don't dead open inside {Python stuff}

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

Charon seems like an interesting figure because it was basically his job to ferry souls across the river styx to the underworld. To make sure they had a safe arrival, a fee of a coin was put in a body's mouth. This translation of him however, would turn him into a real actual factual sailor. He's probably intent upon building a perfect raft, and that's often where he an be found, at the beach building when he's not conducting business. He fancies that one day he could sail off the edge of the worlds into the underworld to finally be at peace. He believes himself to be ages old, a recycled soul that has been reborn again and again simply to act as a ferry man between worlds. Penelope and Learna were the first of the Libertines that Charon met. In fact, when they died, he distinctly remembers ferrying their souls across.

Not only does he build rafts however, if you're looking to make a deal with the devil per say, Charon is the one to go through. He can get rid of a body for you with a snap of his fingers, all you need to do is give him the proper payment. He can also connect you with a higher power to deal with the ones that still breathe first. His value is in his many connections that allow him to make a person disappear almost too easily. He can be found only in the seediest of establishments, always surrounded by a group of people, that soft, knowing smile on his lips. He's see the other side, you know, he's had near death experiences. He has an outlook on death far too old for his years, he's far from afraid of it. Only searching.

He's created all these connections over the years, a boy who just seemed to become out of nowhere. No one knows who his parents are, he's been wandering the streets since he was a toddler, alone since his beginnings.

Haven't told Cedric this yet, but I've got my ticket. 

Ain't that something? The judge ruled my case a self-defense after almost a year of waiting. If I'm being honest for once, I'm ready to go. I have so much to do outside of here, way better ways to spend my time than fucking off on my top bunk making a shiv out of a toothbrush. 

"That guys got to go! I swear, next time he puts his hands on me I'm extending my time here," and I just laugh most of the time he talks. Dude's always going on about something - it's the closest thing to television in here. Cedric's always talking about some weird ZTV special I never saw in four. It's interesting, I'm learning a lot from a guy who's favorite hobby is breaking glass. 

I'll miss our talks. 

When I'm on the other side, though, that's for sure. "Damn. You two went at it again?" There's this C-floor guy, Antonio, we only cross his shit when they let us out for recess, but our whole sector's hunting him down because of his charge. Don't get me wrong, I'm well with them. Get consent or get shanked, you know? 

But you know, I've always got some ulterior motive. I toss the plastic spoon over the table at Cedric's forehead before telling him, "what are you even waiting for anyways? That guy's a dick, half of B would help you do it." I think what I hate about this place most is the food. 

When I'm out of here, first thing I'm ordering is some hot wings. 

Truthfully, I'm already counting the days.