So, the host provider did an emergency update and reboot on all their servers (Thanks Spectre/Meltdown). That took the server down earlier for a bit and ever since it's been back up, it's been a little laggy (which is also causing the counter to suck). Everything seems to be set up to run properly on my end. Hopefully, the provider will sort itself out over the course of the next day or so.

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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Heather Hathaway: **a young lass looking no more than 20 years as she starts down the Alleyway midday with a sprin in her step. Her ginger-red hair is styled in a low tail to frame her face, while wearing a loose wrap shirt, 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, the left one's thumb bares a galvanized band on it**

Heather Hathaway: **in a vacant area of the alleyway as she walks to work, Heather decides to attempt a cartwheel & backflip combo - which she does rather well ([2017-08-04 10:41:45 Heather H. rolls 5 dice to Athletics 5,9,7,7,10]). With a grin for doing the 'childish act', for no one that is an adult should do such things on impulse alone, she continues to be joyful while continuing towards the backdoor of the parkour gym she works at**

Heather Hathaway: **looks about the alleyway carefully before she enters the building of her employment, leaving the Alleyway as empty as she found it** ([Gone for now, Blessed Be])

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David Fionndamh <Busker>: His slightly larger that five and a half frame seems more road-weary than his mid-twenties age would suggest with a simple t-shirt, threadbare jeans with some minor rips and a pair of worn hiking boots. With a hiking pack and a thin instrument case on his back, his face is clean shaven with tanned skin from being outdoors, his unruly red hair is pulled back into a tail ((usual for picks of Steven Segal)) and has the scent of 'Irish Springs' on him as he looks to the cloud filled sky as he walks.

David Fionndamh <Busker>: He looks about as he travels down the back alleyways of the city, knowing that they are usually quieter that the main streets - though knows to keep up his awareness. Living on edge means you are alive, and David was not a dead-man yet.

David Fionndamh <Busker>: He gets as far as these Alleys will bring him to where he wishes to go, and with a smirk he goes to the Streets knowing something it seems that David believes is his own to know.

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Luke (Busker): *Pads barefoot along the sidewalk, a young man in a rumbled khaki Utilikilt, his blonde dreadlocks pulled back into a rasta-colored sock, a plain black tee shirt topping all. He sings to himself as he goes, a Marley tune. A quick look around, before he ducks into the alley with a grin*

Luke (Busker): (('rumpled')) IC: *Once out of sight, he gives a soft whoop, and speeds up, to take the longer, yet faster route to his bus stop, hopping the fence at the end of this alley easily. It's good no one is watching him do this; he's wearing nothing under that kilt...*

Luke (Busker): *He keeps his grin, happy to stretch his legs. He keeps a fast yet somehow lazy pace to his running, disappearing around a corner, on his way to his destination* *Gone!*

:[OOC Chimera Lurker]: So, the brushing Busker is wearing the 'Scottish Skirt' in the traditional manner. The player has guts, for it shows Luke has balls to be himself.

Old Tom: *Making his way through, he finds a cardboard box and crawls inside, muttering to himself as he tries to get comfortable*

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A White Persian Cat: *Slinking through the alley, tail high and twitching*

: *in comes a girl with LARGE bags and starts decorating the church with Crochetted and Knitted Blankets/Hats/Scarfs/Gloves all over for any and all who are in need or want*

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