District 8's black market...
Aug 7, 2009 8:50:47 GMT -5
Post by Lions Den OPEN on Aug 7, 2009 8:50:47 GMT -5
Gloriana rode into town feeling very proud of herself. She had managed to snag the perfect opportunity to make some extra money. After the ranch workers went home, Rory was allowed to take a horse and ride around town, thanks to the generosity of Madam, the head of the sheep ranch where her father was a key manager.
Though Madam being so nice was no way a guarantee that Rory wasn't going to take the scrap wool that would just get thrown out and try to get some spending money from it. And the only place to do that was really at District 8's black market the locals called the Lions Den.
So she rode next to the main street that ran east-to-west and then veered off to ride behind a cotton field, where the grass was still high and not a lot of people were about, their work days started and ended earlier so the place actually looked pretty deserted.
Finally she made it to the back door of a deserted repair warehouse where they used to keep the looms that needed to get fixed. She tethered Neil to a nearby post secluded enough so that none can see him but close enough to the door that he could hit the thin wall if anything happened.
Walking in, she admired the place. Thriving despite all the restrictions we had to endure. Punishment for taking wool or cotton wasn't as bad as District 11, if the rumors were true, but at the 3rd strike, if you hadn't lost your job yet, it was to the Thieves Prison. The only jail we really had but it was mostly just occupied with the usual miscreants or people who had gotten caught stealing 3 times. What Rory was doing was technically stealing but the law considered stealing as the taking of fresh wool or cotton with the intent to better your closet.
'You cant make clothes from the material you've taken but you can sell it, as long as you buy your clothes from the Capitol run stores. The world cannot be this ridiculous.' And with that thought, Rory joined in on the action, picked a booth and started haggling.
Though Madam being so nice was no way a guarantee that Rory wasn't going to take the scrap wool that would just get thrown out and try to get some spending money from it. And the only place to do that was really at District 8's black market the locals called the Lions Den.
So she rode next to the main street that ran east-to-west and then veered off to ride behind a cotton field, where the grass was still high and not a lot of people were about, their work days started and ended earlier so the place actually looked pretty deserted.
Finally she made it to the back door of a deserted repair warehouse where they used to keep the looms that needed to get fixed. She tethered Neil to a nearby post secluded enough so that none can see him but close enough to the door that he could hit the thin wall if anything happened.
Walking in, she admired the place. Thriving despite all the restrictions we had to endure. Punishment for taking wool or cotton wasn't as bad as District 11, if the rumors were true, but at the 3rd strike, if you hadn't lost your job yet, it was to the Thieves Prison. The only jail we really had but it was mostly just occupied with the usual miscreants or people who had gotten caught stealing 3 times. What Rory was doing was technically stealing but the law considered stealing as the taking of fresh wool or cotton with the intent to better your closet.
'You cant make clothes from the material you've taken but you can sell it, as long as you buy your clothes from the Capitol run stores. The world cannot be this ridiculous.' And with that thought, Rory joined in on the action, picked a booth and started haggling.
