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Who: Artemis (fowl_mud_boy ) and Jinx (badluckbabe )
What: No rest for the wicked cunning
When: 10:00pm, May 15th
Where: Junk City
There were better places Artemis could have chosen. He’d never been fond of Junk City. Too many people got hurt here, too many bad things happened in this waste of space town. And the pollution. It sickened him. But really, should he be upset over data? Could data really be ‘polluted’? But he wasn’t about to delve into that now.
Junk was right next to Neon. It was convenient. It was dark. It had back alleys, escape routes. It had people who would gladly do your bidding for pocket change. It was appropriate for the situation. Junk was a hot spot for ‘shady’ meetings, and sometimes, just sometimes, Artemis conformed to his peers’ ways of thinking.
Hoping Diana was alright back at the room with Lunamon, Artemis wrinkled his nose as the smell of smoke passing down the alleyway, he felt as though he may develop lung cancer any minute just waiting here. But, it was the cleanest place in Junk he could find that suited his needs, that didn’t particularly mean much in a city like Junk but if everything went well he wouldn’t be stood here for much longer.
He shifted his weight, brushed some non-existent dirt off his shoulder and checked the fine watched strapped around his wrist, before hiding it with his sleeve. Almost. With this in mind, he pulled the hood of his hoodie up (he still wasn’t comfortable wearing the types of clothing) and settled back into the shadows to wait.
What: No rest for the wicked cunning
When: 10:00pm, May 15th
Where: Junk City
There were better places Artemis could have chosen. He’d never been fond of Junk City. Too many people got hurt here, too many bad things happened in this waste of space town. And the pollution. It sickened him. But really, should he be upset over data? Could data really be ‘polluted’? But he wasn’t about to delve into that now.
Junk was right next to Neon. It was convenient. It was dark. It had back alleys, escape routes. It had people who would gladly do your bidding for pocket change. It was appropriate for the situation. Junk was a hot spot for ‘shady’ meetings, and sometimes, just sometimes, Artemis conformed to his peers’ ways of thinking.
Hoping Diana was alright back at the room with Lunamon, Artemis wrinkled his nose as the smell of smoke passing down the alleyway, he felt as though he may develop lung cancer any minute just waiting here. But, it was the cleanest place in Junk he could find that suited his needs, that didn’t particularly mean much in a city like Junk but if everything went well he wouldn’t be stood here for much longer.
He shifted his weight, brushed some non-existent dirt off his shoulder and checked the fine watched strapped around his wrist, before hiding it with his sleeve. Almost. With this in mind, he pulled the hood of his hoodie up (he still wasn’t comfortable wearing the types of clothing) and settled back into the shadows to wait.