Who: Graverobber and OPEN When: Late afternoon, at dusk. Where: Here and there, he's just scouting about town (East end Londom). He's not very focused. Why: Looking for Shilo. Kind of. Warnings: Possibly. Probably. Well, drugs for sure. You can't be that upbeat sober when you're chasing jailbait.
He didn't like the drugs here. He liked the surroundings, he liked the terribly lax police, and he certainly liked the lack of organ repossessions, but no, not the drugs. They were dirty and primitive, and after everything he'd tried that morning, he mostly felt... anxious and paranoid, jumping a bit at shadows and then laughing at himself for it.
He had a terrible headache, too, but apparently other people didn't know better because that little pager he'd found had been going off all day. So many people, so little time. He only wondered where he'd find more when it ran out, but then he only wondered for a second. It wasn't him to really worry, especially in such a bright and happy place, a land of opportunities! One with laws protecting everyone, even the lowest of the low, even him.
He liked that part best of all.
Whistling a familiar tune that he couldn't quite place, the Graverobber moved down a heavily populated street, smiling at the people he passed when they looked at him strangely and doing what he may to elicit the attention of those who didn't.
What was life but a short trip to death and chance at indulging as many vices as one could, anyways?