Note to Self...(Open)

[squeaker11]

Ghost,

You shoulda seen what I got today! It was this necklace, you see, and it had a rock the size of our eyeball on it! I mean, this thing was massive! It would be in the pocket, but I sold it before I could get caught. You don't just get something that expensive and not expect someone to go looking for it.

So, what did you do last night? You never left a note for me, and I was curious. You've been doing that more and more often, and it's been worrying me. I have a right to know, seeing as how we share the same body. I don't want to get arrested for something you did. Do you kill people? No, that's not like you. Not the way I know you, anyway.

Don't forget this time,
Angel

Ghost scoffed as he read the note from his alter, Angel. He was so clueless. For good reason, of course. If he knew what Ghost did...It would probably be the end of them both. He almost felt pity for his host personality. Always left out of the most important of things. That's how Ghost kept such good control over him. He ran a hand through the tan fur on his head and sighed. It was for the better...That's what he always told himself.

Of course, how could murder, thievery, and lying be good? Ghost always asked himself that question, and never came up with an answer. He still did all those things, though each time it weighed a little more on his conscience. He wondered when he would eventually crack. Couldn't be too long. At least he always had Angel. Good 'ol silly, gullible, dependable Angel. Probably the only thing that kept him almost sane was his alter. He smiled at the irony of that thought as he walked down some cracked sidewalk in the middle of East Lucent. He was looking for someone. His next paycheck.

"I should probably start on that note for Angel. He seemed pretty adamant about that." Ghost muttered. Oh well, he had all night.

[mead]

A hulking shadow lurked in one of the many cramped alleyways located in East Lucent, completely hidden in the shadows cast by the buildings on either side of him. Salvatore stood motionless, hardly daring to stir lest he should cause any accidental loud noises. Black eyes roved from side to side, gathering information about the alley; but more importantly, what was lacking. He was supposed to meet someone tonight, who would possibly pass on a valuable piece of information the gang could use. He hadn't shown. Letting out a slight snort of annoyance, Sal turned his broad head to the dirty ground beneath him, trying not to speculate on what could have happened to his informant. It occured to him that perhaps he should find his way to a different, more well-lit part of the city before the people who had (probably) intercepted his source came looking for him. He wasn't in the mood for any fights that night.

The gigantic hybrid let out long, flowing puff of his breath, watching as it floated away, opaque--and visible. "Such strange weather..." he thought, pulling his coat tighter around his considerable girth and stepping out from his spot against the far wall. His broad, striped head turned one way, then another, considering the best path-that was-the one that would get him out of there the fastest without being seen, heard, and most importantly, followed. Perhaps if he just blended in with the usual crowd around here, the actual usual crowd would pay him no mind. That was when his one good ear perked up, the right one a little slow on the uptake, turning slowly, almost painfully towards the sound of footsteps in the street. The short wiskers on the tip of his muzzle curved forward, his jaw opened slightly to catch the scent of whoever approached.

It was unfamiliar, pungent. Whoever it was, was a mammal, and judging by the sound of the footsteps, somewhat light. Lighter than Salvatore, but that wasn't hard to do on any day. Watching from the shadows as the figure passed, Salvatore decided he would follow-at a distance-if he could gain anything tonight, he would do it. Perhaps it was his informer? Maybe even someone he could catch in the act of a crime. "Not a total loss." He concluded, scanning the alley and the street on the opposite side one more time.

No one.

Silently, being careful to creep forward on his pads, the lurking behemoth waited until the footsteps had faded away before stepping out into the dark street and following the scent trail, occasionally crouching down on four paws to get a better sense of where the stranger was headed. It truly was a pity he didn't have some feline in him, it would have made his job so much easier.