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Darian · December 17, 2007, 01:28 AM

Amelia was not the only one walking the Road of Lies this brightening, in fact there was a great deal of traffic was going through it today. Of course, that was over in the Mud Flats, this was the Private Trade Circle, and this was not the Road of Lies, but Miasnikov's Street, butcheries and fine restaurants struggling for place, working alongside and opposed to each other constantly.

Grey clouds hovered menacingly overhead, their presence boding ill for the latter part of the day. Perhaps rain was coming. Perhaps even a thunderstorm. Hard to tell on days like these, but in either case, it was only a matter of time.

There were always people in Nexus Prime. It was never quiet. Always someone trying to sell something, someone wanting to buy something and someone trying to hustle them both out of money. On this street too, like so many other places around the city, there were women and men wishing to sell themselves. They were not exactly hard to spot, their Guild insignias gave them away. That and their revealing clothes, in a city where covering up was considered the height of fashion, showing more skin than not was what gave them away. Some were dressed in revealing dresses, others wore just a vest and a pair of trousers to best show off their... suitability for the craft they were plying.

Of course, there were certainly some that looked better than others, it was always a profession which gathered the most desperate and the least able, there was a pretty enough slip of a girl by the door, obviously new to the craft given the nervousness she exhibited, another had obviously been at it for longer, her face having lost the smoothness of youth and her long curls long since having grown slack like the rest o her. A man dressed in scant to nothing, eyeing the crowd's ladies with the kind of dead eyes that said he was only in this for the business and that he had seen much too much of it to care anymore, another a young boy, still too young to shave, much like the young girl in his awkwardness, beauty still stamped on his face.

There were more of them, plying their trade elsewhere. She could find them, should she wish to, but here were the main choices, did she take someone who had lived through it all and was unlikely to care much, or did she save someone from their fate? Who then, would fill the role of the victim.

December 17, 2007, 01:28 AM	#6 (permalink)
Darian Retired Join Date: Dec 2002 Posts: 3,025 Blog Entries: 2 Total Awards: 4	Amelia was not the only one walking the Road of Lies this brightening, in fact there was a great deal of traffic was going through it today. Of course, that was over in the Mud Flats, this was the Private Trade Circle, and this was not the Road of Lies, but Miasnikov's Street, butcheries and fine restaurants struggling for place, working alongside and opposed to each other constantly. Grey clouds hovered menacingly overhead, their presence boding ill for the latter part of the day. Perhaps rain was coming. Perhaps even a thunderstorm. Hard to tell on days like these, but in either case, it was only a matter of time. There were always people in Nexus Prime. It was never quiet. Always someone trying to sell something, someone wanting to buy something and someone trying to hustle them both out of money. On this street too, like so many other places around the city, there were women and men wishing to sell themselves. They were not exactly hard to spot, their Guild insignias gave them away. That and their revealing clothes, in a city where covering up was considered the height of fashion, showing more skin than not was what gave them away. Some were dressed in revealing dresses, others wore just a vest and a pair of trousers to best show off their... suitability for the craft they were plying. Of course, there were certainly some that looked better than others, it was always a profession which gathered the most desperate and the least able, there was a pretty enough slip of a girl by the door, obviously new to the craft given the nervousness she exhibited, another had obviously been at it for longer, her face having lost the smoothness of youth and her long curls long since having grown slack like the rest o her. A man dressed in scant to nothing, eyeing the crowd's ladies with the kind of dead eyes that said he was only in this for the business and that he had seen much too much of it to care anymore, another a young boy, still too young to shave, much like the young girl in his awkwardness, beauty still stamped on his face. There were more of them, plying their trade elsewhere. She could find them, should she wish to, but here were the main choices, did she take someone who had lived through it all and was unlikely to care much, or did she save someone from their fate? Who then, would fill the role of the victim.