:Domovoi entered the mall from underneath, breaking in thorugh the janitorial access. The mall was still open, but seeing a goth come out of somewhere they had no bussiness being had a pleasantly startling effect on human security. He needed to eat, and his very favorite place to do that was any given shopping mall. The variety was unbeatable. He shifted uneasily, feeling the weight of the shortsword hidden under his gothic trenchoat, at his back and the Colt Python .357 displayed rather openly at his hip, loaded with custom metal jacketed hoolow points filled and sealed with chloroform. If the magnum rounds didn't kill his victim(he didn't expect to have to use weapon, just liked to carry it) the chemicals they caqrried would put them to sleep for several hours. Unless he was unlucky and accidentally fought a vampire. They ussualy just get angry.
In any case, the rather large duffel bag he carried contained his other weapons. He carried them more out of morbid fascination than for practical use. There seemed to be quite a lot of undead n the city, so maybe he'd actually get to use them.:


OOC: Here's hoping someone interested replies....rp's no fun by one's self.

Eva walked around the mall trying to look something that might be intersting to buy. She found a pet store and look at the kittens and opther pets that been display. She smiled a little when one of the kittens yawn cutely. She start walking ithut taking her eyes off from the kitten when she accidently hit someone and falled on the floor.

She look at the man that wearing all black and trying to apologize but her words stuck at her mouth. All she can do is stare at him.