Post by Dandead10 on Jun 5, 2018 1:35:50 GMT -5
North Blue was a harsh place and the people reflected this natural behavior.
Nihi Lista found herself appearing from the tree line of the island of Sedna, an island of highly isolationist and paranoid people that had no friendliness to strangers. As of now, she lazily lumbered through this winter, hellish wonderland as her boots crunched lightly on the fallen sheets of snow. With a deep exhale, her breath came as a long white stream and the girl flinched as a sharp wind blew past her, sending a shiver down her spine. It was about time she was to head back into town to buy something to eat. When reaching down into a small pouch on her waist however, she was very disappointed by the lack of weight of its contents. She was running low on money. Taking out a few crumpled bills, she found she only had 600 Beri. With a longer drawn out sigh, she crumpled those bills in her palm before walking forward once more. Why did she even bother? She was just going to have to eat again anyways.
Despite this, with a cold blank expression, she’d march herself into the southern border of Sedna Town, the place she’s grown most of her life. Here in this city one would find particularly a crowded dock, considering it could only support six ships at a time roughly. Nobody could ever leave this island easily, at least without the support of strangers. Here, residents were heavily unfriendly to strangers and yet so cheery to each other. She just didn’t see a point in having such a twisted demeanor towards people. Then again, there wasn’t a point to anything either way. Just desire. People made themselves countless goals and aspirations and yet never seemed to consider that afterwards, there would be nothing. Goals and dreams just lead to a cycle of desire and all of them lead to a deathly nothingness after initial satisfaction. As she walked by some of these homes, she saw smoke rising from a brick ovens, the boats off whaling for their oil and their blubber, and the weapons crafted for those wandering strangers, either to sell to or use against.
There was a nagging feeling on the back of her head like an itch, a dirty itch that made her kick the floor with a huff. After walking in town, instead of buying the precious food for herself to roast over a small fire, she opted to stop by a small corner store. It was so small in fact that there was no door. It was more of a stall than a proper store. Holding out those bills, she pointed her finger out to a pack of cigarettes. “Give me as much as this can buy.” Sitting herself down, this was not an unusual process for the man as she was a regular by now. Reaching behind himself, he’d slide out four cigarettes from a stacked pile before sliding the small cylindrical poisons into a small envelope, holding it out to her, having collected his payment with no qualms. With a loud ruffle of the envelope, she’d carelessly rip the flap open, taking one of her addictive habits, plopping it into her mouth with a slight pucker of her chapped lips in eager anticipation.
Fumbling with her pocket, she lit the front end of her cigarette with a flick of her fingers, taking a long drag with her left hand, the right hand clenching a silver lighter. “Shibata...Now I don’t have money for food.” She’d say this nonchalantly and without an inflection of care in her voice. Turning her back to the stall owner, she lifted her head to the sky as another light sheet of snow began to fall down upon the world. Dropping her right hand into her pocket, she gave a longer exhale, savoring the supply of nicotine to her brain before she sat up, feeling temporarily better from this curse of addiction. Now if only there was a way to solve this predicament of her financial status. Well, there was. Rather, if only there was a way to deal with this problem that she gave enough shits about. As she watched the few citizens of this land walk down the snow ridden road, she looked to the docks. Where there were foreigners, there was money to be made. Money worth while.
Nihi Lista found herself appearing from the tree line of the island of Sedna, an island of highly isolationist and paranoid people that had no friendliness to strangers. As of now, she lazily lumbered through this winter, hellish wonderland as her boots crunched lightly on the fallen sheets of snow. With a deep exhale, her breath came as a long white stream and the girl flinched as a sharp wind blew past her, sending a shiver down her spine. It was about time she was to head back into town to buy something to eat. When reaching down into a small pouch on her waist however, she was very disappointed by the lack of weight of its contents. She was running low on money. Taking out a few crumpled bills, she found she only had 600 Beri. With a longer drawn out sigh, she crumpled those bills in her palm before walking forward once more. Why did she even bother? She was just going to have to eat again anyways.
Despite this, with a cold blank expression, she’d march herself into the southern border of Sedna Town, the place she’s grown most of her life. Here in this city one would find particularly a crowded dock, considering it could only support six ships at a time roughly. Nobody could ever leave this island easily, at least without the support of strangers. Here, residents were heavily unfriendly to strangers and yet so cheery to each other. She just didn’t see a point in having such a twisted demeanor towards people. Then again, there wasn’t a point to anything either way. Just desire. People made themselves countless goals and aspirations and yet never seemed to consider that afterwards, there would be nothing. Goals and dreams just lead to a cycle of desire and all of them lead to a deathly nothingness after initial satisfaction. As she walked by some of these homes, she saw smoke rising from a brick ovens, the boats off whaling for their oil and their blubber, and the weapons crafted for those wandering strangers, either to sell to or use against.
There was a nagging feeling on the back of her head like an itch, a dirty itch that made her kick the floor with a huff. After walking in town, instead of buying the precious food for herself to roast over a small fire, she opted to stop by a small corner store. It was so small in fact that there was no door. It was more of a stall than a proper store. Holding out those bills, she pointed her finger out to a pack of cigarettes. “Give me as much as this can buy.” Sitting herself down, this was not an unusual process for the man as she was a regular by now. Reaching behind himself, he’d slide out four cigarettes from a stacked pile before sliding the small cylindrical poisons into a small envelope, holding it out to her, having collected his payment with no qualms. With a loud ruffle of the envelope, she’d carelessly rip the flap open, taking one of her addictive habits, plopping it into her mouth with a slight pucker of her chapped lips in eager anticipation.
Fumbling with her pocket, she lit the front end of her cigarette with a flick of her fingers, taking a long drag with her left hand, the right hand clenching a silver lighter. “Shibata...Now I don’t have money for food.” She’d say this nonchalantly and without an inflection of care in her voice. Turning her back to the stall owner, she lifted her head to the sky as another light sheet of snow began to fall down upon the world. Dropping her right hand into her pocket, she gave a longer exhale, savoring the supply of nicotine to her brain before she sat up, feeling temporarily better from this curse of addiction. Now if only there was a way to solve this predicament of her financial status. Well, there was. Rather, if only there was a way to deal with this problem that she gave enough shits about. As she watched the few citizens of this land walk down the snow ridden road, she looked to the docks. Where there were foreigners, there was money to be made. Money worth while.