[b]---Joshua; A Day To Remember---[/b]
Most people avoid Joshua, and others intentionally bump shoulders with him and grunt in an antagonizing manner. Such is life in the Circuit. Children are uncommon sights indeed, but teenagers are often the beginnings of the most hardened criminals in the Circuit and, while they are more uncommon as frequent visitors, the occasional one is spotted still.

Joshua, being a frequent visitor and a decently known associate of the triads due to his courier work, would not have any trouble avoiding serious hassles however. His path through the main cavern of the Circuit isn't impeded much, and within a timely fashion he finds himself following one of the obscure paths that the Triads mark as their territory to the side cavern that his Shifu had set up as a rudimentary dojo- doubling as a meeting ground for the Triad leaders when meetings and discussions were to be had.

The location did shift every so often as new leaders came and went, and paranoia set in, but thus far Joshua's Shifu had always been a part of the moving process.

As Joshua approaches, a single gunshot is heard erupting from the tunnels ahead of him, where he knows just around the corner is the dojo itself.

[b]---John Doe; Cold Hard Cash and the Big Man---[/b]

John's beer is swept off the table by one of the nameless faces of the bar as he tosses his cash to the 'tender, and the somewhat familiar and, thus, comfortable cycle of John's visits finds itself repeating. John arrives, gets a drink, pays for it, leaves- and someone else, and as far as John is aware it's the same person every time, takes the drink and downs it for him. Almost a ritual of sorts, if one were to shine it in that light.

John's movements through the Circuit are unimpeded. He's as faceless down here as anyone else, and knowing him he'd try to make that doubly true- well, aside from the few contacts he needs in order to work his trade that is.

And one such contact is readily apparent in the Market- one Victor O'Henry, a loan shark known as the 'Big Man' of loans down in the Circuit...generally speaking, it's well known he's one of the driving forces behind the Circuit's economy, almost singlehandedly funding a vast majority of the Circuit's clandestine efforts and attempts at organizing into a competent force- a mostly futile effort, but the man wields impressive power nonetheless due to his loan shark nature, his mafia rivaling the power of the triads and Patchwork Gang [The Other gang, to summarize].

The Big Man sits in the Market, at his usual position in the far back recess of the cavern where his extraordinarily large bodyguard, known as Lead Mike due to his considerable strength and power, stands abreast the Big Man's chair.

On the table before the Big Man is a white card, adorned with stark black words which signal who he seeks to speak with next. None dare approach him save those he himself wishes to talk to, and today this card has none other than...

[i]John Doe[/i]

written plainly across its surface.

[b]---K4b00m; A strange start---[/b]

K4b00m//Emmi finds herself, once again, in the Circuit physical. While the Darknet Circuit that she frequents and prefers is more her style, this last job she was offered was a bit more big ticket in comparison to the standard hack job she would be offered- and she could easily assume that would be, at least in part, due to the difficulty of the task.

Lucy's Lovehouse, as she suspected, is a brothel. Its musk and rancid stench of perfume and sweat is difficult to get past, but when she steps through the front entrance of the tent flap that guards the tunnel used for the brothel an orc, of all things, carrying a large, lever action, shotgun of all things, just studies her.

"Yer not here for the gerls." the Orc grunted, before jutting its chin towards a side tunnel. "Room was rented for ya by 'anonymous', but no girl was bought out. Must have ya an admirer, sweetheart."

The orc's guttural laughter followed suit.

"Eh, don't care. We got paid, I don't even care if you go into the room."

and with that the Orc leaned back against the wall, shotgun in hand, as he reached down to a small wooden table and picked up a lit cigar, bringing it up to his fanged mouth and inhaling deeply, eyeing Emmi over once with dissatisfaction before shutting his eyes and seemingly dozing off in the same instant- the shotgun still firmly gripped in hand.

The tunnel he had directed Emmi at was, most definitely, separate and secure in comparison to the tented main cavern of the brothel, with its low ceiling. She could assume it was usually rented out for private jobs- but what she does once hearing this information that the room was set aside for her is up to her.