Breland City Time Square

Niclet Infection wrote:

Babysitter Needed!

A sitter is needed for our young son. You will be requred to stay with him at our home between 4pm and 6am the following morning. Payment will be roughly 3-4x the usual going rate for sitters to make up for the harsh hours and our son's... "antisocial" personality. However a credit card or personal effect of significant monetary value must be placed as collateral. Leaving before 6am will result in an immediate breach of contract and forfeiture of the collateral. We live in a fairly... afluent neighborhood as well and so would ask that you be presentable as such but exceptions may be made for those with proper qualifications. We hope to be seeing you soon!

Spade wrote:

Spade rode around on his custom bike, the golden oddity was catching the occasional eye here and there, which was all right with the biker who slowed the vehicle down as he rolled up to the curb to check out the information board and map of the city. He was a tall, usually quiet man who kept to himself most days, but it had been a while since he been in the sizzling Breland City air, and he needed to re-familiarize himself with the surroundings.




Spade adjusted his jacket as he stepped off the bike, and began heading over to the billboard. Spade was a tall, lean, muscular framed man of about 26 years of age with dark hair and purple eyes. Clean shaven and attractive as well, and carried himself with the look of an ex soldier, ADN military would be the pin on the donkey's rear as his ADN Survival/Combat knife was visibly hanging off the belt of his jeans in the ebony leather sheath:



He was ex military though, been so for a while- not that he would bring it up or talk about it, even if addressed; Spade was... a reclusive character, and liked to remain anonymous and mysterious to those who even knew him.

"Lessee here..." he mumbled to himself, chewing on a toothpick to keep the urge to smoke a cig out of his system, as he read through the advertisements and other such junk posted beside a map of the city. "...babysitting gig? No thanks, heh." he chuckled, and continued to scan the board for something worth his time.

Lady Reiko Hime wrote:

Spade wrote:

Spade rode around on his custom bike, the golden oddity was catching the occasional eye here and there, which was all right with the biker who slowed the vehicle down as he rolled up to the curb to check out the information board and map of the city. He was a tall, usually quiet man who kept to himself most days, but it had been a while since he been in the sizzling Breland City air, and he needed to re-familiarize himself with the surroundings.




Spade adjusted his jacket as he stepped off the bike, and began heading over to the billboard. Spade was a tall, lean, muscular framed man of about 26 years of age with dark hair and purple eyes. Clean shaven and attractive as well, and carried himself with the look of an ex soldier, ADN military would be the pin on the donkey's rear as his ADN Survival/Combat knife was visibly hanging off the belt of his jeans in the ebony leather sheath:



He was ex military though, been so for a while- not that he would bring it up or talk about it, even if addressed; Spade was... a reclusive character, and liked to remain anonymous and mysterious to those who even knew him.

"Lessee here..." he mumbled to himself, chewing on a toothpick to keep the urge to smoke a cig out of his system, as he read through the advertisements and other such junk posted beside a map of the city. "...babysitting gig? No thanks, heh." he chuckled, and continued to scan the board for something worth his time.

An old flyer flapped as the wind blew, advertising 'The Fox Hole' in Little Beijio district of Breland City...

Spade wrote:

Lady Reiko Hime wrote:

Spade wrote:

Spade rode around on his custom bike, the golden oddity was catching the occasional eye here and there, which was all right with the biker who slowed the vehicle down as he rolled up to the curb to check out the information board and map of the city. He was a tall, usually quiet man who kept to himself most days, but it had been a while since he been in the sizzling Breland City air, and he needed to re-familiarize himself with the surroundings.




Spade adjusted his jacket as he stepped off the bike, and began heading over to the billboard. Spade was a tall, lean, muscular framed man of about 26 years of age with dark hair and purple eyes. Clean shaven and attractive as well, and carried himself with the look of an ex soldier, ADN military would be the pin on the donkey's rear as his ADN Survival/Combat knife was visibly hanging off the belt of his jeans in the ebony leather sheath:



He was ex military though, been so for a while- not that he would bring it up or talk about it, even if addressed; Spade was... a reclusive character, and liked to remain anonymous and mysterious to those who even knew him.

"Lessee here..." he mumbled to himself, chewing on a toothpick to keep the urge to smoke a cig out of his system, as he read through the advertisements and other such junk posted beside a map of the city. "...babysitting gig? No thanks, heh." he chuckled, and continued to scan the board for something worth his time.

An old flyer flapped as the wind blew, advertising 'The Fox Hole' in Little Beijio district of Breland City...

Spade glanced over the flapping paper, checking an aging advertisement underneath it before losing interest and took a look at the Fox Hole's flyer. "Hmm... whats this...?" He asked himself as he began to peel the aging flyer off and look at it more closely. "The Fox Hole...?" He read the line out loud, and began to inspect it closely...