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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:39 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 5:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 5:39 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 5:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 7:27 pm
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Idina watched over the shadowy confines of the lounge floor from her perch behind the bar. It was another night another shift but she didn't mind since her patrons had deep pockets. Her girls were mingling with the customers, flirting and enticing while coaxing them all to have 'just one more drink'.
Soon the small platform would light up and the dancers would take the stage, capturing the attention of every male present and leaving her nimble fingered waitresses to lighten their burdened wallets. Never too much to immediately notice, never too little to not make a dent.
She was proud of the training she'd put in with each member of her guild and makeshift family. None of them would betray her after all she'd done for them. They were safe from the street life of beggars and whores, instead asked to dance, sing, and enchant the clientele... And any snooping law enforcement.
The saavy businesswoman gave them a life worth living and marketable skills along with knowledge and cunning. The underhanded minx used them as just one of many lines of defense to protect her true business: Black Market trade.
Her humble trading post that she'd had to build up after her father had let it down was the very motivation she had for breathing. It gave her a way to still feel close to the late Mr. Parker and a purpose to carry on. She'd revamped the entire system and now stood at the top for lucrative arrangements where her father had only stayed small time.
This was home. With it's silk hanging drapes, plush floor pillows, decoratively carved tables, hand-crafted blown glass lamps... And the warehouse of questionable goods hidden below.
She let herself feel a small swelling of pride for all her accomplishments until a waitress came by with a list of drink orders and a full tip jar for Idina to empty.
"You're all doing well tonight. Tell the girls that the shifts change in thirty and to wear the skimpy outfits tonight. There are a few tough sells so I'm going to ante up the spirits. Be wary that the marks might be rowdy"
The waitress nodded and collected her drinks, walking off as if nothing of importance had been said. Idina watched her go, resuming her sharp watch of the bar's happenings.
The 'Desert Lotus' was busy and needed all of her focus.
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:19 pm
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Enter a man with dark Arabic skin ad black, slicked hair. He seemed to be a very prominent young man, with a winning grin and a voice with an accent any woman would swoon over. But this man, he was more than he seemed. Looking like he wouldn't so much as let dirt touch his suit, he was a very famous tomb robber that miraculously, no one has been able to catch. And this was a place he frequented. In his pocket was a small ruby scarab nabbed from the desert shrines yet to be discovered. He expected quite a price for it.
A woman came up to him, intent to entertain. She knew him as a regular, and he gladly went to the side to chat with her as she danced for him. He gave her a total of 30 Kisos (Ackrland currency, total of about $18 ) and then asked her, "I would love to have my company with the owner, if she's in." His thick accent and deep voice piercing into her soul as he spoke. "I have a present for the desert flower."
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 8:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:22 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:58 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:13 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:56 pm
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Once she left, Fahim let out a long exhale of relief. 134,000 kisos would be more than enough. Fahim knew this trade, he'd been doing so since he was a young boy, stealing from tombs and such out of spite for the damned foreigners that would steal from villagers like him, then he greedily sold things to go live in the big city.
He went to Torusa, and he saw what there was, and he suddenly knew what he would do for the rest of his life. He got an education at Curtesia, then returned here, stealing and pillaging and robbing for kisos, gold, cash and rupees all for a simple goal. In the meantime, he banded with foreign looters to get mass amounts of items, but somehow they got caught while he managed to slip away scot free.
He was like a fox, able to slip away from the law unprotected... But all that money must be traced somehow, so what did he do with that money if he didn't spend it? With the amounts he's gathered, he should have a mansion beside the ocean. Yet he lived in a hidden, modest hut, and not a villager nor a native ever ratted him out.
He truly was a man of mystery.
He looked about the room, knowing he would be a fool if he snooped around. Though he did take into account the nice decor and the extravagant, hidden treasures. 'It must have cost a fortune,' he thought, and sneered lightly, holding onto the ruby scarab gingerly, as if it were an egg that could crack under too much pressure.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 1:34 pm
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