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You’ve never heard the city so quiet. The full moon and gentle, but certain to intensify, rain serving to drive even the most dedicated late-summer youth to stay home…
Or perhaps, it’s your current proximity to police that keeps the surrounding, which just so happens to be some holding cells in a precinct near Kabuki-cho, this hushed. Whatever the case, you’d hoped for some white noise to help you get some rest, but all you find is silence keeping you awake while you wait for any kind of response from these assholes who’ve apprehended you.
A thought wrenches your mind from the moonlit view out the window.
“Shit… Ryo’s gonna be pissed.” You mutter to yourself.
Rent’s due tonight. You’ve got the money on-time, for once, but it’s gonna be a little hard to deliver the cash from a jail cell. At least you’ll have a good excuse.
Your usual near-scowl shapes into a grin in the window’s reflection.
How’s a troublesome girl like you make a living all by herself in a city like Tokyo, anyways?
>You work nights as a freelance carrier for some of the Yakuza families working their beats in the entertainment districts. Sometimes you take on rowdier tasks if the pay’s good. You feel a kinship with dealmakers… (Background:YAKUZA)
>You’ve been a student of blade arts from a young age. You leverage that talent as a Tenshinryu performer part-time. It may only be performative, but your knowledge makes you the most skilled of the troupe. You feel a kinship with warriors… (Background:SAMURAI)
>You live in what can barely be called a Shinto shrine in the heart of the city. Though you’re rarely asked to perform duties, your shrine is enough of a pillar to get enough donations to survive. You feel a kinship with spiritualists… (Background:MIKO)
Or perhaps, it’s your current proximity to police that keeps the surrounding, which just so happens to be some holding cells in a precinct near Kabuki-cho, this hushed. Whatever the case, you’d hoped for some white noise to help you get some rest, but all you find is silence keeping you awake while you wait for any kind of response from these assholes who’ve apprehended you.
A thought wrenches your mind from the moonlit view out the window.
“Shit… Ryo’s gonna be pissed.” You mutter to yourself.
Rent’s due tonight. You’ve got the money on-time, for once, but it’s gonna be a little hard to deliver the cash from a jail cell. At least you’ll have a good excuse.
Your usual near-scowl shapes into a grin in the window’s reflection.
How’s a troublesome girl like you make a living all by herself in a city like Tokyo, anyways?
>You work nights as a freelance carrier for some of the Yakuza families working their beats in the entertainment districts. Sometimes you take on rowdier tasks if the pay’s good. You feel a kinship with dealmakers… (Background:YAKUZA)
>You’ve been a student of blade arts from a young age. You leverage that talent as a Tenshinryu performer part-time. It may only be performative, but your knowledge makes you the most skilled of the troupe. You feel a kinship with warriors… (Background:SAMURAI)
>You live in what can barely be called a Shinto shrine in the heart of the city. Though you’re rarely asked to perform duties, your shrine is enough of a pillar to get enough donations to survive. You feel a kinship with spiritualists… (Background:MIKO)
