Cycle back again... (RP Sampler)

Jojo closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into the open air bath's waters with a relaxing pleasentry. It was one of the few japanese influenced places here in England and it only amplified her ability to relax and forget the day's stress. Truly there was too much of that to go around that it made her only hate the life she led to a further extent of what was known. It was perhaps too much totality or control that led her down this rabbit hole but then again she did choose to go through all this at that time. Another sigh escaping her lips, the warm to hot waters stinging along her body, penetrating the tightened up muscles as she remembered just what occurred throughout that day in its infinite manner of efforts.

The training of her sword skills vs guns that said ghouls would occasionally utilize. The damned vampire regents that she herself had little use against unless she was in complete heat of the moment combat. However, her training throughout the day always showed just how much work she had to do, that much more effort to maintain and the utility of which her very efforts saw better days than what she was showing. Only so much effort could be given before the collapse occurred, so with that she knew she'd collapsed perhaps eighteen times before her body rejected everything and just laid in effortless disassembled unease, and so that is how she recalled getting here. Now who else was there, anyone she was familiar with didn't pop in mind at the moment.

Lenka was on a mission. A very secretive mission. Very secret. Very special. His mission was to drop from the (figurative) sky like four hundred pounds of metal, surprising his target. In reality, it was to execute the head of an opponent drug cartel. That mission was so fifteen minutes ago. At present, he was in his black battledress attire, a bit of blood on his left shoulder. That certainly wasn't his.

Now. As for what he was actually doing. He was sitting against a wall, out of view, on one of the streets of England, slightly unsure of what to do next. Sighing, he decided he might as well clean the bit of blood off of his attire before returning to the more populated centers of England, as such, he glanced around. Noticing several things. One, being a retirement home. Stay away from that. The second, a dark alley. Probably would accumulate more blood. Third, an abandoned apartment complex, and fourth, a sort of bathing building. One of those places that had high walls in the back and bathing areas, with the water. No, not blood, so the opposite of his previous employer's baths.

They probably had something in the way of laundry, so shrugging, he proceeded towards the door of the building.