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Ringmaster
Guest
Morning in London was a tedious affair. Outside the sound of hawkers, carriages and people to and fro would echo loudly, the small apartment rented by you for your needs taking in the noises and somehow, amplifying them. If anything, it served as a better alarm clock than anything devised now and in future. Around that point, the door would be opened as a figure stood over in your kitchenette area. Sitting on one of your stools and nibbling on a roll, before noticing you're up. A grimy little urchin, his grin flashes white beneath the soot as he touches the brim of his oversized derby hat.
"G'morning miss! Brought yer nums 'ere for ya, 'elped meself to one. I knows you wouldn't mind."
Janky Jeff, so named for his lanky figure despite his age of ten as he kicked out his legs idly from his seat.
"Got yer information on that chap you is after too. Sighted in Whitechapel, just last night so me mate says!"
@Rookry
"G'morning miss! Brought yer nums 'ere for ya, 'elped meself to one. I knows you wouldn't mind."
Janky Jeff, so named for his lanky figure despite his age of ten as he kicked out his legs idly from his seat.
"Got yer information on that chap you is after too. Sighted in Whitechapel, just last night so me mate says!"
@Rookry