Scott
A screech filled the streets, the wheels spinning even as the car came to a stop. It was an orange Corbett, gleaming in the dark gothic district like the twilight dawn. Sitting in the front seat was a man in dark shades, his head tilting to the side, his arm resting on the base of the open window. The guard raised an eyebrow, walking up to the vehicle. "Is this your own personal car sir?"
Oh goddamn it, thats him, Scott sent to Forest. This idiot spies in the field about as well as you think you do...
The man sighed and said, "Yeah..." He almost sounded tired, even yawned in the middle of his response. "I decided to take my car instead."
Despite his bored attitude, the man was in an outfit that was nothing short of flamboyant. A long flowing cape rested in between his back and the seat, curling under his butt. He wore an aristocratic vest, with tight slacks covering his legs. Adorned on his face were a pair of sunglasses. Two fangs poked out of his upper lip, pressed against his lower lip. "I guess that means I have to take her?"