#kai pak

[apiratereject]

when: 1 november 2024 where: wailing waters who: @kai-pak

Make-up was smudged on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was currently thanking the kind stranger who had handed her some cash out of sympathy. Mari counted off the money in her hand, before tucking it away, but then wiping her tears from her face. 

It was often easy for her to put on a dramatic display and beg for money. Mari wasn’t above it. She often did exactly what she needed to do in order to survive, and she used her feminine wiles and innocent looks to put on a very public display of distress to get money from strangers. Really, if her life had gone differently, she could have easily been an actress. 

She turned around, once she had made sure the money was stored safely away in her chest and realized she was face-to-face with a familiar visage. “Hey,” she said. “I know you. “What’re you doing here?” She asked as if she knew his habits, though she definitely didn't. Perhaps he was exactly where he was meant to be.

[screamingspector]

when: 10 september 2023 where: wail of fortune gambling parlor, wailing waters who: @kai-pak

Zyrynd being a well known figure at the casino never had to wait for anything. Such was the case as he approached the bar and despite the crowd, was immediately asked what he wanted and served. He hadn't come alone, though.

He turned to his friend. "Anything you want and it's on me," he said to Kai. "Even the stuff that's a hundred per shot." Because there definitely was such high priced liquors that only a small percentage of patrons could dare to afford. "In fact, I insist on it." He snapped his fingers so they could bring Kai a glass of the best, this way they'd have something to go with catching up.

"How's life on the outside treating you, then? You ever find that job?"

[apiratereject]

when: 15 february 2024 where: port grave who: @kai-pak

Mari stumbled out of the door of the Graveyard Inn, or rather, she was pushed out, a set of hands shoving her out onto the street. There were shouts as she was told she would not be welcome until she had the money to pay off her bill.

She was hit squarely in the face by the knapsack that contained her few belongings. A change of clothes, some spare change, a notebook, some charcoal, make-up, some cheap jewelry, a flask and some cigarettes. “And fuck you too!” she shouted back, though she doubted they heard her, and if they did, they’d hardly cared.

Her curly hair sticking up at odd angles, make-up smudged and making her look more like a clown, Mari picked up her bag, as well as the few things that had fallen out in the process. As she straightened up, she glared at a passerby. “What the fuck are you looking at?”