New York city (Open)

Vizro Valihante looked over the fence of a tall building in the city of New York. He'd been rather bored with his life lately, and had nothing to do, as he found no current assassin contracts. He looked at his hidden blade, the one on his right wrist. He flicked the blade out, then put it back in. Sighing, he went back to looking at the city below, the bustling streets filled people, children playing, salesmen scrambling about to sale their items. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted and jolted to a stop when he heard a small scream of terror. He looked around to see a man carrying a large sack, and a woman trying to catch him, but the man was much faster. Thief... he thought to himself. Seeing as there was nothing else to do, he spotted a small hay-bale, spread his arms, and leaped from the building, not realizing how much of a cliche move this was.

Landing in the hay safely, Vizro got out and started to run towards the alleged thief. He looked around. Where are the guards when you need them most? he thought to himself as he was running. He almost ran into a wall, as the thief had turned and ran to the right, but he grabbed onto the window, and pulled himself up onto the building. He started to run in the direction that the thief was going, leaping from building to building, occasionally landing on a lamp post or a tree. He finally managed to get directly above the thief, leaped from the building, and tackled him. Vizro rolled over, making the thief get up. The thief dropped the bag, and rushed a Vizro, charging a punch. Vizro caught the punch, and kneed the man in the stomach, making him stumble back. Vizro then walked to the man and punched him in the face, sending him into the ground with a bloody nose. Vizro sent a finishing blow, kicking him as hard as he could. By this time, the woman had showed up, although Vizro was already walking away. He looked back and saw that people that were gathered around him, but continued to walk.

Henry was walking the streets. He was enjoying his payment from his last contract, buying tasty food in the market and a nice new dagger. Suddenly he was bumped by a large man, carrying a large sack.
Hmmmm, this looks like fun.
Henry thought to himself, as he noticed another man taking interest in the thief. He stopped admiring his new blade, sheathing the weapon. He quickly merged into the crowd and began to follow the chase.  Henry began to admire the new found interest of his, and speed up a little. Soon the man tackled the thief, beating him."Beautiful" Henry said aloud as blood sprayed from the thief's face.
The man began to walk away. Henry needed to see more, He following him in the shadows, but after a few blocks, he stumbled on a broken bottle, and geeting a shard stuck into his boot. "Curses!" Henry said loudly. He fear the unknown man may he noticed him.

Vizro had been walking for a few blocks before he heard a loud cry behind him. He was obviously being followed. He spun around and saw the man behind him, with a shard of glass in his foot. "Hmph." Vizro said said, starting to burst into a run. He climbed onto another window, and climbed atop the house. He stopped for a little to see if the man would still follow, then proceeded to jump from building to building, and saw a huge tower. He started to climb it, climbing from brick to brick, jumping from ledge to ledge, until he reached the top, and caught his breath. "Well...I put in too much effort for that." He said.

Henry noticed the man started to run, sprint even. He could hear the sound of his feet clanging against roof tops. Henry had no chance of following him, but he did get a good look at the mans face. He yanked out the shard and proceeded towards the general direction that the man ran. Surely he was staying at a inn somewhere around there. As he walked he followed the trail of whispers about a crazy man on the roofs. Soon he found himself at a tower, it was large, and well built. He noticed a stack of hay nearby. "Hmmm. This man must be an assassin. Stupid fools don't even know how predictable they are." He quickly looked around for the assassin, the ran over to the hay. Henry then hid inside a storage shed next to it, waiting for the assassin to leap.

Dawn had been running. Sweat beaded her forehead as she slipped into a New York alley. A dead end. She grinned. Perfect, she thought as she climbed up on of the walls made with crudely aligned bricks. She held perfectly still as she waited for the people who were chasing her to run around the corner. Sure enough, a man holding a gun walked in, looking around of her, obviously confused at her sudden disappearance. Bow in hand, she dropped from the wall behind the man. He spun around, but didn't even have time to pull the trigger before the arrow impaled itself in his chest. He fell to the ground, dead. Dawn pushed him into a garbage bin at the back of the alley, then walked out, satisfied.

As she left the alley to find the man who had hired her for that particular job, somebody ran past her. He was dressed in assassins clothing. She watched as he climbed a tower, and laughed. An inexperienced climber, no doubt, she thought as she watched him climb clumsily. Yet he somehow managed to reach the top. Dawn shrugged and began walking away, when she realized that the man was being followed. Hm? What's this? she thought. Somehow, the thought of getting her money slipped her mind. Instead, she took a wide arc around the building and began to climb up. She reached a position where she would be behind she assassin. Noticing the hay bale on the ground, she attempted to push him, knowing he would land on the hay and be fine. She then jumped back over one side, landing on a window sill and climbed back down.

Vizro spun around and dodged the attacker from behind. He pulled his axe from out of it's holster on his back. He looked around. Who are these people? he thought to himself. Maybe someone had a grudge against him? Maybe the Templars were after him? Whoever they were, they must've been very interested in him. Wait a second... he thought, looking down, and seeing someone-most likely a woman, judging by it's figure-climbing down from the same tower. She was probably the one who attempted to push him. Figuring he couldn't climb down and reach her in time, he thought about jumping into the hay-bale. But since the woman had tried to push him into it, there must've been some sort trap in it. He looked around for anything else, and found some more hay, although in a moving carriage. He dived into it, waiting for the woman to reach the bottom.

James Fink had been in a tavern nearby when he had heard the commotion outside. He put down his glass of rum and made his way outside, dodging the occasional drunken patron eager for a fight. "Later perhaps".

James made his way out to the dangerous and grubby streets of New York. As the sun shone brightly in his eyes due to his time spent in the tavern he moved his eyes over to the tower nearby, his hood always on. He had glanced at this tower just in time to see a blur moving off the top and falling until it eventually sort of splashed into a moving carriage full of hay near by. He heard talk of a woman clambering down a tower by the face, although apparently she was on the other side of the tower from James' location. He knew that some Assassins were out on contracts and maybe they were up to a bit of mischief. James located the hay cart once again and started to tail it, hood up but eyes darting left and right, with the vision of one of the Ancient order of the Assassins.

[OOC] Did Dawn try to push Vizro off the tower because she hates Assassins because of what they did to her family? And if so why did she try to push him into the hay bale?

Henry watched as the man dived into the hay cart. "Well thats new" Henry said to himself in surprise. He began to tail the cart, morphing through the crowd, when he noticed a hooded man.
Shit! The worthless hunks of meat are everywhere!
He speed up, when a guard stopped him, he looked henry dead in the eyes are asked "Why are you so hasty, are you hiding something!?"
Henry began sweating, he didn't know what to say. Was this man an assassin? Or just a nosy bastard? Henry ran. He ran as far as he could towards the new found hooded man.

The guard began chasing after the second man as Dawn reached the ground. He didn't get very far before an arrow pierced his neck from behind. Dawn quickly slung her bow back over her shoulder so as not to seem like the person who had killed him. She slipped through alleys and various other small streets to stay out of sight while still following the two men. Suddenly, she ran right into a man who had been running after the hay cart, someone she hadn't seen before. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" she yelled, then ducked into another alley.

[OOC] I know it's kind of stupid for joining in this now as I am leaving for holidays on Monday to Fiji and in some places I may or may not have internet so I may just be tailing this cart forever.

James still tailing the cart noticed a bit of a commotion going on behind. In the glass of the window of the house beside him he could see a blurred man in a dark brown trench coat, obviously infuriated at the guard stopping him in his tracks. James snuck a look behind him and saw a man in his early 20's yet with hair pulled back to expose his forehead. He had a slight frown on his face which for some reason irked James. Maybe he was overreacting from the grog, but he had just seen a man jump off a tower into a moving cart of hay. James decided not to worry about this man, just keep your head down and make sure if he comes near to keep your hidden blades to your sides hiding the image of the Assassins.