<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1171.photobucket.com/albums/r554/onilobo1/Marcus_zps2f02e61d.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Marcus "Ghost" Walker<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Late morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fu Leng's Laundry & Tailoring<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Dirty and in dire need of a wash<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jia Li<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Marcus guided the rolled cigarette to his lips, lighting it with a match as he nodded to the young woman when she appeared. His clothing was bundle up tight, heaving it onto the counter he pushed it towards her as he took a drag. "Yes, How long?" He asked, keeping it short and simple. Marcus did not tend to spend many days in time, one or two nights at the most during peak season, off season it was a little different.<br/><br/>A couple of dollars were placed on the counter, half of the amount, the other half would be paid once he picked everything up. As he waited for the young woman to process the order he looked outside and back to her. "What's the commotion in town?" He asked, feeling something was off but had not been in town long enough to pick up on all the recent gossip.