The Black Limo

::As the sun goes down and the lights turn on a black limo drives up to the front of the Walmart. The Prince gets out and starts to walk into the building::

Grumbling to himself with a pair of cheap headphones hanging from his neck, William turned at the corner of the street and felt his stomach clench slightly. It was one thing to see a long dark limo on the street rolling into a club or a dance party for highschoolers. It was something else when it was at a dead stop in front of a Walmart. It was still something more when that little bastard in his guts began snarling faintly in his ear from where he stood.
Nine times out of ten this would have been enough for him ease on by and allow what ever was going on to continue. He was not on the clock and he did not get overtime. But being what it was, William could not help but turn his feet towards the store and sally forth. "Who knows," he muttered to himself, "Might be a sale today."

::The Beast raised its lip and snarled inside of him. There was another kindred around. The prince stops and looks around to see who's there and so that whoever is out there can see him::

William was barely 20 feet from the limo when he caught the face of the Prince as he looked from around his side of the limo. A involentary breath hissed from his teeth when he realized this and he felt the odd compunction to apologize for the intrustion. Instead, he reached into his pocket and turned off his beat up CD player and continued on his path into the store. Shifting slightly in the Princes direction, William tipped his invisible hat in a curtious manner, hopefully without drawing too much attension from any of the passerby's. At this point all he could hope for was either a nod of acknowledgement or a warning glare to know wether or not he was welcome here at this time.