#fourthorse

"They could hear me scream for miles."

                they know him well, around here. too well, maybe. where others say see this crowd is nothing but junkies, party knows them as confidants, informants. if there was any piece of information he needed about a friend of a friend of a friend, poison knew he’d find it here. never did the hacker indulge in their party favors, despite being offered plenty. he simply talks to them, gets what he needs, sometimes offers cash in return ( though he knows what they’ll use it for ), and dissolves back into the shadows. hood is pulled a bit further over cherry hair as he approaches rachel, holding up a dim phone so she could see the photo of a slimy looking man.  ‘ know anything about this guy? ’  party murmurs under his breath, flashing the picture at her before burying the cell back into his pocket.  ‘ comes around here sometimes, has a lot’a money that he don’t need. ring any bells? ’     @fourthorse​.