Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-25038310-20160329225125

"Yes.. I just don't, you know, think it's a.. valid price, y'know?" The woman stammered, as she twiddled her thumbs while anxiously looking at both exits of the narrow alleyway. She turned back to the man as she sighed, before looking down oncemore at the small package that was covered in a thin layer of plastic. Her very pupils narrowed as she looked at it, giving Sander the exact gesture he was looking for. The woman was a certified addict.

"Well.. This stuff isn't that easy to come by, Helga." Sander replied, as he placed it back in the trenchcoat of his pocket.

"Wait.. how did y'-.."

"You're Helga Unyfr. You used to work at the liquor store on Numidium street, number 87." He said as he cut her off abruptly, before turning around. "That was 5 years ago. It was only a matter of time before this place got to you. Thought you'd escape the bad things. Seems I was wrong."

He started walking away, leaving the woman slightly bewildered.

''Won't take long now. ''He thought. He knew how to handle things with addicts. They wouldn't let something slide that easily.

Either she'll kill..

He heard steps behind him. Just to be sure, he grabbed the revolver that hid inside the pocket of his trenchcoat as he continued on.

Or she'll beg..

He switched off the safety of the weapon with a small 'click', which was muffled by the thick leather surrounding the firearm.

Offer sexual advances..

He tried glancing over his shoulder, but it was rather difficult to see what she was doing without turning his head immediately.

Or comply.

A hand grasped the lower parts of his trenchcoat, as a small 'thud' arrived. Sander turned around with a grin as he looked down, seeing the woman on her knees as she sobbed, holding one hand to her chest and the other with a large bundle of cash.

Ofcourse she'd have enough. It'd be stupid to showcase the entirety of your money when you showed up to a deal. Unfortunately for her, those few gestures and the knowledge of recognizing an addict served him well.

For a brief moment, he had thought that she was going to unbuckle his belt, althoug he was rather glad that she wasn't.. that desperate. He wasn't here to get blown. His rent was due soon and he needed bucks.

It was rather unusual to remember her as the lady who always had that smug smile on her face as she said 'good day' to you as you entered her store, or 'goodbye' when you left. She knew that opening her own business in Black Falls would only get you so far in life. He didn't know the exact details, but when the store closed he hadn't thought alot of it, until he saw this. A fair lady corrupted by the usage of drugs. It was a pitiful sight, and he hadn't expected her to kneel down up to the point of begging for a fix.

He grabbed the money that was in her hand as he counted it, while she slowly buried her face in her palms and continued on sobbing, probably aware of what she was doing. Her hard earned cash, gone to using drugs for the next few hours, and then wanting more and more, and she wouldn't be able to stop until she died.

Although, was she aware of it? It certainly did not seem like it. Perhaps after a fix, before her addiction and the pain starts kicking in, she'll lie to herself and try to stop - before showing up to the same, dark alley for the coming months.

It was a hard job finding clients as a drug dealer - and if you think you found a heavy one, it will probably only be temporary. He or she would come to the same spot, same place, unable to haggle, give you money, but then a few months later he would stop appearing. He would head to a coffee shop, and then read another article about a drug addict found dead in his home, dying due to a heart attack or a stroke from cocaine. Even though it was mostly a verbal bond, it was sad to see them go. Not because he cared, but it would take a while before finding a new one.

Serving daily poison, over and over again with some jobs to the side. He got a certain pleasure out of it, and he learned that he had to stay away from applying the things he was dealing with.

He threw the package a few feet further, as she hopelessly crawled to it before going up. She hastily removed the thin layer of plastic before inhaling the white powder and smelling it, gasping in pleasure as she snickered to herself.

Sander looked on as he placed both of his hands in his pockets, before turning away and leaving Helga to herself. He couldn't help but surpress a grin as he felt the green paper between his fingers.

And right after, a vibration. His phone.