Comfort Zones

[Draco Dominicus]

Draco was hardly out side of his comfort Zone. The dark parts of Bleak street were always the places that Draco would orientate himself, no matter what. As long as he was here he knew that he had the upper hand against anything or any one that posed to annoy him. When it came to getting on the wrong side of Draco, it wasn't often that you'd leave without a duel and depending on who you were that was either a good thing - or a bad. Sighing as he had his feet resting on a box, whilst lounging on an old, ripped sofa chair, Draco took a swig of his Firewhiskey which was sitting in a rather large bottle. This wasn't the first time Draco turned up like this; he had clearly had a late night, partying way too much.

Placing the Firewhiskey onto the side of the chair, Draco got up slowly and cocked his head into the air, peering around at what was going on around him, and what part of Bleak street he was actually in. Struggling to get up, Draco looked around and then turned his head to his shoulder where he found a small rat porched. Slapping it's side with his hand, he sent the rat air-bourne and slamming into a wall.
"Stupid little critters..." he snarled as he looked at his shoulder in disgust. He wasn't going to keep his jacket on after a rodent like that had been on it. Removing his jacket and throwing it onto the sofa that he had spent the night on, Draco began on his way through the alley's but none the less he felt another presence around - another being that wasn't much different from himself...

 

[Edward Havishmen]

Edward walked silently through Bleak Street with a smirk upon his handsome features. He had just made a rather large payment to the judge who would decide which parent would get the children from his previous marriage. It was a done deal, his son and daughter were his, and his beloved ex wife would have no visiting rights. How Edward enjoyed destroying her life, he was slowly taking everything away from her. Edward stopped dead in his tracts when he heard someone say something and the squealing of a rodent. Staying hidden in the shadows his dark eyes scanned the ally for the source of the noise.

 

[Draco Dominicus]

Peering around corner's cautiously, Draco smirked. He knew that despite not being able to see any one around, there most certainly was some one here. The mist in the alley was basically stalking around as if it were a spirit in itself, and having experienced the 'spirits' feel long enough, you knew when something that wasn't so much as cold came into the vicinity. At times the way that Draco's mind confused people, especially because he often used metaphors to explain things. Taking his feet to stride in front of him, Draco kept his head held high and made sure that his features seemed some what cocky and up-tight.

'Click Clack' went his shoes as he moved and more and more he felt the being that was in the area grow closer, and closer. It wasn't long before he came through a large quantity of mist, more then there had been prior to getting to this spot that Draco spotted a man. He was a rather dodgy looking man in several ways but that was hardly the thing that brought Draco's attention toward the man - it was the fact that he appeared to be looking for some one.
"Lost?" Draco said as he strode forward, toward Edward. The voice that he spoke in was one of sarcasm - he hardly cared for the lost, but when it came to finding the lost... that was something else - often they could prove fun.

Coming to a halt in front of the man Draco through his hand out quickly, as if to shake the mans, "Draco Dominicus, The Count of Bleak Street." smirked Draco as he introduced himself, along with the Nickname he had come to occupy. The man before him wasn't the normal Wizard you'd see in these part - he appeared rich. The rich knew not to venture into Bleak street, along with the youngens as Draco liked to call them, though other would refer to them as Children.