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Well, it certainly wasn't easy but Ricky had managed to do it. With one hand holding the crumpled up flyer and the other pulling a makeshift sled with a suspiciously large and... human shaped cargo, he managed to achieve his goal of properly digging up a body that this anatomist so desperately needed.
Admittedly, it was a rushed decision. He had seen the flyer in a puddle outside the tavern he decided to spend the night in as to avoid the rain. A little drunk, incredibly bored and desperately broke, why wouldn't he take the opportunity? He didn't know how much it would pay but he assumed it would be more than he would earn trying to find scrap metal, so what did he have to lose? Jail time?
It wasn't hard to find a sturdy shovel and a sack. Some snooping around and quick wit, he managed to steal what he needed with little to no fight outside of an old man who had bitterly grumbled. He had a positive name for himself and, after insisting he was good for it, ran out into the night with his tools in hand, ready to get what he needed done.
The work was grueling but nothing he wasn't used to. Ricky wasn't an idiot, though, and chose the freshest grave to dig. Was it a bad decision to do this all on a rainy day? Sure. Definitely. He didn't care, though, and while it caused him to sink a few times and made it more difficult to pull the body out, it did soften the coffin enough to pry it open without much struggle. Where the true challenge came from was subtly trying to bury the grave back up. It was haphazard and there were not-so-subtle signs that there had been a robbery but he sure as hell tried his best and that was what mattered, right?
So, in the early hours of four in the morning, Ricky had miraculously managed to be subtle in his travels... despite being covered in mud and carrying a suspicious, adult man sized sack around. He took the back road as best as he could but it was inevitable to be greeted by some and, thanks to his more positive reputation by some, he was able to spin a tale that he had found a job working for a farmer. It made no sense, he knew that... but it was apparently convincing enough for the occasional passerby.
He had found the school pretty easily. He had heard rumors of it by his friends, those of whom often taunted the students and their wealth. While still a bit inebriated, he somehow managed to appear at the front door. He was a poor sight to be seen, What with being completely soaked and caked in mud, but who cared? What mattered was the body, that of which was relatively pristine bar a bit of rot around the left food.
"Oi, this is the right place, yeah? If not, this will be quite awkward," Ricky teases after a hearty knock on the door. There was a full possibility that no one would answer due to the early morning but, if that was the case, he would wait. He was desperate for some extra coin and waiting a few hours would be worth it. "I, uh... read your flyer. I think I've got what you want?"
Admittedly, it was a rushed decision. He had seen the flyer in a puddle outside the tavern he decided to spend the night in as to avoid the rain. A little drunk, incredibly bored and desperately broke, why wouldn't he take the opportunity? He didn't know how much it would pay but he assumed it would be more than he would earn trying to find scrap metal, so what did he have to lose? Jail time?
It wasn't hard to find a sturdy shovel and a sack. Some snooping around and quick wit, he managed to steal what he needed with little to no fight outside of an old man who had bitterly grumbled. He had a positive name for himself and, after insisting he was good for it, ran out into the night with his tools in hand, ready to get what he needed done.
The work was grueling but nothing he wasn't used to. Ricky wasn't an idiot, though, and chose the freshest grave to dig. Was it a bad decision to do this all on a rainy day? Sure. Definitely. He didn't care, though, and while it caused him to sink a few times and made it more difficult to pull the body out, it did soften the coffin enough to pry it open without much struggle. Where the true challenge came from was subtly trying to bury the grave back up. It was haphazard and there were not-so-subtle signs that there had been a robbery but he sure as hell tried his best and that was what mattered, right?
So, in the early hours of four in the morning, Ricky had miraculously managed to be subtle in his travels... despite being covered in mud and carrying a suspicious, adult man sized sack around. He took the back road as best as he could but it was inevitable to be greeted by some and, thanks to his more positive reputation by some, he was able to spin a tale that he had found a job working for a farmer. It made no sense, he knew that... but it was apparently convincing enough for the occasional passerby.
He had found the school pretty easily. He had heard rumors of it by his friends, those of whom often taunted the students and their wealth. While still a bit inebriated, he somehow managed to appear at the front door. He was a poor sight to be seen, What with being completely soaked and caked in mud, but who cared? What mattered was the body, that of which was relatively pristine bar a bit of rot around the left food.
"Oi, this is the right place, yeah? If not, this will be quite awkward," Ricky teases after a hearty knock on the door. There was a full possibility that no one would answer due to the early morning but, if that was the case, he would wait. He was desperate for some extra coin and waiting a few hours would be worth it. "I, uh... read your flyer. I think I've got what you want?"