Solomon rolls off his cot and onto the concrete floor. No, not on purpose. Sometimes you wake up the hard way. Groaning he drags a cigar out of his shirt pocket and strikes a match on his 5 o'clock shadow. That's better. Slowly dragging to his feet Sol is ready for the day. Same clothes as yesterday, Heh, they dont smell half bad. Eat a quick tab of acid, holster the cannon. Better go find some missing people today. Running low on medicine. Sol is color blind, but the hallucinogens make him see. Color? Maybe. How can he be sure since he doesn't know what color is. All he knows is the world is black and white. Except when the drugs work right. Then everything is art in motion. 

Stepping out onto the street he heads for the boards. You know the ones, where people advertise for their bullshit. Sometimes he can find work there for people looking for someone who's probably already dead. Oh well, if they want to pay him to confirm dead relatives then no problem. The street isn't level, and the sky is swirling angry (Is that orange? Why not. It's orange.) here comes the fun. 

Each step sounds like an earthquake shaking the ground. Partly because of his raw mass partly the drugs. Man feels like a badass giant when he hears that sound. Smashing the ground as he wanders up to the board Sol glances at the fresh listings and heads off towards Ellies house. Sol doesn't do protection but maybe her dumbass parents will throw him some cash for the warning. It's a short walk since he lives in the slums nearby. 

Coming to the listed address Solomon straightens his back and and pounds on the door by way of knocking. The hovel sways dangerously at the force being applied generously. The door cracks open revealing a nervous little weasel faced man with a knife. Sol breathes out a cloud of cigar smoke into his face before talking, [color=CD5C5C]"Someone already let you know what's comin. Good enough. You'd do best to find a new shitshack to live in for a while. Some of these fucks like to take kids instead of killin'em. If that happens look me up. I'll track the little wailing bastard down for you."[/color] Almost on cue the child starts crying again. Sol just shakes his head as he walks away. Need to go see the concrete doctor. But maybe just a quick nip first.

Stomping his way down the road Sol gets to the docks and spots his disreputable spot. The Serpent's Lair, they know and tolerate him there. And anyone who doesn't know him learns. The hard way. Reaching up as he passes through the door giving the bell an extra clang just for good measure. 

[@Drakey]