"Man... this is getting repetitive..." Rendaz groaned while his eye twitched. Taking another glance at his latest kill, he spoke to himself once again. "The hell is up with Rum Town and its surplus in shady counterfeit pocket watch salesman in an alleyway? This is the tenth one this week. They holding a convention nearby? There some secret society?" He scratched his cheek in wonder. Last he checked, the place was called Rum Town, not Rum and Watch Town. Well, maybe it also associated itself with pocket watches but chose to stick with just Rum Town because it was more aesthetically pleasing. Who was he to judge?
Walking over to the body, he dislodged the knife impaled to the dead man's head and wiped the blade clean with a handkerchief he had taken out from his coat. He made sure to thoroughly clean the blade whilst he hummed a tune from his head. Putting both items away, Ren then performed a few stretches before hefting the heavy corpse over his shoulder and walked over to a large trash bin in the alleyway where he proceeded to dump the body where it plopped down with the rest of the garbage. Ren pinched the bridge of his nose when the stench hit his nostrils, keeping his gag reflex in check. If there was one thing he was never used to when it came to killing, it would be the horrid odor of a corpse.
But this time the dead guy just naturally reeked.
"There you go, guy. This'll be your new digs. At least until someone finds ya. Uuuuhhh... don't mind the smell too much, okay? You need that to hide your smell. Otherwise it might be a dead giveaway... err, well, you kind of are, so I guess there's no point in-why am I talking to you again?" Carefully placing the lid back onto the bin, Ren turned around and walked away. He didn't make it far when his shoe hit a small lump on the ground. Curious, Ren knelt down and and inspected it. "Huh. He dropped his wallet." He opened it up and stared at its contents.
'Okay, just how can he make this much money selling fake pocket watches? Clearly, I've made a mistake in choosing my career because, apparently, selling pocket watches is where it's at.' He thought in annoyance and opened another compartment. 'Aaaw, this guy has a family. How quaint. Gotta say though, you must have had some good genes in you to have such beautiful daughters.' Closing the wallet, he rose back onto his feet and contemplated on what to do next.
"Hmm... I may be a murderer, but I'm no thief." He joked. He went back to the trash bin and opened it again, tossing the wallet. "You forgot this. Didn't your parents ever tell you to be careful with your belongings in life?" Closing it shut once more, he took a few steps away from the bin before crouching down and taking one leap into the air, disappearing in a cloud of dust. Spinning while in mid-air, he took this time to look around the area; noting that there were no people around. 'That public execution thing still going on? Must be something if it's got everyone in one place. Maybe I should go check it out...' Safely landing on the roof of a building, Ren stealthily moving to where all the commotion would be.
Walking over to the body, he dislodged the knife impaled to the dead man's head and wiped the blade clean with a handkerchief he had taken out from his coat. He made sure to thoroughly clean the blade whilst he hummed a tune from his head. Putting both items away, Ren then performed a few stretches before hefting the heavy corpse over his shoulder and walked over to a large trash bin in the alleyway where he proceeded to dump the body where it plopped down with the rest of the garbage. Ren pinched the bridge of his nose when the stench hit his nostrils, keeping his gag reflex in check. If there was one thing he was never used to when it came to killing, it would be the horrid odor of a corpse.
But this time the dead guy just naturally reeked.
"There you go, guy. This'll be your new digs. At least until someone finds ya. Uuuuhhh... don't mind the smell too much, okay? You need that to hide your smell. Otherwise it might be a dead giveaway... err, well, you kind of are, so I guess there's no point in-why am I talking to you again?" Carefully placing the lid back onto the bin, Ren turned around and walked away. He didn't make it far when his shoe hit a small lump on the ground. Curious, Ren knelt down and and inspected it. "Huh. He dropped his wallet." He opened it up and stared at its contents.
'Okay, just how can he make this much money selling fake pocket watches? Clearly, I've made a mistake in choosing my career because, apparently, selling pocket watches is where it's at.' He thought in annoyance and opened another compartment. 'Aaaw, this guy has a family. How quaint. Gotta say though, you must have had some good genes in you to have such beautiful daughters.' Closing the wallet, he rose back onto his feet and contemplated on what to do next.
"Hmm... I may be a murderer, but I'm no thief." He joked. He went back to the trash bin and opened it again, tossing the wallet. "You forgot this. Didn't your parents ever tell you to be careful with your belongings in life?" Closing it shut once more, he took a few steps away from the bin before crouching down and taking one leap into the air, disappearing in a cloud of dust. Spinning while in mid-air, he took this time to look around the area; noting that there were no people around. 'That public execution thing still going on? Must be something if it's got everyone in one place. Maybe I should go check it out...' Safely landing on the roof of a building, Ren stealthily moving to where all the commotion would be.
