AGE
26
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Seamstress
UNSORTED
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Post by Razivia Tichy on Jun 17, 2019 4:15:06 GMT
[attr="class","vacantwraprt"] [attr="class","vacantborderrt"] [attr="class","vacantbordertwort"] [attr="class","vacantpatternrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]My mother told me
that the world has got it's plans. I wanna hold 'em 'til | [attr="class","vacantholderrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]they burn right
through my hands
Don't ask me questions
cause I'm tired
of confessing
And I know that
it's not much
to say but I
swear that I'd
like to change
| [attr="class","vacantspacert"] [attr="class","vacantpostrt"] [attr="class","vacantdecort"]☼ She wasn’t unfamiliar with the state of things. The decrepit buildings holding god knows what in this street. And the people handling the goods go from rough cutthroats all too savvy brokers, starved for the cash their goods throw in lumps upon their laps. Stolen, pried from cold hands, or dug up from some lost culture to Eos’ massive growth. There was something for everyone. And she can’t say she hasn’t used the services of these shady folks. The one that can’t or won’t go gather their own fetch, she’s worked with when she’s not in her own shop. Or if not them, she was not above grabbing something that seemed valuable on her ventures. Razivia wasn’t keen on the strong opinions of those outside it on the black market. To her underneath it all, people were merely doing all they could to survive. She couldn’t wrong them for what they’re doing, even if their relics are a bit… scalping in price. But it all had a purpose here. People hired people like her to gather whatever the hell they wanted. Illegal or not. That money paid her. Paid themselves. Paid their prison sentence off for their rather untasteful practices according to those in the government. But what can one really expect any of them to do when everything about Fersen was well… unsavory. They had to find their own bone to gnaw somehow, right? That’s what the standoffish woman told herself. What choices did anyone here have being as that never have or will be given a chance. Even herself. It why the mutant moved down the streets, just barely freshened from her home. She had goods to turn over and it was good money. That was exactly what was on her agenda for returning to her shop to work on pieces to sell. She had gathered some items she knew would peek some’s interest and she was down to strike the deals for some cash. It all went to saving so her grandmother may know the luxury of the other districts. The mass of off-white hair flitted this and that way around her, wild from a fresh wash. She dipped in and out of the shady crowd seeking out who would give her a fair dollar for her work of recovery and tossing away that said work the moment that happened. A lot more than she expected, as she shifted it in her fingers before passing it in a pouch in the safety of her loose clothing, layered away in it’s wrapping. She decided to browse as she made the slow stroll back to her shop, as it gave her an idea what people looked for in their items, and who knows. Maybe she can nab something precious for her grandmother at home to enjoy. It also allowed her some… distance from shifty hands and reckless faces. | [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]👤
[attr="class","vacantmovert"] [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]🎧 [attr="class","vacanttabtextrt"]lily allen - sheezus
[attr="class","vacantmove2rt"] [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]💬 [attr="class","vacanttabtextrt"]minding her own biz [attr="class","vacantimgborderrt"] [attr="class","vacantimgrt"] |
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AGE
26
GENDER
MALE
FACTION
CITIZEN
OCCUPATION
MERCHANT | SURGEON
UNSORTED
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Jun 17, 2019 16:28:33 GMT
Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 17, 2019 16:28:33 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] The hustle and bustle of the Great Bazaar was nowhere to be found here, obscured by a network of alleyways that either led to closed doors or cul-de-sacs reeking of death and rot. The black market, as people coined this sad little zone, was far from your conventional market where one could simply take a leisurely stroll through the stalls, sampling and picking at the merchandise on display. No, doing that here is only a surefire way to attract the more unsavory folks lurking about in the dark, looking for easy prey to mug and steal from so they could in turn make their ends meet.[break][break] However, even here, deep down in the tubed bowels of the ancient, decrepit, and still deteriorating district known as Fersen, things held their allure. Contrabands, forgery, even stolen goods that needed to change hands at dirt cheap prices - as long as one knew where to look and who to talk to. Oh, but do keep your head down and your coin pouch close to your skin. And don’t make a fuss, Raimell repeated the mantra in his head as he weaved through the crowd, the lightweight rucksack on his back bobbing up and down with each step. [break][break] It wasn’t easy, making it here on foot all the way from the edge of Ordan, since he didn’t want to attract any unwarranted attention to the bag of goodies he’d been carrying by taking public transport. Sedatives, stimulants and toxins meant for more than household pests, each of them a timed bomb waiting to go off should a security guard check his bag by chance at the airship port. However, he knew these drugs were coveted here in Fersen, and all that risk carrying them here would be more than compensated once he emptied his bag in exchange for the items he coveted instead.[break][break] Today, said items happened to be high caliber Lacrimas that’d normally cost an arm and a leg at any authorized shops in Ordan. He had hoped for a bargain, and the people here did not disappoint: he was able to snatch a set along with plenty of everyday supplies, and with pocket change to spare. Maybe he could even make it back to the safer side of the City before dark, Raimell thought, secretly pleased with his efficiency as he draped an unassuming gray cloak over himself, covering his hair and hiding the bulging rucksack on his back. Now he looked like a dwarf with a hunched back, mingling with the crowd of miscreants, all of whom looked just as miserable, all of whom…he blinked when a set of light, tall and fluffy rabbit ears entered his peripheral, tilting this way and that ever so slightly as it seemed to pick out various sounds from the ambience.[break][break] And why the hell would there be a giant rabbit here in Fersen? Raimell cast the thought aside as he quickened his pace and raced towards the front of the crowd, eager to satiate his own curiosity. The pair of wobbling ears never left his sight, and as the crowd thinned, he finally managed a good look at what would turn out to be…a dark skinned lady with rabbit-like features, garbed in what he’d only assume the dress of a nomad, since he rarely saw citizens looking like that - and in Fersen no less![break][break] And that piqued his curiosity even more. What business would a woman like her even have here? A shopping spree? That’s exactly what the dainty little shops in Ordan existed for. Thrill seeking? And what, get robbed in the back of an alleyway? Raimell fell in step behind the rabbit lady, half curious and half concerned for her well-being, yet unaware of the fact that he was starting to single himself out from the rest of the crowd just by trying to keep up with her steps. |
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AGE
26
GENDER
Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Seamstress
UNSORTED
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Jun 21, 2019 17:45:02 GMT
Post by Razivia Tichy on Jun 21, 2019 17:45:02 GMT
[attr="class","vacantwraprt"] [attr="class","vacantborderrt"] [attr="class","vacantbordertwort"] [attr="class","vacantpatternrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]My mother told me
that the world has got it's plans. I wanna hold 'em 'til | [attr="class","vacantholderrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]they burn right
through my hands
Don't ask me questions
cause I'm tired
of confessing
And I know that
it's not much
to say but I
swear that I'd
like to change
| [attr="class","vacantspacert"] [attr="class","vacantpostrt"] [attr="class","vacantdecort"]☼ She didn’t mind the first few moments. No, her mind was trying to look around at what was being offered among pop up shops, stores without signs that were set up at odd spots, using the decay of their home to their advantage. Some was setup on a slow crumbling pillar, a building with an open door but a sort of bouncer guarding the day and selectively allowing people in, another just sitting in the corner of an alley on a carpet rolled out and sitting watch over their hoard as people peered. Some hawked for attention, some gave a passing glance. It was simply the surroundings she was too familiar with. It’s why it took her barely a minute to pick up on the sound of the same footsteps casting behind her. Razivia hardly had the issue picking up such a thing as her ear twitched back towards him. It wasn’t like she carried a cadence in her step. Her mind slowly switch gears as the seconds ticked by and the steps kept trying to mirror hers and she became hyper aware of her follower. Why would anyone follow her? It was foolish thing because if it stays just him, well… She can handle a singular person if he was planning to jump her for her money. The woman knew her home, as pissed as she was over the state of it all. And she was no fool, she made sure anyone that tried to toy with her knew that. And she was going to have to add this one to that list. Especially since now she just wanted to tuck her hard earnings out of her clothes and into the floorboards of her house. Or better yet, retreat to the safety of the shop she kept. She’d have to shake him before that. She refused to lead someone that was so willing to follow her to anything that was her safety nets. Especially her home. She cares too much about what or rather who was there to be so foolish. Moments more and there was a topaz eye rolling over her shoulder to see what sorry sack she’d have to deal with. To her surprise, they were a lot smaller than she was figuring, not realizing the hunch wasn’t part of his natural posture. Regardless, the smaller he appeared didn’t spare him in her mind. This just simply… annoyed her. Another problem. Another complication in her life, as mild as it was, she still planned to cut it out quickly. Her steps started to grow as her attention turn forward as started to work out what she wanted, the way to lose him by slowing him down with the crowd and dipping into a side path. And if that didn’t work, well. Whatever would have to come would come, she thought as started to weave around people as one ear kept tuned to where his scuffing steps was and if it was fading. | [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]👤
[attr="class","vacantmovert"] [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]🎧 [attr="class","vacanttabtextrt"]gorillaz - andromeda
[attr="class","vacantmove2rt"] [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]💬 [attr="class","vacanttabtextrt"]the hobbit concerns her [attr="class","vacantimgborderrt"] [attr="class","vacantimgrt"] |
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AGE
26
GENDER
MALE
FACTION
CITIZEN
OCCUPATION
MERCHANT | SURGEON
UNSORTED
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Post by Raimell Windsor on Jun 23, 2019 3:13:35 GMT
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[attr="class","raipost"] Raimell wasn’t sure why he felt the need to look away when the woman looked back. Maybe it was her expression, or lack thereof, that made her seem unapproachable. She must’ve been wary of something. Realizing that, Raimell turned to look behind himself as well, trying to discern whether there was indeed someone suspicious enough to warrant some form of intervention. A few eyes did meet his own, but more out of annoyance at his less-than-graceful provocation, so he quickly turned around…and found himself walking right into the back of a stranger in rags, who immediately jumped at the chance to grab hold and extort him for compensation.[break][break] As for the rabbit lady, she had somehow, in the span of a few seconds, worked her way up another crowd. The distance between them grew, and so did his agitation at losing sight of her. He just wanted to see where she was headed, whether she was getting herself into trouble, if she needed a hand. Was that too much of a thing to ask in Fersen? Raimell apologized profusely to the stranger who was still holding him up by the front of the cloak, but then he slipped away, the gray fabric phasing through the man’s fingers as if they were made of something ethereal. [break][break] Raimell resumed a brisk pace, squeezing his way through the crowd with relative ease still, both thanks to his smaller stature and at the expense of a lot of disgruntled cries. However, none of the angry passersby succeeded in apprehending him, as he would slip away every time they tried to make a grab for his cloak. The scene was almost comical, though Raimell himself paid them no mind. He just saw the woman make a turn into an inconspicuous alley, which didn’t stand out to him aside from a loan shark who was infamous for using blood pacts to bind his clients. [break][break] You can’t be serious. Well, she didn’t exactly seem like the type who was always short on cash, which made it all the more dubious that she made the turn without a second thought. Maybe he should actually try to stop her before something happened, Raimell thought to himself as he broke into a jog towards the very alley the woman disappeared into. |
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AGE
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Female
FACTION
Grimm Troupe
OCCUPATION
Seamstress
UNSORTED
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Post by Razivia Tichy on Jul 14, 2019 6:10:17 GMT
[attr="class","vacantwraprt"] [attr="class","vacantborderrt"] [attr="class","vacantbordertwort"] [attr="class","vacantpatternrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]My mother told me
that the world has got it's plans. I wanna hold 'em 'til | [attr="class","vacantholderrt"] [attr="class","vacantlyricsrt"]they burn right
through my hands
Don't ask me questions
cause I'm tired
of confessing
And I know that
it's not much
to say but I
swear that I'd
like to change
| [attr="class","vacantspacert"] [attr="class","vacantpostrt"] [attr="class","vacantdecort"]☼ Even with how brief her life has been Fersen, she easily knew who frequented where and when. It wasn’t a hard job when lived in there daily. And she, by now, had some familiarity to her for some. She knew she wasn’t exactly… unnoticeable. But Razivia went by on life mostly quietly if she had no reason to raise a hand or voice. And with her, there was an almost unspoken thing. Maybe it was the others that she passed, but regardless they have had a tendency to leave pass in silence. If you don’t bother them, then they don’t bother you, right? Well… Only certain circles, but she knew those circles. She knew of the loan shark, but she always kept her nose to herself, and he left her alone as she never bothered his business and he never bothered hers. Maybe it was in case she was a prospect customer, maybe it was just unnecessary to cross their paths, or that they just had nothing for each other to waste their time and energy for. But as Raz rounded the corner to cross through his business’s location, they only shared a passing glance, knowing expressions that something was amiss in their complicated haven from her presence and the noise of the people behind her wake. At least she wasn’t the only one that could tell. She was hoping her slipped worked, or at least deterred the hunched being off her tail. She didn’t want to spend her whole afternoon trying to lose him. Nothing ever went to how she hoped unless it involved her needle or other work. She was beginning to go back to a lesiured pace when she heard the familiar steps grow to echo in the alley. Ugh. Wonderful. She didn’t even bother to look back as her legs stretched to bring the brisk walk back. It bothered the woman how much someone couldn’t take the hint of stop following me. She was fully prepared if he keeps up to scare him off. This was a woman with no patience for this, she was never the one that needed saving since the incident with a bear when she was just really grasping her survivalist skills. And she wasn’t to be mess with either after that very same incident either. She had no problem remind people that she may not start anything with anyone she couldn’t finish, she’d also doesn’t take anyone’s annoyances. She didn’t care if his intentions were good or his plan was to try and poke at her calves to steal her money, he’ll eat the bottom of her dust coated sandal for his chase if he keeps it up for too long or gets too close. She had better things to do, like her other jobs or just go home for a bit, so on. | [attr="class","vacanttabrt"] [attr="class","vacanttabhovrt"] [attr="class","vacanttokenrt"]👤
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