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Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Posted. I'll be hopping offline after I post one more time. It's getting late here.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

She swore under her breath while listening to this man constantly remind her of what a poor job she was doing. "I'm doing just fine! They pay me don't they?" It was so frustrating that people had the nerve to talk to people like that. It was true that she was struggling but what else could she do? Work in a sweat shop? They were full to bursting with people and they would get rid of you as soon as they worked you till your last breath. He asked her about a meal and she shot him another furious glare. "Why would I tell you?" Amelia snapped lifted her bucket of water a little higher to avoid some crates. There were a couple of moments where she was sure she was going to fall and splash water everywhere, but thankfully that didn't happen. Once she got closer to the tunnels she looked at him almost sadly. At this rate, she was going to lose her job because of this guy. She new that once her boss saw someone helping her it would be the end. Maybe a sweat shop wouldn't be that bad. Stay in a huge group of people and hope that you aren't the next one to get picked off. The closer she got to her destination the more she felt the horrible sense of dread. Now she really wished she had ignored the guy when he asked her where she was going. If she had just kept walking. She would have at least a tiny chance at keeping her job and the smallest thread of dignity that said that she was able to at least earn her own food.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

I'm trying to refrain from mentioning mature things past the phrase red-light district. XD Oh yea I posted ^_^

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Amelia glared at him. Sweetheart? Her insides churned at hearing the to word. She felt the urge to smack him with what was left of her left boot, but she doubted she would come across another one and the one she currently had one might fall apart in mid-swing. "I'm no one's sweetheart and I don't need you to look out for me either." She slid a little in the mud but quickly regained her balance. This guy was starting to get under her skin. He must have been one of those self proclaimed 'knight in shining armor' types. Then she grinned. Maybe she could use his so called generosity to her advantage. "If you really wanted to help a poor person such as myself. Help me get a better job! Not one in the red light district either. People get killed there!" She grumbled. Being a woman with no land or station was probably the worst position to be in. They made it to the well and she hurried to the pulley system so she could lower her bucket. She motioned for him to bring the other one close to her so she could fill though one too. Though was wasn't going to admit it, she did get there quicker while he carried the other bucket. The sun was slowly starting to warm the cold wet roads where she and the annoying man trudged through the grime together. Muddy water splashed everywhere in the more busy sections due to people driving carriages.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

@TheMusketMan I guess short posts are ok as long as we are having quick interactions like this one. Sorry if she sounds harsh. XD She doesn't want to go hungry on top of being homeless.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

The man plucked one bucket from her hand before she could even try to keep him from doing so. What was with this guy? He looked to well dressed to want her job. It wasn't long before she started talking about taking the other bucket from her. This had to stop now if she wanted to keep her job. "Listen bub!" She said while snapping her head upwards to look him in the eye. "I get paid barely enough to get a warm meal and if the contractor sees you helping me carry these things he's going to fire me on the spot! I appreciate your generosity, but I need to do this if I want to stay fed. I doubt you want to deal with the guilt of taking someone's only source of sustenance away from them would you? I'm sure you have a job and wouldn't take very kindly to someone walking in and doing it for you just because you were having a bit of a rough time." Amelia was too frustrated to sound like a toad with a cold like before. This was a tense situation and her feet were slipping in her shoes. "Now, could you please let me do what I'm paid to do?" She asked holding her hand out for the other bucket.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Posted. Oh and sorry if it seems short. I'm trying to leave room for character interaction. Wait for her to talk. XD Poor high voiced lady. XD I'm going to have her convinced that he wanted her to bring him water. Your character can follow her or wait for her to return, your choice. @TheMusketMan

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Amelia jerked feeling a hand thump on her shoulder. She looked over to see a man with a cigar asking a question. The puffs of smoke burned a little in her nostrils but it wasn't as bad as the smoke from the iron mills. That smell was enough to put her into a coughing fit. Amelia, trying to sound as gruff, muttered something about a well a mile away from the sight. "Did you need some water?" She asked in a low voice. It was proving to be very difficult as always to hide her high toned voice. It sounded more like she had a cold rather than a deep man's voice. Her boots squished into the muddy earth with a weird slopping noise. They were filled with holes when she got them so not only were her feet wet, but they were also muddy. Another layer of dirt to the growing collection on her body. It was a miracle she hadn't come down with some vile affliction yet. Trying not to look into the man's face, she continued looking down at the two bulky metal buckets she had to carry. "I'll bring you some water on the return trip." She said quickly while dipping her shoulder under his hand and trudging forward. The quickest path to the well was still about a mile on foot, but she didn't mind. Most people tended to avoid her due to her ragged looks. This lack of social contact, left her to her thoughts a great deal of the time. The rest of the time, she was watching to make sure that no one decided to make her their target for the day. It was very common for people to be targeted by thieves and ruffians in a city as large as this one.

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

Coolness. :)

Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

It was dawn and only a few people were making their way towards their jobs. The city was built near a massive river that transitioned into a 200ft water fall. Most of the larger works were either powered by steam or by the force of the river. In roped off sections, there was a large excavation project that attracted many people from all over the country. Some were looking for jobs while others were looking for adventure. There were rumors about what had been found during the excavation. Large underground structures that lead many to think that their city was built on top of a very ancient one. Where these rumors true? It was hard to tell. There were several incidents that turned up over the past few weeks. People disappearing or being crushed in a tunnel collapse. That didn't stop those who were desperate for a job. One of those poor souls who were crazy enough to take on the job and was made to get up before dawn the sun rose, was a young woman. She didn't really look like a woman, more like a large bulky mass of used clothes layered one over top of the other. Her matted hair was pulled back into a old cab hat and her shoes were different sizes, but both too big for her. The dirt that caked its self on to her skin made her over all look like that of a miserable old leather shoe. Walking in such ill fitting clothes did have it's advantages. Very few could tell she was a woman at all, which made working in the city much easier than it would be otherwise. Though being poor and constantly looking for shelter was no ideal state to be in. Her sleeping spots were few and far between. It was very rare to find a warm and dry habitation that wasn't already crammed full with other homeless workers like herself. The earth near the tunnels were wet and sloppy. Amelia almost lost one of her shoes with one step. Her current job was to bring buckets of water to the main entrance to the tunnels. They were used to clean mud from tools and various other reasons. She was one of twelve who did this throughout the day. At this point, she was grateful to have a job. "Can you carry two buckets this time?" called one of the greasy men who usually called out orders for her. Amelia simply nodded and heaved up two buckets trying not to show that she was struggling with them. If she said no she would easily be replaced with someone who could do what they asked.