Earlier that day Hemlock was looking for work. He was unemployed and made his money by doing various tasks or missions that he found on a obscure board somewhere off in town. He couldn't tell you where it is, but he could show you the way because of how confusing and complex it is to get to this board. This message board was one for tasks or duties of illegal or unusual nature. Breaking the law wasn't something Hemlock loved doing, though not all of the requests on that board broke the law, but he needed a way to pay for his expenses. The sole reason as to why he even left his home and came to this island was to make money, well that was the spoken reason. The true intentions were more for becoming more than what he already was, not a celebrity or world renown individual, but more than just a tall guy in a suit.
So on that board this day there were the usual requests, "Kill blank" or "Need sex?" Hemlock wasn't into the usual, as the usual usually meant a getting his hands dirty. There often would be multiple jobs than just the regular, however there was only just a single job this time. On a nice white crisp piece of paper pinned to the board written in black in was a job with little to no information on it. It simply gave a few words as to what the job was, the time and location of where to meet the client. The job was detailed as a pick up, and to meet the client at one of the various local bars which Hemlock knew all of very well at 5pm. A task such as this being so vague and little in detail is an easy red flag, however meeting your client at a bar filled with people is one of the safer places to see them. Additionally, Hemlock had nothing to loose. There were no other jobs available on the board which he would even consider taking, so what was there to loose? There was little to nothing someone could take from Hemlock, and everyone in his family is poor so holding him for ransom is a no. Lastly the vagueness of the job means that Hemlock can back out once he doesn't like what he's hearing. Hemlock concluded that he would take the job. So Hemlock removed the paper from the wall, folded it, put it in his pocket, and went on his merry way waiting until 5pm.
It was currently 4:55pm, Hemlock was 5 minutes away from meeting his client. The sun was ready to leave and have the moon take its place. It's departure changed the sky into a beautiful reddish orange. Hemlock was wearing his regular suit which was currently being covered by a white leather trench coat. The local bar which the paper spoke of was one that would only be frequented by the locals. It was known for being less populated than most bars, but had a laid back atmosphere with a good selection of alcohol for a good price. Hemlock was on track an walking to the bar and began second guessing himself, "What if what I am told holds me liable and thus forces me to complete the task otherwise my life is threatened?" another thought then popped up into his head, "Suppress the thought, until I actually find out what I've gotten myself into, right now it's just bringing unwarranted worry. I take the same risk every time I take on a job off of that message board." Hemlock took a deep breath and looked at his watch, it was 4:59pm and he had made it to the entrance of the bar. Standing in front of the entrance of the bar, Hemlock took one last deep breath for good measure and walked inside.
As he entered the bar, he didn't pay attention to the details, he simply scanned the room with a quick glance and noticed that it wasn't packed but there were a few folk at the bar. Nothing really caught Hemlock's attention as dangerous or suspicious, so he walked deeper into the bar, until he found an empty table to sit at. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs making a squeaking noise and sat down. Sitting there, waiting patiently for his client.
So on that board this day there were the usual requests, "Kill blank" or "Need sex?" Hemlock wasn't into the usual, as the usual usually meant a getting his hands dirty. There often would be multiple jobs than just the regular, however there was only just a single job this time. On a nice white crisp piece of paper pinned to the board written in black in was a job with little to no information on it. It simply gave a few words as to what the job was, the time and location of where to meet the client. The job was detailed as a pick up, and to meet the client at one of the various local bars which Hemlock knew all of very well at 5pm. A task such as this being so vague and little in detail is an easy red flag, however meeting your client at a bar filled with people is one of the safer places to see them. Additionally, Hemlock had nothing to loose. There were no other jobs available on the board which he would even consider taking, so what was there to loose? There was little to nothing someone could take from Hemlock, and everyone in his family is poor so holding him for ransom is a no. Lastly the vagueness of the job means that Hemlock can back out once he doesn't like what he's hearing. Hemlock concluded that he would take the job. So Hemlock removed the paper from the wall, folded it, put it in his pocket, and went on his merry way waiting until 5pm.
It was currently 4:55pm, Hemlock was 5 minutes away from meeting his client. The sun was ready to leave and have the moon take its place. It's departure changed the sky into a beautiful reddish orange. Hemlock was wearing his regular suit which was currently being covered by a white leather trench coat. The local bar which the paper spoke of was one that would only be frequented by the locals. It was known for being less populated than most bars, but had a laid back atmosphere with a good selection of alcohol for a good price. Hemlock was on track an walking to the bar and began second guessing himself, "What if what I am told holds me liable and thus forces me to complete the task otherwise my life is threatened?" another thought then popped up into his head, "Suppress the thought, until I actually find out what I've gotten myself into, right now it's just bringing unwarranted worry. I take the same risk every time I take on a job off of that message board." Hemlock took a deep breath and looked at his watch, it was 4:59pm and he had made it to the entrance of the bar. Standing in front of the entrance of the bar, Hemlock took one last deep breath for good measure and walked inside.
As he entered the bar, he didn't pay attention to the details, he simply scanned the room with a quick glance and noticed that it wasn't packed but there were a few folk at the bar. Nothing really caught Hemlock's attention as dangerous or suspicious, so he walked deeper into the bar, until he found an empty table to sit at. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs making a squeaking noise and sat down. Sitting there, waiting patiently for his client.
