(So, with all those Warning, it might seem like this RP is going to be bad. Dun worry, I just put those up just inc case such things were to appear during the story line oPo Pretty much whatever was in the Assassin's Creed games will be in here xD)
"Bring me your sick and wounded!" Came a call from around the corner.
A man dressed in a large black dress looking cloak stood next to a stand. A bird like mask covered his face, and his identity. His head bounced from one side of the road to the other. He was watching, and waiting, for a potential customer.
Why had he set up shop in the middle of the sloppy nasty trash filled Slums? Well, that's obvious. Because of all the drunks, druggies, and bar fights. That meant easy and fast clients. so easy and fast money. Plus, the Slums meant gossip, something that he loved to listen to.
Sadly, today was slow. Not as many people had as much money as they use to. So not many people were going to the bars, and getting drunk. Plus with the lack of money, you couldn't get your hands on drugs, so he couldn't help treat overdosers.
He sighed, the sun was starting to set, so he would have to close up soon. And only with a small bag of KS, it was a sad night.
"Can't even get a scotch with this." He sighed.
He shook his head as he slowly started to box all his medicines and antidotes away. Maybe, just maybe one more client will visit while he was closing up.
"Bring me your sick and wounded!" Came a call from around the corner.
A man dressed in a large black dress looking cloak stood next to a stand. A bird like mask covered his face, and his identity. His head bounced from one side of the road to the other. He was watching, and waiting, for a potential customer.
Why had he set up shop in the middle of the sloppy nasty trash filled Slums? Well, that's obvious. Because of all the drunks, druggies, and bar fights. That meant easy and fast clients. so easy and fast money. Plus, the Slums meant gossip, something that he loved to listen to.
Sadly, today was slow. Not as many people had as much money as they use to. So not many people were going to the bars, and getting drunk. Plus with the lack of money, you couldn't get your hands on drugs, so he couldn't help treat overdosers.
He sighed, the sun was starting to set, so he would have to close up soon. And only with a small bag of KS, it was a sad night.
"Can't even get a scotch with this." He sighed.
He shook his head as he slowly started to box all his medicines and antidotes away. Maybe, just maybe one more client will visit while he was closing up.
