A Day in the Life of Felix

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12:01 am.
A figure adds the finishing touches to a spray-painted mural, before stepping back, wiping his forehead with his sleeve. His artwork, a giant crown associated with the small gang called the Kings, is just inside the territory claimed by the Skulls. He takes off his goggles and mask, before placing them in the bag at his feet.

Next to him, his phone buzzes as he gets a text. He sighs, running a hand through his hair, before reaching down and unlocking his phone with a long and unnecessarily complicated passcode.

Quinn:
- Felix its past midnught go the fckk to slep

Felix:
- no u.
- also lol, loving that spelling

Quinn;
- ffuc of

Felix chuckles slightly, before rummaging through the bag and pulling out a set of keys and an all black helmet to match his current outfit of a paint-flecked black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and boots. He sets off out of the alleyway as he puts on the helmet, walking straight towards his red motorcycle parked across the street.

7:45 am.
A shrill alarm wakes Felix up, as he blinks blearily at the ceiling. He contemplates life for a moment, before rolling over and slamming his hand down on his alarm clock, before sitting up and getting out of bed.

Pulling the windows open, he squints a bit, before heading to the bathroom.

7:50 am.
Felix squints into the mirror, studying his face. Blue eyes blink back from a young freckled face, all framed by wild purple hair, which he tousles.

"I need a new color," he mumbles to himself, sending a text to Calli, before exiting the bathroom to get dressed.

8:03 am.
Felix exits the Hellhound Bar underneath his apartment, holding a coffee in his hand. He promised Ryder that he'd buy an actual suit today and has a fitting at 8:30. Felix can feel people staring at him, eyes attracted to his vibrant hair, but he ignores them.

He hopes he won't be late for the fitting.

8:35 am.
He was late for the fitting.

10:24 am.
Holding a new suit, Felix reenters the Hellhound bar.

"Hey boss," greets Humphrey from behind the bar, "How was the fitting?"

"Well, at least I got the suit." Felix says, "Hopefully Ryder won't kill me for being late." He heads to the stairwell up to the apartments, before adding, "If you see him, tell him I got the art up for the Kings and Skulls!"

12:03 pm.
Felix:
- Ryder
- Ryder
- Death.
- Ryder did you get my message.

Ryder:
- What message.

Felix:
- From Rey.

Ryder:
- No.

Felix:
- I did the art.

Ryder:
- Why did you need to tell me this?

Felix:
- Because, Death, I feel like I should be informing my boss whenever I accomplish stuff,

Ryder:
- Don't call me Death over texts, War.

Felix:
- Touché.

2:03 pm.
A dark room. A blindfold is ripped off of a man's head as he squirms in his binding.

"Hello there." A voice croons in his ear, "Now here's how this is going to work. You're going to tell me what I need to know, or you're going to suffer."

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