did you get insurance with that? [grant]
Dec 5, 2020 3:01:50 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Dec 5, 2020 3:01:50 GMT -5
MARLOWE
The sun had set only a couple hours ago, the silent streets of District Three mourning the death of its tributes. It's been many years since a tribute from three had made it home. Thirteen, was it now? Looking at the statistics, not many from the upper districts seemed to make it home these days. Results, which no doubts, would be driving the people of the career districts crazy.
Fingers quickly check the wrapping on the package tucked under my arm. The box was rather large, filled with fragile, expensive, illegal goods that I had obtained through my sources over the internet. The favours I had to pull still caused my skin to crawl, but the payout would be worth it. I had been shocked, initially, when the buyer had approached me. The items that they were looking for were almost impossible to find, and the risks involved- well, lets just say I prayed to Ripred that I would not get caught.
With my free hand I tug on the hood of my jacket, pulling it further over my eyes. The crowds had started to die down, last few stragglers making their way home for the night, to sleep and eat and then repeat the same routine the next day.
I watch as a tired old man turns the key to his shop, sighing heavily as he turns to head down the street. Most likely he had done the exact same thing for the past ten years. Climbed out of bed in the morning, had breakfast, before heading to work. Preforming tasks that was so tedious that it was brain numbing. Yet, he was comfortable, content, in his routine he had set up for himself that he would most likely do the same thing right up until he retired. Or until died.
I could think of nothing worse.
Rounding a corner I collide with something- no, someone. "Fuck!" the curse slips from my lips no louder than a whispers as the package beneath my arm slips free from my grip. Crashing to the ground the contents shatters, the sound causing panic to surge through me. "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no." Dropping to my knees I quickly grab for the box giving it a rough shake. The clinking of broken glass causes my eyes to flash up towards the person at fault.
"Do you have any idea what you have just done?!" I growl, scrambling to my feet so that I stood before him, only a foot away, finger jabbing him rough in the chest. I was screwed. The buyer was going to fucking kill me.