Message #16455

[CrazyHobo]

Viktor Korzun woke up from his bed. As he realised, that its still night, he whispered "****...".
"Well, I guess I'll start the day as usual" - sayed the crazy russian of the Fangs.
He got up, killed a roach, that was under him, went for his closet. Opening it, he saw his usual 2 suits. One was a black LR8 suit - standart issue for the Athros. It protected well from most attack, but it wouldn't help much against a longarm. Viktor has been an athro for 4 months now, and the armour never got a scratch. Everyone, expect the higher ups, always asked him on how he manages to roam around the city unharmed, to which he simply replied "I have... dodging skills". Some black boots, black gloves, a black cape. That was his inner city suit, he wore it everytime he went outside the base.
"Why is it black? I am a **** emo or a goth?...oh...right. Camouflage" - realised the person.
"No point in being a glamorous **** these days. Now the hottest women wear either camouflage or are dead zombies. And we still don't have a frigging strip club here"
His other suit was a white labcoat. See, before the ourbreak, Viktor was a surgeon. So everyone called him either Crazyhobo or Dr.Scalpel. Crazyhobo because he was sometimes crazy, Dr.Scalpel because he was a damn good doctor. Though he isn't the main doctor of the Fangs, because Viktor prefers to roam around the city, instead of citing in the base like an idiot, hearing boring complaints from other Fangs about what is hurting them, be it either a mental problem or a longarm talon in their leg.
So Viktor puts on his inner city suit, because his day usually started from a looting run. No, his day started from breakfast first, so he first goes to the Wolf's den.
On the way there, as usual, a bunch of fosterns and cliaths were saluting him, he simply ignored it, they really have nothing good for him to say.
Making it to the twelve story, he saw the sign "The wolf's den", so he opened it.
His old buddy James, knows as Modemkill was waving him, saying "Anal Beads". So Viktor waved back, then went to the barman.
- What will it be, Vik? - asked Jack.
Viktor puts on two full boxes of .32 bullets on the table, and says
" I want...a coca cola...and cheese".
Suddenly everyone stared at him, surprised, that everyone grabs alcohol, while the russian grabs a cola. Damn stereotypes. They always think, that russians drink only vodka, while Vik really doesn't drink alcohol, nor does he smoke.
An Adren aproached Hobo and asked him "Sir, are you sure you want a cola?"

"Do you have something against a cola?" - replied hobo with an annoyed voice.
"of course not, I just though..."
"that I would grab a vodka? Yeah, that's what everyone usually things".
Jack gives Hobo his coca-cola and cheese, then takes away the two boxes, whispering "**** pocket change".
And so, Hobo grabs his "breakfast" and makes it to Modem's table.
While on the way there, he noticed the fresh human blood on Jame's cloak.
Sitting next to him, he asked "Let me guess... Ardent Angel officer?"
To which James only replied "Sorry, I can't say.
"
"well, I'm gonna finish this thing I bought and head to the city. Who knows, maybe an Ascending Dawn idiot went here, died and left his katana nearby. Or a VOID member thoughts too much of himself and died too, leaving a K-50M near his body. Or a damsell in distress is in need of help and I can get some easy booty from her. Only fate knows what's gonna be there"
James replied "Good lukc, mate."

And so, Hobo passes the large window, saying "Hi" to Flynn and Trat, but got no reply. He ignored it, went all the way downstaris, went to the gate, saw Sean and sayed "Open the door, I'm getting the **** out of here"
Sean replied "what, again?"
"yes...again. There better be no **** password, once I'm back"
Leaving the safe compound, Viktor wanders into the abyss of the burning city, like he did many times before.
Maybe he will get lucky and find something good. Hell, even food is nice. Some morphine would be good too.