[u]Rosskaya, Clock Metal[/u] Zhackie has walked these alleys do many times he could probably do it with his eyes closed.[i]Turn left here, walk down about 25 meters into the next alley...[/i] and there it would be. Snow crunched under his newly purchased snow boots as he traversed the alleyways, Rom following close behind him. "We'll grab something to eat in a bit boy, there's just something I have to see first" After a few more minutes of walking down empty alleys filled with freshly fallen snow, he arrived to his destination, the Clockmetal Plaza. [i]And there you are[/i] Zhackie thought with a twisted grin as he looked upon the mechanism that has threatened his very existence since he was born, just as he's always remembered it, the infamous guillotine. The rusted metal with tinges of frost, the crimson snow that always surrounded it, everything about this thing should be appalling, yet it stood in the middle of town with pride. Even now as Zhackie looked at it, it seemed to whisper to him [i]'I know what your are, and sooner or later you will succumb to the same fate so many of your kind have already faced'[/i]. Zhackie leaned against the wall, and waited. And it was happening. He was first alerted by the cheering crowd, the cheering of anticipation. There, two guards in uniform were dragging a man down to the device as several others stand guard. The cheering of the crowd anxious for blood, the cranking of the guillotine as the blade was hauled up, it was the same twisted symphony Zhackie has grown used to throughout the many times he has observed this. The cheering grew louder and faster the closer then man was dragged to the blade, the cranking ceased as the blade reached it's height. That's when a man wearing a black leather hood pulled a level and the blade dropped with all it's potential energy turning real. A grinding od metal, a slam as the blade stops, and a thud, it was done. The cheering turned from one of anticipation to full out celebration, louder, with more pride. The snow around the device seemed just a little redder. Zhackie smiled, [i]place hasn't changed a bit[/i]. He motioned to Rom to follow him and began to make his way back, strangely enough, he's lost his appetite. He shrugged, Rom could use the food. He continued down the ivory streets, looking at various stalls as he did. ((Open))