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Unknowing

It was a cold stormy evening, the rain pounding on the top of roofs and the streets where many people were still out walking to work, or doing groceries. Inside an old bar, sheltered from the icy hard rain, held a group of dangerous outlaws. Though they seemed to be waiting for someone. 

Two blondes, a male and female in their teens to early 20's, most likely twins from their facial similarities. The male being taller. He was standing at the bar talking to their bartender, as the girl sat to the right of her brother.  The guy wore a long sleeved-tan button-up, and maroon pants, and his sister wore a black long-sleeved dress, with white lace in certain places, and white buttoned gloves.

Sitting down at one of the tables close to the bar, sat a man in his late 30's. He had full-side burns, starting to white at the tips and full head of black hair. He was wearing a classy grey button-up and black pants, drinking away at a beer. He seemed upset as well, waiting in anticipation like everyone else.

Then sitting to the left of the blonde male. He had messy brown hair, not yet long enough to get into his eyes. He was about his early to mid 20's as well. He wore an average everyday suit with a white undershirt. He wasn't exactly paying attention to anyone, but every so often he would chime into the blonde's conversation, calling him stupid.

Then lastly another girl, same messy brown hair, but a lot longer with bangs. She was probably related to the guy in his mid-20's, but obviously younger and most likely shorter. She looked about in her teens. She wore a white button-up under a black vest and a black knee-length skirt.

As they chatted in the nearly abandoned bar, thunder would sound then and again. Then almost as if it were on cue, the door opened right as thunder struck.

The man's hair was obviously soaked from the rain, as well as his clothes. His hair was darker than what it was suppose to be, it looking almost black and hanging a bit in front of his eyes. His white button-up undone with the top two, soaked as well. His sleeves were pushed up above his elbows. His tan-ish-black pants also being soaked. 

He walked into the bar with a sense of familiarity. The once awaiting old man, had finally looked relieved, and everyone at the bar-counter looked over to him, with greeting looks upon their faces.

"Micheal, where the heCC have you been?!" The messy haired-man voiced.

"Aw did you miss your lil' brother? Were you worried about him?" The taller blonde teased.

"Neo, stop pestering him, he's been gone for two days. I believe we're all relieved he's back." Neo's sister responded.

Neo huffed but still kept poking at the angered messy haired guy. 

"So Micheal, where have you been?" The blonde girl asked, a bit of mischief in her eyes. 

"No where important," He looked at the old man then back to her, "But on an unrelated note.." He paused and then pulled out a wallet while walking over to her. 

"I do have this from my absence." He handed it to her while walking towards the old man, waiting for something, but nothing in particular. 

The girl looked at him as if he were insane, and then back at the wallet as if it were familiar to her. She opened it with the tiniest bit of haste.

Her brother in a hushed tone exclaimed, "Isn't that Mitchell's wallet?! How in the--". He stared at the wallet dumb-founded, but with amusement in his voice and features.

"Glad to see you're not actually dead, Kid. But next time, tell someone you're out, or you're gonna be havin' a death wish soon." The old man finally spoke up, smirking while taking a sip of beer.

"Rickie, you know I wouldn't get into any trouble," the supposed Micheal then continued, "There wouldn't be any fun in getting caught if that were the case."

All that came from Rickie was a muffled chuckle as he took another swig from the drink. Shaking his head he mumbled something along the lines of ' You're gonna get shot one day, Kid '.

All Micheal did was chuckle at the muffled line and walked to the stairs at the back of the room.