A virtual drugstore is piled on your bed
Who: Kyou [ mr_rainmaker ], OPEN [mostly for you drug dealers, but anybody looking to score some drugs at Nakano Chapel may apply!]
Where: Nakano Chapel
What: Kyou wants his money before all you bitches start betting the farm
When: February 9th, midday to evening.
Warnings: Drug talk, Kyou is a creepy fucker... the usual
Within the shadowy guts of Nakano Chapel, at a desk in front of the alcove where the altar used to be, Kyou sat with his shoes up on the scuffed wooden surface and his cap tilted down over his eyes, fingers laced together and resting on his stomach as, to the untrained eye, he dozed idly. The truth was that Kyou never dozed, not really, and was merely listening quietly for his employees. There were lockboxes on the desk on either side of his feet - one for dogtags and one for cash - and he expected to have them full before the sun went down.
Betting was an illness as strong as drug addiction, or at least Kyou had always thought so. If his employees didn't pay, well... he would teach them a lesson. But until then he was content to wait and to listen, the red cross at his throat rising and falling as he breathed slowly, evenly.
Where: Nakano Chapel
What: Kyou wants his money before all you bitches start betting the farm
When: February 9th, midday to evening.
Warnings: Drug talk, Kyou is a creepy fucker... the usual
Within the shadowy guts of Nakano Chapel, at a desk in front of the alcove where the altar used to be, Kyou sat with his shoes up on the scuffed wooden surface and his cap tilted down over his eyes, fingers laced together and resting on his stomach as, to the untrained eye, he dozed idly. The truth was that Kyou never dozed, not really, and was merely listening quietly for his employees. There were lockboxes on the desk on either side of his feet - one for dogtags and one for cash - and he expected to have them full before the sun went down.
Betting was an illness as strong as drug addiction, or at least Kyou had always thought so. If his employees didn't pay, well... he would teach them a lesson. But until then he was content to wait and to listen, the red cross at his throat rising and falling as he breathed slowly, evenly.