[@The Savant]


[color=00a651][b][h2][center]THE RATMAN [/center] [/h2][/b][/color] 

A lone figure in the city was scavenging around some trash, hoping to find something he could sell. He searched for these items and hummed a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XulvnXo6BJk]song[/url] he had heard before. This figure was the Ratman, a local eccentric scavenger. From what he could find, it was nothing worth selling. Although some of the items he could use. He put the items into his backpack while muttering some words. He was elated to have gotten the junk from the garbage. “[color=00a651]Good, good loot.[/color]” He muttered as he made his way out onto the street. He got some strange looks from the few people who noticed him. Giving him a peculiar look, but he didn’t seem to notice. 

Jonathan walked down the street while still humming the song that played in his head. His next task was to return home to collect a “package” to be delivered to a potential buyer. He stopped in front of a television to watch the broadcast. Few other people were watching, and only a few broke their gaze to stare at Jonathan. “[color=00a651]Pretty woman.[/color]”  He murmured, seeing the woman standing at the podium. He had experienced the earthquakes before; it usually didn’t bother him when it did happen. However, it could be a nuisance. He would have to be careful if he ever scavenged in the caves in the foreseeable future. 

As the broadcast ended, Jonathan left the side of the street and returned to his apartment, walking past some civilians and the occasional undesirable deep in their world. He opened his apartment door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He walked past some big boxes of things he had scavenged, unpacking the garbage he had picked and putting it into an empty box in his bedroom. He stopped to visit his pets, who were cockroaches inside a glass terrarium. “[color=00a651]Hello, Laurel. Hello, Hardy.[/color]” He said, gently tapping the glass. Walking over to his bed and taking out a small box underneath. He pulled out a small vial of white liquid and a needle as he opened the box. Sitting on the bed, Jonathan rolled up his jacket sleeve and tapped his arm with two fingers. When he found a vein, he extracted the liquid with the needle. Soon enough, he injected himself, feeling the constant pain somewhat subsiding. Jonathan put away the vial and needle underneath the bed after he was finished. 

His next stop was to grab the “package”  in his lab, which was inside his apartment's spare room. He had gotten the equipment from people in the Gray Market. The drug money he would get from selling would be used for implants, drug equipment, implants, and food. 

Jonathan picked up the package he had prepared a few hours ago and put it into his backpack. A few minutes later, after packing a few things in his backpack, he left the apartment, remembering to lock his door again if he wanted his apartment ransacked. This particular instant had happened to him quite a few times. He was told to meet the buyer at a restaurant. The trip to the restaurant was not very eventful. Walking down the street, the tall masked man sang another [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=udOvf8LqLYg]song[/url]. His voice seemed to echo through the streets. His singing was baritone and somewhat raspy. 

As he entered the restaurant, he noticed a group of men sitting inside a booth. In the middle of the booth sat a tall asian man with sunglasses. This man noticed Jonathan standing at the entrance and was ushered to the booth by some men who Jonathan presumed were armed. One of the guards walked along with Jonathan to the booth. The scavenger sits down in front of the man. 

“Do you have the package?” He said curtly while staring at Jonathan. Jonathan chuckled from underneath his mask, nodding his head. 

“[color=00a651]Yes, yes, we have the package. Hahaha. All the spice you will ever need, haha.[/color]” Jonathan said, which got a strange look from the Asian man. Jonathan took out the little box and handed it to the Asian man. The man took the package and motioned for one of the guards to give Jonathan a small money envelope. Jonathan took the envelope before asking if the Asian man wanted a reading of his fortune. The man declined the offer, which greatly disappointed him. “[color=00a651]Thanks for doing the biz chaver.[/color]” He winked and clicked his fingers like a gun at him.

As he left, the Asian man gave him another strange look, probably wondering why he even dealt with him. But Jonathan had the best drugs in the city, so there was some reason to do business with the strange man. Jonathan left the restaurant, whistling. He wanted to spend money on food since he hadn’t eaten since the morning.