Post by Iacomus Lerwick on Jun 18, 2015 2:34:17 GMT
Open to all! (EIRAL particularly welcome)
The Eiral were entirely troublesome.
Of course, they were even more so when one had deep crimson seeping into their skin and splatter dappling their clothes. And this was the problem with central square - of course night was never a popular time for the residents of an area with such a class, meaning, unlike the Hovel, prying eyes would, in most cases, not fall prey to the work of a sawbones such as Iacomus, but the alleyways were large, cleared of anything that might hinder the picturesqueness of it all, which in turn, hindered places that were easily accessible when it came to hiding, laying in wait until the coast was clear.
This was the predicament Iacomus found himself in. He wished he had payed closer attention to the officers as they had scouted during daylight hours, as during the night, the Central Square seemed to be a spot of great interest. Not only for them, but for Iacomus, himself. The best organs were here, and he was deeply out of stock, because although the fall was not a long time for him, he needed to lay low for awhile afterwards, and was without means of getting his wares for the cheapest - money-wise, at least. They did not come without a price, the price of risk, the price of bloodstains, the price of lives, but not a cent need to fall from his pocket... And boy, did he have fun doing it.
Regardless, he scampered from one pristine wall to the next as the officers flashed their lamps. They weren't frantic in search, he figured it was just a pleasantry, this time around, but if they found him... Frantic wouldn't be the half of it - or so he hoped.
The Eiral were entirely troublesome.
Of course, they were even more so when one had deep crimson seeping into their skin and splatter dappling their clothes. And this was the problem with central square - of course night was never a popular time for the residents of an area with such a class, meaning, unlike the Hovel, prying eyes would, in most cases, not fall prey to the work of a sawbones such as Iacomus, but the alleyways were large, cleared of anything that might hinder the picturesqueness of it all, which in turn, hindered places that were easily accessible when it came to hiding, laying in wait until the coast was clear.
This was the predicament Iacomus found himself in. He wished he had payed closer attention to the officers as they had scouted during daylight hours, as during the night, the Central Square seemed to be a spot of great interest. Not only for them, but for Iacomus, himself. The best organs were here, and he was deeply out of stock, because although the fall was not a long time for him, he needed to lay low for awhile afterwards, and was without means of getting his wares for the cheapest - money-wise, at least. They did not come without a price, the price of risk, the price of bloodstains, the price of lives, but not a cent need to fall from his pocket... And boy, did he have fun doing it.
Regardless, he scampered from one pristine wall to the next as the officers flashed their lamps. They weren't frantic in search, he figured it was just a pleasantry, this time around, but if they found him... Frantic wouldn't be the half of it - or so he hoped.