Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-12 12:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amos luscini, arabella alaire, cian wilde, damia ravin, gillian goodwin |
Who: Cian & OPEN (Arabella, Gillian, Damia, & Amos)
What: Taking stock of the damage, getting some work done
Where: Various areas around the Tenements District.
When: Throughout the day
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete!
[Water Street: 11:00am] The abandoned building showed promise, he thought. As a temporary domicile, it might work out for a month or two, until he could get his old place rehabbed. Yeah, the roof probably leaked, and there were most likely mice, but it wouldn’t be his first time dealing with either and at least it was his, it was empty, and it was whole. Place on the third floor for the kid, too, if he didn’t want to stay with Lionward. Cian suspected he’d seen his share of rats and leaks, too. Crossing his arms, he craned his neck up. Yeah, flat roof, someplace to park his bike. He thought he remembered. Get himself a mattress, some rat traps, and he’d manage. He’d be fucked if he went back to the Wilde house, invited or not, welcome or not. Give him rats any day. [Near the Crystal: 1:15pm] The fence around the crystal was one of the few things properly maintained around this neighborhood. It appeared incongruous, surrounded by leaning buildings with broken windows, but damn if the wrought iron it didn’t look freshly polished. Mages, what could you do? But people came and went, even those who looked like they didn’t have the gil to use the magickal mode of transportation. And business flowed in. He stopped for a moment, across the street watching them hurry. Hopefully some of them had gil in their pockets that would eventually end up in his. [Butcher Street: 3:10pm] Safehouse was still a pile of rubble, but between Ash and his own efforts, half of its contents had been recovered. Now there was a crew hauling away the wreck. They’d build here again, and soon – the location, with a hidden entrance to the sewers in the alley behind, was just too good to abandon. This neighborhood was hit and miss. Some buildings stood whole, others had been demolished, a few were somewhere in-between. He watched the crew work for awhile before deciding to take a walk past Luscini’s, see how they had fared. Not that they were friendly, but this was his old part of town, wasn’t it? Just checking on an old neighbor – one who rarely gave him trouble in the new order of things, even if it had been a solid thirty years since he begged food off of the unexpectedly kindhearted son of the shop’s owner. [Outside the Clinic: 5:00pm] Pharist clinics were irritating as hell, but they were free. He could tune out the preaching while he got his Cure spell, and he liked bleeding marginally less than he liked preaching, so he’d sat through it. Some asshole had tried to mug him. He wouldn’t be attacking anyone else, ever, but what the fuck was the world coming to, that Cian Wilde was getting accosted in the Faram-damned Tenements? Un-be-fucking-lievable. Outside the clinic, he stopped, stretched his arms overhead experimentally. His left side was a bit sore where the knife had scraped, but the skin had grown over and he probably wouldn’t even have a new scar. Now, all he had was a gash in his shirt. [The Blue Bear: 8:00pm] The last of his contacts made his way out the door, and Cian leaned back in his chair until it touched the wall behind him. Business was sluggish, but then, it was meant to be. No one could blame sane, rational people from avoiding drinking swill, and most things served here were exactly that, unless one knew what to ask for. As the owner, he usually just got watered down beer. He finished the mug he had been nursing through his last two meetings, called over the bartender, ordered a whiskey - the kind kept in the back, sold for a few hundred gil a bottle in a completely different kind of neighborhood. He didn’t do it often, but a day like today deserved a drink, and he’d rather be numb before he headed back to Water Street and his ratty mattress. |