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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:21 pm
Gutre sounds just like it is. The slums, the gutter-livers and the nastiest of beings. Not nasty bad, just disgusting. There isn't much to do here but stay at the best bars in all of Joura. Just be careful when you go past alleys.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 5:28 pm
Anetka sat at the bar in the heart of Gutre waiting for someone to offer her a job. Not many people in the bar were dressed quite the way she was, so she hoped that she stood out enough to maybe be offered an odd-job. She leaned back on her chair and started to wonder why she even wanted to be in the bar in the first place. Sure, she wanted money, but all the people disgusted her. She thought of them as filthy pigs that ran away from their pen.
"I'm in it for the money," she sighed to herself. She knew that she needed it. She had to buy food and weapons that helped her in assasin jobs; her trusty dagger and pistol weren't always so trusty. She let out a heavy sigh and decided that if no one approched her in the next ten minutes, she would go home. She didn't really like being around people anyway...
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 1:05 pm
Ten minutes passed and the only exciting thing that happened was that the person next to Anetka had thrown up because he drank one too many beers. No one approched her for a job so she left. On her way out some guy said to her in an obviously drunk tone, "He pre- lady! How 'bout you and me go on back and have us some fun..."
He tried to sit up straight and put his hand on her shoulder, but before he could even hick-up again she punched him so hard in the face that one of his teeth got knocked loose. She continued to walk out the door, while shreaks of pain could be heard behind her.
"Another drunk..." Anetka sighed as she headed down the street. "Men are all the same," she said with a far off gaze in her eyes.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 3:54 pm
Cur warped himself to Gutre, trying to find something to do. When he saw the girl punch the drunken man he couldn't help but laughing, throwing his head back in amusement. "I don't think he would have been much of a challenge anyway." He said to the girl.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 4:39 pm
"Well," Anetka couldn't help but chuckle, "he was asking for it. Besides, I could've flicked him in the forhead and he would've fallen over"
Anetka looked at the boy in front of her, trying to determine whether he was someone she could trust or not. "Who are you and what brings you to the slums?" Anetka said in a sort of "matter-of-fact" type of tone.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:32 pm
Cur shrugged. "I don't think I've ever been that drunk. Or ever even near drunk for that matter." He walked over to her and took her hand, kissing her knuckles. "I'm Cur. And you?' He stood straight again, putting his hands in his pockets waiting for her answer.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:47 pm
Anetka looked at her hand. No one had ever kissed her hand before! It gave her a wierd feeling in the pit of her stomache. She blinked a few times before finally returning to reality.
"I'm Anetka," she said as she rubbed her hand. She found herself feeling for her dagger, just in case. She was actually shocked when she realized she was touching the blade. Something about this Cur person told her that he was okay, yet maybe her natural instincts were just protecting her.
"You must not come here often if you've never been near a drunk before," Anetka struggled to find something normal to say.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 3:04 am
Cur laughed. "I meant I've never been drunk before." He smiled. "And what brings someone as pretty as you into the slums?"
He offered his hand. "Wanna walk with me?" He asked. He smiled when she reached for the blade. "I'm not going to hurt you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 5:06 am
"I live here," Anetka said as she stared at his hand. He was actually amused by the fact that she almost took out her knife! If she had so much as looked at her knife, everyone she happened to be talking to would flee. She would trust him, for now... Perhaphs I could just talk to him for a while, Anetka thought.
She hugged her arm against herself and replied "Sure, I'll walk for a while." She wasn't used to this kind of interaction with strangers. She hugged herself closer so that she wouldn't hold his hand.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 6:30 am
Cur shrugged and bowed. "Lead the way." He said with a smile. When they started walking he couldn't help but ask. "Why did you choose to live here of all places?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 7:51 am
"Well," she began, "I was born here. Not too long after my first birthday, my house was raided and my parents were killed. My brother, Zinc, took me away from the house and tried to raise me in an abandoned building. He was a good older brother, but one day he was killed too. He was going to buy me something for my tenth birthday. He told me he would be right back, but after a few hours, he still didn't come home. I went out looking for him and eventually found him dead in some alley way." A single tear flowed down Anetka's cheek.
"I knew only my parents and Zinc, so I had no one else to turn to. I raised myself from then on, and I vowed to avenge my family. I stay here to try and find information about who the killers could have been. Who knows, they could have died already, but I won't rest untill I know that all of those filthy animals are dead."
She looked Cur straight in the eye, "Cur, I've killed people to find out information about the people who killed my family. But, everyone who knew something was killed before any information was spilt. Someone doesn't want me to know about my past; someone doesn't want me to know who I am. But, whoever they are, I'll kill them too..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 4:53 pm
She looked at Cur again, "Do you think it's strange how much I hate the world? It betrayed me... Sometimes I feel like I'm being laughed at. As if the Gods are sitting high on their thrones saying, 'How pitiful is she! Let us make her life misreable!' Well, if the Gods want to laugh at me, then I will somehow prove them wrong. I'm not pitiful! I can take care of myself. The Gods should cower at the number of people I've killed! At least, that's what Maras said..."
He voice trailed off. For some reason, she felt she was making Cur feel uncomfortable, insulted even. She didn't know why though...
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 3:25 am
Cur smiled. "Sometimes I hate the world to. There isn't much we can do about that though."
He looked at her straight in the eyes. "You act tough but I can tell deep down you are really hurting. You have to trust someone sooner or later." He said as he put his hands in his pockets.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 4:37 pm
"It's so hard though," Anetka said, starting to open up a little. "I feel like I've been betrayed by everyone. I do hurt, but I feel that if I show any weakness at all, the world will devour me. It will rip me to shreds, and I will die alone."
Anetka smiled at Cur when she looked at him. Even though she just met him, she felt like she could trust him. She almost never trusted anyone... It was a strange feeling for her... She felt a sudden urge to hug him. She shuddered at the thought. Trust was one thing, but physical contact was another.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 5:59 pm
Cur listened intently. "Betrayel happens often. Weakness just helps personify your strengths though. You shouldn't hide them."
He stopped outside of a bar. "Wanna get a drink? I don't know if I'll be able to hold the alcohol or not but I can try." He couldn't help but lie. It wasn't like he could get drunk anyway.
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