[u][b]Downtown-Infront of a small empty building that has gone out of business[/b][/u] He stands there with a grin on his face and a can of white spraypaint in his hand. He admires his work, even though it literally isn't much, just "For any and all odd jobs call The Crimson Creeper(charges up for negotiation)" in sloppy but legible letters, he included his pad number underneath for easy contact. "You see Rom" he addresses his Foo-Dog companion "They key for finding odd jobs is by going to a place with not only alot of traffic, but alot of trouble as well" He flips the can of spraypaint in his hand a few times "People have a tendency to want to avoid trouble, so therefore are a bit more prone to be willing to hire a middle-man, moi, to take care of whatever task it is that burdens them" The dog sits and pants a few times. "This will definitely contribute to keeping us funded, now let's go find other spots to tag, only Downtown tho, cause I'm pretty sure this is the only place where I can get away with this type of vandali- erm, advertising" He says as he puts the can of spraypaint in his bag and places his longboard on the ground. "No seriously, I'm sure police here have more pressing matters than street art, now let's go!" He says with enthusiasm as he begins to roll on his board, Rom lets out a bark and begins to jog at an equal pace. ((Any fellow punks(or anyone really) need a helping hand? Put your request here))