#itisnotenoughtosucceed

Camden glanced up a confused look on his face.  He could feel someone staring, knew that sensation far too well for it to be a coincidence.  He tilted his head, looking towards the stranger.  "Can I help you?"

"Hey, name's Cadillac--well, not really, but that's what yous will know me by," said the former gangster. He took in the outward appearance of the lot in front of him, wondering what each person could have wanted from him. His perceptive skills may not be as strong as his others, but they were a bit above par. In his mind, he noted that the tall male was quite the smart one, extremely judgmental of those around him and those who spoke to him. Made Colt wonder why he stood before him, in the opening of his garage. The females each had interesting looks, but seemed relatively normal compared to this fellow. "So, how may I be of a service t' yous?"

"Good evening," Archie waved his hand. This was how you talked to people right? He was used to having a keyboard in front of him, so this? This was something new.

Lena was sitting apart from the crowd on the beach. She didn't know why they all of a sudden showed up and took her spot nor did she really care. Just as long as the cops didn't get called and she'd have to find another place to sleep. It was dark out and all of a sudden the small little fire the crowd had going was a bonfire. Lena scowled darkly and debated on getting up and moving farther down the beach when she realized someone was walking towards her.