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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 3, 2015 5:34:41 GMT
The Trade Winds Motel was most likely at one point, a decent establishment with adequate space, dwellings, and municipal facilities. However, the hotel was siezed, like most of the property in Starcrown Heights, by the united states through Eminent Domain and converted into a housing center during the reign of the supermen. Many years since then, and with an owner of questionable legal standing and a shotgun under the desk, the Trade Winds stands as one of the cheapest housing areas, and willing to do business with starborns no questions asked. Most things can happen no questions asked at the Trade Winds, which enforces a strict "Bring-Your-Own-Security-Measures" ((BYOSM)) policy.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 3, 2015 5:44:00 GMT
Keiko woke up on the floor, wrapped in a thick blanket, and staring up and the cracked drywall that made up the ceiling for her apartment. She sat up with a stretch, reaching up to brush aside the bright pink hair from her face as she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd woken up in the same place she'd gone to be, and not floated off somewhere or had someone break in and kidnap her during the night. She got up and walked towards the small bathroom, running the water a few seconds to let anything sitting in the pipes cycle out, before rinsing her mouth out. She looked in the mirror, tired green eyes staring back at her as she let out another sigh.
Thus she began her daily routine as she always had since coming to this city, looking for a new life for herself. Brushing her teeth, combing her hair, a shower if the plumbing worked, and out the door to buy something nice to eat, and find someplace to make some cash.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 3, 2015 6:00:32 GMT
The hotel manager, a former activist turned hustler named Tyrone McPhee, whistled at Keiko from his lawnchair near the office. "Got my two hundred yet, Miss Macarena?" Tyrone may have been a good man once, twenty years past, but imprisonment in Starcrown had made him a bitter and cynical man.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 3, 2015 6:34:32 GMT
Keiko looked towards the manager as she felt a near blush come over her, still getting used to how forward and direct many people were in this city. "I-I'm working on it, Mr. McPhee..." She'd been learning how to address people since she'd made it to this country, a bit glad she'd managed to avoid using "san" this time around. Still, he rasied a good point. She was running low on money, what she had marked and rationed for food and necessities didn't leave much in the way of cash. She didn't want to dip into the small amount she had squirreled away, but she'd have to if she didn't find some means of money soon.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 3, 2015 8:30:48 GMT
"Well..." Tyrone scratched his gangly, unshaven chin. "If you're looking for work, I might know a few interested entrepreneurs.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 3, 2015 23:29:25 GMT
Keiko looked towards tyrone curiously, feeling more then a bit cautious as she spoke, "You do?" she asked, not used to this type of generosity here.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 2:37:23 GMT
"Yeah..." He stood up from the chair with the aid of a wooden cane, then waved her over. "Come into my office, girl. I think we can work something out." He began hobbling inside on a poor leg.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 4, 2015 5:11:24 GMT
Keiko followed along, her mind wandering a bit as she looked around the office area.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 4, 2015 11:50:07 GMT
The office area was small and clean, but there was still a sense of disdain throughout it, with personal items scattered throughout. Tyrone gestured to a chair with his cane before taking his own seat. "How well you know Starcrown?"
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 4, 2015 23:49:21 GMT
Keiko took a seat, hands in her lap as she sat straight, looking away slightly as she thought about it, "N-ot much...I know the history, but only from what I've read...and seen here..." She said, not liking admitting that she didn't know much. She was bright, she knew that, but she was bright in the academic sense. Being in a new city, in a new country, even with research on the language and customs, was foreign to her.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 5:16:01 GMT
He flipped through his wallet as he spoke. "Well, twenty years ago, they turned this place into the American Auschwitz. My wife and I were thrown in because we thought not subverting God's laws was a low price to pay to save American lives. She died from a broken skull and I lived with a busted leg, both courtesy of the same 'peacekeeping taskforce.'" He handed her a photo of young black couple, on what seemed to be a school campus in happier times.
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 7, 2015 5:55:45 GMT
Keiko's hands twitched a bit at the new information, knowing full well how some of the less tolerant people treated those they saw as invader sympathizers. "I'm sorry for your loss..." She said honestly as she looked to the photo, reminded of her own fathers family photos back in Okinawa.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 6:18:45 GMT
"Yeah..." He looked at the photo for a quiet moment before putting it away. "Anyway, a few local businessmen and I have been putting together a group for newcomer to help newcomers get situated. We also try to help people find jobs if they can. It's not great work, but we can tell you where to look.
He handed her a card from his desk. It read,
Starcrown Heights Welcoming Center
61 Miller Street
Open at all Hours
"I highly recommend you check it out as soon as you can find it. They do good work in the community, and they can always use some help."
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Post by Keiko Nakajima on May 7, 2015 6:55:32 GMT
Keiko looked towards the card, curious about the offer. It sounded, well, almost too good to be true. And the organization sounded like it was a good one, helping out people in different ways.
"Thank you, Mr. McPhee..." She said, giving a bow of her head out of respect, "It sounds like something worth seeing..." She said with a warm smile. Even if they didn't offer her a quick job, she still wanted to check it out. Maybe even see if she could help them out herself.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 7, 2015 7:37:41 GMT
McPhee walked back to the reception area. "Yeah, well... I gotta get back to work. Take care of yourself, Kiki."
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