An unassuming if a little battered house on the edge of  the bad part of town.

Clarissa was currently upstairs screaminga t a man bleeding into a large bucket. "C'mon you have more, it doesn't take you anything to make it I...I NEED ITQ"

The man turned moving  gracefully towards her. "You don't have any more money and no one else to front you. " He held up to his arm  where his blood was dripping ont he floor. "This doesn't cost me anything? I BLEED so you can get your kicks." He brushed a hand against her face. "Unless theres something else, you can offer?"

Her eyes were drawn to where his blood dripped on the floor. "I can get more, really, I just, I jsut need more time, Please just a little bit, I'll do anything."

This was the part where Ozzy came in. He skated up to the building, hiding his armor under his clothes so that he looked just like an ordinary teenager. He walked up to the entrance, knocking furtively on the door, looking every bit like some stupid teen who'd heard that there was a party going on, and he wanted in. He didn't want to tip them off just yet, otherwise Clarissa might get hurt in the chaos. No, stealth was the key now.

PSychadelic looked up and cursed when the door was knocked upon. "I can't answer it, be a good girla nd answer the door and we'll see about getting you some later."

CLarrissa nodded quickly almost running to the door. "Hello? Can I help you?"

Ozzy almost looked shocked! There she was, opening the door. He could've grabbed her and run... but that wouldn't solve anything. No, he wanted whoever it was making this shit to go down. Otherwise she'd be likely to just come running back as soon as she slipped her leash again, not to mention all the other faded kids they'd seen in the scry. No, he had to get inside.

"Uh.. er, yeah. I heard that, uh, there was some good... stuff? Being sold here? I wanted in. I've got money."

Just a minute." SHe replied as she shut the door and hurried back inside MOments later a grungy looking guy in a hoodie and jeas opened the door there was a bandge on his left arm. "What can I do for you?"

Ozzy nodded, "Yeah, I heard that, uh, someone was selling some good stuff here, and I, uh, wanted to get some. I've got money." he said, pulling out his wallet and pulling out a couple of twenties... and there seemed to be more where that came from.

The Man's eyes lit up when Ozzy pulled out his wallet but waved a hand fo rhim to put it away. "No need for that yet I'm sure I can giv eyou a sampling before you decide you'd like to make a purchase. COme on in, Are you looking just for your self or friends as well?"

"Awesome. It's just me, man. My friends don't know I'm here, they're not into this kind of thing. But screw them, what do they know, yeah?"

As Ozzy entered the house, he asked, "So you're the guy that runs the show here I guess, huh?"

"Yeah thats me." He replied as he led him inside to the kitche where a large bucket and some syringes were. Taking a syringe he puts it in the bucket of what seemed to be blood. He fills the syringe halfway. "I hear ya man gotta go with what feels good." HE held out the syringe to Ozzy. "Here ya go fresh off the rack. And believe me this'll feel REAL good."

"Wait, is this that 'Blood' stuff that everyone's been talking about? Is it literally blood? That's just crazy. Well, either way..." said Ozzy, feigning reaching out for the needle before firing a pair of paint capture-balls, one at Clarissa and one at Psychadelic. While Clarissa's was fairly gentle, to make sure she didn't get hurt, Psychadelic wasn't so lucky.

"Either way, I'm with Masks, Inc, here to take Clarissa here back to her parents. You, however, I'm sure the police would be *very* interested in."

The first paint ball captured Clarrissa but that was enough time to give PSychadelic warning he leaned back supported by his knees like Neo in the matrix before drawing a pistol and standing up.  "HOpe your bullet proof" He said as he fired at Ozzy.

The two bullets slammed into Ozzy, leaving holes in his clothes, but not piercing the armor underneath. At that point, the armor swirled out, leaving him as Painter once more as he chuckled.

"Close enough. Give up or I'll kick your ass into next week," he said, before sending more paint-balls Psychadelic's  way, this time spreading them out so that he'd have a hard time dodging them. Even if he *could* move like Neo, his body still took up a certain amount of space at a time.

Psychadelic dived to the side flippping te kitchen table over spilling both the bucket and the siyringes onto the floor but th etable managed to catch the paintballs popping up he fired again.

The bullets were mostly deflected or stopped by Painter's armor, but a lucky shot managed to pierce it in one of the thinner spots, dealing Painter a nasty wound in his right arm.

"Argh! Sonuvabitch, that hurts! That's it, you're going down, 'Neo'!" cursed Painter, as his armor re-formed to make a temporary bandage over the wound. He brought up a force-shield and put himself between Clarissa and Psychadelic, making sure that he couldn't pull any dirty tricks. He then switched tactics. Rather than firing paint-balls, a tendril of paint extended itself from his armor and shot out at Psychadelic, attempting to grab him and wrap him up. Psychadelic was fast, to be sure, but the tendril reacted to Painter's mind. Could Psychadelic move at the speed of thought?

The hyper agile drug dealer tried to move out of the way but the tendril caught him wrapping him up. HE cursed loudly as he fell to the floor.

The tendril bound Psychadelic tight, probably tighter than was necessary. Painter wanted to make sure he didn't get away, not to mention that he was pretty ticked off at the moment. Painter, keeping an eye on Psychadelic, pulled his cell-phone free from his armor and called The Rocket.

"Hey Boss. Send one of those guys here to pick up Clarissa, will you? I got the dealer red-handed, I figure I can hand him over to the cops. Or, if you want him, whatever. Long as he's off the streets, I don't care."

<OOC: Just posting that here if you wanna have Psychadelic try and plead with Ozzy, since Ozzy's a merc now. Not that it'll work XD>

 A speedster called hermes came to pick up CLarrissa and bring her home the police picked up Psychadelic with no incident.

Painter made sure to tell the cops that Psychadelic had tried to sell him drugs, and that if they needed a witness, they had his number. He then skated off, hoping that someone would be able to help him with his gunshot wound. Going to the hospital twice in two days would look somewhat suspicious, and the bullet had clearly been slowed down by *something* substantial before it entered his arm. THAT, he couldn't explain away so easy.