[Introduction] The Poisonous Flower Blooms Once Again...

[scalpedsociety]

...the shadow remains cast!

The sudden jerk of air filled up Aramat's lungs and quickly awoke her. Hollow hazel eyes blinked sharply open.

"Where am I?", she thought to herself. She was surrounded by grass, the spring sun beaming down upon her and the slight sounds of birds chirping filled her ears.  She quickly sat up and gazed at the plant she was

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[johnny_rockfort]

Johnny is still not in the best of moods - what with his best-friend-little-sister still MIA, his drinking buddy clearly AWOL, and well. He's just generally a moody fellow.

The scene, however, with blood, and the strange attire (not that anything is ever normal in this dump, he muses)...

"Fuck, lady, are you alright?"

[scalpedsociety]

She glanced at the fellow, at best he looked like those poor street urchins that wondered the Savannah streets, Aramat knows them well. Every time she needed a body to cut open, thats one of the first places she and the ladies would hit.

"I'm alright... I think."

[johnny_rockfort]

This urchin had quite the price on his head - and is responsible for the deaths of hundreds. Watch out, Aramat.

"You're covered in blood," he points out. "Not particularly sexy."

[scalpedsociety]

The lady smiled it was sort of unsettling, she could appreciate some humor in the situation, besides it probably wouldn't be such a good idea to show her true colors just yet... at least not right now when she needs some help.

"At least not to regular people... what is your name good sir?"

[johnny_rockfort]

Good sir. Johnny snorks. He can't help it.

"Johnny," he replies, "and I'm not a sir." And I'm not good either. "You probably should to inside," he adds, "it's better than out here.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat cocked up an eyebrow at the urchin, Aramat desptie her madness, was always taught to be polite to people, meeting a person who didn't want any of that was... strange to say the least.

"Fine, Johnny. take me inside."

[johnny_rockfort]

He smirks and looks amused. "When you put it that way...." Yes, Aramat, that's a leer. He's a rake, you have been warned.

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat stares back at Johnny with a patented cold, threatening glare that says:"You touch anything and I'll kill you."

The lady isn't that fond of men.

[johnny_rockfort]

Hands off, right away. "Hey, easy lady - that was just a compliment."

He's not taking the threat seriously.

[scalpedsociety]

"Not to me it wasn't. I don't like men that much, especially ruffians like you." Aramat says that entire sentence coldly.

[johnny_rockfort]

"Well I guess that makes things clear," Johnny replies through his teeth. "I suggest you apologize. I have a temper, and you won't like me when I'm angry."

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat relents. She wants no hard feelings, at least not right now.

"Well I guess we have something in common... when I get too angry, I'm not that pretty myself. I'm sorry, I just woke up in a place that I barely know. Anyone would be pissed."

[johnny_rockfort]

"Fair enough," he replies, and though he's not smiling, he doesn't look ready to pounce either. "I have a name, use it please. That's all I ask."

[scalpedsociety]

"Alright... Mr. Johnny Rockfort." The lady still can't resist trying to be polite.

Aramat felt some pangs of pain in her head, she had only one craving right now... Alcohol.

"Johnny if you can, please ignore our spat. Can you please take me into the mansion and get me a drink? Anything will do, wine, whiskey, even beer. Just anything."

[johnny_rockfort]

He shrugs, and replies, "It's not like I wasn't going there anyway. Come along."

We can probably put it to their spat that he's ignoring the blood on her, and just taking her to have a drink.

[scalpedsociety]

She follows him slightly limping because it feels like her right ankle is broken.

"So Mr. Johnny. What time are you from?"