Vine didn't see any other victims, so he went back to slum #17 and knocked on the door this time.

"Sigh... That must be High Order, doing searches. I'll duck with the cash for ambush." Takes the purses and hides in one of the bedrooms.

"Castor?" Flaire wondered. He sure wasn't the knocking type. She glanced out the window. "Oh, s--"

(prepares to evade in case he is greeted by a sword intead of a person.)

"Ignore him," Flaire advised. "Continued interaction with Vine, who is self-admittedly 'not on our side,' will most definitely end up with arrests. Ours."

"Are you god danm KIDDING. He's back? What could he want from us? Gah..." Comes out of the bedroom.

Runs past Castor, and slams the door. "Er... What did you get? We got 60G and this PRICK who is trying to bust us..."

WTH! did he just completely ignore and kick down the door?"oh well I guess common courtesy is out the window" he enters next to him noticing his giant sack of gold he looks behind to see that he sloppily left a trail of coins, bottles, misc.Vine left all that to the peasants.

"Oh goodness... I think we can skip a rung or two on the housing ladder with that... B-but we should play it safe. I found a fair-made house priced at 25,000G. 5 beds this time."

"Sounds good to me. Make sure this guy doesn't find out our new address," Flaire said, jabbing a paw-thumb at Vine.

"Is this part of Honchcrow's stash?, I was there once to dump the unconcious bodies of their friends oooohh they did not like that" Vine said

Says extremely quietly, "Maybe if he can't hear us he'll go eff himself."

Flaire rubbed her temples, tired of the heady wine smell that saturated the shack. She would've liked to go outside, but the rain was dripping steadily. "Get the bottle away from me, Castor."

(Sees 2 murkrow pass by) "hmmm" Vine jumps to grab them both and hurls them at the door of slum #17

Flaire jumped at the sound of the birds hitting Slum #17's door. "Fine, if it'll shut you up."

(Vine sat on the rooftop waiting for a reaction)

Lies down on two chairs. "Wake me up in the morning."

"You know we may not be able to obtain liqueur after this, right?" Flaire said, pushing her vodka back across the table. "You might want to not drink it all in one night."

(Vine could smell the wine from inside, and he could've sworn that girl he met was a fire type)"looks like we may have a very large bonfire tonight." Vine thought to himself.

Flaire smirked suddenly. "You say that now. Someday, Castor, we're going to run out of alcohol, rich thieves or no. And I am going to keep this one bottle of vodka 'til you beg me for it." Flaire left for outside without waiting for a reply. Rain or no, she was getting a migraine.

[My gosh, guys, I want to turn this into a fanfiction. Wow.]

(So hows about morning huh)

(Vine hears the door open) "I like how you don't care about the bodies at your doorstep. you wouldn't give into peer pressure, so now your out here in the rain alone that is no way to treat a lady. Flaire is it?"Vine proclaims

Flaire glanced at Vine with narrowed eyes. "Yes. That's my name," she said carefully.

In his slumber, Carmite dreams of a peaceful place in nature, nothing keeping him from being a man of his own. What magnificent thought! But, Carmite, is lucid enough to know that what he is now is what he'll be forever.

"So how's your morale compass knowing that you earned in what an honest hardworking person gets in a year." Vine replied

*in a day* (whoops)

[You guys can go to bed, both real life and in the RP; I think Justin and I have some late-night character development to do^^. I can narrate the last of Day One and such.] Flaire carefully climbed onto the roof, using the doorframe for a fingerhold. "Pretty even, actually. I'm not too bothered."

(Vine offers her a hand up)"You know it's going to be dangerous to live the life your living. By now Honchcrow's men are already searching for you."

Flaire refused the hand and climbed up herself. She leaned back on her hands, sitting cross-legged. "Trust me, Vine. I don't think these people care about a little danger."

"...But is it worth it. Money can't buy you happiness, but it can take things away from you... things you care about." Vine solemnly said.

"Who do I care about?" Flaire shrugged. "Castor's a drunk, Lena's heartless, Logan's spineless, and...okay, Carmite is just there. [Wow, I feel mean. Sorry. >.<] And my family is way back in ol' Virbank."

['Just there' intensifies]

You never know what you had untill it's gone Ms.F. You may not see it now but there's always something people can take away. (Sees a murkrow passing by and hides behind the peak of the roof.)

[lol, Flaire is…brutally realistic. Hopefully she'll warm up to ya.] "Miss F? I've never been one for titles..." Flaire watched the Murkrow go by. "What about you, Vine? Why are you watching us?"

Who isn't? Your not exactly subtle. Your friend just walked through town with a giant bag of alchohol and gold!

Flaire snorted. "Point to you. I mean, why follow us home before that? Whose side ARE you on?"

"I'm on the side that protects and teaches the innocent. How would you describe your side Ms.F?"

"Flaire," she corrected. The Arcanine stared at the sky for a minute, thinking. "...The lonely side. The side that's not afraid to get their hands dirty with nameless blood, just to protect what - or who - they know."

"So you don't care whose blood you have on your hands. You just wash it away from your memory like nothing happened. Just so you can have the comfort of money and wine. What is the value of life in your opinion FLAIRE?"

"Well now," Flaire said. "I don't like wine, and money is more of a convenience. I'm in it for life and for happiness, more like. The value of life...deep question, actually. I don't like killing innocents. But the rest, well…every mon I've killed leaves a mark with me. But not enough for me to lie down and die. I believe I'm speaking for all of us in Slum #17…even Logan. Maybe."

Everyone wants to live the life of happiness, and what right does anyone have to take that away. The mons you killed wanted that too, but you stopped them from doing so by ending their lives. How do you expect to reach the life of happiness? Vine said, slowly empathetically.

Flaire let out a slow breath. "Want the truth? I don't know. I'm twenty-seven years old, and my goal right now is stability. I just want to get out of these slums, find a decent job, find a friend. Maybe I'll be happy then."

(Vine nudges her arm) "I could be your friend if you want or, would you prefer me to dissapear from your memory?"

[Ninjask x Arcanine, huh? Uh...wait, are all of you still watching our conversation?!] Flaire looked at the faded shingles. "What do YOU want to do? Your own moral code's probably screaming to turn us in."

"My MARALE CODE includes giving people a second chance, some I have given too many chances. Besides I'm not a rat if I need something handled I do it myself" Vine proclaimed (I'm a nightowl too lol)

"And how would you 'handle' the five of us alone?" [I'm more of an extremely-early morning-worm type of thing.]

"Now let's not jump to conclusions' I don't need to take all 5 of you. You haven't personnaly done anything to hurt me, anyway I have other problems on my mind right now Flaire."

Flaire brushed rainwater off her fur. It was finally trickling to a stop. "Problems? Care to say?"

"If you couldn't tell I'm on top of the murkrow gang's hitlist, speaking of which make sure you have someone watching your house at all times. The gang tends to... collect from citizens."

"They call it payment for protection, or something," Flaire remembered. "Thanks for the advice." She stood up on the roof and wrung out her tiger-striped hair.

"So are we friends" (Vine reached out his hand as he stood up)

She clasped his hand and flashed him a smile. "Acquaintances - for now." Flaire slipped off the roof and looked up at Vine framed against the sky. "Just one question. What'd you do, to get so high on the Murkrows' hit list?"

"I tore out one of Honchcrow's eyes and have constantly ko'd their members, but..." Vine's voice got very soft.

"But?"

"They.... killed.....my.....mom,"Vine solemnly looked at the ground and clenched his fists. THEY WILL PAY!

[Get the popcorn, everybody!] Flaire was silent. Then she nodded. "Good for you. It's time to do more than just tear an eye out. Whatever it is, I'll be there in the background." Flaire opened Slum #17's door. The muffled sounds of snoring were instantly magnified.

"Heh good luck sleeping Flaire."(Vine was getting ready to dash away)

(You can wake up)

[We're pretty much done though! o.o] Flaire smiled. "See you," she said, closing the door of Slum #17 behind her. The shack was stuffy, but warm and dry, and Flaire took a second to lean against the door.

"Sweet dreams" Vine said with a smurk. (Vine dashed to the condemned house he called home, but the only reason he lived there was to avoid detection by Honchcrow.) He went inside the dust filled air, and it took him forever to sleep in his cloth bedding in his cloth bedding.

It took Flaire forever to sleep on her cracked, lumpy mattress, especially whilst sharing a room with Castor. But despite everything, when she drifted off, her thoughts were peaceful; maybe even a little happy. She was on her way.☆… … … … … … … … … … [AND SCENE PEEPS! That was fun; thanks, Justin! :D I guess Doug {AK-DOUG?} will start off next morning with…well, next morning. See y'all then!]

c ya

[Here for the morning In the story, (I'll be here all day pretty much. Summer, ladies & gentleman.) ]

[Sounds good to me! I'll be cooking for my parents' anniversary all day.]

[Well, I'm good to go! I'm making blondies.]