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Kanen leaned forward and extended his hand to pick up her wallet, picking it up gingerly and opening it. Who the hell is Ariel Castro, he thought to himself, musing over what he assumed to be an insult His fingers disappeared into it, ruffled around for a moment, and then emerged once more with her driver's license in tow. His eyes scanned over it with satisfaction. Unlike Scarlett's face, which refused to cooperate, or her mouth, which Kanen was certain would give him nothing but lies anyhow, her ID could only give him truths.

" S C A R L E T T." He spelled out her name to a simple tune. He continued reading over her ID, comparing the photo to the woman in front of him the best he could in the darkness. Kanen had been wrong; they'd grabbed the correct person, and this wouldn't all be for nothing. Hopefully?

When she started asking him what he wanted, Kanen audibly snorted and tossed her wallet back towards her without taking any of the cash from it. "Wrong." he said bluntly, eyes still drifting across her ID. "Five-foot-two?" He asked accusingly, raising an eyebrow at her. "I might be fucked up but that doesn't seem right even to me." He didn't wait for an answer before tossing her ID back towards her as well and leaning back against the interior wall of the van.

"If I just wanted money, I wouldn't have grabbed a stripper" He began explaining, letting his head fall back against the wall so he was looking down his nose at her. "Financially, you aren't worth shit to me. Not to mention, if I had any intent of giving you back, don't you think I'd wear a mask, maybe cover the tats?" He questioned, slapping the tattoos on one of his shoulders for emphasis. Kanen of course had no intention of killing her. Not bringing masks was a foolish mistake he had only realized in the past few moments when he'd had the chance to calm down. That said, Kanen was already getting annoyed with her attitude, and he wanted her to question her own conclusions.

True, Kanen had no idea what he was going to do with her, but she didn't need to know that. Kanen just wanted to piss off her friends. ​

 

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Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"I wear platforms, jackass." She replied plainly, grabbing her ID and wallet off the ground. She shoved them back into her bag and crossed her legs. "The lack of masks was stupid, by the way. The club has CCTV and my brother isn't shy about plastering dickwads on the public boards. You're gonna be famous."

Her expression turned cautious, hesitant, for only a moment. She wondered if his intent was more malicious than she had initially assumed, for a brief moment she doubted herself. Then again, though, as rationality kicked in she span her mind back to where it has rested before. If he wanted to hurt her he would have already done so. So if it wasn't for the money what the hell did he want.

"So what is it, then? I'd be a pretty shitty housewife, I'll tell you that. And if you're looking for some sort of favours then you're doing it the wrong way. I would have done it if you paid me enough and asked politely. Didn't have to go through all this hassle." She quirked an eyebrow, still content on giving him hell. Truthfully Scarlett just wanted to see how far she could push before he snapped at her again. Teasing and antagonizing as if she had very little care for her own wellbeing. If he wanted to kill her, he would have killed her.

That's what she was telling herself at least. There was still a sense of danger. She didn't know him but he knew her. Not surprising. Her face had been out in the public since her father made it big. A lot of people knew who she was. Unnerving, but she got over that pretty quickly when it was helping aide her in her own career.

"Where the fuck is my chicken wrap?"

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Kanen smiled to himself a little bit at her comment about the masks. He couldn't even really be mad about that one, she was right. The masks were kinda important. Even an amateur would have remembered that part. Her comments about her brother however made Kanen squint his eyes again and cock cheeky smirk. Her brother wouldn't put posters up. Not unless he was a fool anyways. He would undoubtedly do something, but that's what Kanen wanted. In his view, this was all just chess, and he wanted to force Scarlett's brother, and by extension the Milyukovs, to make a move.

He continued listening to her other guesses and Kanen even laughed a little bit at her suggestions of being a housewife or being wanted for favors. She had been pretty close to the money already with her brother, and yet she'd flown right over the mark. Only when she brought up the wrap again did Kanen engage once more.

"Where's my fucking chicken wrap?"

"Maybe Salem could pick it up for you?" Kanen coolly responded, intentionally using her brother's name to let Scarlett know that while Kanen might be brash and strung off his shit, he had done his research.

"Speaking of, Salem isn't going to go out plastering your name, not if he knows what's good for him anyways." Kanen continued, trying to flip the tables on her and make her feel like the dumb one now. "What kind of dumb ass criminal advertises shit like that?" He went on. "Oh boy. Look at me everyone, can't even protect my own sister, just come on over and jack my shit" Kanen finished sarcastically, waving his hands a little bit like he was playing a jester or a king's fool.

"Salem tries pulling some shit like that, I reckon the Milyukovs drive him out to the desert themselves." Kanen smiled to himself again, silently wondering if name-dropping the Russians would be enough for her to put the pieces together herself.

 

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"Salem isn't here."

She bit back, giving him an incredulous look. "Owh what, big boy, you thought you could scare me by name dropping my brother?" Scarlett scoffed and leaned her head back, looking up at the roof of the van. "Obviously you are going to know who my family is. Kind of comes with the whole celebrity title, doesn't it?"

"Which by the way, I don't think it would really matter if he does or doesn't put posters up. Don't know why you seem to think it would matter to him when he isn't my bodyguard. He may be violent and he's surely going to kick your ass, but it's not his job to keep me safe." She scrunched up her nose, looking over at him pointedly.

"And my brother isn't a criminal, by the way." She added, "Being the manager of a club doesn't mean that you're a criminal just because the movies and the media makes you think so, idiot. And the Milyukovs? So not only are you grabbing me from my place of work but you're stalking me? Alexei and I weren't public, how the fuck do you know about him? Or is it Kaz? I slept with him once, bucko, he's not exactly invested in anything aside from the revenue that I bring to the club. Fucking creep."

Scarlett huffed, rolling her head back once again and shifting, attempting to make herself even somewhat comfortable. Confusion stemmed as she thought about Alexei and Kaz, wondering why he seemed to care what they thought. As if bringing them up was some sort of power play. A stalker and a kidnapper, lucky her. And still no chicken wrap.

"I don't know what game you think you're playing but this certainly isn't the way to win. If you're gonna kill me then kill me but I'm fucking starved and I'm missing my gig so if you're not going to do anything bad then maybe do the good thing and get me my freaking wrap before I lose my goddamn mind."

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At first, Kanen thought she was just playing the game. Acting ignorant to her brother's crimes and everything in order to keep dancing around the subject would hardly be a bad tactic. Hell, Kanen had played the drunken fool once or twice himself to get out of a rough spot. But the more Scarlett kept talking and kept trying to deny Kanen's implications, the more evident it became that she genuinely didn't know about Salem or the Russian's seedier side of life.

What started as a smile spread until Kanen began laughing at her without shame or abandon. By the time she had finished her tirade, he had calmed down to softly giggling to himself at the situation, but a wild grin was smeared across his face. "You. Don't. Know. Shit." He teased, waving a finger at her playfully. This was better than expected. Kanen thought he was just gonna pick her up, piss some people off, and go from there; but this sweet little sprinkling of familial drama was like the cherry on top. If picking Scarlett up off the street wasn't going to be enough to drive Salem to action, surely driving this wedge between Scarlett and her brother would be enough to give him that little push over the edge.

"Ok, look," Kanen began in between intermittent laughter. "We are gonna go get you your chicken wrap, but there are some things you gotta know." He went on, speaking loud enough for the driver to hear his announcement about the wrap.

"First off, I want you to stop a moment and try to think logically about this. I know you, knew enough about you to pick you up the way I did without a hitch, even while...shall we say Dancing on the Moon?" Kanen explained, pulling down one eyelid with hand to really show off his pupils while twisting his other hand in the 'crazy' motion beside his head with the other.

"I think it is pretty clear I took the time the pick my target and pick it well, and frankly, pretty as you are, you are still worthless to me." Kanen paused. "You are here because I want your punk-ass brother and his Post-Soviet-Pussy friends to know they are not untouchable. They might've been able to hide their little side-gig from you. But they won't hide from me."

Kanen paused again, taking in a long breath and holding it for a moment before breathing out. He was pretty sure he was on the come-down now. "After you've gone ahead and thought about that, I want you to ask yourself this; If I" Kanen paused to point at himself, "am wrong about who your brother and his little friends are, what reason do I have to keep you alive? You've seen my face. If you and your brother aren't criminals, and you can go to the cops? Well...If you are really so confident your brother is some saint or something, I ought to just cut your head off, leave it and your body out in the desert, and stage it like a cartel killing. Cops will just eat that shit up." Kanen finished, turning sharply serious at the end. ​

 

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"As for this person... again, I… I don’t know. I haven’t- seen him yet. His name is Lei… ah, well, his English name is Aaron Chua.”

Aaron Chua.

Yes, Oliver did know him, and his reaction revealed as much: the sharp wince of his facial features, as though he'd just been jolted by an electric shock, and the way he drew back in his chair, arms guarding inwards. For a long time, he forgot to say anythiing, eyes vacant and mouth moving inaudibly, not realizing that he was sinking into yet another bottomless tunnel of thoughts and questions and internal monologuing.

So he was right.
He knew it.
Mei really was in with the family. But why hadn't they crossed paths? Well, there were a lot of people who Oliver wasn't allowed to bother directly, so it made sense. And if Mei was an associate of Aaron's, she was probably closer to the fighting ring than the.... marketing side of things.

Oliver only knew Aaron from extraneous tasks, usually unpaid-- just part of the job, he supposed. From time to time, someone would occasionally give him something to give to Aaron, or Aaron would have something that he needed to disappear and Oliver would take it off his hands. Oliver figured it was important to stay on good terms if he wanted to keep getting work and avoid ending up floating in a rooftop water tank with a bullet in his skull.

Knowing Mei was involved in all of this felt worse, somehow.
He did what he had to, but Mei... Mei had a home, and maybe even an education. She didn't deserve to be stuck in this mess.

Mei moved slightly, and that snapped Oliver's focus back into the room.
Disoriented and slightly embarrassed that he'd yet again been sitting in petrified silence for far too many seconds, Oliver tried to force himself to relax out of his tensed-up position, only to find that he suddenly couldn't remember how to sit casually... eventually having to settle for an awkward side-lean over the back of the chair that looked even more awkward and uncomfortable than before.

"S-so you... you, you know Aaron. Wow. Cool. Cool cool. Okay." The stutter was back in full force. He was speaking far too quickly and was starting to frantically scramble for the rest of the sentence, as if he were being held at gunpoint to keep talking. "And you... I-I... well, I'm sorry I didn't... I didn't know that we were... but what else do th-.... what do p-people do around here, I... I'm not in danger."
He had abruptly circled back to something Mei had said several minutes ago. It had taken him this long to process it.
"I'm not in danger and I don't need help."
His paper-white fingers gripped the edge of the library table, blanching his knuckles to a shade so upsettingly pale that it made the rest of him look sallow by comparison.
"You know. Everything has... well, not just predators, but... antagonists. Problems. Sea turtles have tiger sharks and human refuse and commercial fishing trawlers. Desert tortoises have eagles and bobcats and habitat encroachment. We have... you know what we have. You know what we do." The brief flash of anger had faded from his eyes, leaving them once again blankly staring out into the bookshelves, half-shaded under his dark hair. "I actually think turtles have a simpler situation. Definitely more perilous, but... just simpler."

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So he was planning on killing her.

Scarlett let out a slow breath, eyes trained on the man in front of her. A cold shiver of dread slid down her spine, making her pull into herself a little. Scarlett didn't say a word for a long moment, her heart pounding as she came to bitter realizations.

Salem had always been violent. He always had a way of protecting her that nobody else seemed to have and him being part of some sort of criminal organization made a lot more sense considering the things he had done before... The people he hung out with, the money he seemed to have, the phone calls he would make. Why he would hide something like that from Scarlett was beyond her. It hurt to think about, her brother keeping such a secret from her.

It hurt even more realizing that it was likely her who brought him into it in the first place. She knew Alexei first, the two of them seeming to get along better than any brother and sisters boyfriend duo that she had known. But Alexei? The sweet cuddly bear that she knew him to be? The quick to make a joke, quick to comfort man that she would have trusted with her life... would have gone the full way with if it weren't for her own reservations and the jealousy of his ex girlfriend... Could he really be a criminal?

Scarlett shook her head softly, eyes flicking about the mans face for a moment, "I'm not going to beg you for my life." She whispered, swallowing thickly, "If Salem..." She trailed off, looking away, forcing herself not to let him break her. "What would I even tell the cops? That some guy picked me up off the street and bought me food? It's not like you've actually done anything to me."

She rubbed her arm, eyebrows furrowing slightly, "If you're just trying to piss them off... I..." Her thoughts were going a mile a minute. She wasn't about to cry, that wasn't the kind of person that she was. She was calm, steady, but this all seemed like a little too much. "If you're not going to kill me you have to at least let me tell my mom that I'm okay. She'll be worried out of her mind and... I... Lilith doesn't deserve that."

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One more book.

Thats what Salina told herself. One more book to add to the armful she already held, already heavy and weighing her down yet Salina held her own as she trodded through the shelves in the library. She didn't want to have make the trip again later in the week, it would be a waste of time. Instead she decided to grab everything she needed so she was set for the week of studying and essay writing. All mixed in with her very busy work schedule, Salina felt like she hardly had the time to do much of anything else.

Not that she minded at all. Studying what she loved, reading up about her passions. Sure the essays weren't the most fun thing in the world to write but the material always made her happy. That was the goal, wasn't it? To do pursue something that made you happy?

So one more book. Then she went to the checkout before slipping the books that would fit into her tote. Next stop was work and she planned to get there an hour or so early so she had time to do some more studying before getting ready for her shift. Her work bag was in her car, outfit for the night carefully folded and packed away. It was a shorter shift at least, meant that she would be able to get a lot done. Maybe even have a chance to call her mom or watch a movie before bed and class the next morning.

Busy busy busy little bee. Salina was on her way out of the library when she overheard a conversation that definitely wasn't for her but had piqued her interest. Tiger Sharks. One of her favorite sharks. Beautiful and majestic beasts of the sea. Her gaze wandered about, trying to find the source of the voice before she decided to - very rudely, she admitted - interrupt.

"Tiger Sharks are preyed on by Orcas." Salina hummed, holding her books close to her chest as she spoke up, looking at the pair sitting in front of her. "They.. uh... bite off their fins and drown them before disemboweling them and eating their innards. Which is just... horrible... So... even predators have predators."

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Kanen watched Scarlett curl inwards on herself like a dead flower drying in the sun, but he was satisfied that she didn't try and defend Salem's supposed innocence any further, and Kanen didn't feel the need to drive his point home anymore. From the front seats, Kanen could hear the driver and the other passenger arguing about what nearby convenience store had the better chicken wraps. They had settled on one location before realizing they couldn't exactly go through the drive through and opting for another store with a large parking lot to stop at briefly. The two had just started debating about what route to take when Scarlett spoke up in a low whisper, pulling Kanen's attention back.

Her mention of the cops and him having 'not actually done anything' made Kanen chuckle and shake his head, rocking it back and forth against the side of the van where it rested. "While I will concede that the cops might have a difficult time making a case against this, kidnapping is a crime still, as is destruction of property. Your phone unfortunately evidence of both." Kanen corrected turning his eyes from her to his fingernails, which he began to absentmindedly pick at. "Besides, didn't you say your brother would have already noticed or something like that?" Kanen raised an eyebrow at her accusingly. "Little late for me to play the innocence card at that point, huh."

"This is all besides the point anyways!" Kanen suddenly said, waving one of his hands dismissively. "Relax. You're not gonna die, least not tonight." He said with a shrug. "Buuuuuuut...." Kanen said, dragging out the word. "No. No calling mommy. Whole point of this was to piss people off, calling to say 'oh don't worry though, I'm keeping her real safe' kinda defeats the purpose, don't ya think?"

Kanen paused for a moment "Don't even answer that actually. Doesn't matter. Your phone is broke, you ain't using mine. You won't be gone too long anyhow. I just need you to miss your little concert or whatever to really get 'em riled up, then we'll just drop you off somewhere." He went on to explain, rolling his hands over one another as he talked. "Look, at the end of the day, just look at this like a fun little surprise vacation. Nobody even has to get hurt so long as baby-brother knows how to recognize a warning shot with dramatic flair for what it is." When Kanen said the last part, he opened his ands like little fireworks and lazily turned his gaze away from his fingernails and back to Scarlett.

"Speakin' of 'im. How do you think Salem responds to all this. Keep in mind your newly acquired information regarding his line of work, please." Kanen asked, partially just trying to tease her and cut the tension a little bit now, but also to see if he could get a better idea of what kind of retaliation to expect.

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As soon as Mei had said her fathers name recognition played across the boy’s face and her stomach dropped. He sat there in silence for so long this time- several minutes in fact- that even Mei began to feel a little uncomfortable. That was more so to do with the anticipation of what he might say next that the actual silence itself. But she didn’t know what to say to speed it along. Out of options, she eventually just resumed her task. That had the unintended effect of snapping Oliver out of his own head. Her hands paused again, eyes wide as she stared at him “S-so you know Aaron-“

She had opened her mouth to reply but he continued to stutter and stumble over his words so much that she had absolutely no idea what he was trying to communicate with her. Finally, he said something she understood as an answer to a question she had asked minutes before ‘I’m not in danger and I don’t need help. Mei doubted that very much at this point. “Oh… Ok.” She slowly began, but he wasn’t finished.

"You know. Everything has... well, not just predators, but... antagonists. Problems. Sea turtles have tiger sharks and human refuse and commercial fishing trawlers. Desert tortoises have eagles and bobcats and habitat encroachment. We have... you know what we have. You know what we do. I actually think turtles have a simpler situation. Definitely more perilous, but... just simple"

She tried to process the meaning behind this. A few things stuck out to her. Everything has predators- including us. Turtles, while their situation is more dangerous, it was simpler. Was he saying Aaron was a predator!? By the way he was speaking- Mei concluded that he was involved in something big and that he thought she was as well due to her mention of her father’s name. Her heartbeat so loudly in her chest now she felt everyone must hear it.

She was about to attempt to formulate a response when another voice chimed in. Her eyes moved to gaze upon a girl so beautiful that she almost looked surreal. Like a doll… or a faerie. She broke off into a factoid about tiger sharks and how they also had predators. Her mind was spinning so much she felt she might actually pass out if she tried to process any more information. Mei was losing her composure big time. She looked away from the newcomer, dropped the q-tip into the recorder and dug her nails into the backs of her hands as hard as she could manage to try to distract from the rising panic, and looming threat of a meltdown. She focused on her inhale and exhale.

After a few more seconds she cleared her throat to speak on something she knew. Something she loved. “I think Pigeons are more like us. They do have a lot of natural predators, of course. Foxes, cats, racoons. In the air they have hawks. But they do have the ability to remember faces, and despite having been cast out from the favour of humans for hundreds of years, they always seem to find and seek out the ones that want to help them.” She smiled to herself, thinking of all the poor pigeons who seemed to seek her out for help when injured. It was an uncanny phenomenon that a lot of other people in that community shared, but she hadn’t found many academic sources on the matter. Still. It made her feel better- and she was able to look up again. “Hello, you like sharks?” She asked the girl “Incredible that we have all found one another.” She remarked, and then stated “I’m Mei, this is Oliver. What can we call you?”

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Though both Mei and Oliver seemed to be clawing at the fraying edges of their sanity at the moment that another young woman approached their corner of the library, as soon as she dropped a little factoid about orca-shark carnage, the two of them seemed to instinctively accept her into their trepid little bubble,

Mei was the first to settle herself enough to speak, though Oliver couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the deep red marks that her nails had left in her palms, and the shaky breaths she drew in.
Reading other people's feelings wasn't always easy, but her rising anxiety looked so much like his own that it was unmistakable.
He’d distressed her, prying too deep into their shared criminal activities.
A heavy wave of guilt pushed its way into his lungs. He hadn't meant to frighten her.

He’d apologize later… but right now, the new girl’s offer of distraction was too comforting to resist. Without missing a beat, he joined in the recitation:

“Sharks! Yes. And birds... I mean, they're all... it's weird that we should bring them up, all at once, because they're all kind of misclassified for how ancient they are. Turtles are some of the oldest extant animals, with their earliest recognizable ancestors dating back to the middle Permian through the late Triassic, which makes them older than most dinosaurs– the popular ones, anyway.” His speech, while still too fast and noticeably stilted, was much clearer now: the stutter was reduced to a slight hesitation on certain consonants, and he now seemed perfectly capable of stringing together grammatically adequate sentences. “And birds just are dinosaurs, for all that means anymore… Theropoda. Closer to other extant reptiles than any of the crocodilians… or turtles, actually. Birds are reptiles. Also, Reptilia should be a clade and not a class, to further… well, these things are slow. But it just makes sense, right? And… I mean, she said it better, but the way columbiforms and corvids and… what order are parrots in? Psi… psitera-... I mean, she knows. You know, right? But yes. Birds have such incredible diversity but really we never classify them with the animals they’re closest to.” As he picked up speed and fluency, he also picked up volume. Yet again, a handful of nearby patrons had stopped milling the bookshelves to glower and whisper behind their hands to each other at the three young animal enthusiasts… and Oliver still failed his perception check. “And Sharks… sharks… sharks are even older than turtles. 450 million years, maybe more. Hard to tell with cartilaginous fish, what with d-dec- c… de-c-com… decomposing faster than bones, less likely to… it’s the reason we don’t have much left of Megalodon, or any of the other, uh…”

Stumbling over the word ‘decomposing’ had forced him to slow down, and it was now that he realized he should probably let someone else talk for a minute.
“...I’m sure you know more about this, actually. I… I-I’m mostly into turtles.”

For the first time, he looked up at the new girl who had approached them. He paused to study her, staring intently, head tilting back to scan her from over the rim of his lower eyelids.
She looked nothing like anyone else he’d ever seen before, and he couldn’t quite place why he found it a bit enchanting that everything about her matched: Her hair was bleached to a silvery white, mirroring the snowy hue of her cropped cardigan… and the air around her was infused with a mild salty-vanilla fragrance.
All of this told Oliver that she had money to spare.

She definitely wasn’t in his and Mei’s line of work; that much was obvious.

And speaking of Mei– while Oliver stared and speculated, Mei had actually been polite enough to properly greet the new girl:
“I’m Mei, and this is Oliver. What can we call you?”

Oliver seemed slightly taken aback – offended, almost – at having been introduced by name.

Gnawing into his lower lip to keep his jaw from dropping, he shrank away to look at the floor, a telltale red flush settling over his face. His restless fingers, which he had been tracing back and forth along the edge of the table, were now anxiously raking through his hair.

Oliver wasn’t exactly an uncommon name, but it was his, and a little too close to home for someone he’d known for less than five minutes…
Especially if this new girl had been around Boston lately.

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They had piqued her interest.

The rush of urgency to get out of the library had slowed to a stop when the two started talking, particularly the boy whose name she would learn is Oliver. She found his rambling endearing, sweet, how he seemed to trail off from one subject to another. It certainly brought a hint of a smile to curve at Salina's lips. She struggled a little to catch up but once she was in it she was in it, carefully listening and absorbing each word with a soft nod.

"Well it certainly doesn't help that the ocean decomposes bodies vastly different than the Earth does." Salina added, "Plus many species of sharks prefer more tropical water and tend to stick closer to the coast. Decomposition in tropical waters is interesting because bodies generally bloat and raise to the surface. Then scavenging creatures will pick at and dismember the body until it sinks to the bottom. Actually, sea birds do a vast majority of the picking from the water." Salina offered Mei a sweet smile despite the rather... interesting topic.

"But.. uhm... anyway the ocean has quite the way of breaking down bodies. So... because sharks lack the same bone formation that humans do their bodies go much, much quicker than we would. A lot of shark carcasses may actually be intact but they are at the bottom of the deep sea so it's not really something that we can just go down and look at. But the colder seas... that's where you would find the most intact bodies of any species because the water kind of... uhm... mummifies in a way? With human bodies there's a waxy substance that kind of covers the body that kind of protects it from decomposing. That's why they can pull bodies from shipwrecks and they will still be intact. Actually in cases like the titanic they likely could still find bodies if they went into the ship itself and did a thorough enough search. The ship itself is starting to fall apart and deteriorate but because of the lack of movement in the water inside the cabins of the ship - if there were a body - it could still be pretty well intact."

Salina slowed, her gaze flicking between Mei and Oliver for a moment. She realized that she had rambled and was now completely off topic all together... not that it would truly stop her too much.

"Uhm.." She cleared her throat, "A- Anyway... Majority of what they find left behind of most Sharks is just teeth because they.. uhm... they don't share the same compounds as a human body and typically get eaten by other species and bottom feeders. In the rare chance that they wash up on the shoreline then they are either found by humans and studied or eaten by land animals..."

Salina took a breath, dithering for a moment before realizing she had completely bypassed introducing herself after Mei had so politely done so for them. "O-oh. I'm sorry. Sometimes I ramble and forget myself." She offered an apologetic smile, shifting her books from one arm to the other so she could extend her hand out for them to shake. "I'm Salina but honestly most people just call me Salt."

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Scarlett twitched her nose as she listened to him speak.

Of course she knew asking to speak to her mother was a long shot. Why would a kidnapper give her any graciousness to at least tell her family that she was alive. That was the opposite of his intentions. She knew that... but she still had to try.

Scar took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, fluttering her eyelashes and shaking her head softly. "Maybe don't threaten me next time." She replied slowly, bitterly, "Would make this so called surprise vacation a lot more enjoyable for the both of us." As she spoke, Scarlett picked at her jeans, trying to distract her racing mind as much as she possibly could.

"So your intent is to piss off my apparent criminal brother and his and my employers? That's kind of pathetic but... I dunno. I guess I don't really know Salem as well as I thought I did." She pulled her knees up toward her chest, looping her arms around her legs, before speaking again. "Best guess is that he's going to start calling people first? Usually a safe bet is my buddy Alex because we are almost always together... He's not going to automatically assume that I got kidnapped though.... Well..." She tilted her head back and forth, giving a sort of far away look. "Maybe? But he'd assume it was someone else before he's think its some... I dunno mafia? Is that what you are?... guy... trying to get a leg up."

Scarlett let out another slow breath, trying to clear her mind. "I mean... He's going to look for me and when he finds me he might get violent but... I don't think he would go as far as kill somebody unless I'm dead myself so..." She trailed off, eyes flicking up to meet the gaze of the man in front of her, "But like I said, it kind of seems like I don't know my brother as well as I thought I did."

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Despite his hostage's attitude and little jabs here and there, Kanen was finding their conversation to be much more enjoyable than he had expected. Granted, prior to meeting Scarlett, Kanen had predicted this to go one of two ways. The most obvious and most probable in Kanen's opinion, had been that Scarlett would be some whiny, screaming, brat, and Kanen would have to deal with her sobbing and bitching. He and his fading high were grateful for Scarlett's ability to keep calm.

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As Kanen listened to Scarlett talk about her brother, it finally struck him how odd it was for Scarlett to be so calm and collected if she hadn't even known about all the criminal fiasco nonsense. It would be one thing if she lived in the same violent world as Kanen. This was just like any Tuesday. Hardly anything to get worked up over, but Kanen found it incredibly odd for Scarlett to be so chill about all of this, relatively speaking. Not that he was about to question things though. Kanen hadn't decided whether or not Scarlett was still just in shock, or if she was just genuinely 'a tough cookie' like his mother would've said.

Scarlett's gaze met his briefly before being broken by the heave and rock of the cumbersome van turning into the parking lot of a small store. The van parked at the back of the lot, far from other vehicles and nearest to the lot exits. "One wrap, nothin' else?" The driver asked, looking to Kanen from the rear-view mirror. Kanen nodded in response and the two men exited the vehicle, walking towards the store entrance, leaving Kanen and Scarlett in the back of the van.

"For the record, this was nothing personal." Kanen began, choosing to speak before things could get awkward with silence. "And I would also add, I've been nothing but up front with you, unlike someone else..." Kanen trailed off, chuckling again as he started to dig in his pocket for something, extending his leg out to do so. His hand emerged a second later with what looked like a pack of cigarettes, though by the smell of them, more than likely at least contained marijuana. Kanen opened the pack and slid a slender joint from it before setting the package between them and returning his hand to his pocket to retrieve his lighter. "Feel free..." Kanen mumbled with his joint hanging limply from between his lips.

Kanen's lighter lit up the back of the van for just an instant before returning to darkness, only the glow of the cherry on Kanen's joint to illuminate his face between the scant and dim parking lot lights. Kanen took a long inhale and held it, letting the smoke slowly pass between his teeth and mustache when he exhaled. "Also, not mafia. You know any mafia's that come outta Montana?" Kanen joked. "Kanen James. Barren North MC" Kanen extended his right hand out towards her.

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Takushi Makashashi
Takushi stood on the stage looking out the row of tables in front of him and the row of search behind them. Must have been a couple of thousand people out there today, a good amount for any show still might have fallen short of the expectation of the higher ups of the casino for the Halloween show. True, he could see several empty seats when at one point when he started in this casino theatre, he would have to look quiet hard to find even one empty seat. He was losing popularity, it was inevitable it has been about half a decade since he last released a single, even longer since he was at his peak. The momentum of his fame could only carry him so far and he could see the signs that it might be the tail end. TIme was running out before he was totally out of celebrity. He was in Vegas too long, stuck in his to his routine, his inspiration no where to be find. Many time he had considered leaving, to leave this easy pay gig aside and take a risk. However, he could not.

The light on the stage began slowly became brighter and brighter revealing him and his band to the crowd. He could see the eyes turn on him and the stage, the quick realisation in their eyes that the show had finally started. The realisation that it was actually him on stage. "Happy Halloween everyone!" He shouted on to his mic and the response was a cheer and applause from the crowd. He felt a jolt up his spine, an addictive energy that came of having the audience favour. There was no greater feeling, second only to the final applause of this show. There was something magical in performing on a Las Vega stage. The first steps of Las Vegas taking hold of him and keeping him in its power for another day, another week and another month and year.

The music began to play to play, the crowd began to cheer louder as they realised what song he will start with. One of the most popular of his set. He counted down 3...2...1... He bagan to sing, softly at first just singing to the mic before the music began to speed up and beat increased, his body began to move, the instinct began to take over. The natural performer. More cheers. Intoxicating energy flooding through his body. He still had it, he was still a performer... He could still hold the crowd and entertain that was his skill, his power and that is what he wanted to do. What he was born to do. An affirmation he found each time he performed and each time he promised himself the path he will take after this. Though he knew where he will be after this and that he will be here tomorrow again despite his promises to himself. He was in this rut.. he was too comfortable with it to leave.

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An two hours later he was finally done, exhilarated by the applause from the crowd and covered in sweat. However, he evening was not done. To be done was to return to his hotel room and sit around on his out. He did not want that, he did not want to think. To think about what he was doing day in and day out. He needed something to pass the time, to drag this high out for as long as possible. It was Halloween after all and he was too old to trick and treat, but he was not too old to party and to dress up. There was a part in the Stardust of course but he was sick of this place, he needed a change of scenery even if it was another casino in the strip. Word was Club Luxe was doing its Halloween night. Perfect. He returned to his dressing room and changed from his usual suit to something more appropriate for a place like this: and 80s gangster white suit with a velvet shirt. Perfect for a club ran by gangster in a town funded by organised crime. He looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted his hair before pointing at himself at the mirror. "Hello, bad guy! Are you talking to me, mother f..er!" He said putting on a stereotypical Japaneses accent he had once had the last time he wore a costume like that. He chuckled at himself before calling his driver to get ready.
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Mei tried to be attentive, she really did. But she was so overwhelmed trying to process what Oliver had alluded to before. Her brain was stuck on his words. They repeated in her head like an echo. What followed was a rather intriguing lesson on the decomposition of sharks and other creatures in the ocean, and different factors that affected it. On an average day, Mei would have listened intently however today the info dumping was just contributing to her overstimulation. She found herself retreating into her own head. Her eyes glazed over a little as she fell into her old habit of dissociating to avoid the meltdown which was ever nipping at her heels. She took in barely more than key points of what their new friend had said.

It was only when she introduced herself that Mei snapped back into reality. She blinked slowly and then let out a little giggle “Hah… Salina, like Saline—salt. That couldn’t have worked out better given the nature of your expertise” She said lightly amused by the very fitting name, not aware if it seemed like she was making fun of her “Don’t apologize for rambling. I believe we all relate to that… I am sorry, I-“ She forced herself to look up at the beautiful girl- Salt “I usually listen more attentively. I’m a bit- I’m having trouble focusing right now” She admitted, feeling very conscious of the fact that she probably spent the whole time Salt was speaking looking like a stunned mullet.

She picked up key points and categorized them to reply with her own comparison. Birds were- well- nearly the complete opposite “You wont see many dead birds… on the contrary-“She offered “Even though there are millions of them- all very much alive, flying around everywhere. Luckily for us, they don’t tend to just—drop from the sky. If a bird is unwell, or dying from natural causes it is quite vulnerable. It usually will retreat to a quite space and will rarely fly at all. But birds are often such a vital part of the food chain that- they will rarely reach old age.” She paused “Moreover- Birds decompose very quickly. They need to be as light as possible in order to fly so their bones are hollow, and they carry little fat. They also have air sacs distributed throughout their bones. They are fragile and take 2-3 days to decompose as a result.”

She looked up at salt “Even if they die and enter the water, they do not sink and get covered with... the uh” God this was not like her. She was struggling “The waxy substance” She recalled after a gap that was far too long. “Because of this Fossil records of birds are very poor compared to other groups of vertebrates” she said. She felt tired after all that. Although the facts came to her naturally, it felt an effort to sort her information in her mind today.

Her eyes found Oliver again “Oliver. I will finish this task now. I need… I need to talk to you further on our previous topic later on…” With that she settled down at the table again “Please…. Excuse me if I don’t talk too much” She added as she reminded herself of the step she was up to and began cleaning the device again.

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“Previous… previous t-topic.” Oliver echoed the fragment of Mei’s sentence, afterward seeming to repeat it mutely on his lips several more times. Then he stopped, nodded slowly, and froze back up once again.
Oliver didn’t always know what people meant. This time, though, he immediately understood which previous topic Mei didn’t feel safe revisiting in front of the new girl, who sat with them and shared their pain as their enthusiastic rambles about animals started to unravel into awkward stammering and long pauses.

Later, when they were good and truly alone, they would talk more about Aaron Chua, the criminal underbelly of Las Vegas, and the distribution of smuggled narcotics.
But for now, he just looked at Mei in worried silence, wondering if there was any chance the two of them could look out for each other. He didn't want her to be doing this alone... and truthfully, he didn't want to be doing this alone. No one ever talked about the fear.

Since Mei quickly re-immersed herself in repairing the audio recorder and Oliver recognized that she was overwhelmed and wished to be excused from the conversation, his dark brown eyes drifted cautiously over to the vanilla-scented platinum blonde. She was named Salina, though she then confessed that most people called her ‘Salt.’
“I’m sorry,” the turtle expert had whispered as she said it, looking askance and anxiously wringing his hands.
Oliver, who himself had a few mocking or pejorative nicknames given to him in the past by school bullies and online trolls, mistakenly assumed that Salt was a similar situation, and not something she actually wanted them to call her.
He didn’t realize that after apologizing, it now sort of looked as though he were insulting her nickname.

“S-sometimes… sometimes people call me a robot,” He hoped that sharing one of his own insulting nicknames might make Salina feel a bit less judged; he knew all too well how that felt. “I’m not. I promise. I can do a Turing Test if you want.” He smiled, in spite of himself and the awkward confession, lopsided and gap-toothed and unmistakably genuine.
“And… Salina, you’re– you’re kind of cool. Just wanted you to know that.”

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Daisy let her brother lead the way into the dim and crowded club, the bass from the booming house music reverberating her insides. She hung back a couple paces with Josephine, turning to steal a peek at her best friend, who looked like she was about to puke at any second.

“You okay?” Daisy mouthed the words with a look of concern etched across her face, giving her a gentle pat on the back, though she was fairly certain it was nerves and not morning sickness that was plaguing Jo right now. Her best friend had been very quiet on the drive over, obviously in her head and fretting over the news she had to deliver to Nick. And Nick, on the other hand, had barely noticed anything was amiss, too busy chattering excitedly about all the celebrities and industry people who were supposed to be at this thing.

As a Vegas resident for the past few years, this wasn’t news to her; lots of celebs loved to enjoy some debauchery at the clubs around here, and this one just happened to throw the best Halloween party. Nick was always the one consumed with fame and celebrity; to Daisy, it was all bullshit.

Daisy slipped her hand into Josephine's to give it a comforting squeeze while glancing around the party atmosphere at Luxe. It was raging, tons of people in costume dancing, grinding on each other, throwing back shots. Large groups gathered around the VIP tables, rowdily consuming their $500 bottles of bubbly.

A lean column of white soon caught her attention; a raven-haired man in a white suit, but his face is what reeled her in. She knew him from around Stardust, some washed-up old ex-boy band member having a go at a solo career. He clearly wasn't selling out arenas, but a standing gig at a Vegas casino was nothing to sneeze at.

In truth, Daisy didn't know much about his music. But as a chambermaid at the hotel, she enjoyed snooping through his things while cleaning his room from time to time. Unfortunately, with his longterm residency at the hotel, he wasn't really the ideal candidate to steal from though, so she rarely bothered to even try and get on his room rotation these days.

Still, seeing him there, she felt compelled to run a little game this evening. Besides, Nick and Jo could use a little alone time to talk. Perhaps she could try to lift his wallet? Just for the thrill of it, and the prize of forever owning a pop star's wallet. She was 100% sure there was no way he'd recognize her from the hotel in this getup. And luckily for her, people like him never noticed the help scurrying around cleaning up after them at the hotel.

“Guys, I’ll be back,” Daisy spoke up, raising her voice to be heard over the music this time. “I'm gonna go mingle,” She added with a mischievous smirk at the couple. Before taking her leave, she paused to adjust her cleavage within the small scrap if lace that was her top, to the sound of Nick jokingly retching at the sight.

“Everything's gonna be fine,” She leaned in to whisper at Josephine, who still looked just as nervous and fidgety. Daisy then dissappeared into the crowd, exaggerating a bit more of a sway in her hips than her normal, everyday walk as she sauntered her combat boots right up to the man in the white suit.

“Oh my God, it is you!” Daisy squealed in her best groupie fangirl voice, punctuating the words with a little gasp for effect. “I'm sorry, I'm a huge fan,” She gushed, conjuring up that innate skill in acting she had hidden away deep within her.

“What are you doing here? All alone?” The brunette asked innocently, hazel eyes peeping from behind her cheap pleather mask to subtly flicker over his attractive form. The flash of skin, a peek of his bare chest displayed by a couple undone buttons on his crushed velvet shirt. That caught her eye, but she quickly pried her gaze away. She wasn't here to ogle the man, this was business.

“Wow, nice costume, Scarface,” Daisy teased, reaching out a hand to smooth down one of the lapels of his gangster suit jacket. “Looks like someone's being a bad boy tonight."

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Takushi Makashashi
Takushi entered the club and smiled, this was a time he could enjoy himself without having to entertain others and maybe have others entertain him. He boobed his head as he walked further inside the club, enjoying the beat of the electronic music, even if it was not usually his type of music. He separated from his bodyguard, aiming to enter the dance floor for a little bit before going for a drink. He moved to do more to his dance and moving his hips and hands. Though he trained dancing properly for his show so he actually looked good on the stage, however this was not how his dance now. It was the care free dance of someone who did not care how he looked, just moved as the beat allowed him. The suit he wore shaking with him which will likely make for a humorous side. He did not care, he just enjoyed himself.

However, he did not dance for long before someone approached him. A pretty brunette approaching him and began to squee like a big fan girl at an octave that even drowned out the music of the club. He studied her, a little bemused, but mostly to take the measure of her. He may act like it but he was no fool, he knew the danger of letting a fan approach him and the fact they might not be a true fan, just a gold digger or something looking to take advantage of him. His was well of aware of his has been status to be suspicious. That she was young to be among the leftover fan of his glory days was an indicator. However, that did mean he would reject her outright though, he did not mind being taken advantage of if the other side worked to charm him up to earn it.

"I always happy to meet a fan. " He said with his best charming grin as he offered his hand to her. "There have been few and far between recently, so..." He went to say in an attempt at self-deprecating humour before something about her rung a bell. "You seem familiar... Haven't I seen you somewhere before... You don't go to the hotel i perform it recently, have you?" He asked curiously before smirking. "Anyway, yeah, I do enjoy going out and have some fun some time. Get myself out of that hotel room sometime." He said, speaking more serious than he intended, before grinning. "Of course, someone needs to be the bad guys right? Some people can blame and point." He said with a grin.

"Do you want an autograph or can this bad boy, buy you drink?" He asked, pointing at the bar. "If you can trust me around you... You don't know how bad I can get."
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She watched his every move.

Trying to decide whether he was genuine or if was still planning on hurting her. Inside Scarlett was panicking, freaking out and trying to piece together the fragments of what she knew. Her mind drifted, attention turned as she lost herself in thoughts. She tried to convince herself that what this man, this stranger, was saying wasn't true. Her brother wasn't an actual criminal, her ex boyfriend wasn't some sort of gang leader. Not Salem. Not Alexei.

She felt slightly betrayed, of course, but at the same time Scarlett could see the reasoning behind it. Salem would have never wanted to drag her into it knowing full well that she not only would have been okay with it but that she would likely try to help him. Alexei, though, she wasn't sure why he would have told her. Unless it had been because of Salem. That would make the most sense. It was sweet in a fucked up kind of way even if it did frustrate her a bit that her own brother would keep something so big from her. It was to protect her. She could get behind that.

Scarlett had hardly heard what the man was saying, too lost in her own thoughts until she heard the familiar flick of a lighter. Her attention turned back to her captor, watching once again as he lit the joint between his lips. The telltale scent of marijuana filled her senses and Scarlett pulled her knees close to her chest, shaking her head. Normally it would be a yes, normally she was the first person to indulge, but faced with a kidnapping and the new knowledge that people that she loved... people that she trusted with her life... were not the people she thought they were.... It was too much. She certainly didn't feel safe enough or in the right mindset to be doing much of anything let alone drugs.

"I'd introduce myself but it would be kind of pointless." She spoke finally, swallowing thickly as she shifted in her spot. "How long have you been following me? And... and why me? Surely there had to be someone else that you considered grabbing, right? I mean... why not Alexei's precious girlfriend or... or... I dunno whoever Kaz's flavor of the week it? Why me? I didn't do anything wrong."

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A sweet smile spread on Salina's lips.

"Yeah. It is pretty coincidental." She offered softly, her gaze falling to her feet as she awkwardly shifted her books in her arms. "A-and it's alright. I kind of burst into your conversation so I honestly wouldn't expect you to listen too carefully to what I have to say." She offered another small smile toward the pair, unsure of what to do or say. Clearly they had been on another topic beforehand, something that had left them both a little on edge.

As Oliver apologized, Salina cocked her head slightly, eyebrows pinching together in mild confusion. "Oh... No you don't have to prove to me that you aren't a robot. I don't know of any robots that sit in libraries and discuss marine life... or..." She glanced back toward Mei, "Animal life... in general, I suppose." Salina cleared her throat, shifting on her feet, "Anyway... uhm... I don't mind being called Salt. It's... not offensive, actually. It's actually kind of silly and more of a nickname from behavior rather than because of what I do. Just a fun coincidence, really."

She was rambling again, nervous because she wasn't typically the type to butt into peoples conversations. Impulsive, but not typically like this. Not when it could be seen as rude and never with complete strangers. "I... uhm.. th-thank you. Thank you, you guys are pretty cool as well. I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation I.. uh... I'll go. I should go.. It was a pleasure meeting you." Salina dithered a bit, shifting almost uncomfortably, awkwardly, offering the duo a polite smile as she tried to find the best way to break free without seeming rude while simultaneously wanting to stick around in case they wanted to continue to talk.

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Working on Halloween was a bit of a bummer. It was one of Hugo's favorite holidays and he'd much rather be out having fun with his friends instead of stuck at a poker table inside the casino. Plus, The Stardust had a pretty strict uniform policy for their dealers, so he couldn't even dress up. He had to be in his rather formal vest and button down attire.

On the other hand, working any holiday tended to bring better tips. Some people felt more generous due to the holidays. They brought in larger crowds, so there were more people giving him money. Plus, people drank a lot more than usual on Halloween, which meant people both gambled and tipped more, since alcohol seemed to make them more confident they'd get lucky.

Besides, Hugo didn't dislike his job. It suited him. He was social and enjoyed meeting a bunch of people every time he worked, usually from all over the world. It was interesting. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, so he felt like he learned something new every day. Even on a holiday, when he'd rather be doing something else, he managed to have some fun.

He had just finished up a game and begun to clean and reset the now empty table when he saw a familiar blonde approaching him. Hugo perked up a bit and smiled. "Hey Amber!" He greeted warmly. "Happy halloween!"

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