(Ah, I apologize. My mind is somewhere else today...I meant short hair, not long.)

Tanner smirked and took the lighter. It was usual for people to look at him strange when he smoked, but he had done it with his older brothers ever since he could remember. He shrugged at the stranger's question, finally replying after a moment of silence. "Rough night? No, nothing I couldn't handle." His smirk faded as he lit the cigarette and drew it to his lips. He let the smoke sit in his lungs for a few seconds before exhaling. "How about you?" He seemed quite content for someone so badly beaten.

Mike decided to go out for a while. He wanted some fresh air. He got on a long black coat that would cover his robotic arm, and a black glove. And wore a black fedora. His didn't worry about the robotic leg. He walked into the street where it was raining pretty hard. But that didn't really matter, did it? Ugh. He was borrred. There was nothing interesting at all. The usual screams and crying. Very normal. Well, normal in this time of the world, at least. Before this time, he would be very interested. But now...just boring. He wished something would happen! Something. Just something. Or he'd make something happen.

((Someone meet up with Mike? He's really bored, ya know. T,T))

The stranger smirked, then pulled out another cigarette with himself, lighting it with a second lighter. this one however was made of steel, obviously not the type one just tossed out once it ran out of fuel and with geometric patterns engraved into its surface.
He too drew in a deep breath of smoke, holding it for a few seconds, before letting it stream out of his mouth and nose. Finally he replied: "Not too bad, I would say boring, but let's not tempt fate, I might not heal as quickly as you do." There was a glint in his eyes and the beginnings of a grin on his lips. They were darker than the skin of his face, a kind of ruddy brown hue, hiding white teeth with slightly broader, but not particularly sharp or long looking canines.

((Caroline would make a nice 'toy' for Darium.))

((maybe, but he's busy right now and it's cora's turn. I can't include your character because that post makes no sense anymore. Also that slave boy just got******d and nearly tortured to death.... so yeah))

((Okay. Jake peeked into the room where Slave, Ardium, and Witchy were. Tell me when it's my turn. ^_^ I've gone mad...))

((who's ardium?
they're not in a room. they'e in the garden, Darius is in a lawnchair with a cocktail and not currently torturing anyone, unless you count mental torture))

((Ooops. Spelled wrong...heh...heh...hehhh...you got any characters to spare for Mike or Jake?))

Tanner held the lighter back to the stranger, holding it between his two fingers. The statement intrigued him, but he didn't react. Heal like do, Eh...? His smirk grew as he thought to himself. Perhaps you are no mortal after all... He flicked the ashes into the air before he took another smoke. "Strange, really, how everything is so still out tonight." He smiled cunningly, seeing if the stranger would fall back on the subject again.

((I have three characters. All of which are stuck, so I'd have to make more and get them approved first.))