[b][i]Konbini Convenience Store[/i][/b]

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[i]24 Hour Store![/i]

That's what it said on the outside. The convenience store was quite unsuspecting, appearing like any other one in the city, but if Ikiriyo's directions were correct, this is the place where some of the Bloodhounds were hanging out. The inside as well, was just like any other Japanese convenience store - that is, very convenient, with faculties present to pay your water bill as well as buy actual warm food. 

[i]"...There hasn't been much business these past few weeks, bro."

"I know." 

"Why'd you think that is, bro?"

"I know why, brother."

"It's that damned 7/11 that opened up further into the district! Everyone's going there, now, because it's a big brand store, definitely!"

"I know, brother."

"We should go down there, and trash the place! Show them what they get for moving in our business, definately- Aaahh! Aaah! Ow ow ow!"[/i]

The slightly shorter of the two store workers reached across from behind the counter and grabbed onto the others ear, twisting and pulling him down in a rather painful motion. 

[i]"Stop thinking such idiotic things, brother. We do not need to create a scene. This is fine for us. You should learn to appreciate silence."

"Okay, okay! Definitely! I'll stop jusleggo!"[/i]

The shorter one did so, letting go of his 'brother's' ear, letting silence fall over them once again. It wasn't long until the taller took to idly tapping a pen against the counter top. Just outside waited their two newest customers.

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[b][i]Hida-shima City Center, the Nightlife[/i][/b]

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And people think the Shinjuku district is bad.

Lights, lights, lights, crowds, people in lines waiting into buildings with music vibrating their foundations from the inside, the smell of food. It's easy to get lost in this kind of environment, to forget -or rather drown out - any worries that might weigh on your shoulders. Among the chaos of this was the best place to hide, right under everyone's noses. In fact, one might say there's something distinctly 'western' about the Hida-shima night scene.

For Koyuki and Algis, it'd be a case of where to start in this labyrinth of neon and people. Each potential club seems like it's going to be packed with clubgoers, a mess of movement. Finding a specific individual in all of this is no easy task.

Lucky for the duo, someone seems to have found them.

A pair of eyes lock onto Koyuki [i]and[/i] Algis as they move through the city centre past a club called 'the Moonlighters'. The gaze belongs to an older gentleman of...well, it's hard to tell where he's from behind the bushy facial hair and smoke curtaining his features. He dressed well though, in the attire of someone who obviously had money to spend on suits and hats and the likes with a fedora to top it all off. He was a anachronism, straight from the prohibition era of America. 

Taking the cigar from his mouth in one hand, he beckoned Koyuki over with another, a lazy gesture of the hand.