*grips at his arm tightly in most concern*...america...*she lowers her head to the ground and watches her feet slowly pas one another, only to do the same again and again. *

*He nodded. She seemed disturbed still. It would seem that perhaps this danger resided only in the party. But at least here we could see it coming.* Ah, and what brings you all the way out here to the heart of Venice?

*looks up at him with so much pain in her eyes, her heart aching, she gulps and tries to put on a mask once more*...I was forced...my family shunned me...*-...I just met him...and already I'm sharing what I would with few...-*

*a man in the back ground of it all creaps out of the darkness, the shadows seeming to almost fade in him. The area around seeming to tremble, but yet, being a shadow was always tiresum, he pulls the coat around him firmly. Her suit a pure black and his top hat hiding his face. This John...he was trying to learn out of place, and here, something must be done. He walks slowly up to him, his crooked smile known*...name perhaps my lad...*to john*

Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. I shouldn't have pried. *He felt a deep sorrow for her as they walked up to the hotel. He turned, looked deep into her eyes and smiled weakly.* Well I suppose this is where I leave you m'lady.

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked while walking away. This seemed to be odd, he began in his head. First there's her, now there's some freak stalker guy who probably wants to rape me. "Ya mind leaving me alone, I just happen to be tired."

*the man tilts his hat* ~...oh...I'm sorry to be of a bother...~ *his smile wicked as he backs off, else where....Yorda looks up at him, holding back the urge to hug him in moments just to comfort. Sadness was always her weaker side.*...what's wrong...may I ask....*lowers her head as if she'd done the worst thing in the world*

*the man begins his walk after the girl, towards the way they were walking, the same crooked smile on his face*

*He attempts to maintain his smiling facade.* Simply that I have stirred up such painful memories for you. I don't like bearing people sadness, yet that's all I seem to do. My family died because of my arrogance when I was a headstrong teen in Tokyo and I can understand what types of emotions such a thing would stir within you. *He began to turn away.* I bid you a good night m'lady. I hope the morn meets you with a happier face.

Well, maybe he wasn't stalking me, but she's been through enough tonight. I might as well do her a favor and keep my eye on this guy, John thought as he began to follow this strange person.