[ the details are vague before he comes through the door.

really, not what he likes to think about. not what he's going to think about either, especially with these assholes trying to strip him out of his clothes and reassure him of— what? who the hell cares. cain bares his teeth and growls at them like the caged dog he feels like, punching one in the face hard enough to draw blood. it takes too many of them to subdue him and none at all after they tranq him. or drug him with something. whatever it is, he's compliant after that, and to add insult to injury, they don't even bother dressing him in the cheap plastic shit they're giving everyone else.

they dump him outside and toss the plastic boots right next to his head.

cain grabs them but doesn't think to put them on, squinting out at wherever he is. there's some quiet curse in russian as he, at the very least, pulls on the top and yanks the hood over his already soaked hair. how long's it been since he's seen this? rain? maybe never, but he's still too out of it from their drugs to properly care. what's more, he doesn't realize something is wrong until he starts moving through the crowd and some passersby stare at him. his thoughts are a mess, and he's only got one thing on his mind anyway.

where the hell is he, and where the hell is abel?

two things, but whatever. ]

What the hell are you looking at?

[ his expression sours, but it's not as if he notices the fact there's a new mark running down the length of his throat either. so maybe that's why. or, if they're a prude, it could be that he's practically naked. ]

[ cain's been keeping an eye on some guy for the last half an hour. maybe more.

they're a tight-knit group, whoever they are. passing off whatever they steal and continuing on like no one's noticed. or will notice. but he's bored, and trying to conceal his mark hasn't gone as well as he'd hoped. still, burning off a little energy that isn't fucking seems like fun. so, without so much as an invite, cain joins the hunt. he continues stalking his original target for a little longer, watching as he moves and spots his next victim.

as soon as he moves, cain strikes.

their hands go for someone's umbrella, and cain's go for the guy's wrist. he cracks it hard, turns to pin his arm and shoves him backwards into the crowd without so much as flinching, reaching up to take the umbrella himself. but not to actually steal it. instead, he keeps his eyes low and crowds up into this person's space, nudging them towards an alleyway. if he can lure more of them in, he can take whatever they've got and see if it's worth anything.

to the person he's sort of kidnapped: ] There's more of them on the way.

[ but rather than sound concerned, he's smirking. ]

[ still undecided on canonpoint right now but definitely leaning towards sub just to give him hell, but that's also flexible. feel free to hit me up with whatever prompts from above or even wildcard a text option. lbr he probably sent a dick pic and it wasn't even an accident. will match style. for questions or plotting, pm me! ]