There was an extra kick in his step and a gleam in his eye as he sauntered down Broad St. A smile curled at the corners of his lips, hues glancing up and over the towering skylines and those that were under construction. He'd pause, contemplating on the possibility of owning one of these things--wait--hell, extorting the business more like it! A rather twisted grin perched upon his lips as he'd soon envision a mound of profit, ready to be harvested. He was an entrepreneur like anyone else who ran in this thing of ours. Trying to pave his way to another check and load his pockets with bills, it was simply his nature! He wasn't the first in his bloodline to run against the grain, against the stream of the Utopian society everyone wished for, no, Omerta ran deep within his veins. His grandfather once ran a group out of New Orleans 'The Saints' or something along the lines he was told, and his Great Grandfather even headed the city with a group of others, this thing of ours suited his character all too well.

He had certainly started off in the right direction, running errands for a man by the name of DavyJones. He didn't mind the appearance of the man, then again, he wouldn't dare allow himself to linger a stare for too long! After all, he had tentacles and barnacles, that sort! The thought of it caused his skin to crawl! Regardless, the man provided him with a roof and a job, he wouldn't be let down and would always be held to the highest of regards. Philadelphia was his city, a city with grand potential and endless opportunity!

Just as quick as he was sidetracked, he resumed his walk, dismissing his thoughts with a spat sent to the street. A smug grin perched upon his lips as hues gazed about, seeking out new challenges and hoping to broaden his network with the community and those who shared similar goals in this country. There were people to meet and people to extort! It was all simply business, now on to it!

Sin is in.

:Kramer watches the man walk proudly down the street in a new suit.  Though they do not know one another, he can see that they share a bond.  They are brothers in crime in this thing of ours.  Watching the man's gait and thinking this over makes Kramer proud on the man's behalf.  Pondering over what may have brought the man to this point makes Kramer think of his own story, and he walks a little taller: