"Graverobber?"
It was a gamble, for sure. He was like a bloody white rabbit, disappearing down holes and only showing up at particular times. Shi sure as hell felt like Alice, wandering and lost. So where was he?
The alleyway was dark and grimy, the old brick lined with slime and weather and dark deeds. Propoganda posters broadcasted the fateful night still all too recent and the long-anticipated face changing surgery due out in '57.
"Graverobber?"
After the opera, she'd been cold, in shock. Drove around it seemed like forever, and then she was home. She didn't know how long she'd sat there, staring up at the prison that had been her home. When at last she had the nerve, she got out of the car, told the driver to wait, and went to her room. Her usual hand bag, stuffed with a few momentos that she grabbed for some fear of future sentimentalism. A portrait of her mother. She wandered to her dad's room, trying not to linger, the smell of his musk and hard work - not a doctor running around in a hospital, but the streets of the city, murdering innocents - invading her nose. She tried to be quick, like a bandaid, and finally found a decent duffle bag, and dumped its contents, not caring to see what they were, but shook until she heard nothing more than rustling fabric, then returned to her room. Grabbed clothes, and dressed for going out. When she was changed, she then went back outside, not even taking a last look into the room. She'd gotten back in the car and told the driver to go back to where the festival was. If Amber Sweet knew she could find him there, Shi could, too.
"Graverobber?"
A dark figure stepped out into the streets - not the man she was looking for, but a dark, dingy, dirty looking man with beady eyes and a snarl on his face. Shi gasped as he stepped into the light, eyeing her down.
"What can I do you for?" he said, impatient.
She paused, not sure what to do. "I'm looking for the Graverobber," she said.
The man smiled. "I am a Graverobber. What can I do for you?" His grin was lecherous, and Shi suddenly realised how alone she was in this dark alleyway.
"I-I'm looking for the other one," she said. "He-he has a pale face. Colours in his hair. A...a deep voice," she added, the last part in a whisper. For some reason that voice was in her head, now. Crazy as he was, running around in graveyards and the like, he seemed to be the only person she trusted at the moment. And she was counting on that.
The graverobber spat to the side, not pleased by the answer, but changed his look. It was more of a scowl.
"You one of his scalpel whores, eh?" he asked. He gave a snort. "Wouldn't have pegged you for a whore. You look clean." He grinned that dirty smile again. "You fresh?" He reached out a hand, and Shilo backed up.
"I just want to talk to him," she answered, a tinge of a growl in her voice. She was relieved that there was at least some emotion there.
The graverobber gave a grunt. "Alright. He'll be along, then. Wait here." And with that, he went back into the dark door he'd slipped out of and disappeared.
In the street, Shi let out the breath she'd been holding. If she was going to have to deal with these people, she really needed a way to defend herself from the creeps. Looking around, she spotted a trashcan nearby, and sat herself beside it. At least if she put herself in a small corner she'd be harder to see...