okee ima be Peter youll learn about him in da rp.

Peter: *Is walking down a street, a bag over his shoulder*

Peter: *sees Misha* ...Hey! Are you ok!?

Peter: .. UM * Runs over and kinda stares* *whispers too quiet for anyone to hear* Im good at killing people not saving... *yells* HEY ANYONE! I NEED HELP!! SOMEONES HURT

Peter: *turns and sees Dracol* WHAT DO I DO!? O_O Do You HAVE A PhoNE??

Peter: Call the police.... I dont have a phone. **Opens up his bag and looks inside, careful to conceal the things inside of it*

(999??) Peter: *Takes out a medical kit.* Why do I have this in my bag...?

(OOOhh ok) Peter: Uhh... **Puts bandage wherever the wounds are, not knowing very much what to do* *thinks* Crap Ima be late for my job... I cant afford to lose another payment. We wont make it... just wait for the police then leave. cant take too long... right?

Peter:... huh?

Peter: O-oh ok... thanks.... *hed get up, leaving the supplies and run off* *hed head towards a building that is beaten down and old, most likely abandoned *

Peter: *Talks in a hushed voice over the phone* Dont worry I will get it done today. There was just a bit of a delay is all, meet me at the rushmore building at 9:00 pm ok? *hangs up and starts to get ready

Peter:(Ten min later) : *changes his bloody gloves and burns them then cleans up, leaving no trace of him being there, then leaves a tiny sticker on the body, its a smiley face* *gets away from the crime scene with his bag*

Peter: *Hed walk down the street, wearing his sweatshirt. Hed already met with his client and received the money* *gets home* "Hey Jamie..." Jamie(Peters brother): "hello. I see you got a job done? Lot more money in the bank. I can finally pay the bills."

Peter: "Yeah... almost lost the client..." *whispers* "I hate my job.... Someone was dying on the street this morning. their friend came over and told me they would stay with the dying one... I feel bad to have just left though, and I left to kill someone?"

Peter: Ima go shopping *leaves to the store*

Peter: *instead of going to the store he waits outside for a moment and looks around, trying to calm himself down *

Peter: *Takes a deep breath and sighs* *mutters* hrrr store i hate the store...

peter: *jumps* Oh! Hi there.

Peter: My name is Peter... What are you doing out so late? *Has a friendly tone

Peter: Oh.. The Silver Strikers? Ive heard of them. Are you a member ?

Peter: ....thats cool *gets a little worried *

Peter;..... OK... hmm.... *Thinks* I have a reason... but i wasnt really forced...or trying to defend myself..... i should get out of here... *hesitates* "I-i think i should go