Two Years After Contact - Post Apoc RP.

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Nora paused in her speech, wondering if she should tell him about the men who were searching for him. Might be leverage, she thought before continuing. "You stole that gun, didn't you Gerard. I heard people talking of it. They want it back, and they will hurt you to get it back. You're not safe with it. They won't listen to you."​
"N-no I didn-" Gerard started, then sighed, hanging his head like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry. Sorry. I just know that he seemed like such a big important guy with the gun and they got drunk like Pop used to all the time and I know you can do all kinds of stuff to people when they're that drunk so I took it so I could be the big guy. I even loaded it like I saw them do in the movies and everything." He crossed himself a few times and muttered,

"Hail Mary, full of grapes.
Our Lord is with you.
Blessed are you among womens,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen"


He continued. "You're such a good person Nora. I don't deserve to hang out with you. Sorry."
 
"Oh, so the kurva likes us now?" The snide comment from Joska is all the reaction she got from them for now, as they were all concerned with getting well out of the reach of the dog pack, which ended up being rather sizable - at least fifty dogs, there might even be a hundred.

Which left them on the bumpy road together for some time, with the men talking to each other in hushed Hungarian, as Joska had turned out to be the driver. It looked like they were headed for somewhere near the center of Budapest - the Magyar Allami Oprahaz, the Hungarian State Opera House.

The opera house was large, near the water and being a fairly tall building, easily defended. When they arrived, Joska walked over to Natalija."You are tough woman. You need it here. We leave you now, but if you change your mind, you find Joska, igen?" The fact that he didn't try to extort some sort of price for saving her life was somewhat puzzling, until you realized there was a very military kind of order here, being enforced by serious-looking men with AKs either carried or strapped to their backs, as well as the jeeps with full on machine guns mounted on top.

He didn't give her a chance to respond before he and his men moved out, carrying re-purposed potato sacks full of what was presumably salvage deeper into the complex.

Gone was most of the seating in the grand operahouse - it was now the floor of a great flea market. This, it seemed was the heart of trading for Budapest. Military looking men in the higher balconies overlooked the scene to make sure everything went smoothly, but other than that, it was a bustle of trading activity, even though it was near dark by the time they entered.

She had a few obvious options right now -

  • Trade with one of the many merchants here with whatever salvage she had to trade.
  • Continue to follow Joska and his men
  • Try to learn more about how organized this place was when most of the area had degraded into near anarchy.
Or she could forge some other path, or some combination of these.
"Wel... that vent MUCH smoother then expected!" Natalija reflected, after they stoped at the re-purposed Opera House. She fuly expected them to try and knock her off the truck, or give it a try at gang-raping her insyde, as far as gang-member types usualy went, forcing her to take the kid gloves off vith them. But these guys continued to suprise her... plesantly. As far as gang members went, they definitly were on the nice-end of the spectrum! Not like some of the other characters she had the mis-fortune of dealing vith, during her black-marketeering career. Like her litle run-in a year ago, vith the Bulgarian mafia enforcers, at the Black Sea coast, vho tryed their best to break her spirit and sell her off as a sex-slave to a brothel in Turkey, after raping and beating her half to death. One of the more harrowing things she had to endure during her... colorful... career in the under-world. She managed to get away though, by jumping ship off the coast of Turkey, and later exact her own brand of revenge on several of those fucks. Compared to them, Joska and his little band were saints.

"Thanx for the lift! I'm sure I'l manage from here!" she shouted after Joska, vith a smile. She even felt a litle bad for her strong-arm reaction to his... come-on... earlyer, puerile though it may have been. If they ever did get around to having that dinner together, she promised to make it up to him.

She looked around, at the hustle and bustle of the obviusly-busy community. Traders, salvagers, militia types providing security... it vas a full-fledged trade-fortress.

"Must be the place I vas told about vhen I arrived, the closest trading-post to the crash site. Now I'm sory I set up so far from the city's center... I'l have to move in here one of these days, just to be closer to the site. Might even be someone around here vho rents-out trucks, for me to get one and use it to move salvage." she thought.

It vas almost night-fall, and the idea of walking thru the ruins at night, vith those dogs around, all the way back to her hide-out a dozen kilometers away, didnt appeal to Natalija. She decided to spend the night here, in a motel or something. She had kuite a bit of money, in Commonwealth curency, and she knew there vere plenty of people outside who wanted to live in the Commonwealth and its highly secure society, despite the laws and rules, but didnt have the money to pay for the very steep imigration fees at the borders... and even steeper bribes to the guards... or risk being ilegal imigrants and shot on sight. She figured she wuld find someone like that here, who wuld accept her money in exchange for vhat-ever they used to trade with here.

"I supose it wil be to much to expect a proper exchange-office, but lets see vhat I find..." she mutered to her-self in amusement, entering the massive building, and starting to browse everything set up insyde. To her suprise, the interier vas actualy heated, in sharp contrast to the chilly twi-light outsyde, and her rather thick fabric jacket started to feel a bit cozy. She took it off and draped it over sholder, now only in a simple blue-white T-shirt and vorn-out jeans, the T-shirt looking a bit snug on her toned body, around the chest and sholders.
 
"N-no I didn-" Gerard started, then sighed, hanging his head like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry. Sorry. I just know that he seemed like such a big important guy with the gun and they got drunk like Pop used to all the time and I know you can do all kinds of stuff to people when they're that drunk so I took it so I could be the big guy. I even loaded it like I saw them do in the movies and everything." He crossed himself a few times and muttered,

"Hail Mary, full of grapes.
Our Lord is with you.
Blessed are you among womens,
and blessed is the fruit of your womb,
Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen"


He continued. "You're such a good person Nora. I don't deserve to hang out with you. Sorry."
Nora knew she was hardly the person to be preachy, given her current record. However, there was nothing wrong with saying something useful, right? Especially if it was probably the truth. "A gun's not suppose to be what makes you the big guy," she told him as she watched him cross himself and pray. It was a little strange that in all the time she had lived here, today was the day she got to hear prayers. Maybe it was a sign or something.

She shook her head at his statement. "You're wrong, I'm not a good person," she told him plainly. "But I'm not mean either and I'm not going to hurt you over a gun." She reached over and prodded at his chest where the heart was. "This, your heart, is what makes you a big important guy, not some piece of metal. That just makes you into a scary person everyone secretly hates."

Yay.. way to go me, Nora thought to herself sarcastically. That had to be the cheesiest thing she had said since s*** hit the fan and the world went a little kaput. "You want to come with me, or do you want to stay here? Safety is probably following along." She didn't want to have a guilty conscience about leaving him behind; she was sure that would come to haunt her in her nightmares. Still, she didn't want to force him either.​
 
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"I can get you four men, but that depends on a few things - for how long, what for, and do I have to keep this under my hat?" Jacobs asked, returning to his desk to bring out a fat D-Ring binder that used to be used as a vendor log - it even still said that on the outside.

Tobias leaned against the wall. "I'll probably need them for the rest of the day. Don't worry I'll have them back by nightfall. I need their help finding some salvage thieves." He assured Jacobs. "And I don't need you to keep it under your hat. I need you to keep under your hats hats hat. I'm sure you understand why."
 
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Tobias leaned against the wall. "I'll probably need them for the rest of the day. Don't worry I'll have them back by nightfall. I need their held finding some salvage thieves." He assured Jacobs. "And I don't need you to keep it under your hat. I need you to keep under your hats hats hat. I'm sure you understand why."
"People get wise that we took the dogs out huntin' when they're usually guarding the henhouse, the foxes will come a callin'. I understand. My next shift change is at noon. I'll ask a couple of the boys, the two single fellas, to stay on an extra shift and dangle a six pack of Shiner Bock in front of them as payment for staying on and staying quiet. That way I'm only down two for the day. I'll have my new fellas come to my office for a meeting, and you can fill 'em in here before you take 'em out, that way you got fresh eyes for your hunt. Fair enough?" Jacobs said, already making changes to his duty roster he'd scribbled on a whiteboard that he kept by his desk.

That whiteboard made it clear that there were four shifts per day of six hours, changing at 6am, noon, 6pm, and midnight. Guards got lazy or tired after more than six hours on shift, Jacobs had found. And no guard ever worked more than three days in a row, so it made the whole thing feel more like hanging out with the guys than actual boring guard duty.
 
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Yay.. way to go me, Nora thought to herself sarcastically. That had to be the cheesiest thing she had said since s*** hit the fan and the world went a little kaput. "You want to come with me, or do you want to stay here? Safety is probably following along." She didn't want to have a guilty conscience about leaving him behind; she was sure that would come to haunt her in her nightmares. Still, she didn't want to force him either.​
"I would really like to come with you Miss Nora. But you're wrong. You are a good person. A bad person would have taken the gun and gone away, or done something bad to me with it when I was sleeping. You are good, you just think it will make you look like you aren't tough if you say so. Good people can be tough too. Like my mom before she-" Gerard shook his head.

"I really want to come with you because you're like the sister I used to pretend that I had. I made up a birthday for her and I would throw a party for her every year." he went on to mention the exact day, which, in an eerie coincidence, was the same day as Nora's own birthday.

"So I think it was God and Mary and the Angels and maybe even Santa Claus too who made it so I would try to come to this church. Because every year the top thing on my Christmas list was for a big sister, even though my mom said that was impossible. I always reminded her that she told me that God and Santa can do impossible things and she would always smile and agree." He smiled widely.

"You know what else my mom told me? That sometimes when you pray or ask Santa for things, the answer is later. Or even no, because they know better what is good for you. And I believe this is later, Miss Nora."
 
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"Hm..." Nora had been thinking on practical terms. If there was someone else coming, she figured he could carry some of her things as well. It was only fair, right? And he talked enough for the both of them, so she wasn't too worried about him getting bored or something. Which shouldn't matter anyways.

Even as she packed another bag, she had to admit some of his words were a little... comforting? Childish for the most part, of course. But there was innocence and a sense of warmth there. Hell, it even made her feel slightly good about herself, which was starting to get a little weird. Not as weird however as his imaginary big sister's birthday. She looked up at him there, blinking.

Coincidence, she told herself reassuringly, though how many coincidence less than twenty-four bloody hours? "Huh, maybe you're right," she said after a moment, walking over to him and holding up a backpack for him to put on. It wasn't too heavy. "I don't know if I believe in anything, Gerard, but maybe you can convince me otherwise. I'm stubborn, but my ideals aren't written in stone." That much had been proven already. "If I'm going to be your big sister, then just call me Nora, no 'Miss' or "Madame'." She gave him a rare smile before motioning to the backpack. "Put it on your back."​
 
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Coincidence, she told herself reassuringly, though how many coincidence less than twenty-four bloody hours? "Huh, maybe you're right," she said after a moment, walking over to him and holding up a backpack for him to put on. It wasn't too heavy. "I don't know if I believe in anything, Gerard, but maybe you can convince me otherwise. I'm stubborn, but my ideals aren't written in stone." That much had been proven already. "If I'm going to be your big sister, then just call me Nora, no 'Miss' or "Madame'." She gave him a rare smile before motioning to the backpack. "Put it on your back."​
Through the rest of it he just stared at her, as if trying to follow what she was saying was taking solid effort on his part. Eventually he did nod, however.

"Yes M- Yes Nora." He said, and took the backpack, carrying it easily. One thing Gerard had in abundance, was the ability to carry things. He wasn't a huge man, but he definitely looked strong.
 
Through the rest of it he just stared at her, as if trying to follow what she was saying was taking solid effort on his part. Eventually he did nod, however.

"Yes M- Yes Nora." He said, and took the backpack, carrying it easily. One thing Gerard had in abundance, was the ability to carry things. He wasn't a huge man, but he definitely looked strong.
"Good," Nora replied, reaching up and patting his arm. She had no clue how to be big sisterly, being an only child herself, and a self sufficient type. Still, it might be nice to have a tag along. He was bigger than her as well, so people might think twice about trying to rough her up.

Well, those were the obvious reasons she was giving herself, though deep inside she knew it was something else.

Outside, it was dark, thankfully. Nora knew the way down the long staircase well enough to navigate her way in the dark. "Keep close and quiet," she whispered to Gerard, not wanting to attract any attention. She didn't have her flashlight out for that reason as well.
 
Casey was sitting at a table with the skeleton frame of his RPK infront of him, he was cleaning the system of his gun as he had just finished a decent paying job for a trader that had asked him to escort him to this town, well what he assumed to be a decently paying job. The room he was in he had rented from one of the few inn like establishments that were in the more inhabited parts of the city of montreal.

As he continued to clean his gun he started to wonder when his next job may come from, he didnt like being hired to kill someone for what he considered stupid reasons like domestic disputes, he had come across a few of them where a annoyed spouse would ask him to kill thier partner. he only considered going after scum and other dregs of society and escorting traders to be proper work for a mercenary.

(i think that may work better for you now and sorry bout the bad grammer im trying to improve my grammer atm)
 
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sitting in the ruins of a house in the middle of montreal Casey was sitting at a table with the skeleton frome of his rpk infront of him. he was cleaning the system of his gun as he had just finished a decent paying job for a trader that had asked him to escort him to this town well what he assumed to be a decently paying job.
as he was cleanign his weapon he was singing a few irish folk songs to himself.
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~~~OOC~~~

I am all for getting newer roleplayers into the hobby, but your post here seems to reflect a bit of laziness, as it seems that you are not caring about pretty obvious typographical errors and have a lack of capitalization. Also, your opening post puts your PC holed up in a booby-trapped but ramshackle home, someplace not likely for scavengers to pick out as a good target, so I have no solid way to send your PC an adventure hook save sending in some very desperate folks in a sort of "Home Alone" sort of situation.

I can certainly provide that sort of scene for you, but tying you into the rest of the players poses more of a challenge. Could you review this post, clean it up, and perhaps put your PC in an environment where it is just a bit more likely to run into a non-disposable NPC?

Thanks!
 
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"Gather what you think you'll need. There will be a plane here in four hours." Arisu said.

"It will be a long flight. Fifteen hours. Be prepared for that. We'll have food of course and there's a lavatory on the plane, but starting out well prepared in both of those areas would make the trip more comfortable for you." She stood and extended her hand to shake.
"Aye, aye, cap'n!" Alysson said with a salute before shaking Ari's hand. Offering her favorite employer a wink, she left the room. Making her way across to the street to the apartment she had rented, choosing to find housing somewhere near Arisu in case her help was needed. It wasn't something she usually did, but in the case of the scientist, she made an exception. Alysson understood that Arisu was doing important work for the greater good, so she even if she didn't understand all of the nitty gritty of it, the least she could do was make sure the woman was safe.

After about 15 minutes of gathering her few belongings, 30 minutes of napping, 2 hours of throwing up and 1 hour of drinking, she made her way back to Arisu. Slinging her satchel over her shoulder she yawned before flipping the Sun a finger. Goddamn ball of light hurting her eyes. Pushing open the door to Arisu's office, she let out a whistle while saluting once more.

"Well, I got all my shit. Where to next?"
 
Casey was sitting at a table with the skeleton frame of his RPK infront of him, he was cleaning the system of his gun as he had just finished a decent paying job for a trader that had asked him to escort him to this town, well what he assumed to be a decently paying job. The room he was in he had rented from one of the few inn like establishments that were in the more inhabited parts of the city of montreal.

As he continued to clean his gun he started to wonder when his next job may come from, he didnt like being hired to kill someone for what he considered stupid reasons like domestic disputes, he had come across a few of them where a annoyed spouse would ask him to kill thier partner. he only considered going after scum and other dregs of society and escorting traders to be proper work for a mercenary.
Outside the door to his hotel room, Casey heard a strange clattering noise, but a familiar one. It sounded like bags of canned goods being set down. By the time he had gotten to even the peephole of his door, there was no one to be seen. Eventually, once Casey had with due diligence made sure that there was no one out there waiting to ambush him, he noticed the following outside his door-

Two Metro branded plastic shopping bags sat there, full of canned goods, as well as an envelope with his name written on it. Presuming he brought those into the room, he found a variety of canned goods, beef stew, canned macaroni and cheese, and a few varieties of vegetables, etc. , the one real outlier was a can of brown gravy. But in the envelope was a letter.

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Casey, I didn't want to talk to you directly because this isn't the kind of thing I would see myself doing, ever.
You see, I lost my wife during the aftermath of the initial Invasion and I found myself quite incapable of doing what my wife and I did together beforehand,
Which was to take care of our developmentally disabled young adult son. I abandoned him. He's a strong and resourceful man -
Despite his childlike speech patterns he memorizes things very well and I taught him how to survive in the first few months, before...
Before I fell back into alcohol and drugs, and literally left him in the middle of the night.
I don't know if he is still alive, but his name is Gerard Boudreaux. I have enclosed his picture here.
Keep this food as a retainer, a down payment if you will. If you find him, I've enclosed the address where I have moved to.
It is not far from the Notre Dame Basilica, and I spend much of my day there, helping the aid workers.
We will discuss additional payment should you find Gerard.
Good luck and God Bless.

Nathaniel Boudreaux
~~~​
 
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After about 15 minutes of gathering her few belongings, 30 minutes of napping, 2 hours of throwing up and 1 hour of drinking, she made her way back to Arisu. Slinging her satchel over her shoulder she yawned before flipping the Sun a finger. Goddamn ball of light hurting her eyes. Pushing open the door to Arisu's office, she let out a whistle while saluting once more.

"Well, I got all my shit. Where to next?"
"We get on the plane." Arisu stood, and escorted her to the airfield. The pair, along with a few other ancillary personnel approached the Kawasaki C-2 plane with the Japan Air Self Defense Force markings on it. The landing stairs were extended as Arisu made her way toward the plane.

"We will refuel once, mid-flight, and only land once we are in Budapest. We do not have operatives there, but have hired some locals who will meet us at the airstrip once we land. By the way I hope you like Spam, because that's likely to be the in flight meal, as the last place we got non-perishable supplies was in Honolulu." She said as the pair boarded the plane.

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"If you have any further questions about the mission, we have fifteen hours together, with nothing to do besides talk or play cards." The scientist concluded.
 
Outside, it was dark, thankfully. Nora knew the way down the long staircase well enough to navigate her way in the dark. "Keep close and quiet," she whispered to Gerard, not wanting to attract any attention. She didn't have her flashlight out for that reason as well.
"I know that Nora. Pretend that you are Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits. That's what Dad told me." Gerard said, following closely. "Where are we going? I liked the church. God was there. And Mary."

Indeed, it was quiet. Since the men who were searching for their stolen weapon had drank themselves to sleep, and it was a couple of hours before dawn, the main thing they had to deal with was the cold and just enough wind to make the cold seem even colder. Staying outside without some sort of windbreak would become very uncomfortable very quickly.

The nearest place that Nora knew where she could definitely get aid wasn't far away, the Notre Dame Basilica was maybe a twenty minute walk from the church she had left, which was called the Our Lady of Lourdes Chapel. The question was, did she want to go to a place where a lot of locals went to get aid with Gerard? Sure there were more people but would these men risk causing trouble at the Basilica in order to retrieve their stolen keepsake and weapon?

She could go further away from the Saint Lawrence, but there were a few rougher neighborhoods that way as well, once you got out of the relatively safe area of Montreal near the Basilica. The large number of churches in the area really did make it safer, as people tended to look for and foster safety near the places now.

But there was a place about equal walking distance for them that was a possibility too, the Musee des Hospitalieres de I'Hotel-Dieu de Montreal, as the old museum and former hospital had been converted to a shelter and soup kitchen.

Or, she could find some other path.
 
Outside the door to his hotel room, Casey heard a strange clattering noise, but a familiar one. It sounded like bags of canned goods being set down. By the time he had gotten to even the peephole of his door, there was no one to be seen. Eventually, once Casey had with due diligence made sure that there was no one out there waiting to ambush him, he noticed the following outside his door-

Two Metro branded plastic shopping bags sat there, full of canned goods, as well as an envelope with his name written on it. Presuming he brought those into the room, he found a variety of canned goods, beef stew, canned macaroni and cheese, and a few varieties of vegetables, etc. , the one real outlier was a can of brown gravy. But in the envelope was a letter.

~~~
Casey, I didn't want to talk to you directly because this isn't the kind of thing I would see myself doing, ever.
You see, I lost my wife during the aftermath of the initial Invasion and I found myself quite incapable of doing what my wife and I did together beforehand,
Which was to take care of our developmentally disabled young adult son. I abandoned him. He's a strong and resourceful man -
Despite his childlike speech patterns he memorizes things very well and I taught him how to survive in the first few months, before...
Before I fell back into alcohol and drugs, and literally left him in the middle of the night.
I don't know if he is still alive, but his name is Gerard Boudreaux. I have enclosed his picture here.
Keep this food as a retainer, a down payment if you will. If you find him, I've enclosed the address where I have moved to.
It is not far from the Notre Dame Basilica, and I spend much of my day there, helping the aid workers.
We will discuss additional payment should you find Gerard.
Good luck and God Bless.

Nathaniel Boudreaux
~~~​
Casey started by first sorting through all the different types of canned goods that were in the bags, some were of use to him while others would just wiegh him down but fortunately he could possibly trade them for ammo or other useful supplies. It took him around an hour to get the goods sorted into two piles one of which he would keep the other would be traded.

''finding a kid, thats not something you see every day now-a-days'' he started to ramble to himself as he put hs RPK back together. once he ahd doen this he put the goods into two differnt bags and left the room, for now it seemed liek a good idea to see if he could get any solid information on where kids might dissappear too around here.

as he headed down into the main lobby of the inn he ws staying at he noticed that the receptonist was still there, he walked over to her and knocked on the wooden counter top to get her attention. ''excuse me but would you know where children or orphans might end up if they have no-one to support them?'' he asked her hoping that she might have soem sort of information that he could use.
 
Casey started by first sorting through all the different types of canned goods that were in the bags, some were of use to him while others would just weigh him down but fortunately he could possibly trade them for ammo or other useful supplies. It took him around an hour to get the goods sorted into two piles one of which he would keep the other would be traded.

''Finding a kid, that's not something you see every day now-a-days'' he started to ramble to himself as he put his RPK back together. once he and done this he put the goods into two different bags and left the room, for now it seemed like a good idea to see if he could get any solid information on where kids might disappear too around here.

As he headed down into the main lobby of the inn he was staying at he noticed that the receptionist was still there, he walked over to her and knocked on the wooden counter top to get her attention. ''Excuse me but would you know where children or orphans might end up if they have no-one to support them?'' he asked her hoping that she might have some sort of information that he could use.
"There are a few places nearby. The old museum, and the Basilica, are probably the largest ones. Are you looking to adopt, eh?" The lady said, grinning in a teasing manner at Casey.

"Of course there are rumors that some children are being sold as slaves, but that is supposedly happening on the far west side of town, past the mauvais quartier. If you're looking for a child to buy, however, it would be where you would go. But you didn't hear that from me. That's just a rumor." she added.
 
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"There are a few places nearby. The old museum, and the Basilica, are probably the largest ones. Are you looking to adopt, eh?" The lady said, grinning in a teasing manner at Casey.

"Of course there are rumors that some children are being sold as slaves, but that is supposedly happening on the far west side of town, past the mauvais quartier. If you're looking for a child to buy, however, it would be where you would go. But you didn't hear that from me. That's just a rumor." she added.
''thanks for the information miss'' he said ignoring the teasing that she was doing. he then quickly return to his room and grabbed a few basic supplies that he may need before he left the building.

''hmm i suppose checking out the more shady area would be a good start, plus if i check the safer areas first and he is at the dangerous one he could be sold by then'' he mused aloud as he start to head towards the Mauvais quatier. it didnt take him and overly long time to get there and when he did he could see that there was quite a few people from the dark side of soceity around here.
 
"I suppose it will be to much to expect a proper exchange-office, but lets see vhat I find..." she muttered to her-self in amusement, entering the massive building, and starting to browse everything set up inside. To her surprise, the interior vas actually heated, in sharp contrast to the chilly twilight outside, and her rather thick fabric jacket started to feel a bit cozy. She took it off and draped it over shoulder, now only in a simple blue-white T-shirt and vorn-out jeans, the T-shirt looking a bit snug on her toned body, around the chest and shoulders.
There wasn't an exchange office, but the manager's office from when it was an actual Opera House had been converted to be the headquarters for any sort of currency exchange, as it seemed very few of the vendors on the floor dealt with anything but bartering with goods and/or services, and some strange large copper coins that Natalija had never seen before.

As she approached the office a man was walking away with a clear plastic bag full of those coins and seemed quite pleased with himself. There was a small line and two guards at the door of the office, which did actually state it was the exchange office in several languages, Hungarian, Russian, and English.

The two people in front of her looked impatient. One was an older gentleman with a heavy bag in one hand, and a small wooden box in the other. The other, well, she looked like a prostitute, and not an expensive one. She stood there tapping her foot and cracking gum in her mouth. "Ya khochu, chtoby on toropitsya!"
 
There wasn't an exchange office, but the manager's office from when it was an actual Opera House had been converted to be the headquarters for any sort of currency exchange, as it seemed very few of the vendors on the floor dealt with anything but bartering with goods and/or services, and some strange large copper coins that Natalija had never seen before.

As she approached the office a man was walking away with a clear plastic bag full of those coins and seemed quite pleased with himself. There was a small line and two guards at the door of the office, which did actually state it was the exchange office in several languages, Hungarian, Russian, and English.

The two people in front of her looked impatient. One was an older gentleman with a heavy bag in one hand, and a small wooden box in the other. The other, well, she looked like a prostitute, and not an expensive one. She stood there tapping her foot and cracking gum in her mouth. "Ya khochu, chtoby on toropitsya!"
"Those coins must be the curency... Not exacly practical, but vhats there is there." she thoght.

Keeping her hands wel-clear of the rifle slinged over her back, so as not to apear thretening to the guards, Natalija aproached. Once closer, she noticed the older gentleman and the worn-out looking woman, clearly a cheap street hooker. Both of them seemed in a hurry. The hooker shot out some anxius-sounding phraze in Hungarian that for Natalija vas utterly in-comprehenzible.

"Hooker and her customer, maybe, haggling over price? Cute..." Natalija grined to her-self, geting in-line behind them, and reaching in-to her belt satchel, to check out how much money she had. She didnt give them much atention.
 
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