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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2015 23:24:00 GMT
Jess made her way through the slums' markets, avoiding eye contact as she walked. The makeshift stalls were either crowded with shady-looking characters, or virtually void of existence. Likely their owners were somewhere hidden, waiting for a potential customer - or mark. That was something she'd come to know very quickly when first arriving in Boston. She'd made her way up to a stall, looking to buy some food, only to have some gutter-punk snatch the ration cards she'd had hidden in her pocket without her even realising.
Now, though, ten years later, she liked to consider herself an expert of maneuvering the Boston slums. She always kept a hand on the pistol attached to her hip, and her eyes flickered back and forth searching for anything suspicious.
Today, though, she was just looking for someone who might need something, well...smuggled. Work had been getting slow since the military had been cracking down on the Fireflies; smuggling opportunities were in short supply considering no one wanted to get caught.
A rumble in her belly reminded her of how desperate she was getting. With a sigh, Jess pushed on wards, evermore determined. |
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Post by Seok Song 석 송 on Jan 10, 2016 14:45:59 GMT
| ❝ | Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?
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Seok's childhood friend and him had separated after they came from Korea to Boston. Seok joined the militia and his friend Ji Min Hoo had gone to the slums a few months after survival. All the koreans couldn't be taken in to the quarintine which was sad so some of them got sent to the slums or even worse, out in the big wide world.
Seok laid in his bed twisting and turning, he had no strength to get up and work or anything. He had recently found a photo of them and he missed him so much. They were closer than anyone, they did everything together but now.. Seok hasn't seen his childhood friend in over 16 years.
He was then determined to go see him. What was another korean in the slums, no one would know he was in the militia, to them the korean all look the same... right? Seok stood in front of the mirror trying to gain more courage. "they won't know" he said to himself. "Or would they??? nooo they won't..... ughh.. aiish" he took a big breath and straightened his shirt, it looked a bit shaggy so that no one would notice that he's from the quarantine.
As he headed out he tried not to get as much eye contact with other as much as possible. After a short while walking in the cold deep snow he was at the entrance of the slums. "Well this is spooky alright" he said quietly and headed into the nasty terytorium. Friendship ● @janehale ● I hope it's okay that I respond here / PEARL ( This is really a lot like Ruby rose and samantha but i couldn't come up with anything else :c ) |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2016 21:18:44 GMT
Jess found herself a spot to rest, shivering slightly from the cold. She rubbed her hands together, thinking about how she should look around and see if she could purchase a pair of gloves later that day. Winter was an unwelcome time in the slums. Everything was cold and wet, and she'd known many folks to make it to Spring with a few missing bits thanks to the frost bite.
Her eyes caught an asian man as he entered, and she immediately tensed up. He looked like any average bum you'd see on the streets, but she couldn't help but notice that despite his shaggy appearance, he looked...clean.
She straightened her posture and turned away, hoping he hadn't seen her. If this guy was some military spy, or lackey, or whatever, she'd be in deep shit if he caught wind of her. How would she explain why she was out in such crap weather, with nothing of particular importance to do?
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Post by Seok Song 석 송 on Jan 23, 2016 18:57:17 GMT
| ❝ | It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.
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It was dark and dump in the Slums. He tried not to look disgusted but it was hard. He walked through a lot of stands with disgusting and dirty people selling weird things like lizard bones to dangerous weapons. Even though he put on his ugliest clothes on he still felt out of place. How do people get this dirty? He kept on walking looking around for asian people in hope he might recognise hit childhood friend.
After a short while of wandering on the dirty streets of the Slum he noticed that a woman was looking at him, well everyone was looking at him but this girl seemed to know his secret somehow. "oh god oh god" he thought trying to cover himself as discreetly as he could. The woman then turned away and he let out a big sigh in relief. He quickly forgot about it, trying to focus as much as he could for his friend. He had to find him, but was it even worth it. He didn't know if he's changed and was a full on bandit or something. He hoped that he still was the sweet child from across the street.
Friendship ● @janehale ● disgusting place this be
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