Post by Jemi on Jun 6, 2010 20:58:49 GMT -5
The streets of Howe were never safe, but they were slightly more so towards those who knew it's ways. Con artists who made their living tricking the mind and fooling the weak into thinking they were honest people. Tarot was one of these. His name (or nickname) was rather redundant, seeing as he made his living "reading" tarot cards to the unsuspecting people of Howe. But, the nickname had stuck after a not-so bright member of his old gang decided to call him by the name, and even he himself had begun mentally referring to himself as Tarot, rather than Thomas.
Morning found Tarot awake, and already beginning his buisness. His stomach growled, complaining of it's empty state. Unfortunatly, scare food plus no money usually equeals no food, so Tarot had decided to at least get his hands on enough money to provide himself with a decent meal.
Leaning against a wall behind his makeshift stand, he shuffled his battered deck of tarot cards. Soon, a young woman approached him, asking for a reading. Tarot was only too happy to oblige, telling the woman exactly what she wanted to hear. It wasn't to hard to please people doing this. Just tell them they've got a good future ahead of them, and they'll keep coming back. Or, tell them they've got trouble on the horizon and they'll come back in a few days, begging to know if their future was bright. However, the latter stunt could only go on for so long before Tarot had to give in and give them a positive reading.
The woman walked away, happy with what she'd heard and Tarot grinned, playing with the necklace she'd traded. "You'll be sure to bring in a pretty penny." he chuckled, slipping the trinket into his pocket and looking back out at the street for any other possible customers.
Morning found Tarot awake, and already beginning his buisness. His stomach growled, complaining of it's empty state. Unfortunatly, scare food plus no money usually equeals no food, so Tarot had decided to at least get his hands on enough money to provide himself with a decent meal.
Leaning against a wall behind his makeshift stand, he shuffled his battered deck of tarot cards. Soon, a young woman approached him, asking for a reading. Tarot was only too happy to oblige, telling the woman exactly what she wanted to hear. It wasn't to hard to please people doing this. Just tell them they've got a good future ahead of them, and they'll keep coming back. Or, tell them they've got trouble on the horizon and they'll come back in a few days, begging to know if their future was bright. However, the latter stunt could only go on for so long before Tarot had to give in and give them a positive reading.
The woman walked away, happy with what she'd heard and Tarot grinned, playing with the necklace she'd traded. "You'll be sure to bring in a pretty penny." he chuckled, slipping the trinket into his pocket and looking back out at the street for any other possible customers.