Post by Danny Ravensdale on Jul 27, 2015 21:11:49 GMT
A cordial invitation to Edel, and a standard invitation to anyone else interested in joining.
The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon above the city of Lodan. Shadows stretched between the buildings as the sleepy city began waking up for the day, or going to sleep to prepare for the night once more. The aroma of fresh baked breads wafted from the various bakeries across the city as laborers and merchants alike stopped by for breakfast on the way to their job. All in all, not an unpleasant scene. Except in the Hovel...
In the hovel destitute men and women were already well into their day. Small gangs of children and teenagers targeted anyone who looked like they'd make an easy mark while adults took anyone that wandered by. Men and women stood on street corners, not selling their wares, but their bodies for a chance to eat today. Instead of the savory aroma of baking bread, the scent of blood and filthy bodies and rot filled the air. There were already killings happening, but nobody who could do anything about them cared, and nobody who cared could afford to look out for anyone except themselves.
Danny drifted through the Hovel like a ghost, having spent most of her life learning how to survive down there. Stay out of sight of the big ones, make yourself look tough for the little ones. Pick out who you could and who you couldn't take down. And most importantly, always have an escape route. The stronger people could afford to be brazen. They made examples of people regularly... but it always came back to bite them. They'd get taken in their sleep, or ganged up on. They never had to think about trying to run away. And that's what always got them. But not Danny. Danny always had a way out. Nobody ever followed up.
The morning sun was just peeking over the horizon above the city of Lodan. Shadows stretched between the buildings as the sleepy city began waking up for the day, or going to sleep to prepare for the night once more. The aroma of fresh baked breads wafted from the various bakeries across the city as laborers and merchants alike stopped by for breakfast on the way to their job. All in all, not an unpleasant scene. Except in the Hovel...
In the hovel destitute men and women were already well into their day. Small gangs of children and teenagers targeted anyone who looked like they'd make an easy mark while adults took anyone that wandered by. Men and women stood on street corners, not selling their wares, but their bodies for a chance to eat today. Instead of the savory aroma of baking bread, the scent of blood and filthy bodies and rot filled the air. There were already killings happening, but nobody who could do anything about them cared, and nobody who cared could afford to look out for anyone except themselves.
Danny drifted through the Hovel like a ghost, having spent most of her life learning how to survive down there. Stay out of sight of the big ones, make yourself look tough for the little ones. Pick out who you could and who you couldn't take down. And most importantly, always have an escape route. The stronger people could afford to be brazen. They made examples of people regularly... but it always came back to bite them. They'd get taken in their sleep, or ganged up on. They never had to think about trying to run away. And that's what always got them. But not Danny. Danny always had a way out. Nobody ever followed up.