Post by Akran on Apr 24, 2017 22:09:21 GMT
“These can be yours too, you don’t have to go hungry!” Akran shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify her already quite loud voice. She stood in front of several bags of food, rations she’d taken from a hunger relief foundation intended to help people recover from the massive damages inflicted on them by the Saiyan Invasion. Though they were intended to be free to take for those who’d lost jobs, family, and homes in the struggle, none of which Akran even had to begin with, it wasn’t as if they were questioning and demanding proof from everyone who came to them for help.
Akran lifted up one of the bags, waving it around in the air. “Come on, people!” she exclaimed, catching the eyes of a passerby. “Don’t you want to feed your families?!” Her words seemed to reach the man she’d made eye contact with, and after some slight hesitation on his part, he wandered over to her, a look of guilt in his eyes. “I-I have need of some,” he stammered to her, his posture slouch and his hands fidgeting with each other. His clothes were tattered and he had what seemed to be a permanent 5 o’clock shadow instead of a full beard. He was clearly a broken and desperate man.
“Oh, excellent,” Akran said, lowering the bag, and opening it up. “Now how many do you think you’ll want? You got kids or a wife or somethin’?” She inquired. The man looked uncertain of his answer for a moment, as if he’d been about to say one thing only to realize the answer he’d given for most of his life was no longer true. “Two kids,” he said, “That’s all.” “Two kids, huh?” Akran half-heartedly mumbled in reply. She’d hoped for more mouths to feed, though she could make do with three people. “Well, in that case, you’ll probably want at least one per person, right? But then you’ll likely want some extras, just in case you really badly need some later,” she went on and on, pulling out one, two, three, four, five ration packs of food. “I think five is a safe amount, don’t you?” She suggested, putting the bag down and holding out the five small bundles of food.
The man looked at the food with pure hunger and lust shining in his eyes, with an eagerness few could ever see in a human being. “Five…” he mumbled, a shaking hand slowly reaching down into his pocket to pull out a tattered and nearly empty wallet. “H-How much?” he said with a newfound energy. “Well,” Akran said, “Let’s see, you’re buying five, and luckily for you, I have a special bundle offer, five for the price of four and a half! You won’t find a better deal anywhere else in the galaxy, I assure you.” This news brought a faint and relieved smile to the man’s face, as it was likely the first good news he’d heard in months. But then Akran continued. “So for the individual price of 50 Zenni a bundle, that leaves us with a price total of 225!” She held out her hand expectantly for the money.
At hearing the actual price, his face fell. “225!?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “50 Zenni for a single pack? Are you out of your mind? That’s a ridiculous price.” He looked disappointed and was about to leave, when Akran stopped him. “Hold on now,” she said with a shit-eating grin. “Do you think you’ll find better elsewhere, is that your hope?” She leaned in closer to him, dangling the bags of food almost tauntingly. “Well then, I feel sorry for your kids. I mean, they’ll have to go hungry tonight for sure; the nearest place for food this cheap is an entire city over, and that’s a solid day and a half if you’re walking!” The man stopped and turned to look back at her, his face now one of regret and fear.
Akran continued. “If I was a kid, I’d definitely want my daddy to bring me home some food tonight, instead of being fed his excuses for why I’m not gonna be enjoying a nice, warm meal for at least another day. Why, I’d certainly resent my 'caring' father if he did something like that to me.” The man she’d been speaking too was nearly trembling now, and his fists were clenched. “What do you want from me?” he asked, almost rhetorically. Akran smiled and shrugged before she held out an open palm once again, replying with a cold “Your money.”
After a few more moments of hesitation and a brief staredown, the man hung his head down, reaching into his wallet and looking through it with shaking fingers. He pulled out a small stack of crusty and wrinkled bills, counting through them. Once he’d finished, he worriedly looked up at Akran, before weakly holding out the entire stack. “A-All I have is 212 on me,” he stated in a broken voice. She eagerly snatched the money out of his hands, then counted through it to confirm his statement.
“Well then,” she said, handing him all but one of the packs of rations,”You’ll get your exact money’s worth.” She then gripped the last pack with both of her hands before ripping it in half, then handing the man the slightly smaller half, which had some of its contents spilling out onto the ground. “Have a good evening, sir!” she said in a cheerful tone, pocketing the money he’d given her and picking up her remaining bags of food, walking down the street in the direction opposite of him with a gleeful skip in her step, the girl happy she’d made another successful sale.
~~~
Later that same night, a cheerful Akran found herself enjoying a good drink at the bar. The money she’d gotten that day was easily spent on drinks, and she entertained herself by striking up a pleasant conversation with Namekian man who’d been sitting next to her at the bar. “So what’re you doing around this little town?” She asked him, as a seemingly strong Namekian warrior wouldn’t usually have business in a remote area of Earth, or so Akran thought. “Visiting a friend,” he replied, seeming mostly uninterested in their conversation. “Oh?” Akran said, feigning interest. Even though he was very clearly in a “leave me alone” sort of mood, she was hoping perhaps she could swindle him out of some cash or the like.
“Now who’s this friend?” she asked before taking a big sip of her drink, her vision blurring slightly after she set the glass back down. “Ah, that’s smooth,” she blissfully commented to herself about the flavor of the golden-brown liquid. The Namekian sighed, sounding annoyed, before curtly replying, “An old friend.” “Oh, those are the best kind,” she said, reaching towards him and placing her hand on his bicep. “Of course, I’m always eager to meet new friends as well,” she said flirtatiously, stroking his arm up and down.
He looked over at her with a somewhat confused, mostly condescending look before brushing her hand off his arm and standing up, muttering something about “horny humans” before walking off and exiting the bar. Akran looked up and watched with disgust as he left, upset with the fact that she hadn’t gotten any money out of him. “You know what,” she shouted with a slurred voice, “That’s fine! I don’t need any shit from you! I got plenty a’ stupid poor people eatin’ straight outta my hands!” She then stuck her tongue out and made a “pbbbt” sound at him before turning back around and sitting down, taking another big gulp out of her glass and finishing off the drink.
“Hey waiter,” Akran called out to the bartender, “‘Nother one of these, please and thank!” She pulled out a wrinkly Zenni bill and placed in on the countertop, shoving her glass away from herself. As she waited for her drink to come, she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around to see a quite buff man standing behind her. “Can I offer you some assistance?” she pompously asked, her voice still slurred. “You can,” he said, “In fact, I have a ‘proposition’ of sorts for you. Mind talking with me out back?” Akran wasn’t sure what he meant by “proposition”, though it sounded like an opportunity to make some money, so she agreed, taking her bill off the counter and stuffing it into her pocket, as well as picking up the bag of rations she hadn’t sold that day off the floor.
She followed him into the kitchen and out the back door, into a poorly lit alleyway, which made her assume he was going to offer some kind of secret deal. Though as soon as she stepped through the door, she felt something immense slamming into the side of her head, causing her to stumble and fall over onto her back onto the alley pavement. “Owow!” she cried out, sitting back up and rubbing the spot she’d been hit, her head throbbing. “What’s the big idea, man!?” she yelled in agitation, looking up and around to see that there were five large men standing around her with their arms crossed, each of them looking down at her with looks of hatred.
“You’re the bitch that’s been profiting off of people’s misfortune around here, aren’t you?” one of them said in an accusing tone. “What?” Akran said, feigning disbelief. “I would never do something like that! I’m disgusted at the fact that you’d even accuse me of something that cruel!” “Then what’s in the bag?” another man questioned. “...Fuck.” Akran thought, realizing she’d brought with her the exact evidence they’d need to prove she’d been doing exactly what they’d said. At this point, it was probably best for her to just give up. With a sigh, she stood up and said, “Okay, yeah, fine, these are the rations I’ve been selling.” She crossed her arms, defiantly looking up to the one who’d asked. “But you know, at least those people still got their food, right? It’s not like I completely cheat-” she was stopped when a large fist came barreling into her stomach, the wind completely knocked out of her. With a “Pftooh” sound, she fell back down onto her rear end, clutching her stomach.
She would’ve made some remark about it, but she could barely even breathe after that, let alone speak. “You’re right,” one of them said in a cocky voice. “You didn’t completely cheat them. So we’re not gonna completely kill you.” For the first time in quite awhile, Akran felt very fearful. This was going to hurt a lot. And hurt a lot it did. Akran nearly lost count of how many kicks, punches and other forms of physical pain they’d inflicted on her, and it felt like it was going to last for all of eternity. First, she lost all sense of feeling in her arms and legs. Then, her hearing disappeared, and finally, her vision and sense of consciousness all went black. The last thing she recalled feeling was the cold, damp pavement of the alleyway against her cheek, and a stream of blood pouring from her nose.
After however long, she did wake up. But when she did, all she was greeted with was immense pain all over her entire body. Her arms were almost entirely black and blue with bruises, as was her torso and upper thighs. As far as she could tell, they hadn’t done much more to her after she passed out, though she did realize two vitally important things were no longer with her. “My bkls-” she started to exclaim, only to stop when a stabbing pain in her throat and chest kept her from doing so. “My bag!” she thought instead, realizing they’d taken all the rations she had. After a few moments of panic, she noticed the second thing that was gone. “My Zenni!” she thought again, tears welling up in her eyes as she found her money no longer in her pockets. They’d taken everything she had on her but the clothes on her back.
Akran very much wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn’t do her any good. Instead, she waited in the alleyway in silence until she felt better enough to stand, then left the area, feeling ashamed of herself for being stupid enough to let that happen to her. She hadn’t lost everything, though. Akran did recall stashing away a small-ish amount of Zenni in a place she doubted anyone would ever find, along with an old and nearly broken-down pod. It wasn’t much, but it’d be enough to keep herself alive. With a grumble about “how bullshit this was” and some curses at the men who’d beaten her up, she made her way towards her secret stash, and hopefully towards a more sizable profit in her future.
Akran lifted up one of the bags, waving it around in the air. “Come on, people!” she exclaimed, catching the eyes of a passerby. “Don’t you want to feed your families?!” Her words seemed to reach the man she’d made eye contact with, and after some slight hesitation on his part, he wandered over to her, a look of guilt in his eyes. “I-I have need of some,” he stammered to her, his posture slouch and his hands fidgeting with each other. His clothes were tattered and he had what seemed to be a permanent 5 o’clock shadow instead of a full beard. He was clearly a broken and desperate man.
“Oh, excellent,” Akran said, lowering the bag, and opening it up. “Now how many do you think you’ll want? You got kids or a wife or somethin’?” She inquired. The man looked uncertain of his answer for a moment, as if he’d been about to say one thing only to realize the answer he’d given for most of his life was no longer true. “Two kids,” he said, “That’s all.” “Two kids, huh?” Akran half-heartedly mumbled in reply. She’d hoped for more mouths to feed, though she could make do with three people. “Well, in that case, you’ll probably want at least one per person, right? But then you’ll likely want some extras, just in case you really badly need some later,” she went on and on, pulling out one, two, three, four, five ration packs of food. “I think five is a safe amount, don’t you?” She suggested, putting the bag down and holding out the five small bundles of food.
The man looked at the food with pure hunger and lust shining in his eyes, with an eagerness few could ever see in a human being. “Five…” he mumbled, a shaking hand slowly reaching down into his pocket to pull out a tattered and nearly empty wallet. “H-How much?” he said with a newfound energy. “Well,” Akran said, “Let’s see, you’re buying five, and luckily for you, I have a special bundle offer, five for the price of four and a half! You won’t find a better deal anywhere else in the galaxy, I assure you.” This news brought a faint and relieved smile to the man’s face, as it was likely the first good news he’d heard in months. But then Akran continued. “So for the individual price of 50 Zenni a bundle, that leaves us with a price total of 225!” She held out her hand expectantly for the money.
At hearing the actual price, his face fell. “225!?” he exclaimed in disbelief. “50 Zenni for a single pack? Are you out of your mind? That’s a ridiculous price.” He looked disappointed and was about to leave, when Akran stopped him. “Hold on now,” she said with a shit-eating grin. “Do you think you’ll find better elsewhere, is that your hope?” She leaned in closer to him, dangling the bags of food almost tauntingly. “Well then, I feel sorry for your kids. I mean, they’ll have to go hungry tonight for sure; the nearest place for food this cheap is an entire city over, and that’s a solid day and a half if you’re walking!” The man stopped and turned to look back at her, his face now one of regret and fear.
Akran continued. “If I was a kid, I’d definitely want my daddy to bring me home some food tonight, instead of being fed his excuses for why I’m not gonna be enjoying a nice, warm meal for at least another day. Why, I’d certainly resent my 'caring' father if he did something like that to me.” The man she’d been speaking too was nearly trembling now, and his fists were clenched. “What do you want from me?” he asked, almost rhetorically. Akran smiled and shrugged before she held out an open palm once again, replying with a cold “Your money.”
After a few more moments of hesitation and a brief staredown, the man hung his head down, reaching into his wallet and looking through it with shaking fingers. He pulled out a small stack of crusty and wrinkled bills, counting through them. Once he’d finished, he worriedly looked up at Akran, before weakly holding out the entire stack. “A-All I have is 212 on me,” he stated in a broken voice. She eagerly snatched the money out of his hands, then counted through it to confirm his statement.
“Well then,” she said, handing him all but one of the packs of rations,”You’ll get your exact money’s worth.” She then gripped the last pack with both of her hands before ripping it in half, then handing the man the slightly smaller half, which had some of its contents spilling out onto the ground. “Have a good evening, sir!” she said in a cheerful tone, pocketing the money he’d given her and picking up her remaining bags of food, walking down the street in the direction opposite of him with a gleeful skip in her step, the girl happy she’d made another successful sale.
~~~
Later that same night, a cheerful Akran found herself enjoying a good drink at the bar. The money she’d gotten that day was easily spent on drinks, and she entertained herself by striking up a pleasant conversation with Namekian man who’d been sitting next to her at the bar. “So what’re you doing around this little town?” She asked him, as a seemingly strong Namekian warrior wouldn’t usually have business in a remote area of Earth, or so Akran thought. “Visiting a friend,” he replied, seeming mostly uninterested in their conversation. “Oh?” Akran said, feigning interest. Even though he was very clearly in a “leave me alone” sort of mood, she was hoping perhaps she could swindle him out of some cash or the like.
“Now who’s this friend?” she asked before taking a big sip of her drink, her vision blurring slightly after she set the glass back down. “Ah, that’s smooth,” she blissfully commented to herself about the flavor of the golden-brown liquid. The Namekian sighed, sounding annoyed, before curtly replying, “An old friend.” “Oh, those are the best kind,” she said, reaching towards him and placing her hand on his bicep. “Of course, I’m always eager to meet new friends as well,” she said flirtatiously, stroking his arm up and down.
He looked over at her with a somewhat confused, mostly condescending look before brushing her hand off his arm and standing up, muttering something about “horny humans” before walking off and exiting the bar. Akran looked up and watched with disgust as he left, upset with the fact that she hadn’t gotten any money out of him. “You know what,” she shouted with a slurred voice, “That’s fine! I don’t need any shit from you! I got plenty a’ stupid poor people eatin’ straight outta my hands!” She then stuck her tongue out and made a “pbbbt” sound at him before turning back around and sitting down, taking another big gulp out of her glass and finishing off the drink.
“Hey waiter,” Akran called out to the bartender, “‘Nother one of these, please and thank!” She pulled out a wrinkly Zenni bill and placed in on the countertop, shoving her glass away from herself. As she waited for her drink to come, she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning around to see a quite buff man standing behind her. “Can I offer you some assistance?” she pompously asked, her voice still slurred. “You can,” he said, “In fact, I have a ‘proposition’ of sorts for you. Mind talking with me out back?” Akran wasn’t sure what he meant by “proposition”, though it sounded like an opportunity to make some money, so she agreed, taking her bill off the counter and stuffing it into her pocket, as well as picking up the bag of rations she hadn’t sold that day off the floor.
She followed him into the kitchen and out the back door, into a poorly lit alleyway, which made her assume he was going to offer some kind of secret deal. Though as soon as she stepped through the door, she felt something immense slamming into the side of her head, causing her to stumble and fall over onto her back onto the alley pavement. “Owow!” she cried out, sitting back up and rubbing the spot she’d been hit, her head throbbing. “What’s the big idea, man!?” she yelled in agitation, looking up and around to see that there were five large men standing around her with their arms crossed, each of them looking down at her with looks of hatred.
“You’re the bitch that’s been profiting off of people’s misfortune around here, aren’t you?” one of them said in an accusing tone. “What?” Akran said, feigning disbelief. “I would never do something like that! I’m disgusted at the fact that you’d even accuse me of something that cruel!” “Then what’s in the bag?” another man questioned. “...Fuck.” Akran thought, realizing she’d brought with her the exact evidence they’d need to prove she’d been doing exactly what they’d said. At this point, it was probably best for her to just give up. With a sigh, she stood up and said, “Okay, yeah, fine, these are the rations I’ve been selling.” She crossed her arms, defiantly looking up to the one who’d asked. “But you know, at least those people still got their food, right? It’s not like I completely cheat-” she was stopped when a large fist came barreling into her stomach, the wind completely knocked out of her. With a “Pftooh” sound, she fell back down onto her rear end, clutching her stomach.
She would’ve made some remark about it, but she could barely even breathe after that, let alone speak. “You’re right,” one of them said in a cocky voice. “You didn’t completely cheat them. So we’re not gonna completely kill you.” For the first time in quite awhile, Akran felt very fearful. This was going to hurt a lot. And hurt a lot it did. Akran nearly lost count of how many kicks, punches and other forms of physical pain they’d inflicted on her, and it felt like it was going to last for all of eternity. First, she lost all sense of feeling in her arms and legs. Then, her hearing disappeared, and finally, her vision and sense of consciousness all went black. The last thing she recalled feeling was the cold, damp pavement of the alleyway against her cheek, and a stream of blood pouring from her nose.
After however long, she did wake up. But when she did, all she was greeted with was immense pain all over her entire body. Her arms were almost entirely black and blue with bruises, as was her torso and upper thighs. As far as she could tell, they hadn’t done much more to her after she passed out, though she did realize two vitally important things were no longer with her. “My bkls-” she started to exclaim, only to stop when a stabbing pain in her throat and chest kept her from doing so. “My bag!” she thought instead, realizing they’d taken all the rations she had. After a few moments of panic, she noticed the second thing that was gone. “My Zenni!” she thought again, tears welling up in her eyes as she found her money no longer in her pockets. They’d taken everything she had on her but the clothes on her back.
Akran very much wanted to cry, but knew it wouldn’t do her any good. Instead, she waited in the alleyway in silence until she felt better enough to stand, then left the area, feeling ashamed of herself for being stupid enough to let that happen to her. She hadn’t lost everything, though. Akran did recall stashing away a small-ish amount of Zenni in a place she doubted anyone would ever find, along with an old and nearly broken-down pod. It wasn’t much, but it’d be enough to keep herself alive. With a grumble about “how bullshit this was” and some curses at the men who’d beaten her up, she made her way towards her secret stash, and hopefully towards a more sizable profit in her future.