I've decided to journal my activities through this war, I guess want to leave something of me in this world and I wanted to practice my drawing a bit.
I am a lowlife in the city of Trinual, a massive city and one of the most important in the Great H...
This is my first entry in the journal I've already destroyed two papers trying to start this off correctly and it's probably better if I just write normally.
Half the reason I started writing in this journal is how nice this notebook is. Sleek, black hard cover and easy on the fingers like porcelain without that same cold. It was truly something.
-I have to meet Maria at six for the monthly shipment
I will sometimes leave some of these reminders to myself, dear reader, just so you're not confused.
And I suppose if I'm leaving this for someone in the future to meet I should at least introduce myself
I am Julius, Julius Levisay
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I'm back from my meeting with Maria, we had to discuss how we'd sneak in our new morphine shipment.
There's been increased security ever since the city police have discovered the spread of morphine on the black market and the streets, some of the morphine is brought along the supplies that the city receives from the capital but it doesn't satisfy the market so some sharp witted merchants decided to make money and they don't even have to worry about the badgers harming them.
I should write more about Maria in the future she's basically the only person I socialize with nowadays.
And if I'm gonna report on my work I should buy a safe once I receive my salary.
Yes I do receive a salary from me and Maria's employer, Hound Henry. He takes our shipment and sells it all over the market we're "employed" by him to ensure that we don't sell to anyone else.
I guess it would be a good idea to think up some plan for how we'd sneak in this batch.
But to give some contex
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Henry Steen- the hound is a criminal master without the mind. From what I know about him he's climbed the ranks through intimidation and violence early on due to his size and uses these same tactics in his underground dealings
I guess he tried to do the same thing to me when he entered my abode not too long ago with less success than he would have desired
Pressed some point regarding entering morphine in, he's afraid that a competitor is rising up as he found traces of morphine that he assured us weren't any stashes he saved.
As to give context to what's going on. Morphine has been popular ever since the siege, soldiers use it the injured use it. This town probably consumes as much of it as it does water ever since last year when this siege started
And naturally this has been quite unchallenged due to the concentration on the siege.
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-obtain bomb through Henry's money -find suitable place to detonate bomb -use distraction to sneak in morphine
It's probably helpful to use this note for planning and organization right?
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Hers was a dreadful look when she heard my plotting. I thought she was impressed at first but it was more shock than anything.
She told me: "why take all this risk for one shipment we can find another way, but we're getting the one people we don't want to deal with, involved"
"High risk high reward, if we do this we can get a big shipment in and not have to worry about figuring out new plans for a while,"
She looked right through my head into the deepest part like she was investigating something in me
"And what's this gamblers mentality for, you that scared of Henry?" I had no idea if she was teasing or completely serious,
And next she spat a upmost ridiculous question
"I mean what are you doing all of this for anyways?"
"The same reason people do bad things, so they don't have to do it anymore"
"If you wanna be a straight arrow you wouldn't be doing all of this" she told
"Think about it and remember we have obligations"
She left after with no words of denial or acceptance
What was I doing this all for? Why am I moving? And where was I moving to?
I've no idea who I'm serving or what I'm even serving him. After the conversation I stepped into the bathroom, a grayness painted the room but not its walls or ceiling but its entire air was devoid of color.
I haven't looked into the mirror in a while
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