Thread: Into the Fire... ((Attn Toreador))

*ST break in*

As Cocteau stands there, in front of his beautiful new studio, he see's the bullet holes, the char marks, and the blood stains in old brick and cement that mar the perfection of his endeavor.

Kneeling down and surveying with Arikels sight, he sighs and wipes his brow. Entering the storefront, he continues to view the destruction.

The scorching is clearly from the cocktail, but as he views the whole scene, he traces each bullet from the spray...

Amanda answers her phone long enough to hear Cocteau and then hangs it up looking at Ash. "Well Cocteau is at his studio. Shall we join him?" Amanda walked over to the door of Idle Hands and grabs her coat from a hook and turns to look at her brother.

"Out the back and down the alley. We don't need someone stopping us to ask about your place or giving away my studio as one of ours." Ash goes up front making sure the doors are locked. Ash then helps Amanda into her coat and then grabs his own black leather motorcycle jacket and puts it on. Finally he leads her out into the alleyway.

Amanda graciously takes her brother arm and allows him to lead her to Cocteau. She spoke little, clearly in deep thought.

When they arrive at Cocteau's studio she quickly finds him and offers a quick hand to him. "Nice to see you are doing well, sir. How are things?" Amanda swallowed hard.

He turns, hearing the familiar voices, and steps across the charred threashold. There is a fire in his eyes, not yet seen by the young Roses and the gritting of teeth is enough to relay his current disposition. Taking a moment, he collects himself and lighs another cigarette.

Taking a deep breath he exhales slowly. "Good evening...or, not quite so..."

*Cocteau's phone rings. It is Logan FiveSands' number*

Looking down at the phone he holds up a finger to Ash and Amanda...

"Oui..." He shakes his head for a moment, "Hello..." he takes another long drag from the cigarette...