1 Pay Your Damn Bills [D-Rank, Flashback, Solo] Sat Aug 24, 2013 11:29 am
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The sun was bright and harsh, shining into Daraku's eyes with an intensity that nearly blinded him. He put a hand over his eyes to shelter them as his feet waded through the sand that covered the village, headed toward the first of many establishments he was to have the privilege of visiting to chew out their owners. Technically, they weren't the real owners...of the buildings, at last. His mission, specifically put, was to make them pay their rent for the village-owned building they established their building in, because they had been skipping payments. He took it both for the reward and the opportunity to yell at people and, if he was lucky, steal from them or kill them.
Arriving at the first business, a small grocery store, Daraku barged in with a self-satisfied grin. He was only a young kid, by the age of 16, and although the spark in his eyes read innocent, he commanded attention and power as he walked into a room, and that innocent look was misleading. He approached the front desk, where the line waited. He passed in front of all of them, getting to the front and smiling at the man up there. "Are you the owner of this place?" The man nodded quietly in response. Daraku gripped him tightly around his neck, squeezing until the man wheezed for air. "And where is the money you owe the village?" The owner pointed to the cash register, and Daraku opened it, emptying the money owed into his pockets before smiling at the man again.
Mission Word Count
265/600
Arriving at the first business, a small grocery store, Daraku barged in with a self-satisfied grin. He was only a young kid, by the age of 16, and although the spark in his eyes read innocent, he commanded attention and power as he walked into a room, and that innocent look was misleading. He approached the front desk, where the line waited. He passed in front of all of them, getting to the front and smiling at the man up there. "Are you the owner of this place?" The man nodded quietly in response. Daraku gripped him tightly around his neck, squeezing until the man wheezed for air. "And where is the money you owe the village?" The owner pointed to the cash register, and Daraku opened it, emptying the money owed into his pockets before smiling at the man again.
Mission Word Count
265/600
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