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[h1][b][u][color=9e0039]Alex Redd, ‘professional’ thief[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

Location: “Gotham city… my home. As for specifics, I believe I was near none other than ‘Wayne Tower’ itself… was it a good idea to be robbin someone near the very place which is owned by an orphan who lost their parents to a robber now?”

Mood: “I just need some quick cash, and then I’ll be fine to continue on. Although, not happy someone else is going after the same target.”

Health: “Been keeping up with my exercises, so things aren’t as bad physically wise. Maybe I could use a bit more sleep tonight after this robbery”

Interacting With: “Some xenomorph looking woman and another thief going after my target…”

Another day… another time to be alive right now. Well, he wished he wasn’t alive in this kind of state, but hey, anything to make a living out here in the city with the highest crime rate in the whole world, at least, for him. Not like he could afford leaving the entire place… and he much rather live underneath something that is a roof than out in the alleyways and in the trash, certainly far better to have been known as someone infamous (or not as infamous) like a bandit than a total nobody at all. The beginning of the day went fine, woke up in the same old ‘one star’ apartment building he has been living in for years now, having been interrupted in his sleep a couple of times due to his neighbor and their ‘buddy’ testing the bed springs again for the 2nd time in the week. It’s like they didn’t have anything better to do.

Anyway, there he was, preparing for yet another day of the same routine, eat the cereal that was affordable with a budget such as his, recount the money hidden somewhere (location shall not be mentioned, you thieves!) just in case someone tried stealing from it and reset all his progress back to zero, and cleaning his ‘equipment’ for ‘work’ today. What kind of work? Well, it’s a rather common way for others to get by in this city if they weren’t as fortunate enough to have a good childhood or school life.

And that was none other than robbery. Preparing the gas mask and grabbing his custom rifle and sheathed bayonet, putting both within the backpack, he decided to bring his ukulele as well. If he couldn’t find some good targets today, he could just provide entertainment to some streetfolk for small coin. Although, he need to make sure he is ready in the chance someone tries to pull the ole switcharoo on him. And now, returning to the present. Here he was, walking down the streets in his classic hoodie and jeans, is looks already seeming suspicious enough to look like someone who would rob you, especially down here in Gotham City. But some folk know best, and rather turn blind eye to such things. He couldn’t blame them, out here, much better being alive than dead.

It didn’t seem like he found any good targets so far, at least, not until he got closer to the Wayne Tower, what could be considered, well, for him, the center of all greed in the city. That’s where the billionaire Bruce Wayne lives, pretty famous man. Going out to parties, drinking pina co latas and all this fancy shit, while people like him are suffering out here in the streets, scraping by with barely enough to survive. But out here, it’s survival of the fittest, and Wayne was just given the ‘top dog’ position ever since his birth. Lucky bastard. Anyway, before he lost track, he found a potential target.

Some strange lookin woman, looked like her brain was shaped to be a banana or something. Weird, and the clothes and attitude surely didn’t fit as well. But, a target is a target, and it looks like no one is around to help them. So, quickly going through his bag, equipping his gas mask, grabbing his rifle and attaching the bayonet to the weapon, he was just about to start the good ole fashioned robbery, when he found another man, doing exactly that. Not surprising to see two people going after the same person, or maybe it was? He was clearly surprised by this.

But he wouldn’t let this stop him… he needed to survive after all. One missed chance could spell disaster if he couldn’t find more targets to steal from. So, he needed to take this risk. Approaching the two, the man aimed his rifle forward, mostly at the other man with the weapon considering he is the most apparent threat so far. He then said out loud [color=9e0039]“I’m sorry, I believe what he is trying to say, is that your ‘property’ belongs to me, and that he should leave at this very moment if he savors his own life. Beat it chump, I’m here to claim my prize, and I’m not letting some two-bit junkie attempting to threaten someone while failing miserably at the same time get this payout. Now, move along… or do I have to show you the proper way of threatening someone?[/color] as he kept his rifle trained upon the other man. Now, as much as it seemed like he would just go ahead and fire, he wanted to play the intimidation game. After all, being in the receiving end of the gun either ends in two ways, either A, this man clearly wasn’t expecting someone opposing him, and would run away. Or B, this man is either too high or too stupid to know the risks, and attempt to start a fight. We’ll, if it does come down to that, he’ll make sure he remains the last one standing in this…

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