*It's 3 am, the Fullmoon Madness gave way to some other odd DJ morning show. Lenor had her gun packed away in her shoulder holster and an extra clip in her small purse, With Amanda riding on the back of her crotch rocket, she pulls them into the infamous Tent City, she parks the bike in a somewhat fenced off area and sits there, slipping out her helmet, a large grin on her face, she's always loved the feeling of Amanda's hands around her waist* Well, here we are. Good 'ol Tent City, where do you want to start?

 This is a pretty bad part of the city filled with the homeless and destitute of Sanfield. You seem to stand out immediately, everyone looking at your nice clothes, mode of transportation, and the fact you are alone. You seem to them to be either insane or dangerous, both options keeping the regulars from wanting to be very friendly.

After about fifteen minutes a tall man with greasy hair seems to take an interest in you, walking over like he seemingly knows you.

"Hey sweetie, ya lookin ta score?" in a quiet tone.

Amanda looks around. She's glad Lenor has a gun, she's too young to own one. Instead, she has two machettes strapped to her back and hidden under her leather jacket. She made the holster from duct tape and straps from an old life preserver. She just used the duct tape to marry the machette holsters to the nylon straps. It clings to her chest, held there by two large clip buckles. The handles can be seen poking out from under her leather jacket.
Her jacket is form fitting and mostly black, except for the white, skeletal chest overlay. Like she's wearing an x-ray. The rest of her outfit is fairly typical, comfortable, but functional. Her buttoned covered visor is turned to the bill faces backwards. She sneers seeing the greasy drug dealer approach.
"Nah, but have you seen a big black wolf with a rat tail around here?"

 "What, oh that old speal eh? Well, it is three o'clock in the morning, you come riding into a homeless shanty town, and your dressed in the nicest clothes in the next twenty city blocks. Yeah, I figured you fer rat catchers right off the bat. How bout you both head on home before you go missing doing something stupid and get us cops all over the place for a week. Go ghost hunting elsewhere, we got more than enough crazy here already," as he laughs and starts walking back over to the barrel fire.

She looks down at her holey jeans. Her jacket is nice enough, but even it is starting to show some wear. She knew she was coming to this shanty town...but what he says makes sense. But hell if she is going to listen to some ratty-ass drug dealer. She just rolls her eyes. She reaches into her pocket, she had be saving this cash for just such an ocassion.
"I'll pay for information," she states just loud enough to be heard.

 "About the rats?" he says turning. "Sure I'll tell ya whatever ya really want to know," as he starts walking back over.

"Yeah, and about any other anomonlies that you or your friends have seen around here," she flashes a twenty infront of him. She'll start low, if he asks for more, she might haggle. She flickers her gaze to Lenor.

 Taking the twenty and pocketing it, "Well, its happened a few times now, gowin back... I'd say a couple weeks at least. First few times it was just a bite here, and maybe a mangled up limb. Now though, they seems ta be gettin worse, seems a few people done died. Da few whats did survive came down wit dat hydrofobia, least thats what I herd. Few said they seen stuff, mostly told like you was tellin, rats but they was big like a wolf. It wez like they could see in the black, like they was reel smart like. I heard bout that goat sucker in texas, and I started wonderin. Really bout the only real folk you could find dat seen it is dis fella we call the wizard, he seen it reel good, then packed up his shit and moved on, I here he been stayin under the docks lately. Guess ya might be findin him there. As far as anything else thats all that crazy, hmmm. Well, der was this one fella, he come rollin inta town a few months back, I seen him at dis bar. Reel seedy sorta place, run by some mobsters. He comes rollin in and the bartender tells him ta talk wit da boss guy. I saw him though, reel clear like and sometin moved under his skin, not muscle mind ya, sometin big. It was real wierd, and he seen me so I been avoiding da slums proper on account of it. That man is evil, no doubtin, he'll keel ya, sure as he'd stare at ya. Hell, week later da boss dat run de place went crazy, folks say hes at a nuthouse now. I seen his eyes and that man is from hell, I can tell you that, no doubt. A far as animalies, I ain't never heard of her round here, is she new? I heard of Amy, hell even Annie but I figure you don't want no two bit crack whore do you?"

Perhaps we do *She grins darkly to the man, her lips a nice shade blood red, blue painted eyes look him up and down, in her hands is a pen and pad of paper, she had been taking down things of interest that he says, leaning against her bike, with a sigh and a grin she offers a fifty to the man, the bill folded, in it is her card, nothing special, her first name, and a phone number* Please give us a call if you have anymore...interesting tidbits *Her smooth succulent voice slips past her lips* We would love to speak with you again.

Sean slept right through, there arrival but it seems he can smell a twenty from a mile away. He sits up looking over at the group, noticing amanda who he met at the burn he stands up.

He eyes them for another minute and puts his plain white t-shirt that says in black letters "Rock stars girlfriend" with an arrow pointing to his face.

He begins walking towards the group, seeing if shes not as straight edge as she said she was.

*She sees the movment and frowns, if or when the money is taken Lenor will reach into her jacket to grip the butt of her gun, with a raised brow she whispers* I think we have a peeping Tom.

 After taking the fifty he crammed in his pocket he sees her reaction to someones approach.

"Whoa there lady, you realize you are in the middle of five thousand people most families, what lost their jobs and are a squattin here? Never know when dere's a kid walkin through not used to a tent or gots up ta use da bathroom. Ya just gotta not be so jumpy, damn near scared me wif all yer nerves. I hate seein em keep a comin, but they gonna wit dis economy way it is. We might not be da hoiti toitiest a da world, but we prides ourselves fer watchin out fer each odder. Take it easy, iff'n anyone'd do anything they'd steal from ya and ya standin next to me, so don't worry lest I tells ya to. Thats why ya never gonna find dem dere rats or wolves, dey blend through us, and if we don't notice dem, da chances a outsiders spottin em are lower. They are quick and quiet, move through us witout tractin no notice and we'd be da ones ta spot em. Dat der's Sean, good kid and all, prolly just needs ta take a leak."

She peers into the darkness, but once Their informant mentions Sean, she smiles. She looks to Lenor.
"Its okay, I met him at the Burn the other night."
She looks back up at Sean, "What's up?"

*She smirks to the man and nods to Amanda, she relaxes and leans back again* Fine by me. *Her brows pull together in thought, she looks to the man* Blend through you? What do you mean by that?

 "I mean they like a needle in a haystak. Hell, one could be back behind that tent right der and you'd never know it till they jump'd ya. They could rightly be everdem place and we'd not know it. Der's dogs and cats a plenty roun here, what saeyz what i heerd was not a dog er a cat dat ran by? There has been folks mangled but dey coulda been a dog dat gone rabid or feral."

In the distance, one of the dozens of homeless slinks through the shadows, returning to the safe bosom of the clothen walls he calls home. As he enters his majestic pavilion, he speaks aloud, seemingly to himself.

"A grizzled and wizened man, weary from his mystical wanderings makes his way back to his mighty keep. The others thought him to have fled in fear, but the fools know not what unfathomable depths he has troweled, seeking to uncover the foul source of the beasts that plague them."

Within minutes, snoring can be heard...

She glances to the seemingly crazy man and smirks. Completely mad, they make perfect advisors. She glances to Lenor, then back to the man who seemingly just passed out.

That was rather poetic *She murmurs to Amanda, then looks to their "informant"* Who's that? *She nods towards Wyzard*

 "Why that theres da wyzard hiself, jus goin on wake im up, can't be to real hard. He likes a pretty girl so he won mind much."

*She smiles lightly and hooks a finger in one of Amanda's front belt loops, she drags the girl with her as she makes her way to the Wyzard, she clears her throat rather noisily, looking down at the man, twisting her lips a bit in thought*