[A punk-rock, blue haired boy is on screen. He has a lip ring which is attached to one of many ear-piercings. He’s wearing a suit jacket over a beaten up band tee and a long necklace with a
sort of orb topped with a cross and embedded with jewels. He looks a bit young, but he was smoking a cigarette wrapped with a dark brown paper. Despite the rough appearance, he was smiling at the camera with bed-room eyes.]
Hello! Name's Shin, one of the newest additions to Death City, and ladies, I can be yours for the night for a special introductory price of only 50 Death Dollars! [He gives the camera a rather charming wink.] I promise it will be a night you won't forget.
[He relaxes, loosing the sultry look though he keeps up a cool demeanour.] It seems all I have is a pack of smokes and a guitar. "Just give me my guitar and cigarettes and I'll be fine." An amp would be useful too, though. Anyone has an old one they'd be willing to sell or trade?