Alleyway

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Dark business that seems only suitable for the streets takes place here. Footsteps echo down narrow pathways that wind between dilapidated buildings.

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Whittie ~Ye Old Trash Wizard~: *Another laugh escaping, before he shakes his head.* No worries about me, I always find something. Besides I could just find a dollar store, get a few cans of chili, and a pack of dogs from the store, make 'em myself for alot less then Denny's, and I can spice 'em just right. *Giving the Italian Chef Finger kiss, to show perfection in the chilidogs.* Shoulda been a chef I tell ya. Oh well. *A snickersnort as his own sillyness*

Heather Hathaway: True and might actually be healthier for you. I work around here, so maybe we will cross paths again. **she nods to, then chuckles** Blessed be for your Safe Journeys.

Whittie ~Ye Old Trash Wizard~: *He blinks at the kind words, hmmming a bit to himself, before he gives a laugh.* Maybe lil one. Safe passage. *A soft chuckle, as he gives a little wave with the staff*

Heather Hathaway: **she goes around a corner and seems to disappear** ([Night and good RP])

Whittie ~Ye Old Trash Wizard~: (Ta ta) *He moves off to a little corner where he's set up for the evening*

Heather Hathaway: **a young lass looking no more than 20 years as she exits the side door of what appears to only be an abandoned, run down warehouse. Her ginger-red hair flows into low pony-tail that keeps her air out of her face, while wearing a tank-top, hip-sack belt & jean-shorts. Worn boots on her feet & a leather satchel-pack over her shoulder held by one of her fingerless gloved hands, which a galvanized steel band adorns her left thumb**

Heather Hathaway: **she does a quick walks though the Alleyways to head towards her job, gratefulness can be seen on her face for the slight shade the buildings provide from the sun and heat of this day ([currently 91 in KC and no real cloud cover]), though her enthusiasm has her occasionally doing a cartwheel or a sprit with a jump/flip off of a heavy dumpster/wall**

Heather Hathaway: **sighing as she gets to her location, the back door of the gym she works at. Glad nothing 'bad' happen; though, for now it is back to the grind she feels as she enters the building** ([Blessed Be])

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: A panhandler holds out his hat, "Change for the bus? I need fifty bucks to get to St. Louis..."

: "Anyone? Anybody? Fifty bucks?"

: But people walk past him like he's not there

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Luke (Busker): *Heading along the streets, he catches sight of a panhandler. He detours into a nearby deli, and emerges a few minutes later with a wrapped chicken sandwich and five bucks in change*

Luke (Busker): *As he passes the panhandler, he drops the change into the hat, and hands over the sandwich, if it's accepted*

Luke (Busker): *And then he continues on his way to his bus stop* *Gone*

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Raymond Bowie: *comes through the Alleyway thinking, and as he passes a possibly panhandler, he kneels & hands a sealed water bottle to (if they accept)* Try to stay cool. *places two Hamilton bills without the person noticing into their collect of things, then rises to continue on way*

Raymond Bowie: *comes to the edge of the alleyway in one part* I know I've been here before. *as he walks by a piece of urban-art that some gang has tried to tag over, but the beauty still shows*

Raymond Bowie: *leaves the alleyway as the sunlight of the day fades to twilight* [Gone for Now]

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