Post by Rei Eckhard on Mar 3, 2012 13:26:38 GMT -5
Lost Angels, a city within the sands of the Shining Desert, know for its loose regulations and casinos. One could either strike it big or lose it all here. The ones who fortune smiled on left it happy. The rest ended joining the darker parts of the city, scrounging for any money they could to try once more at that "lucky" slot machine. The bright and shining lights of the city drew all in, and the more it drew in the bigger it got.
People are draw in by big risks, because the bigger they are the better the reward. It takes effort to resist these urges, to take a chance to make your own world with the massive amounts of money. And when its a day with no work, when the bright lights die down and you can see through to the actually structure, you just sit there and stare at these unimpressive buildings wondering if you should take the risk.
And that is why I situated Odd Jobs as far as possible from the cluster of casinos. I don't want that temptation to come over me, to end up risking all I have and going back to that life. I'm fine with the life I have now, I don't need either fortune or poverty. On the outskirts of town, away from the poverty, greed, and misfortune of this place.
The building itself was nothing special, a two story office building that resembled a small cube stacked on top of a big cube. The building was a light brown that resembled the sands of the world outside and worn around by the very same sands. The upper level contained the bedroom, a small bedroom, a basic kitchen, living room and a bathroom. The bottom floor was larger, holding an office, a waiting area and a large room to conduct business in. The waiting area was a small room room with coffee tables, chairs and magazines placed there to kill time. The business room was a empty except for 2 doors, 2 sofas and a table between them. There business would be dealt with, the terms, conditions and pay. A contract would be signed and then stored away in the office.
The day was slow, no potential clients and no work to be done today. Soon it was noon, and rather than sitting around I set up the closed sign and set out for town. Each familiar place I passed reminded me of the work I had done. Repaired the roof of that store, delivering important goods from there, ensuring a drug deal went smoothly in that corner over there. Work wasn't always pleasant but it kept me fed and a roof over my head.
This place wasn't the best to live in, but its better than some of what I hear. I'll take this City of Sin over a chaotic world any day.
People are draw in by big risks, because the bigger they are the better the reward. It takes effort to resist these urges, to take a chance to make your own world with the massive amounts of money. And when its a day with no work, when the bright lights die down and you can see through to the actually structure, you just sit there and stare at these unimpressive buildings wondering if you should take the risk.
And that is why I situated Odd Jobs as far as possible from the cluster of casinos. I don't want that temptation to come over me, to end up risking all I have and going back to that life. I'm fine with the life I have now, I don't need either fortune or poverty. On the outskirts of town, away from the poverty, greed, and misfortune of this place.
The building itself was nothing special, a two story office building that resembled a small cube stacked on top of a big cube. The building was a light brown that resembled the sands of the world outside and worn around by the very same sands. The upper level contained the bedroom, a small bedroom, a basic kitchen, living room and a bathroom. The bottom floor was larger, holding an office, a waiting area and a large room to conduct business in. The waiting area was a small room room with coffee tables, chairs and magazines placed there to kill time. The business room was a empty except for 2 doors, 2 sofas and a table between them. There business would be dealt with, the terms, conditions and pay. A contract would be signed and then stored away in the office.
The day was slow, no potential clients and no work to be done today. Soon it was noon, and rather than sitting around I set up the closed sign and set out for town. Each familiar place I passed reminded me of the work I had done. Repaired the roof of that store, delivering important goods from there, ensuring a drug deal went smoothly in that corner over there. Work wasn't always pleasant but it kept me fed and a roof over my head.
This place wasn't the best to live in, but its better than some of what I hear. I'll take this City of Sin over a chaotic world any day.