Just another night in the sewers

[SilverXslash]

it was dark, damp and more than a little bit smelly



'Just like home'

Was Williams thoughts on the matter, the green eyed, brown haired nosferatu had just woken up from having spent the day sleeping in the sewers, it wasnt exactly luxury accomodations to say the least but it was all he had at the moment. He had spent a few weeks in London and so far had no luck whatsoever in finding a suitable target for his first 'payday' He really needed to find a proper haven, even a run down apartement would do as long as it was better than these sewers and whatever other dark corner he could find to sleep in. On the bright side the place had plenty of rats and other critters he could feed from, as that was what he was doing right now, catching the things werent even that hard for someone with his supernatural abilities. They did however taste vile, but you gotta do what you gotta do and so here he was, tossing the rat corpse aside he pondered on what to do next.

[Admin]

As you toss your rat aside, you hear something rather unfamiliar in the sewers. The sounds of a guitar drift echo through the tunnels, bouncing off walls and the stagnant water as they drift through the man-made labyrinth. You're no expert, but the play sounds skillful. Perhaps not professional, but certainly handled by someone who knows their business. The tune sounds vaguely American, of all things. A southern-sounding tune, begging for an old man crooning about his farm and tractor that that isn't there. The music shifts and swells over time, but shows no signs of stopping, except brief, few-second pauses intermittently placed through the seemingly-impromptu performance.