Private RP
I decided to start from right after the mission that went haywire. We can touch it in the tags retroactively. Also assumed that they got separated from Omi and Ken, and assumed that they'd have some sort of safehouses. I hope this is okay!
I dont want to hear dead words from you
Actions speak louder than words do
In the concrete heaven of nameless Tokyo Suburb it hardly mattered what name had been arranged with plastic letters to a door, one among hundreds just alike. Cracked paint, coming out in flakes, labeled with signatures of violence, a dent here and there, few burnt marks black and crispy, yellow at the edges to mark the violator as one that bore cancer as well. Third floor, right between a drug den and a community of three bluebloods of the streets, vicious queens every last one, selling momentary relief between their legs with few hundred yens.
This door read 'Yamamoto', yet none with the name lived there. In fact, no one rarely did. It was one of the few safehouses Weiss had scattered around the city.
No one here would care if they'd bleed on the floors as they came. Or if they'd come cops on their tail. They just slammed their doors closed and hoped it had nothing to do with them. No one would raise any questions, and no one could see them as they entered in the cover of a dark hallway.
Smaller of the two, wearing leather and heavy boots, carrying a katana in his left hand, right one clutching a shoulder as he leaned against the wall beside Yamamoto door. Keys were in his pocket, and reaching for them felt like a task he probably should not have done. However, the howling of police cars in the distant made him release his grip over his shoulder quick enough to dive under the hem of his coat, fishing out that chain that was linked to his ring of keys. Aya could feel blood welling in the open wound again, streaming down to his back and gluing his shirt to his skin.
He felt dizzy. He fumbled few times with the lock but eventually managed to insert a proper key and push open the door.
"Kudoh," he grunted at the taller man, "Inside. Cover the windows."