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 Jaelyn Callahan on Feb 6, 2014 0:41:26 GMT -5
So there was a woman in the abandoned station who would buy junk salvaged from the outer circle?! This was something Jaelyn needed to know sooner. Much sooner. As in, if she had known it the first time she stepped into the outer circle, she would have saved herself quite a few unpleasant experiences that came from having no money. How mortifying...she really hoped that the crazy lady dealing in junk didn't see or hear her reaction when she had noticed.
And she had to be crazy. What sane person would hang out in a place like this? ...Although, Jaelyn thought, it wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't far more well known than she had first thought.
"Here," she said, laying out the junk for the crazy lady to appraise. A few discarded weapons, broken electronics, and something that might have once been a precious photograph...now it was a scrap of paper too rotted away to see what once was on in and a rather nice-looking frame. Did she care about selling things that might have been keepsakes to someone else? No, not really. It's not like they were any good to them anymore, while to her it was a meal ticket.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Feb 13, 2014 0:47:47 GMT -5
The last time Jaelyn had done something like this had been a lifesaver. A...very short-lived lifesaver. The next thing she knew, she was dirt poor again. So of course, she had to gather crap to sell for then. This time, she expanded beyond what she found in and around the immediate area of the subway terminal and back into the outer circle, finding decent few more items. Much of the area had already been cleaned out, but she was still able to find a few places where nobody else had looked and gather things there to present. And, of course, there were more discarded weapons around even in the areas that were otherwise cleaned out. And bullet casings. Did nobody pick up their own brass?
Well, whatever. So long as it was there for her to claim, she was going to do it.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Feb 20, 2014 2:33:09 GMT -5
This time, Jaelyn had had the common sense to just take a bag with her to pick up the crap she found lying around. Now, it was full, and so she brought it back to the junk dealer. She laid out the items she had found: more discarded weapons, more old electronics, more bits of scrap metal that looked like they could only be used for melting down for something else...the usual, mostly. Innovative, she wasn't. At least not when it came to anything that didn't involve finding new ways to stab something. But so long as it was getting her money, it didn't matter.
Although, after multiple trips, she was starting to wonder, just who the heck was this woman she was selling it all to? And what was she doing with it?
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Feb 27, 2014 5:07:28 GMT -5
Maybe it was surviving the full moon, or maybe something else had emboldened her, but Jaelyn now found herself searching for junk farther and farther out in the shadowlands than she usually went now. And her latest trip was more rewarding for it. She had run across expensive-looking pieces of machinery scattered about what looked like it had been a war zone, an intact but no longer functional laptop in an abandoned and only slightly damaged house, a few more keepsakes that nobody would need anymore, and a few other assorted things. All in all, it was a good haul. Better than the usual crap she found, at least. But still none of it was worth doing anything with except selling.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Mar 6, 2014 2:24:18 GMT -5
This week Jaelyn brought back...a thing. She wasn't entirely sure what it was, just that it was electronic in nature, had come out of a plane, and looked expensive. She had found it while exploring the airplane hangers at the (now abandoned and shadow-infested) airport. There had been a plane was sitting wide open with a number of parts removed and sitting out around it. It had probably been undergoing maintenance when the blockade happened, and then all the people working on it got eaten. Or...something like that. Whatever had happened, the plane had been abandoned and all of the parts sitting out had been free for the taking. So Jaelyn had helped herself.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Mar 13, 2014 6:28:54 GMT -5
More plane crap this time. And also a few 'priceless' paintings that actually really sucked and probably weren't worth much. Jaelyn had actually tried to burn them, when a certain shadow showed up and froze them while attacking her. The frames, at least, were salvageable and worth a quick bucks, but only a few of the pieces themselves were still in any good condition. Jaelyn didn't much care, though. As far as she was concerned, the burnt ones looked better. That was part of why she had tried to burn all of them in the first place. And yet, this stuff had been liked enough to be put in a museum. Modern art truly was incomprehensible.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Mar 21, 2014 10:59:17 GMT -5
This would be her last batch of plane crap for awhile. Probably. The shadows there were starting to get a little too easy, and she needed more of a challenge if she was going to keep getting stronger. Never mind the fact that there was still a barrier keeping her from getting farther into the airport than the runways and hangar areas. So after discovering that on the last trip, Jaelyn decided to make it her last one and salvaged as much extra crap as she could to make up from it. As she made her way back to the dealer and laid it out to sell off, she was still thinking over where to go next. Maybe that deep pit. Or...ugh, the hospital.
Post by Jaelyn Callahan on Mar 26, 2014 21:33:26 GMT -5
In contrast to her previous offerings of plane crap, Jaelyn now came in with hospital crap. Most of it was the kind of thing that would creep people out, like old needles or equipment so messed up that nobody was sure what any of it did anymore. But whatever. Crap was crap. And if she got money from it, she didn't distinguish one brand of crap from the other. Hey, maybe some of it would be interesting to someone else. Or even her, once it was appraised. She doubted it, but there was that option. Just like there was always the option to find new knives by embedding her current knives in a shadow's face. Didn't mean that kind of thing usually happened.