Mosaic City, located along China's coast, is quite large city sometimes called the Crossroads Between Nations due to its diverse population. While it was once a large tourist spot, the city was placed under a blockade as the military appeared claiming there was a radiation leak. The true hazard, however, is much more sinister.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 2, 2014 12:44:01 GMT -5
Another day, another week, another load of cash from a bunch of junk. Similar to an event in the past, Akira had stepped up to the blonde woman's counter, producing what looked to be a cube- albeit, a very messy, icky looking cube- that was composed of numerous pieces of junk. The boy in drag just smiled at the blonde. He remembered his last attempt of taking the thing apart. It was a pain. He eventually just settled to smash it open that time. This time? He was letting the blonde take care of that. It was much simpler that way. Plus, the thought that he would effectively be bothering the nameless woman was a slight plus- in that amusing sort of way.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 9, 2014 10:29:32 GMT -5
Heading right on into the blonde woman's shop, the crossdresser hummed to himself with a wide grin. He was pretty durn satisfied with his progress as of late, and this woman was about to reward him for that progress, albeit in a very roundabout way which included the exchange of junk. All the same, the boy had every intention of utilizing the shop's glorious distribution of money goods for his junk goods. Especially if it happened to further his own ends. The woman got some junk, he got some money, and his already perky attitude would continue to soar like a certain appendage when watching kinky displays of things on the internet. Life was good.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 16, 2014 0:25:54 GMT -5
Akira strolled right on in to the blonde's woman's junk shop. With a kick to his step, the crossdresser hummed and produced a number of junkily junked junk goods. And by “produced”, in this case, he lobbed them onto the counter with the same level of care and concern as a smoker tossing butts out the window. The junk was varied. Some looked like it came from a certain floating castle. Other bits looked like they came from the mines or the hospital. One quality was shared among the things, though. All of it, without a single exception of any kind? Was completely and utterly junk. The boy in drag just smiled at the blonde, awaiting his weekly “allowance”.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 23, 2014 10:43:57 GMT -5
Waltzing on into the blonde woman's shop was basically a routine matter. Go in, dump junk, get paid, go out. It was routine on a level that the boy did not really have to put much thought behind it anymore. It was similar to the whole act of fighting. Outside of powerful opponents, the boy just had to ball his fist or swing his scissors, and things would split and spew everywhere. Very messy, sure, but the job got done either way. They were similar, outside of the fact that the boy didn't actually attack the blonde or make a mess on anything besides the counter, so it was a good enough comparison, he believed. Thinking that, the boy blinked.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Mar 30, 2014 10:41:27 GMT -5
Another week, another load, another pay. Akira kind of sort of completely blotted the whole visit to the blonde woman's shop from his mind. Had anything amazing or astounding occurred that would require brain bleach? Not really. Hell, nothing he had encountered in the world really required brain bleach yet. Not even Luka's ridiculous words when they went to the mall. Or Alisa's equally outlandish and infinitely more lewd words. Seriously, he had the oddest fortune when it came to women. It was just weird. Then again, there was nothing wrong with that. All the same, the exchange was done, and the crossdresser hefted his pay along with him as he left.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Apr 6, 2014 10:26:37 GMT -5
Akira strolled right along into the Gap, as he always did. In drag, looking great, and loaded down with junk, the young man was prepared to receive his just desserts from the questionably-as-just blonde woman. What she did with the junk was beyond him. Actually, he didn't really care what she did with it until it proved to be an issue. If it did become an issue, then he'd just have to find a new cash camel. For the time being, he was going to ride out the benefits of this setup. It was all he could do, after all. More money meant more nice clothes to replace the damaged threads he'd had to part with due to Shadow shenanigans. Dismissing his thoughts on the matters, he dumped his junk on the counter and crossed his arms, rocking on his heels. Time to wait for the gold.
Post by Akira Nakajima on Apr 13, 2014 0:00:24 GMT -5
Akira strolled on into the Gap once again for the same purpose as always. Well, always minus the missions, at least. That day, he was simple there to cash-out on some junk. Other days, it might have been to take the gold for the missions. Either way, it was a time of profits for the boy in drag, regardless of when he did step into the structure. He dumped his things off and awaited the load that would be given to him in place of his burden. The blonde woman was doing her blonde woman things in a very blonde woman manner. He kind of had to wonder if she was a ditz when nobody was looking.