Post by Vergil Zallir on Feb 3, 2014 15:05:39 GMT -5
The man left his apartment after dark his hood up as he walked into the ruins. It was a good time to make a little extra cash. Everything about his current attire and movements screamed shady. His hands buried within his pockets his head low so no one saw his face a backpack on his back. It'd seem like e was up to no good no matter what angle he was looked at. If he was holding some skittles he might as well have been a vagrant.
He lit a smoke as he made his way through the junk yard, a friend had turned Vergil onto this when he was low on cash The plan was pretty much to grab anything that seemed like it could have some value and get it appraised for some cold cash. It wasn't the most noble job nor was it the most pleasant, but hey beggars couldn't be choosers right? Usually he'd spend two or three hours out here grabbing whatever he could shoving it into the pack on his back but due to the weather he'd made a note to leave earlier lest his fingers freeze to the bone.
"Fuck Winter." He grunted as he rifled through the junk. He'd cursed winter at least 12 times in the last week easily the wind chill making his body stiff. It was obviously his least favorite time of the year. After about an hour of searching he made his way to the small building where he could get this junk appraised hoping for something decent, else Vergil spent his night out here freezing his ass off for no reason, Yeah good news would be appreciated.
He lit a smoke as he made his way through the junk yard, a friend had turned Vergil onto this when he was low on cash The plan was pretty much to grab anything that seemed like it could have some value and get it appraised for some cold cash. It wasn't the most noble job nor was it the most pleasant, but hey beggars couldn't be choosers right? Usually he'd spend two or three hours out here grabbing whatever he could shoving it into the pack on his back but due to the weather he'd made a note to leave earlier lest his fingers freeze to the bone.
"Fuck Winter." He grunted as he rifled through the junk. He'd cursed winter at least 12 times in the last week easily the wind chill making his body stiff. It was obviously his least favorite time of the year. After about an hour of searching he made his way to the small building where he could get this junk appraised hoping for something decent, else Vergil spent his night out here freezing his ass off for no reason, Yeah good news would be appreciated.
