Farenheit stood upon the stoop. It was an abandoned home where he's been living at. He was homeless, but that's not anything new in his opinion. He's lived off abandoned homes all his life. He was munching on a sandwich and heard a conversation as a prostitute entered his territory. She was barely dressed and she picked his street to be her employment spot. Farenheit was disgusted and threw the sandwich across his direction.

As the girl stands around, across the street he gets up. Out of the shadows there walked a man in a leather jacket approaching the hooker. She was assuming he was looking for her company.

Hooker: Hello darling, looking for some fun?
Farenheit ignored the comment for a few seconds until he was directly over her. His face looking down upon her. She smiled looking up at him.

Farenheit: My kind of fun involves slitting the throats out of trash crapping pigs.

Farenheit pulls out a blade and flashes it towards her direction. "Get going missy!"

The hooker was unalert and stood her ground. She was not willing to get off her location.

Hooker: You don't scare me @$$****1
Farenheit: Neither does herpes

The hooker swung her leg to kick him in his genitals. Farenheit grabbed her leg in an instant and threw her leg back at her. She fell on her backside. Farenheit walks off ignoring her. "Stay outta here girl...Leave your trash to sanitation!"

Faremheit walked up the steps to the old abandoned house. He looked down upon the hooker with no remoarse for his actions. As she was on the ground trying to get up he screams out at her once again "There's no need of your kind around here...why don't you learn how to become a housewife and maybe we can talk....now get outta here!"

Farenehit grabbed a bottle of rum from his side and took a drink from it, having difficulty pouring the drink through his leather mask. He hears foot steps approaching the area and stays in his darkened property upon the steps hidden in the shadows, waiting.

Farenheit sensed someone approaching. He assumed it was the usual crackhead looking for an easy way to make a buck. He stood up looking straight ahead. He was annoyed already, and anything else goes wrong he may just lose his composure. "Look, I don't know what you're doing round here...I suggest you find somewhere else to get a hit."

"No help needed here missy." Farenheit continued to stand, waiting to see if the one with the soft voice will dare approach him any closer. He holds unto a pocket knife he possessed recently from a victim. The blade remains at his left side while his right side faces the person he cant yet identify. "If there's anything you'de like to help me with, maybe you can keep the trash ouuta my block"

"huh huh" Farenheit chuckles. "I wasn't really expecting you to accept my offer...Well in that case, if you hear anything about anyone being a dirty corrupt pig just give me the 411 and I'll handle the rest....don't worry bout get bloody, leave that to me." Farenehit observes the figure and admires her form of secrecy. `I guess there are people like me.~

"For someone as dark as you, you sure contridict its meaning...Im farenheit but just cuz you know my other name don't make us friends girl...By the way, you got experience in this sorta trade....knocking pigs around for a living?"

Farenheit smiled deep within his mask which covered any of his expressions. He was somewhat pleased to find someone willing to help him out a bit without getting too involved. "You sound a bit confident, it's not as easy as retrieving cats off high trees....or walking an old woman across the street." Farenheit pauses for a few seconds, thinking on something and then continues. "Well I've got a nice reward if you can help me out on this...500 per info..........And I'de also like to know what your talents are missy...Guns, knives,martial arts.....purse-slapping?"

Farenheit grins underneath his mask hidden from the outside world. "Well, I have to say.....this may be a nice bargain here, for starters I'll give you a thousand just to show you I'm serious about this." Farenheit wasnt expecting her to return, he was almost sure she'd run with the money, but he didnt mind. Money was not the world to him, he's been poor enough to live with what he had....not much.

Farenheit passes his hand out holding a stack of hundreds, some had blood remains on them which he didnt mind at all. "I don't care what you do with it, if you need any artilary I can provide you with some, just make sure I get what I need...Any false information means a dead man who shouldve been alive, and my conscience would hurt me so much Ide have to kill you."

"Disregarding my offer i see. If this were the MOB Ide be offended....however I can respect yourstandards. Money aint nothing to me either." ~If she only knew I were homeless...I bet her bras would snap when she finds out.~

Farenheit smiles, his facial expression hidden underneath as always. He was brough up in a cold world, and he's grown so adapted to it, that he became cold himself.He pulls his hand back and returns the money back to its location. "Well Dia...get back to me when you find something, If you can't find me here its probably because I already found you."