Got that sunshine in my pocket (OPEN)

That sound slowly resonated in Melvin's ear. It was distant, but kept ringing in his head for minutes. He recognized the sound of a gunshot anywhere, even as faint as it was from the underground bar. The young man was just close enough to notice it apart from the dozens of other long, drawn out noises that surrounded him. It piqued his curiosity- but also his job for the evening. Word had spread that a rival syndicate had made some arms deals in the region, and his boss was none too happy about it. He'd been sent to gather information and dispose of anyone that broke the terms of their turf, and that lone clue was enough to set him on the right path. He walked down the stairway, making his way into the bar and the chaotic scene inside.

When he reached the door and found it blocked off by something on the other side, he could only imagine what was going on in there. A planned murder? In any case, he had his business to attend to. He drew one of his twin guns from under his shirt and aimed right at the door. A quieter, but noticeable bang resounded from outside, shots fired right at the block off handle- two or three by the sound of it. The wood broke apart and the tied off door broke right off, falling inside and letting him shove the door open- knocking over the coat hanger in the process. In that brief span of time, he'd slid the gun back out of view and into shirt for a moment as he got to see what was going on inside.

Someone like him walking in wouldn't calm things down in the slightest. he was very eccentric, with brilliant reddish pink hair in a stylized rise, a baggy white outfit with the symbolism of playing cards- from the spade and heart on his chest and the diamonds on his pant-legs. The symbolism didn't end there, with a colored star and tear drop marking his cheeks in contrasting shades. As soon as he entered, he had a clear picture of the scene ahead of him. The bleeding out corpse on the floor, the tense atmosphere, contrasted by that music...Not that he could fully appreciate the contrast since most music sounded like the same unpleasant groaning to his ears.

Slipping a hand into his pocket, Melvin pulled a a small receipt book out, his gaze briefly wandering over the unsettling injured figure in the midst of the chaos with a matching smile. He was pretty calm about the whole affair with a relaxed smile and attention that was stripped from the man in the midst of the room drawing the other's eyes. Rather, their fixation was the gunman. His fingers flipped through the receipt book like a flip book passing hundreds of pages in a matter of seconds. To his eye, each page lingered in view for a few seconds, allowing him to read the basic details of most of them in an astronomically short moment of time.

Just as he thought, the man had done business with the rival syndicate. Getting a glance at their gun, his suspicions were affirmed. The silver, metallic coating was indicative of the rival gang's work. In just a matter of seconds after showing himself, he'd learned everything he needed to His lips parted and a youthful, but abnormally fast voice addressed them. "Youguysneverlearn. doyou?" There was little to no spacing in his speech, making words blend together in an uncanny way. It sounded normal to his ears, but his social patterns were very,..strange. His body frequently had subtle twitching, like someone extremely restless or doped up. The booklet slipped back into his pocket.

Yet Melvin carried himself with a level of almost unnatural motion when he acted, little to no pause from one action to the next- like machine rapidly going through tasks. His fingers slid under his shirt, wrapping around the grip of his own gun. It pulled from the fabric and out into the open in a blink, a quickdraw that'd put most westerners to shame. It looked a lot cheaper than the nameless thug's, made of a plastic polymer with a black and red painted finish. Despite that, he wielded it with much greater fines than a run of the mill shooter

There wasn't a delay between the gun being drawn and the click of his finger on the trigger- not once, but twice. Two quieter bangs resounded through the bar, a pair of 22LR shells launched from the barrel and struck the former shooter in the neck. The bullets ordinarily weren't too dangerous, but striking the vulnerable flesh of the neck were enough to pierce the stranger's jugular and do some real damage. Following the moment of shock from the abrupt attack, Melvin swung his leg out to kick his target right out of their chair, knocking them to the ground as they choked on the blood rapidly filling their throat.

To top it all off, with an unnatural level of reaction time, his free hand darted out to grab the gun the stranger was using as they released it, snatching it out of the air with some effort. He was just barely fast enough to pull off the feat, only thanks to the minimal delay between each action he took. The amount of time that went by in his head? About a minute. In reality it'd only been ten seconds since ha arrived, made the decision to act, and carried it all out. Now there was just a matter of what to do next...

Turning his head back to the rest of the crowd,the newcomer villain had drawn some eyes of their own, though not as many as the other star of the show. He was fast, but that wasn't remotely as flashy as the other young man's immunity to their own injured state. Though one thing was unique about the newcomer despite his eccentric attire. His eyes were warped, the shape of each iris replaced by black coloration in the shape of twin motionless clocks in the pool of his violet cornea. He visibly struggled to speak again, slowing his voice to sound..slightly more normal.

"Not sure what party you guys are all having down here, hate the music though!" It was easier to understand and when not binding words together in a mashup of noise, he sounded deceptively friendly and cheerful- despite having just shot a man and leaving them choking on their own blood. "I thought the boss made it clear not to do business with other suppliers though. Really, we're trying to run a business here and you have people like Greg down there" He gestured a thumb to the man on the ground. " buying crappy knock-offs and giving our brand a bad name!" His vigilant gaze paid close attention to the crowd, including the mysterious wounded figure in the midst of it all, keeping close tabs on any sudden movements from any of then. His finger relaxed against the trigger.