Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24595669-20160322024131/@comment-25389303-20160402142704

Any enthusiasum Smiler had had when he exited the art gallery quickly died away as he trudged through the empty streets. He'd sheathed his knife, and his usual grin had died down into a miserable smirk - something he found surprisingly unnerving.

As it turned out, the job of a hitman was a lot easier when you knew who you were hunting - something Smiler had quickly come to realise. Now he just wandered the streets aimlessly, eyes flicking back and forth as he searched for his next victim, but finding none. To make matters worse, he felt one of his usual headaches beginning to surface - an annoying, scraping pain which felt like some kind of rodent was clawing away inside his head, scratching at the insides of his skull.

Simply put, he wasn't in a very good mood.

But then, out of the corner of his eye he saw something. He turned towards the flash of movement, but as he did so he thought he saw it duck away again into the shadows. It might have been just a Creep or something, but it was the first sign of life he had seen since leaving the gallery, so decided to investigate.

As he walked past, he casually peered into the alleyway from which he though he saw the figure disappear into, but was disappointed to find nothing of interest inside. He shook his head and continued walking, but after just a few step he heard a loud rumbling nearby. Looking down, he realised that it was his own stomach making the noise, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

...I guess I did miss lunch...

He looked around, and smiled when he realised that he was standing right next to a cafe. Without a second thought, he walked up to the double glass doors and pulled, delighted to find that he wouldn't have to smash them open as they silently opened without complaint.

''Well that's convenient. ''Smiler thought, as he entered the shop.