The otherworld had a rich variety of districts to cater for the countless varieties of people that come here; crazies, the war mongers and even crooks, there was somewhere that gave them a homey feeling. If there was one thing that Darren had learnt in his life, it was that where ever there were people, there was a profit to be made.
Darren stood against one of the ageless pillars in the scholar district, scanning every passer by with his ever watchful 'eyes'. In his line of business choosing the target was as crucial as the methodology and the skills of the artist, as his death taught him not leaving evidence was no use when scamming people who are not bound by the law. In the otherworld there was no written law for Darren to shield himself with, no loopholes he could manipulate; the only thing he had to save his skin here was his own skills. The scholar district was filled with those who pursued knowledge; from the wannabe philosophers from the classical Greek period to a simple librarian from the 20th century they congregated here to satisfy their intellect. Intellectuals as they were, there existed a fine line between knowledgeable and smart; and a good portion of the regulars here lacked the latter.
Darren's jaw opened very slightly, this was the closest thing to smiling for him now, as he found his fourth mark of the day. He saw a man appearing to be in his 50s exiting one of the nearby libraries with a handful of documents and books; his attire appeared fancy to say the least and the style was probably contemporary to Victorian Britain. Darren quickly plotted a path to intercept with his mark and set off merging seamlessly with the surrounding traffic of people. As the mark walked past him made the interception
" 'Scuse me, d'you know where I can find the New Athenian library?"
Darren tried to emulate a posh London git the best he could, and at the same time he quickly scanned the covers of the books his target was holding, the illustrations and the words he could see. The two proceeded to share a brief conversation and the two parted ways after the man pointed Darren to the Library he had just come from. As Darren strolled into the library he placed a half empty wallet by the reception desk, waltzed right back out and if he still had a face he'd be grinning. Reaching for a cigarette and a light in his jacket pocket, he made his way towards the Twilight Rose as he figured he could burn up some of the money he just made.