly laughed, an unusual cheery tone to her voice as the laughter vibrated against her ribcage. "You didn’t bloody chain your neighbours wheelie bins to her car!"

From a considerable amount of feet away he heard the familiar laugh, even over the chaos he could pick her voice out. The Captain made his way over to her, the crowd parting as he walked. 

"It’s always good to see you out of your cave." She smiled sotly, letting herself be guided as she watched the people around them keep up with the entusiasm. 

He shrugged. "It's a rarity, I'll confess, but when it happens I go all out" he pulled back, looking her over. "Captivating, if the real Marilyn was alive you'd give her a run for her money." he complimented.

"I said…" She laughed, shortly, looking around and getting slightly annoyed with the noise — damn, she, among all people in this world, shouldn’t feel like that. Scarlett shouted again "You look really great, and I am surprised you came!"

Scarlett, a familiar beautiful face the man hadn't lad eyes on in quite a while. The Captain waved off his shadows, guiding her away from them so he could hear her better. 

"Okay." Ashley said, returning to pet the dog. 

He watched the dog carefully, hand on the leash in case he needed to pull him back, despite there was no reason he could think of that would require him to. "He seems to enjoy you, perhaps because you remind him of his owner. She is also blonde." 

Ashley leaned down to pet the dog that had run up to her, smiling at the hyperness of the puppy. At the sight of another figure though, she looked up with a small smile on her face. “Sorry, is he yours?”

"No, a friend of mine." he admitted. "Just walking him as a favor to her." 

John’s eyes settled on the man standing next to him. Having to endure James’ presence hadn’t been part of the original plan. Still, considering the location of the establishment — and the number of drinks he had consumed — his only reaction was to glare in response.

"Then leave." he said with a light shrug, his eyes not on John as he stepped behind the bar, focusing on the drinks he was now mixing. Leo had taught him basics, but years had passed and the proper recipes were long jumbled in his head. 

"You could just call her. She’s easier to track down that way than anything else."

"Calling to schedule a time to see her seems rather impersonal, but if its what I have to do to get a hold of her, I suppose it's necessary."