Now. Though James wasn't from this part of the woods (or shit-hovel, as it was), he did know a few things, one of which being this: where there were doctors, there was medicine.
Medicine, when used correctly, was basically just drugs. But like, the sort of drugs people didn't give you shit for.
And so, totally nonchalant despite only wearing a purse he'd found and a scarf wrapped around his waist as a make-shift skirt, the thief sneaked towards the infirmary intent on either: finding something clear and injecting it into his veins, or finding something powdery and sticking it under his tongue.
Medicine, when used correctly, was basically just drugs. But like, the sort of drugs people didn't give you shit for.
And so, totally nonchalant despite only wearing a purse he'd found and a scarf wrapped around his waist as a make-shift skirt, the thief sneaked towards the infirmary intent on either: finding something clear and injecting it into his veins, or finding something powdery and sticking it under his tongue.
[steps on my own emotions and grinds
them into the dirt with my heel] anyways.
them into the dirt with my heel] anyways.
