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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2005 5:28 am
The city of Gambino is known for its brash juxtaposition of living types. On the east side of the city, people live in luxury, and buildings like Gambino's mansion and the Bank boast the immense wealth contained there. However, almost exactly halfway through the island, the slums start, filled with poor beggars and sailors. This is the side with the docks. The change can be noticed immediately if one goes into the middle of the large market held in the center of Gambino; the stalls go from beautiful and with items made of gold and silver to dirty booths and cheap wares. Gambino, the mayor of the city, assures his people he is trying his best to help the poorer people of the city. However, many suspect he is also a leader of crime in the city and is simply trying to make as much money as he can.
Important Places:
Gambino's Mansion- Gambino has an immense, beautiful mansion. Some say it is made completely out of gold and silver. He only lets his highest advisors and most wealthy friends inside his mansion, and guards it with a passion. hill leading up to it is lined with dozens of guards, guard dogs, and protection spells.
Marketplace- Gambino is the best city in Gaia for trade. The large and famous marketplace boasts hundreds of stores and is the most diverse marketplace in the world.
Bank- The bank holds some of the richest people's money in the world. It is a beautiful building and is key to Gambino's wealth.
Docks- A stark contrast to Gambino's Mansion and the Bank, the Docks are filled with beggars and poor sailors. It is infested with crime and pickpockets, and can be quite dangerous. All ships must first go through the docks to get to Gambino, except for Gambino's own, personal ship, which is a reason why many people in Barton refuse to travel to Gambino.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 1:32 pm
After having washed up she had been knocking at her Lord's chambers, only to realize that it was vacant. Feeling disappointed, she waved it away and tightened her leather bustier thinking of better things.
Once more into the passageways and tunnels she surfaced in the oh so rotten part of Gambino. She turned heads and caught gazes--who wouldn't stare and gawk at a pale skinned woman walking about as if her clothes are about to fall off?
She strolled along the docks, looking for a nearby Tavern. One she frequented most, the Blood Rose Skull. Pushing the waterlogged tavern door in, entering with her chin up she gave a familiar gaze to the barkeep, who smiled a non-flattering, horrifying grin, she gave appraising looks to each person she passed, making her way to a stool at the bar.
The barkeep, wiping a mug with a dirty piece of cloth, said with that same missing tooth smile, " 'Allo, 'allo thar. Wot 'kin aye do fer yeh 'tis fine day yeh've graced meh wi' bonnie lass?"
Leena leaned in and smiled back, even so much as winking, she inhaled and held her breath, pushing up her breasts even more, and trying to avoid smelling too much of the man's stench, "Its not only the gulls who call at this hour is it?"
Theives' innuendo some called it. But this is how she communicated...with words that is.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 12:06 pm
"I dunnae 'bout 'dem oi bloodeh birds, bu' I do know thay yeh' be be'ah off 'ere than Bart'in moi lil' bu'ercup." He said with a somewhat ominous look.
"Barton? Citizens picking too many flowers?" She said in a joking tone, her body language ever so suggestive. She was resting both elbows on the counter her hands interlocked as they held up her dainty chin. As she spoke few words, her lips curled in a promiscious fashion-quite the innuendo indeed.
The barkeep gazed at her for a moment, even pausing his hands; he quickly resumed as he came to.
"Nay meh wee ki'en. A dark day it is for Bart'in. I 'ear thar be a bigger thin' than a riot, luv." The barkeep said quietly as he turned away, tending to the other customers who were sitting nearby Leena, some watching her with lecherous gazes, others curiousity, and a few ignoring her altogether.
She tilts her head letting a thoughtful expression wash over her face.
"Bigger than a riot," she thought, "well these days the Barton police come out even when a merchant's canopy pries loose." She let out a scoff. Standing, she ran her hands down the length of her sides, curving along her waist and hips. She turned her upper body slightly, looking behind and winked to the barkeep before she made her way to the entrance of the Tavern.
"Perhaps a visit to my dear Lord DeMarkcus is in order." She smiled inwardly as she ran her fingers through her dark midnight tresses. She took long strides, not hurrying or moving at too of a slow pace, but just enough to show off the color of her thighs...and her daggers as well as she made her way back to the Death Clan headquarters.
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