Lunch Break [Day 1, Midnight, Open]

[Ikkit the Bastard]

He sat on a chunk of rotting wood by the edge of the Ditch and, after a quick look at his surroundings, fished a dried ratout of a pocket and quickly gnawed away at it.

Pickings were lean tonight, which made him glad he'd picked up some extra work. He could find plenty of the usual useless crap, the one-penny-for-five kind of stuff, but nothing for the higher-end.

But that was just life. Some nights you found nothing on the shore but a few broken bottles and signs that someone else had gotten there first.