Thread: The Citadel (Master_Germish X PressHeartToStart)

RE The Citadel You said three caps yesterday, and now its eight?! The voice rang out over the small marketplace, the woman speaking pulling the scarf that had been covering her mouth as she spoke. Addison did not resemble the average citizen of New Haven. Fair skin and bright green eyes were both uncommon features, along with her auburn hair. Even through her layers of clothing, most of which was ragged and well worn, the curve of her body was evident. It was as though she werent built for her station, yet here she was in the morning sun...arguing with a shopkeep. This is fucking bullshit, Moris! And you know it! Supply and demand, sweetheart. The elderly man, who was missing more teeth than he had left smiled at her. It was enough to make her skin crawl, and it was taking everything she had to not leap over the makeshift counter than had been thrown together. What demand? Addison pulled her arm out, motioning to lack of line behind her. Nobody was waiting to buy anything from the man, although a crowd was starting to gather due to the commotion. Give me the damn bobby pins, or I swear I will- What? What are you going to do? Look, I offer you fair price. You dont like it, you go somewhere else. It was obvious he wasnt scared of her, and maybe it was because even though he was old...he was still a rather sizable man. Had probably also been in a few scuffled throughout his lifetime. You want to make a deal, maybe we can discuss some...other form of payment? Pfft. Get bent. The last thing she wanted to do was walk away, but this conversation was obviously pointless. There was no way he was going to bend on the price, and there was no way she was going to bend over for him. A hand moved up to run through her long auburn locks as she turned to walk away. People were staring, a few whispering, but she did her best to ignore it. Seeing as how her temper was already flared and the last thing she needed was to get herself into more trouble. As soon as she had made it a good distance away from the stand, the crowd started to disperse, a little disappointed that nothing eventful had really happened. Addison simply tried to forget about it, as she knew that if she didnt...she would be irked by it all day. The market stretched out a ways, before opening up to a large campsite. There were tents and small shacks littered about. The fires from the previous night had already been put out, but the smell of campfire still hung heavily in the air. This was where the squatters stayed. Travelling merchants or nomads. People who didnt stay in one place too long, but stayed long enough to need a shelter. Further down was the actual settlement. Old houses that had been pieced back together lined the street. They werent pretty, and 90 of them looked like they might collapse at any moment, but they were certainly better than a tent. Especially when night came. Addison lived in one of the homes with her mother and older brother. A few years ago they had lost her father, some kind of infection. It wasnt uncommon out here, as they werent well equipped with doctors or medicine. Still, they made due with what they had. It didnt mean everyone was cured though. The young woman kept walking past her house, knowing that her mom had been in a mood this morning, and not wanting to break the news that she hadnt managed to procure the bobby pins just yet. No, it seemed more logical to break the news later in the day. Maybe after her mom had partaken in a few drinks down at the pub. Which seemed to be a more and more common occurrence ever since her father had passed. So instead of going home, she simply kept walking, heading to the outskirts of town. There was an old swingset there, which was where Addison often went when trying to kill time. The metal groaned as she took a seat, but there was no sway or hint that it might collapse. With a soft sigh she simply started to swing, losing herself in thought, and replaying that stupid argument with the shopkeep over again in her head.