Darkest Street of London
Victor rolled his eyes again as he pushed Richard along “And this is surprising to you? Maybe you should looking to getting a body guard” He suggested before laughing, his wheelchair protected him from violence? A part of Victor doubted that “Yes well maybe you should look into installing a device that allows your wheelchair to pick itself up” He said with another snicker before taking a breath, the taste of cigarette ash was still on his lips.
He let go of the handles to Richard’s wheelchair when they approached a toy shop which made Victor’s eyebrow raise in curiosity “You live here? In a fucking toy shop?” Well if someone wanted to relive their broken childhood he wouldn’t stop them. Richard’s words almost made his stomach turn in disgust “So you like live here because you’re on your high horse so to speak? What happened if one day you wanna move? What the fuck is going to happen to the shop?”
He walked around and kicked some toys that were on the floor before turning to Robert and laughing “Yeah the place I come from is pretty damn different than this and frankly this place could use some cleaning up. Hire some maids or something” He suggested “And I come here because I have something to prove and that’s all you need to know” There was a slight growl to his voice but he tried to settle himself with another cigarette.
He took another drag and blew the smoke from his lips “SHE?” He questioned before shrugged “More than likely there are plenty of things about myself I’d like to hide but that goes for everyone” He stated “I just SHE doesn’t know about my family” He confessed with a roll of the eyes.
“And what the fuck is there to be scared of? I can always run away unlike someone, I think you’d be fucked if you had to run away. Ever think of making your wheelchair faster?”
A maid, a bodyguard - it was not difficult to imagine what life Victor had lived before he end up in Whitechapel. Robert had no money to effort such life and moved his wheelchair towards his bed. “You see this place if I could effort anything else I would but my choices are limited for many reasons. This shop was abandoned like many houses in Whitechapel before gang and dealers came here - the best place to live might be the Red Tavern, the lady pays very well for my adverts”
The Red Tavern was the local brothel and every week their mistress send one of her girls to pay Robert for daily adverts in his newspaper. At first he didn’t feel comfortable about this arrangement but knew he had no other choice to keep his paper alive.
“I doubt SHE would hurt me. After all I’m the one who creates her fame, newspapers have might and while nothing else changes in this part of London I will keep writing about her” Robert smiled when Victor spoke about his wheelchair. “I should ask my mate, he is an IT expert and might know how to invent something for my wheelchair”
