Villains? Na, Real Estate is the Toughest Foe! Feb 14, 2018 8:40:48 GMT -6 Misuji Mishima likes this
Post by Belladonna Atropa on Feb 14, 2018 8:40:48 GMT -6
|Villains? Na, Real Estate is the Toughest Foe!|
| BELLADONNA'S BASE PL: 4,000|
BELLADONNa'S CURRENT PL: 4,000
|GAIN BONUSES: None |||PL MULTIPLIERS: None|
Oh, gosh darn it.
It was the wrong address. How was this possible? Bella knew that she had written it down correctly, but there was no way this bustling boutique was one of the places available. Fishing her notepad out of her back pocket, she flipped through the mostly filled pages. Recipes, field notes, phone numbers…ah there it was, the list of potential new HQs. This place was the first on her list and with a scan she realized her mistake, she hadn’t written it incorrectly, just read it that way. 2301 not 2103, well that made a bit of a difference now didn’t it?
Dressed in her white button down shirt and black pants, her typical outfit for any work in the field, Belladonna was doing work for justice. Sadly, unlike the criminals Koban was likely thwarting somewhere else; her task wasn’t exactly all that flashy. The end of the lease for the rented space that qualified as their “headquarters,” was coming up and she was determined to get them something better. This decision, all on her, wasn’t even something that the Captain had approved of. Instead she took the initiative because in light of recent events, she knew they were going to be active. Hopefully, if things went well, their ranks would grow as well and the new space would be useful.
Down the sidewalk she went, head tilted slightly to the side to read the numbers on the buildings as she went. Around her people went to and from their daily tidings, city life one that rarely slowed. Almost taking out an elderly woman when she craned her neck to check the next number, Bell apologized before she crossed the street to the next block.
Okay. There was 2291…2301 must be just down this way.
And 2295, 2297…bingo, 2301! Her excitement died as soon as she looked beyond the silver name plate that sported the structure’s number. To call it a structure was the overstatement of the century. While the freshly added number gleamed in the sunlight, the rest of the building was in disrepair. Two broken windows sat street side and the partially opened door suggested that it might already be occupied, by what sort of creature she wasn’t sure. Let’s not forget to mention the alleyway that stretched down between it and the next building, the dark crumbling stretch of broken street something straight out of a horror movie. Despite the bright sunshine that warmed the rest of the city, this place seemed dark and unwelcoming.
An audible click of her tongue voiced her disappointment.
”Well what the hell, why would they even list this one?!” She commented to herself with a slow shake of her head. The movement caused her thick, loosely tied hair to sway back and forth across her shoulders as if rustled by a strong wind. As her head came to a stop her eyes tilted downwards, through the list of properties. Koban’s fight for justice at times pushed her, tested her capabilities, but real estate was another beast altogether. It was no wonder he didn’t take to the streets in search of a sufficient home base, this was already annoying and she had just begun!
Lost in the extensive list of addresses that she had written down, Bella let the hustle and bustle of the city street fade away as she attempted to map out the best way to see them all. Although she stood in the middle of the sidewalk, she paid little attention to her surroundings as she let the task at hand distract her.