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 Posted: Thu May 27, 2010 3:18 pm
The farmers market is a series of rows of stalls and stands and tables were their wares are laid out. Some don't sell fruit or food at all-but small crafts. At times the market becomes extremely busy so watch for pickpockets! You can find almost anything here if you know where to look!
(How to: get a stall. Simple, it's not a shop, all you need to do is have your character come here and role-play setting themselves up at a stall. You'll need things to sell though. Quest items count as black-market things, so you'll want to be somewhat hidden.
What's the black market? The under the table business of the craftsmen, no seriously, its literally under the table. But Shady Dan, and his brother Joe, run their black market business out of an abandoned house.)
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:48 pm
Feo growled and crossed his arms as flames roared on his shoulders. Peasants. He hated them, though he didn't know why. Feo looked around for the doorway with two men in it, he'd heard that the doorway with two men in it was the entrance to the black market located within the farmer's market. He growled when he saw it, it was a boring house with two men standing outside on either side of the alcove housing the door. Feo started for it, hoping to get something of good value from the infamous black market.
"Do you have any jobs for me?" He asked, crossing his arms once more and huffing when they didn't reply, "I said DO YOU HAVE ANY JOBS FOR ME?!? Or do I need to repeat myself again on your faces."
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 2:59 pm
"Eh yeah, I tink we gots someting for ya," Dan replied as he pet his goatee and looked at Feo, "Folla me."
He headed inside and down a short flight of stairs, then over to a table where he looked around. Then he found what he was looking for, it was a list of instructions.
"Now. Ya listenin? Anyway. Gots a shipment of pills comin outta the school taday, Fish wans 'um but Joe and I ain't gonna get'um- we ain't students, an I don't wanna know what they do to intruders who ain't students. Anyway, we wants you ta go in and grab a couple o'boxes of the junk an if ya bring it all back and survive, then maybe we gonna give ya a cut of it all. Five boxes sound good?" Dan asked as he moved his hands around and looked at Feo from under his hat's edge.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:11 pm
"Yeah, sounds great. Now how big of packages are we talking about? Where's the drop site?" Feo asked as he folded his arms across his chest as stared at Dan, the flames on his shoulders smoldering out.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:22 pm
"Drop site? Mother shitter, there is no drop site! The drop site is the truck dammit! They should be in the first big crate, take the crowbar by the door get your a** out there and get the boxes! They ain't that big! 'Bout the size of a text book!" Dan shouted, pointing toward the door.
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:27 pm
"Great," Feo mused sarcastically as he headed for the door, his shoulders flaring up really high, "That's really helpful of you!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:45 pm
Dan poured himself and Joe a drink as they waited. Hopefully the boy would get back before Joey came to pick up the goods, check on their performance and possibly put some bullets in them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 1:35 pm
Sauve and cool-headed, Feo walked back into the house and took off his bag. Opening it, his shoulders flared, and he pulled out the pill bottles and set them down on the table. His eyes caught on the bottle of alcohol and he licked his lips as his shoulders flared more.
"How much do I get paid now?" He asked bluntly as his hand came down heavily on the table top.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 4:09 pm
"Pick a bottle, any bottle," Dan replied as he poured himself another drink while Joe sat in the corner nursing his injured arm which, only moments before, had been shot by Joey.
Dan took the pill bottles and lined them up by color first red then orange and so on, Joey hadn't been happy last time when they'd been blue then red then green then the rest piled ontop of another. The child was rather ocd.
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