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>>40003272

You think back, trying to remember exactly how you got here.

The first distinct memory you've got would be the how painful it was to be cold. Agonizing really. Your, apartment was it?, had numerous holes in it. Though, that was to be expected considering it was in one of the most crime ridden areas of Delta city. What is surprising is how you're Ma and Da managed to keep you up and about with two jobs apiece. However, parents can only do so much, and you spent many a night by your lonesome. During these times, you discovered your love of the flame. It's elegant dance, the loving warmth it gave you, and the sheer beauty of it. It's bright orange flames stood to contrast your jet black hair and emerald green eyes. With each flick it grew nearer and nearer to your heart, acting as a parental figure, speaking to you in the darkest of times. Sometimes quite literally. When it told you to light more of it's kind, you listened. Mom and Dad didn't much enjoy that, seeing as they were crying when they found you among the burned out wreckage of the apartment. Remarkably you had no burns on you, despite a gas leak making the entirety of the building go up in a massive ball of heat and flames.

For many years after that, you and your family got by by panhandling and living in shelters. It was pathetic, to say the least. When you were in school, others would mock you behind your back for the clothes and dirty face. Some would call you a murderer, saying you killed an entire building's worth of people. Most stayed away, even the teachers. No matter, you had fire. It never judged.

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>>40003511

Funny, how distant those times seem. No matter now, seeing how you've spent the past five years drifting from city to city. Delta's just another dot on the map for you.

Looking down, you see a small crumpled slip of paper. For some reason it piques your interest and you reach down to pick it up.

>Acquired a crumpled piece of paper!

Unwraveling it, you find it reads:

>"JACOB. COME ALONE. 17123 SECADA STREET. JOEY'S.

Heh, looks like someone might be coming your way soon.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>40003272
>>40003511
>>40003718

C, let's see what's up with the girl.

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>>40003784
>18

'Worth a shot. Taking a look down the sides to make sure no one's coming, you head over to the girl, getting a better view.

She's short, barely standing to your shoulder, with blue eyes and enough mascara to fund a country. Despite the gratuitous amount of makeup you can see on her face, she doesn't look half bad. Sure, being out in the rain and on the street won't do anyone good, but still, gotta stay positive. Figuring it can't do any harm, you pipe up behind her.

>"Yo."

The sudden noise makes her jump a bit, causing her to turn around and get an eyefull of you.

>"Howdy stranger. I'm guessing you're here on business? If so, it's twenty five dollars an hour."

Seems like a bit of a tomboy this one.

ACTIONS:
>[A] Chat with her. Always nice to have some company.
>[B] Take her up on the offer. It's been a while since you've gotten some action anyways.
>[C] Hit her, why not?
>[D] Leave. You don't have time for this lowlife.
>[E] Write-in.

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>>40003995
I'm assuming we need to roll.

Anyways, A and if possible B.

>>40003995
>[A] Chat with her. Always nice to have some company.

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>>40004057
>>40004145

>"So..."

You've honestly no idea how to carry a conversation, seeing as how the most socializing you got was with your parents and that was a long time ago. You look around awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.

>"Ah, so you're a talker, not a fucker? Well I'm all ears."

Why does she have to talk so strangely? No matter, you've got her attention.

>"What's your name? How'd you get here?"

She looks at you, head cocked to the side.

"Name's anything you want it to be. Though most call me Maria. Got here by way of drug possession. Only way to pay the rent, if I had one."

She nabs your smoke and takes a drag, blowing it out with a quick ring.

>"What about you? You look like a bum, and I'm guessing you're not here for my offer?"

>>40004241
>"Name's anything you want it to be. Though most call me Maria. Got here by way of drug possession. Only way to pay the rent, if I had one."
*

What do?

>>40004322
Tell her our name, and say that we're open to her offer if she's willing to keep talking.

>>40004372
One vote. Any others?

>>40004404
Going once, going twice...

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>>40004241

>"My name's Aaron. Glad to see you're willing to talk."

You take a moment to compose yourself with a quick puff. Then resume.

>"I'd be willing to pay you. I'm not a bum by the way, just a bit mental."

The last bit makes her a bit more uncomfortable, causing her to look about to make sure no one is watching. She leans in closer, eyes filled with concern.

>"You ain't a cop, right? And you're not one o' those schizos, the ones who'll kill a girl like me, correct?"

You give her a reassuring nod, eyes shining through the shroud of your hoody as empathetic and a bit warm. Just as flame taught you.

>"Don't worry, I'm not that crazy."

What do you tell her about?
>[A] You're past. A trip down memory lane might help the dreary mood.
>[B] Vent. You're cold, damp, and tired. You need to yell.
>[C] Disregard the conversation and jump straight to the sex. That's what she does, right?
>[D] Hit her, got her nice and vulnerable.
>[E] Write in.

>>40004620
E, ask her what she knows about the city. Then B and C.

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>>40004732
>E
>B
>C

>"Look Maria. I'll be perfectly honest with you. I have no fucking clue what to do in this city. See, I'm a wanderer, hate being tied down and all that. I know I sound a bit cliched, but fuck it. It's who I am."

You pause, realizing that last bit was supposed to stay in your head, though she looks a bit amused by it.

>"Anyways...I really know fuck all about this city. The extent of my knowledge is that this place is it's got Delta in it's name. Care to tell me what's what?"

The look on her face grows into full on laughter. She looks up, massive grin on her pale, freckled face.

>"Delta City's the worst place you could be. Ridiculous unemployment rate, gang wars, human trafficking. Honestly a fucking miracle the Feds haven't come down on us. You'd think those synthetics they've got would be patrolling up and down the streets."

She looks off into the distance, distracted by something.

>"Shit. They're here. Look, follow me inside and I'll tell you the rest."

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