send them running for their lives
Who: Haseo (Ryou Misaki)
What: Chased by mysterious men, a lone shooter runs on the wrong side of the law, looking for vengeance.
Where: The alleyways of the city.
When: Late at night, at least enough to be dark.
Style: However you want.
Shots ring out at in an obscure alleyway around some of the main locales. It's dark, probably eight at night and there's a sound of some grunts, a yell of pain, and a man's voice hissing out a few choice cuss words. A shadow moves past you, cold and irritated, "Dammit..that wasn't him." The glint of metal shines in the figure's hand: a gun.
He seems to be getting chased by men on rooftops, as he dives into another alleyway, panting as he vanishes into a darker one.
"Think I lost'em. " Ryou Misaki leans against the wall, white button-down collar popped up and crusted with blood, dark auburn hair sticking to his neck from the wound between his shoulder and neck. A bullet wound. HIs breathing is harsh and sharp, and his narrowed, crimson eyes lift up like a cornered animal, cold and predatory.
He thought he'd found Tri-Edge tonight. That famed hitman who for some reason killed her--..killed Shino. But it was a joke. He had no choice but to kill those who had been pursuing him, and once again he has no leads. No leads at all. He checks his gun for ammo and slides a little further down the wall, quiet as a mouse.
Ryou can't afford to find a place to crash yet. They're still out there looking for him. "Gonna miss class..tomorrow..probably.." His voice is dry, gritted out from the pain. And his vision is blurring..
"Oh damn it all.."