Arin stood on on the beach, watching the waves while waiting on his girlfriend(Ayaka)

In the forest was a female wolf walking around. She was currently searching for some prey which mostly consist of small animals(such as birds, rabbits, etc). Kendra sniffed the air, hoping for a scent and finally smelled a rabbit somewhere nearby. She began her search for said rabbit.

In a dark alleyway in the city, three men(thugs) were trying to pick on another man who didn't seem fazed by any of their insults. Suddenly, all three men were blasted back against the wall. Standing over them was Viktor, smiling at yet another job well done as the thugs ran off to who knows where.

The door of the souvenir shop creaked open. A small doll walked in. The shopkeeper turned around, surprised. He stared at the doll, then an echoey voice rang out through the empty mouth. "Money. Or you die.". The doll pulled up a small handgun. "Ha ha, very funny. Get this robot doll out of my shop, pleas-". His voice was cut off by the sound of a gun. There was a bullet hole in his head. The doll collected the money, then wandered out of the shop to an abandoned beach hut. It entered through a small hole in the door. "Good work." Said a smooth, but emotionless voice - Damien. He rifled through the money stack with a cold smile.

@KaijuBaragon

On top of a water tower, A young man stood there. Adorned in brown, torn trousers, and a bare chest, He watched over the city with a peaceful smile. Bat like wings, and a reptilian tail, with scales matching the color of his deep blue hair, rested behind him. His pair of Emerald eyes' staring at the ocean in the distance, however his expression would quickly change at the sound of a gunshot. Alarmed, Drake stood upright, trying to find the source in the streets below. While he couldn't find an exact source, He would swoop down off of the tower and into the street that the sound had originated to. Landing on the sidewalk, he looked around for any sign of violence or oddity. Finding no trace of a culprit, with only a dead store owner, I'd frown, trying to analyze the scene for any assistance on who committed such a crime.

Damien put the doll on a small shelf, then put the money in his jet black hoodie pocket and headed out. His face was mostly covered by a half-cover balaclava, so only his blood-red eyes shone through. As he was walking down the dusty street he noticed a small child playing with a teddy bear. Giggling subtly to himself, he clicked his fingers, and the bear began to attack the child. He entered a small store, paid for some goods, but not before making all of the toys being sold in the shop swarm the shopkeeper. He scratched his face, only to realise he had some blood on it. Some must have splattered on the doll. Unphased, Damien carried on walking.

Cambria smiled at the older gentleman and fluffed his pillows. She was careful not to catch his IV pole on anything as she laughed at the joke he told her. A few moments later she walked out into the hallway and one of the new doctors called to her, "Um, hey! Crap, you candystriper girl!" Cambria looked up at him and followed his requests to move gurneys out of the ER for more incoming injuries.

There had been a big accident on the highway and many people were being rushed into the ER at St. Josephs. Cambria watched as a family was rushed in and there were multiple broken bones. The doctor ordered a portable x-ray machine asap. They thought there was a rib puncturing the little boy's lung. The portable x-ray machines was not working properly. It appeared to have the cord sheared through and couldn't be plugged in. It was the last one in the building and all others were in use. Cambria stood near it and put her hand on it casually supplying it with the juice it needed to work. Cambria smiled as she rolled the portable machine back and sent it to maintenance to be repaired.

She smiled to herself as she put her jacket on and left at the end of her shift.

Bartholomew snores in an alleyway, a system of cardboard boxes set up to resemble a house, yet he wasn't sleeping in it. he was sprawled out in the very back of the alleyway, passed out, snoring as loudly as humanly possible. he had somehow buried himself partially in bear themed clothing, something unusual, but not uncommon for him at least. he was known for good reason as the local loony hobo, because quite frankly, he was. Bartholomew was sleeping peacefully, until a gunshot echoes, being a heroic and smart person, he hides deeper in his bear-themed items. until he hears a child scream, and then proceeds to hide even DEEPER.

@NachoBachoPacho upon furthering my investigations of the crime, Drake came across an alleyway with a strange scent to it. Smelling a bear, Drake was curious as to why there was such a wild beast in the middle of the city, hiding too. A forked tongue would escape his lips as he followed the scent to the pile of strange items at the very back of the alleyway. "huh" He muttered as his tail would slide away through some of the rummage, seeing some movement inside.

"I don't have any money!" Bartholomew shouts out to mysterious stranger, continuing to burrow into the bear related merchandise. "Don't shoot me!" he says before his hands shoot out of the pile, in a surrendering fashion.

@NachoBachoPacho "uh, no I was actually looking for the source of the gun shot.." I said, confused at the stranger before. However I blew off his odd first impression and smiled. "So uh, whats your name?"

"Oh, i'm Bartholomew, a bear guy." He stick his head out of the pile, a goofy smile on his face. "So you're looking for the source of the gunshot? I didn't know people wanted to get shot in this town, weird." He climbs out of the pile, brushing a teddy bear off his shoulder.

Ayaka had been in the forest, but decided to go to the beach. She figured Arin would be there as he always seems to wait there for her.

@NachoBachoPacho Drake looked at the strange, bear obssessed stranger, nodding. "Right right, uh, my name is Drake." His wings would spread out as he looked over his surroundings.

"Nice wings, you into cosplay or something pal?" Bartholomew asks, as he steps fully out of the merchandise pile, nearly tripping over a bear t-shirt. "Anyways, just because you have cool costume wings, doesn't mean you're a vigilante, so don't go after gunshots okay? being shot hurts." he yawns and stretches, taking out a cup of murky liquid from one of the boxes.

@NachoBachoPacho He'd look at the figure quizzically, before lowering his wings and laughing at his words. "right right, I'm no vigilante, still. There is a lot of crime happening around here, you know?" I'd have a friendly smile grow on my face as my tail slithered to my side. "Ah well, it doesn't matter. See you later, Bartholomew. My name is drake just so you know." And with those words I took off into the sky in a sudden burst of speed.

I look at the cup of murky water, frown, and then pour the water out. "Either i've been drinking too much 'water', or that guy is definitely NOT human." I shrug, and return to my pile of bear merchandise.

Cambria was walking down the main street in the city but she hated getting off of work at this time of day. She could get home faster she just liked the walk. The temperature was perfect this time of year. She always stayed on edge through certain areas no matter what time of day it was. She could feel the electrical anticipation flowing through her. She held her head high and practically dared anyone to mess with her.

Landing on a nearby roof, Drake sighed to himself as he looked at the city below again. His illuminating, emerald green eyes scanning the streets. His tail would slither back and before behind him and he'd shift his gaze up to the sun.

Matt adjusted his scope that he drew from his hand and animated for its current use. He continued to do so and look through the scope to get a better view of the magnificent site that was on the other side of the scope. To get a better idea of what's going on he laid down on the roof he was on and begin to draw what took place within the apartment building that was across the street. The half naked man grinned at the site and continued to shift from the scope to his piece of paper that he was drawing on. On the streets below a woman and her child walked passed the building our half naked friend was on. The child so happened to catch a glispe of Matt's scope and looked up seeing the pervert in action.

The boy tugged on his mother shirt and pointed in the direction of the scope. "Mommy! Does Santa usually lay half naked on top of roofs with a telescope!?" He asked sort of shouting. "Shit!" Matt heard the kid quickly barrel rolled off the edge of the roof to were he couldn't be seen. The mother looked up and just shook her head in disapproval and continued to walk with her child. Matt crawled as if he was on a battle field to the edge of the roof. He had to get the rest of his drawing finished. Sadly once he readjusted his scope the woman that was in the apartment was no longer in just a towel and was now fully dressed. "Damn it!" Matt cursed as he pouted like a child that didn't get candy when everyone else did. He reconstructed his scope and laid on the roof for a bit before leaving it.

He walked the streets scratching his beard thinking of his plans for the day. Where could a half naked man spend his time but at the beach or a strip club. Neither of which he decided to go with. Unable to decide he just walked in the direction of the nearest store to buy some booze. If his art peeping show was gonna be screwed by a nosey kid he can still hallucinate that a chick would still want him. A wide grin still present on his face as he continued on his path.

Damien took out the small rag doll he had in his top pocket. He gave a malicious smile under his before sending it jumping down onto the street. The doll had a small blade embedded in the arm. The rag doll, controlled by Damien, wandered up to a man, then slashed the back of his heel. The man screamed and fell to the ground. People crowded round, and Damien slashed some of their feet, and they too fell screaming down. The doll climbed Damien's trousers and entered his pocket, as he ran away laughing maniacally. Causing pain and havoc was the only thing that made him feel emotion. The emotion was pure insane delight.

@KaijuBaragon Hearing the screams Drake fly over to the source of the sound. While hewas too late to catch the culprit he was able to witness the victims all bleeding by their feet. For the first time in a while, a determined rage sparked within him, and he would fly over head to see anyone or thing that was suspicious. Being high in the sky he was able to locate a stranger, oddly dressed, and running off. Squinting a glare, Drake dash forward in the air, and would swoop down in front of the stranger, seeing a doll on his pants. "Pardon me" he said, trying to be polite but there was clear livid emotions in Drake's expression and tone.