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So He is shunned. Ignored!

No coin flows from his purple lips his fingers are not greedy with it like they should be!

His family is dead or have abandoned him and here he is asleep in an alley alone cold and broken in so many ways not even the great DEVIL would count it up.

Devil have mercy!

This man, this thing awakens his one eye opens, it is a rather interesting eye, the color is not normal. The eyes of most large populaces are similar as deems a wide and expected culture.

There is a dreariness to the normal that appeals to money making enterprises. Noctropolis and greater Virility are no strangers to this truth.

Keep the people down!

Complacency is the tool that drives the people.

Coveted by the wealthy is any Opiums that will shackle the ignorant populaces and keep Virility complacent. Too much trouble and wham! What crawls out might be someone’s secret life revealed. That’s not good for the wealthy, the powerful, who clock their daily pursuits in shadows so that their purple stained lips can lie more efficiently.

His other eye opens and his clothing is what he has worn for months. Usually he doesn’t remember what happened to him the day or night before.

He finds himself in the various cages and places where poor people must be gathered. After all, too many men and women dead in the gutter of Noctropolis might get out (meaning the Press) causing embarrassment and pity!

There is a dangerous feel to this one though, he is docile enough as befits all homeless! These monsters luckily keep alone and only gather sometimes in tents and other makeshift gear cheap and tawdry are the fashion of such losers! Didn’t put in! These drug fiends!

His clothes are dark, a dress shirt, that looks like a very dirty ribbed white tux shirt and many stains unknown dot and smear it’s once lily white softness. Over the breast of this man the shirt is torn revealing his emaciated thin muscled pectoral muscles to his man tit. His pants are black jeans, skinny and dirty, they certainly haven’t been cleaned for many days and his shoes are slip ons, no shoelaces, they are well worn and torn.

He is thin.

Heroin thin.

He is dangerous and thirsty, this scary homeless person.

Clay Scott Brown. NOCTROPOLISDOCFILE (Kindle Locations 23-42). Kindle Edition.