Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170131222433

God must've hated William Van De Poorter.





 As William rounded the corner of South Tower to head down the street, he came nearly face to face with a masked man in a brown cloak.

 “Thank you joining me, Mr. Van De Poorter!”   Kheiro greeted William magnanimously. He stood in the middle of the street, about fifteen feet away, arms at his sides, without a care in the world, almost as if he knew William would be coming.



 The seven contractors approached Pioneer Square under a rising sun. They’d stayed up the whole not without a lick of sleep, and were probably a bit tuckered because of it.

 As the new, orange light shown down on Pioneer Square, they could see something was rather strange about this place.

 The settlement occupied one road: Jackson Street. It’d been a lively avenue before the war, so traffic on it had been heavy, thus making the need for a wide street necessary. Up and down the street had been restaurants, banks, all kind of stores, and jazz clubs. Twenty-one jazz clubs to be exact. While that might’ve not been important anywhere else, it was important on Jackson Street of Pioneer Square.

 One, the entire settlement was two colors. As they came down to Jackson Street, approaching from the south as they were, they noticed the entire left side of the road was painted green. The entire road was green, as if someone had vomited the essence of evergreen trees everywhere. And it didn’t end at the street. Buildings, doors, roofs, windows, signs, lampposts—everything on the left side of the street was green. However many buckets of paint that must’ve took, god only knows.

 The right side was different.

 That entire side was orange. A perfect line went directly down the middle of Jackson Street—everything, and yes, everything one side was green, and one the other everything, everything, was green.

 This was important to the jazz clubs, as they had been reopened, apparently, judging by the signs above them. And they appeared to be in competition with one another. The clubs the green side of the street had insults written on their signs about the clubs on the other side of the street. The clubs on the orange side were insulting the green side. And it pretty much looked like.

 But other than the two colors coating everything, and the weird club rivalries, Pioneer Square looked pretty normal…