Thread: Bjorn's Wanderings 7-21-2010 (Attn: Any, Gio, KENDOV)

Constantino pulls the Ferrari GTB Fiorano out of his gated estate, knowing he needed to head to the Moonlit Garden before its owner closed up for the night. Checking the traffic to the left and right before he pulled into traffic, he noticed a man wretching up the contents of his bowls just outside the stone walls of his mansion. The Giovanni waited and watched to see what happened next, the Rat crawling up to scavenge its harvest. As the sick man reached out and began devouring the Rat right there in public, Constantino quickly turned off the car and jumped out.

He took a couple of moments to look around and make sure there were no innocent bystanders as the man drained the Rat of its blood. Curiously, he watched as the man attempted to eat the body of the rat at the same time. Approaching cautiously, the six foot, bald, Italian man offered up some words to the man doubled over outside of his estate.

"Excuse me? Are you alright?"

The voice of the man came to a shaky ear. A pair of darkened blue hues setting upon the man before a look of confusion took to him. He wanted to screech, roar, or do something to ward the man to a distance, but his mind was too lost in the events to conjure anything of the sort.

Instead, he rose to his feet, those eyes looking upon the man with confused gleam as parted lips reveal the concealed fangs now returning to normality. A few gulps of startled air came from him as he cleared his throat of the last of the rat carcass in a short, hurl that resulted in a spitting motion, falling a few bone to the grass. "I... I don't know." he admitted, obviously dazed as his actions came back to him.

When the movie in his mind had reached it's conclusion, he fell back to the grass with a hard limp of his form. "Where... am I? ... What am I?"

The man's latest question made the Giovanni man look around again to look out for other innocent bystanders. He turned his focus back to the man who had finally finished vomiting. "You are in the middle of Lamar, Missouri. And you should probably get off of the streets. You can come with me if you like and I'll explain a little more to you."

Constantino looks down at the ground and the mess that was made and then back up to the man. "Just make sure you are finished with your sickness before you come near my car."

Another grim look peered at the mess in the lawn, waiting for his stomach to settle itself before turning toward the drive. A pause, realizing he didn't know which way the car was. Another passing of thought made mention of Kendov, the meeting he had witnessed. Not much of that stuck in his mind under the influence of his mental state. A look to the man with a nod and tilt of his head. "Car?" he inquired, with a furl of his brow foreshadowing the roam of his gaze to locate a black sedan.

Bjorn's figure still shook a bit from the aftermath of his near-rage experience. His mouth covered in warm fluid and crimson taint painted upon his chin with thin streaks of blood trailing down his throat. "I am finished..." he offered the man. "You drive a black sedan?"

Constantino smirks slightly, "Not exactly a sedan, but yes that black vehicle there is mine." Constantino turns and points. He pulls a crimson colored Handkerchief from his suit coat. Holding it out in front of him he offers it to the man. "You need to wipe that stuff off of your face before we go anywhere."

Bjorn looked to the cloth with a questionable glance, as though distant memory was taking itself upon him gradually. He took the cloth, padding his throat and chin before wiping it clean and folding the cloth to return it. No manners however, not that he didn't wish to be rude, but he simply hasn't remembered that such were needed.

Another glance to the man's attire made him look like some sort of... lawyer. Following the gesture however, his eyes set to the vehicle and jaunt steps began his journey closer. His mind was a scramble more than most. This would become ever more apparent in the coming encounter. "Where is it you are suggesting I go? Perhaps a hospital? Is that what you have in mind?"

Constantino takes back the cloth and tucks it away into his coat. He opens the passenger side door of the Ferrari stepping aside so the strange man can get in. "I don't know where to tell you to go, we have to determine more about you before I can point you in the right direction. We just can't talk about it anywhere in public."

An air of worry meets the Giovanni, but Bjorn still manages to tuck himself into the vehicle. This man was offering answers.. a thing he needed greatly. Bjorn laid back into the seat, keeping his limbs from being caught should the door be shut for him as well.

He waited for the anticipation of the man rounding the car, readying to look around for devices or weapons he felt he may need. Only when the man was inside the car and the door shut would he begin speaking once more. "Are you part of this "masquerade" I hear about?" he asked, already assuming his answer.