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 Shirako Tachibana on Mar 2, 2014 12:46:41 GMT -5
Shirako had what was essentially a blank check to get whatever she wanted however she wanted, but it really wasn't within her style to utilize ridiculous funding to get what she needed. For an emergency, sure, she'd rely on it. It was a trump card of sorts, after all. However, for the everyday, the menial, and whatnot, the woman as fine with relying on herself to produce funds she needed. That was why she was utilizing the Gap as a means of easy-acquisition. It wasn't hard to find the place. Just a tiny bit of groundwork after going through the terminal would reveal the location. It wasn't like it was being hidden.
Not really planning to linger and socialize with anybody else that happened to step in at that time, the woman just approached the counter where the blonde was located. Producing a few pieces of lightweight, but valuable, pieces she acquired during her infiltrations of the executive building, she awaited evaluation and payment. After that, she'd pull a disappearing act.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Mar 9, 2014 10:33:20 GMT -5
Shirako quietly strolled into the blonde woman's shop. There was nothing to say. Words were not needed. There was a mutual understanding, of sorts, between herself and the blonde. All that was needed was the deposit of goods and the withdrawal of funds. It was like an ATM of sorts. The machine didn't ask a person how they were, it just asked for what was needed. After that, it presented money without concern and let the person go on their way without further concerns. Their exchanges were similar to that. The woman produced her goods and waited. Once all was said and done, she could head out, just as silently as she had appeared, with no need to waste time.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Mar 16, 2014 0:28:15 GMT -5
Shirako, as always, moved in like a wraith. Not a sound until she knocked on the counter to assure that she was noticed. She began to lay out some junk. The funding she received there would serve her for a bit of her day-to-day. Fortunately, she didn't need too much else to get by for the time being. There'd likely be a time in which she'd need to rearm herself, but she'd worry about it then. If worst came to worst, then she'd worry about resorting to her funding provided by the company. She was there on her own business, though. She'd have preferred to stick away from it as much as possible.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Mar 23, 2014 10:46:01 GMT -5
Shirako silently stepped into the establishment. Just as silently as that, she placed a few things from the executive building and hospital down on the counter. She then gave the surface a quick double-tap with her knuckles. Better to be safe and done than bored and ignored. Either way, the woman awaited the end of the exchange before nodding to herself and carrying on out of the structure. She had no need to linger more than that. It was time to return to the city, regroup and reorganize, then rest. After a short break, it'd be time to head out again. There were traces to follow up on and marks to snuff out. A little patience and caution would go a long way.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Mar 30, 2014 10:43:54 GMT -5
Another trip in, another drop off, another cash out. Her weekly ritual provided her with enough funds to make due without relying on the bigger funds she had received prior to her arrival. All in all, the trips were an okay means of walking off the stress and wounds from her battles. Her goals were drawing nearer. She was finally getting into the correct areas of the hospital. Soon, she'd find her mark. She'd find her mark and claim its life. Then she'd be down to two. Either way, she knocked on the counter and placed her junk down, awaiting her weekly allowance. After that, it'd be time to head home and wash-up. And, after that, eat.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Apr 6, 2014 10:28:47 GMT -5
Shirako just walked right on into the Gap with the same level of concern as usual. Quiet, to the point, and ready to leave even before she entered, the woman made her way to the junk exchange counter and put her stuff down. Giving the surface a quick couple of smacks with her knuckles, the woman lowered her left arm, letting her right hand rest upon the hilt of her blade. After she finished up there, it'd be time to put her things away into the safe little travel case that nobody bothered paying attention to. The few times people did bother staring or asking questions, she killed their interest by telling them it was just photography gear. Which wasn't a complete lie, since she did have some in the container.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Apr 13, 2014 0:02:14 GMT -5
Shirako quietly paced into the establishment before putting her junk on the counter and knocking again. It was a simple process. Lay out the goods, get the attention, grab the cash, and get out. It was, oddly enough, similar to a weapons deal in some of the nastier, grittier back-street locations in Tokyo. Minus, of course, the risk of discovery or stray bullets flying every which way. So, they were similar in spirit, if not in typical breakdown formulas. Either way, with her payment in hand, the woman turned on her heel and headed off. No need to linger. Nothing else caught her eye. It was time to head “home” for the day.
Post by Shirako Tachibana on Apr 20, 2014 10:25:46 GMT -5
Shirako slowly stepped into the Gap. Her body ached. Though she had gotten through the night easily enough, that last major battle had been enough of a pain to leave her body wracked with pain for a few good days. Likely, it would continue like that for a time. Any time her heart had a chance to act up to that degree, it was often the case. All the same, she had to continue on this route. She needed to find new leads for her marks. She also needed more strength. No, not more. She needed to regain her strength, so she could fight like she had before. Letting her training slip was a horrible thing that would continue to present issues for her to overcome.
With a sigh, she knocked on the counter, awaiting the exchange.