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[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

No one bothers to look down alleyways about ninty nine percent of the time. Most people walk past too engrossed in the music they listen to or their smart phones. If anyone had been looking they might have seen the cracked asphalt split, then bubble and shift as it looked like lava was bubbling up suddenly. This was no volcano however, it was just Reginald stretching his legs as it were. With barely a glance back, the arch demon saw the opening close and he smirked at the smell of melted tar and brimstone. It didn't take him long to traverse the street after all he looked like everyone else and only the extremely sensitive would even notice they walked next to a hellspawn of any variety let alone the Master of the Second Level of hell.

As he made his way to one of his many domiciles that his daughter knew nothing about a hooker gave him that wink. Smiling he glanced at his Rolex then gave that negligible shrug that said so much. The girl approached him smelling of cheap perfume but she was clean for the moment. Reginald beckoned her to him and then they slipped off to a cheap motel where he knew the owner was a demon who didn't ask questions. She started mentioning price and she didn't even think to ask whether he was clean before he grabbed her. His form seemed to disappear and he shook his head. Glancing at the mirror he smirked. The soul that was trapped with him screamed in anguish but she had left herself open to him by plying her trade. With a slow smirk he searched her memories. She was due to meet her pimp in 45 minutes. Reginald smiled and started out the door, his hips swaying in the way guaranteed to get him all the right kind of attention. It wouldn't take him long to body hop his way into his old stomping grounds. He just had to be careful his daughter didn't see him.

By the time 3 hours had passed he not only had acquired quite a few facts, but a small fortune from all of his victims. It would be good seed money for him to work on re-establishing himself in the economy. With this in mind he approached his daughter's plastic surgeon in the guise of being the older woman he was having an affair with and soon the man was too scared to deny him the minor alteration to his features he needed to go about unnoticed. It was painful to be sure. Such things would normally take forever to heal but Reginald was resourceful and after a few days he looked like he had always resembled his slightly altered form. It wouldn't last but it would long enough for him to get what he needed for this excursion.

Information, specifically what was going on in the world and what could he get away with. He was tempted to see how long it took others to realize his presence as he traveled the streets and alleyways looking for information.

[jayla Katharina Pearson]

Jayla had learned a lot in the years she had dealt with love and being a banshee. But she also learned how to listen, how to watch. It was that that made her on edge and look in every alleyway, half expecting to be attacked, or to watch an attack happen. It was that weird ominous feeling that she was strangely getting used to, but still didn’t sit all that well with her. It was as if something was going to happen, that was going to cause a whole lot of trouble for LA, or those who knew about what supernatural could happen anyway. And those who didn’t just didn’t really have a good day, probably.

When she saw a guy in the alleyway, she stopped walking and looked at him, with the weird feeling she knew him, even though she probably never saw him. He was probably a demon, or at least evil, which probably meant her feeling was right. So, with that in mind, she walked closer and looked at him. ”I don’t think I should assume that you’re here for any other reason than to cause trouble.” She said, as she walked closer, with a cautious look in her eyes.

[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

Turning and looking at Jayla, Reginald smiled and bowed courteously, "Some trouble is good to get into." he said as he eyed the half demon cautiously and approached her slowly, holding his hands up gently to show he meant no harm, "I am just trying to get my bearings. It has been a while since I was last here. I have no desire to harm you, lovely lady." he said with a gentle smile to her. She was a half demon so he didn't know whether or not she was more evil than good.

He thought quickly, it had only been ten years and if he admitted to being Reginald Sinclaire she might react badly. He had left under bad circumstances ten years ago. "My name is Edmund." he said smoothly without even the hint of a lie, "Edmund McDoughlas. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss." he put his hands in his suit pocket. He was looking rather dapper in the latest creation as he glanced at his rollex and stretched lightly. The suit making his trim form look its best.

He'd have to work his way up the ladder to see his daughter again although honestly, he'd be happy to have her remember the truth of who he was finally. It was time for her to admit he had been there for her, a bit not in the way he had hoped but he was there from the beginning until circumstances had prevented him from claiming what was rightfully his. And since the powers that be had had a sick sense of humor he had been forced to raise her as his daughter. He'd point that flaw out as well after all she was doomed to love those who would never be able to be to love her back.

[jayla Katharina Pearson]

”Says who?” Jayla asked, as she looked at the man in front of her and sighed softly as she saw him holding up his hands, as in saying he meant no harm, which was pretty hard to believe. ”Most people in finding their bearings, they do not cause any trouble. Seeing that it’s the trouble-makers you will have to look out for, with everything LA has been through I’d say that is a fair warning.”

When he introduced himself as Edmund, she nodded slightly, not seeing any hint of a lie there. ”Jayla Pearson, likewise.” She greeted as she looked at him still a bit suspiciously. She saw him stretching and couldn’t help but look at how well he was trimmed. This guy was probably one of those demons that could seduce you in an instant, she wouldn’t look very surprised if that was true. ”But seriously, what are you doing in an alley like this?”

[Reginald Edmund Sinclaire]

He sighed a moment, just what he needed, a goody two shoes. Of all the luck. He missed April. "Now then, you never know the fun you could have had if you don't cut loose once in a while." he said with a slow smile for her. His blue grey eyes friendly for all of that.

"I think I am pretty able to handle myself when I need to. What sorts of things are happening in the city? I've not been here in a while. I think it might be good to have a native advise me a bit." he put his hands back in his pockets and waited politely for her answer. This sort of questioning always took forever but it could yield such fantastic results.

"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Pearson." He bowed and didn't take her hand as she seemed a bit leary of him, "I find traveling the back alleys to be quicker than just going the normal routes. It always lets me know where the exits are. A handy thing to know when you're new in town. Not everyone here is as friendly as yourself, as you said."

He studied her, but not lecherously so, he wanted to remember her face so that he could keep up the pretense of being Edmund Doughlas. It always helped to remember the stories you told and to whom. He was very good at that. As soon as he got fully settled he'd go grab some money from his swiss bank accounts and see what the world held in store.