Cid Istrad (ex_themage941) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-05-17 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, cid istrad |
Who: Cid Istrad and OPEN to Multiple Responses.
What: Cid's at the Bazaar.
Where: The Bazaar District
When: Today
Rating: TBD
Status: OPEN and In Progress
Cid wandered into the Bazaar District over two hours ago, not really with any real plans other than to simply let things come to him as he saw them. Dressed in a white collared shirt, with dark green greatcoat worn over the top of that, swaying all the way down past his legs covered in the dark blue, almost black, slacks he tended to wear. Boots clipped at the sidewalk beneath him as he moved, hands always in motion as he was pointing out this or that for his own amusement. While marching through the streets and throngs of people, he stopped near vendor here, or vendor there, snatching up random items and bringing them close to his face for examination.
Tossing them carelessly back to the vendors, he would spin away and immediately move onto the next item of business; that is, up until the point he reached a vendor of produce. He stopped at the vegetation and snatched up an apple, sniffing at it before taking a bite. He scrunched up his face and tossed it back to the vendor, "Too clean. Do you have any fruit that might be dirtier? Something that perhaps has never been clean and you actually thought of throwing away? Oh Yes! That right there, I'll take that!"
He handed him a bag of money, an amount that Cid simply had no idea about. He just let the man have it and reached for the bucket of rotten fruit.
The vendor stared, bewildered, at the man who was grabbing the bucket of rotten fruit and vegetables. Incredulous as his look was, the amount of money now in his hand was more than enough for most of the items on the table, at once, let alone for a worthless bucket of rotten vegetation. He blinked a few more times, thinking about asking for more money, then just shook his head. This man must have been off his rocker, "Sir. Are you sure you want to give me this much?"
Cid stopped and looked at him, then looked at the bag, and then back towards him, "Is that a lot? I'm not sure if it's a lot, it looks like a lot." He scratched at his cheek a few times, then just smiled handing off some more, "There you go!"
He then turned off to walk away with his bucket of rotten fruit and vegetables.