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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 15:31:24 GMT -5
Honey Flower House, in one of the back alleys of Elysium, is an independant house of the baser kind of entertainment. Walking through the narrow street, the houses around are in a bad state of repair, with remarkably huge windows, where in the daytime the red curtains are drawn shut. You pass under lines with laundry hanging out to dry- all kinds of clothing, including low-cut red dresses and lacy black underwear. The door of the House itself is black, with a honey flower painted on it. There is a small cage with a bird hanging over it by way of a sign. The door is usually open, and you step into a wide hall with fancy stairs going up, and several sofas and tea tables standing here. In the evenings, these are occupied by Ladies of the Night in dresses to match. There is usually a tall, muscular man hanging around too- the master of the place, Dajo Galahad- and sometimes a man or two in unbuttoned shirts- not too many, but female clients are still provided for. If you go up the stairs, you'll find the place has many small comfortable rooms with the kind of furniture you need in pinks and reds. A bit further up, where the clients don't come, are the rooms where the ladies live, and the master's office. In the back on ground floor is a kitchen, but clients don't go there either. They don't come here for the ladies' cooking skills. All in all, the place has a very cheap feel to it...
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Post by Widifor on Sept 3, 2004 15:34:18 GMT -5
[OoC originally on the streets, but they really happened here] He walks back onto his old haunts, hurrying past the houses of cheap entertainment. The house he was born is all the way in a shabby back street, it's the kind where black laced laundry is hanging to dry outside. He doesn't take the front door, rather, he takes an alley around to the back.Okay stupid, wait here. He climbs up the drainpipe like a little monkey. *Grakk plops himself on the ground in a cross legged position and begins rocking back and forth.* He grins. Too easy. He climbs further up the drainpipe, through a window into the house. He lowers himself from the window, which is in the staircase, down until the jump is doable, and he lets himself drop, landing on a stair. From there, he sneaks through the shadows, using them to his advantage as he always has. He passes a few people, but they never notice him. He knows the terrain well. He glares at them, though. He eventually makes his way to the room his mother and he shared with a few others. It was here they wouldn't let him in, two days ago. He opens the door and sneaks in.Mom? Mom...He swallows and looks around. The bed his mother slept in is empty- no matress, no blankets. The pillow he had- he slept under her bed- is gone, too. He frowns, then he spots a female figure behind the dressing screen. He runs over.Mom! He looks behind the screen- a few boxes with a dress hanging over them. He swallows, blinks a few times and turns, walking out of the room again. He sneaks towards the owner's office, ignoring the sounds from the adjecent room. No customers this early in the morning, so the man isn't spoiling his business at the moment. Widifor opens the door to the office, which is unlocked as per usual. Nothing really valuable in here, except perhaps the guy's prized cigars. Very expensive, those. Mom had to work two full days before the man could afford a box. He steps in, and is immediately greeted by the owner's dog. It's an ugly, fat drooling pit bull with very marked sharp teeth, the prints of which have been in Widifor's lower leg since he was two. But they made friends since- the dog found the boy was remarkably easy to get along with somehow. He now gets an enthusiastic greeting with a wagging tail and happy drool all over his feet and legs.Hi Ripper...The dog gives him a loving look as the boy kneels down and pets him. But there's not too much time, so he goes through boxes and closets before finally finding his sword and attached belt. He straps the belt on and pets Ripper.Good boy.He walks out and closes the door behind him. The dog starts whining immediately, and scratching the door with his nails. The boy winces at the sound, and slowly makes for an exit. This requires him to climb up all the way to the rooftop and then make his way across the roofs of other buildings to a place where he can climb down to the streets. Standing on the roof of what passed for his home for the past ten years, or at least for parts of it, he frowns.... bye Mom... He blinks a few times, then takes the familiar route across the roofs, and climbs down into another street. He takes a piece of string from his pocket and binds the sword tight to the belt, thus creating a make-shift peace bond. He starts wandering the streets, taking good care not to pass the alley where he left the half-troll and not to go back to the orphanage. *In his alley, the half-troll stands up and begins to wander. He begins to look frightened, and bellows.* WHERE ARE YOU GO?! *He waits. No response. He looks around, and then begins to wander around, back into the main streets.*
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Post by Setzer Tellor on Sept 15, 2004 12:15:08 GMT -5
[Setzer leads the cleric of Sune to this place. He stops some distance from the place and looks at it, thinking about something or other. His usually cheerful expression isn't present at the moment. He snaps out of it soon enough and smiles at the cleric... he still doesn't seem as happy as he was, though.]
Well, here we are. Shall we?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 12:22:17 GMT -5
*she observes Setzer for a moment and then nods.*
Yes, let's.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 12:24:29 GMT -5
The alley is quiet at this time of day, except for a fat man in cheap clothes lying close by the alley next to the house, smelling of cheap liquor and cheaper perfume. The curtains of the Honey Flower House are drawn. Someone tosses the yet-smoking remains of a cigar out of a third-story window. Apparently Gahalad is upstairs in his office.
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Post by Setzer Tellor on Sept 15, 2004 12:26:54 GMT -5
[Setzer leads her into the building, putting away his deck of cards as they enetered. He frowns as the cigar flies out the window, but doesn't comment on it or the man who smokes them. He didn't want to start on a tirade that could get him kicked out, you see.]
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 12:29:04 GMT -5
*she follows, not commenting.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 12:31:57 GMT -5
The hall is empty except for a girl of around thirteen, fourteen, and a slightly elderly woman, both wearing aprons and headkerchiefs, cleaning up. The woman is too busy to even look up, but the girl does and waves.
Heya Setz!
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Post by Setzer Tellor on Sept 15, 2004 12:37:11 GMT -5
[Setzer waves back, his smile returning and completely hiding any troubled thoughts he may have had earlier.]
Hiya Nelore! How's the little princess doing?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 12:38:00 GMT -5
*Alewyn smiles at the women, looking around her.*
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 12:43:52 GMT -5
Nelore giggles.She's busy trying to get some guy's puke out of the carpet. She continues scrubbing the carpet.Idiot showed up here yesterday, dead drunk, picks up Jasmine and the moment they get to the room, he panics and starts throwing up all over her, and flees, puking over the stairs and here in the hall and on the doorstep. The boss was livid...
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Post by Setzer Tellor on Sept 15, 2004 13:02:43 GMT -5
[Setzer puts a hand to his forehead and shakes his head.]
Wow, that must have been nasty. How'd Jasmine take it? Need help there?
Oh, and I brought a friend to help! Can someone lead this very kind and helpful lady to the sick?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 13:04:01 GMT -5
*she smiles.*
Hello, I'm Alewyn.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 15, 2004 13:09:27 GMT -5
She took the guy just fine. The boss's a different matter. We got her a steak this morning.Waves at Alewyn.Heya! Sure, they're upstairs, I'll take you there if you don't know the way, Setz. Got two down and Tansy's been coughing like Hells lately, and I think Basil's not been feeling right but he's been denying it for weeks.She gets up and wipes her hands on her apron.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Sept 15, 2004 13:11:31 GMT -5
Denial doesn't help. Please show me.
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