Alva and Richard and a Dead Hooker

[Richard Blow]

25th of Fall, 513AV Ten chimes before midnight. Sometimes, a man needs to engage in acts of rushed, passionless coitus to operate at peak capacity. Something about releasing pressure or whatever. Richard was pretty sure a doctor said something about that. Or was it a homeless man... He couldn't quite remember. Regardless, the Spiritist was craving female company, but couldn't be arsed to do anything taxing like getting a girlfriend or having a real conversation. So he waited until Chuck was distracted, then climbed out the window with a fist full of mizas and made a dash for it. It wasn't that he didn't like the ghost, but he was pretty sure if that miner came along, he'd criticize his technique or something equally embarrassing. Thus, he left his ethereal partner behind for the time being. Naturally, Brega's house of happy endings was the place he made a beeline for. Ah, Brega's house... That delightful den of debauchery doling out dalliances to the debased and desperate. Tonight... Not quite so happy, it seemed. As Richard neared the establishment, he could hear a girl screaming, followed by someone girlier than a girl screaming as he was hurled out of a second story window by what looked an awful lot like a shaved bear to the Spiritist. The bastard had the nerve to hit the ground in front of him and get blood on his shoes! "Ah, well... They were bum shoes anyways." Maybe he should give entering some thought. Wait outside a small while, see what the atmosphere's like. Yep. Wait outside of a brothel. In the middle of the street. At night. Just standing around, looking aimless or indecisive. With money in his pocket. Bad idea.

[Alva Marek]

The night was dull as usual. The same sounds of the night filled the streets as they always did. The groans of the sick and drug addicted, the giggles of the prostitutes as they flirted with their clientele, the frantic whispers of the worried parents and the hushed tones of the thieves and thugs. Alva hated this place and dreamed of leaving one day. The sky was cloudy preventing any moonlight from exposing her in her favorite hiding place.Alva had been hiding in a nearby alley when she heard a commotion coming from Brega's. By the gods what the petch happened this time? She slowly inched her way out of the alley to find a blood splattered street, and a guy standing there staring. This guy must be a fool. Then again, in her eyes, all men were. With a sway in her hips and a confident attitude, Alva quickly strutted over to the man.

"Hey handsome. Looking for a nice time?" She obviously wasn't dressed like a prostitute. Instead she was dressed for easy and quick movement. Alva whispered in his ear before he could reply. "Follow me or else you're going to attract unwanted attention. Trust me." She had already taken a few steps away. She wasn't exactly welcome at Brega's and the further away from there she was, the better. There was a nearby building they could hide in and still keep an eye on the situation in.

"C'mon!" A few of the whores were already looking their way.

[Richard Blow]

Right. Scavengers. He forgot about those. There were the obvious whores, but Richard was already noticing a couple stringy folks with missing teeth eying his pockets or- worse- his arse. One or two headhunters, a slaver... And, of course, this lady. Oh, sure, she billed herself as a harlot, but even an idiot could tell she wasn't dressed for the job. She looked much more like she was kitted for getaways. Such as after, say, a mugging. Naturally, Richard wasn't eager to go somewhere dark and out of the way with the thief lady. But he also didn't want to take his chances with the monkeys outside. So, he did the natural, Sunberthan thing. He pulled a knife on the skank. "Bitch, you come near me and I will cut you!" barked the Spiritist. He wasn't going to be a sucker. No sirree. He was cleverer than that! Totally. Definitely. Possibly.

[Alva Marek]

Alva couldn't help but laugh as she calmly removed her rope dart from around her neck. She wasn't scared of this pathetic petching piece of scum.

"Hun, I would love to see you try, but I am the least dangerous threat to you at this very moment."

Alva was slowly backing away to hide in the shadows again. This man was attracting unwanted attention and she always did her best by staying low. She casually began to swing the rope. A few of the spectators were eyeing this stranger. This fool obviously didn't realize what was happening. By the end of the night, she bet, he was going to be someone's honey. She chuckled to herself as she began to turn away but stopped and cursed silently as she watched a male silhouette reach towards his pockets. A silver blade glinting in the faint moonlight. Idiot! She tried to warn him.

Without thinking, she swung her rope hoping to catch the would be assailant off guard. It was a far from flawless execution but she did manage to stay silent and hopefully unseen. She hated this part of town and this was exactly why. By the gods this place was going to be the death of her. And this overly confident jack-off who was attracting attention like it was going out of style.