(Pre-Show) The Barracks

[Lubbock]

"Gin... and Tonic? You guys are named after alcohol?" he asked, estranged by these names. Without thinking he mumbled nude his breath, "I bet Leone would rather like you,"
He recomposed himself and began to introduce, "My name's Lubbock, but my friends call me Lubba," he told him, but this time didn't mention being an assassin after his 'chat' with the purple-haired girl. A TV reporter was enough to get the word around. Without warning, Syura's voice kicked into his head and he turned towards the window subtly.
"Lubbock, I've noticed people are leaving the area at a rapid rate. I believe it's time to ready up for the Abyss," Syura informed him, godly voice stern. He turned back to Gin.
"Hey, sorry Red - I-I mean, Gin, but I reckon it's time for us to leave. I guess I'll see you in the abyss," he gave his new friend a kind smile and extended his hand for a handshake.

Lubbock watched from the ceiling, his wires keeping his legs locked onto the lights above as a sea of people, competitors and spectators alike, rushed around between the rooms, most headed towards an elevator. Some were unaccompanied while other were being ushered by bulky men that looked like they'd come straight from an army. He sighed and blew a stray hair off of his nose, making flop downwards to the floor with the other green locks. He reached up and slid his red goggles down over his eyes and unravelled the wire around his ankles, dropping to the floor amongst a bunch of people. He flipped the hood of his coat up for extra effect as some people gasped, others tripped, and the rest minded their own business. Boy, I should do this more often, he told himself, cocky.
The guards at the elevator stepped aside and allowed the now mysterious figure through. He rose up, and stepped off at the platform. He looked around the room he was in. It was even more bloody crowded than down there. That was a better advantage to an assassin though: mingling. He quickly waded into the crowd and removed his disguise, letting his hair fall back into place. He looked around. There seemed to be rooms placed all over. Although... Lubbock didn't even know which one was his...

He must really have looked confused there, which, on the contrary, is rather hindering for an assassin.