A Fair Trade [CLOSED]
WHO: Yue Katou [limboed] & Morne Miriel [piratemorne]
WHAT: Drug transaction. Who's surprised?
WHERE: Saitani-ya Spices.
WHEN: One day after the arrival of the pirates, after this thread.
Katou leaned his face into the palm of his hand, twirling the syringe round and round between his fingers. It was probably a good thing he was getting rid of this. It had been a while since he had actually been in need to use something as strong as morphine, and quite frankly, the old packaging and the naïve doctor’s comment about it being from somewhere after the Second World War had put him off somehow. He wasn’t one to be picky about such things, especially not when he was in need of a break, but - all things considering - drugs had become little more than a routine or an old game since he had arrived here.
The pirate would have much more use of it, he was sure. And if he played his cards rights, he could even demand outside information as payment. He had spoken to some of the other pirates that had arrived here only a day ago and according to them, Rivelata wasn’t by far the only populated island around this place. This was… interesting to say the least. Even if he had somewhat enjoyed his stay and the friends he had made here by now, it wouldn’t hurt to be free. Or to have means of escape once things went straight to Hell.
And one day, perhaps, a way to get home.
Pushing that thought from his mind for now, the junkie sighed and dropped the syringe on the table, balancing it playfully on the blunt end. So this Morne had a taste for drugs, huh? Apparently he wasn’t too good at being on time either. Smiling slightly to himself, Katou had a sneaking feeling that they might actually get along.
WHAT: Drug transaction. Who's surprised?
WHERE: Saitani-ya Spices.
WHEN: One day after the arrival of the pirates, after this thread.
Katou leaned his face into the palm of his hand, twirling the syringe round and round between his fingers. It was probably a good thing he was getting rid of this. It had been a while since he had actually been in need to use something as strong as morphine, and quite frankly, the old packaging and the naïve doctor’s comment about it being from somewhere after the Second World War had put him off somehow. He wasn’t one to be picky about such things, especially not when he was in need of a break, but - all things considering - drugs had become little more than a routine or an old game since he had arrived here.
The pirate would have much more use of it, he was sure. And if he played his cards rights, he could even demand outside information as payment. He had spoken to some of the other pirates that had arrived here only a day ago and according to them, Rivelata wasn’t by far the only populated island around this place. This was… interesting to say the least. Even if he had somewhat enjoyed his stay and the friends he had made here by now, it wouldn’t hurt to be free. Or to have means of escape once things went straight to Hell.
And one day, perhaps, a way to get home.
Pushing that thought from his mind for now, the junkie sighed and dropped the syringe on the table, balancing it playfully on the blunt end. So this Morne had a taste for drugs, huh? Apparently he wasn’t too good at being on time either. Smiling slightly to himself, Katou had a sneaking feeling that they might actually get along.