[h3]Vladimir[/h3]

As the sun rose, a body amongst the sheets tangled through two forms stirs. Slowly a woman sits up and inspects the man whom she managed to bed last night. As she gazes upon the sleeping form a pale grey eye slowly opens and looks at her. [color=lightblue]"good morning"[/color] The woman cracks a smile as the man known as Vladimir sits up, still groggy from sleep. [color=pink]"Morning Vlad."[/color] Vlad gets out of bed and starts pulling on clothes, to be specific a heather grey t shirt and tight dark jeans, as she watches. Once fully clothed he turns and looks at her. [color=lightblue]"Not that i am objecting to you being here...but why are you still here?'[/color] The woman tilts her head. [color=pink]"I wanted to be here when you awoke...a-"[/color] Before she could finish the sentence Vlad's dinosaur of a phone rings. He picks up. [color=lightblue]"Hello? What? oh...its not mine. How could I be so sure you ask? Because i am completely sterile. Nice try though, do try it on someone else who it is actually possible to produce a parasite with."[/color] A click is heard as he snaps the phone shut and watches as the woman dresses in a hurry and leaves. Vlad snorts, it would seem all the women he ends up with are similar. 

Vladimir lightly makes coffee and starts about his day. However, this is soon interrupted by a doorbell ring. He sighs before getting up and seeing a postman with a letter. His eyes flick between the letter and the man as he grabs the letter, who even sends letters now a days. He nods to the postman as he closes his door. He opens and reads it. 

His whole being goes cold at the threat of being known to the IBI. [color=lightblue]"Not again...never again"[/color] The whisper is soft and he clenches the letter. He inhales and exhales before unclenching and finishing the reading of the letter. [i][color=lightblue]So Seattle it is.[/color][/i] 

His day found him in one of his least favorite forms of traveling. A plane. Something about being in the air with his feet off the ground was unnerving. With his jaw clenched, eyes closed, and knuckles white from clenching the arm rests he feels he might be okay if no one talks to him. Of course, that was not fate. [color=yellow]"Oh are you afraid of flying?"[/color] The irritating voice of the blonde sitting next to him pierces his forced meditation. [color=lightblue]"Only as much as you are afraid of your natural hair color"[/color] That shocked her into silence...good. The rest of the flight was uneventful thankfully. 

He walks off of the metal bird to see a rather large man dislocating another man's shoulder. With an eyebrow raise he makes his way to the group around the large bear of a man, knowing full well his silent nature might make him unnoticed until they actually look behind them. [color=lightblue]"Why be subtle when the other guy was not? Believe that man brought the bad karma upon himself"[/color] As another woman introduces herself he sighs. He probably should do the same. [color=lightblue]"Vladimir."[/color] He felt nothing else needed to be added so he simply does not. The pirate boots are enough to prove everything about himself.