as written by Tiko
Today within Little Shintenchi served as many days had come to be as of late. That is to say it remained peculiarly lively, and cheery. Children played on street corners, and people went about their daily routines of work, shopping, and tending to family. Despite the crumbling of the city infrastructure and the absence of a governing body, a strong sense of community remained within the ethnic neighborhood.
A month had passed now since the TNG's departure, but the residents of Little Shintenchi seemed resolute in their decision to simply hole up and weather out the storm. To those accustomed to the unsecured streets of the city beyond, it was an almost surreal thing to see people so at ease but it came with a price.
One need not look far to notice armed men and women patrolling the streets or manning the barricades leading in and out of Little Shintenchi. Food and medicines had been confiscated while ration stations were setup to provide to those in need for as long as supplies lasted.
There was also a pointed ethnic division within Little Shintenchi that showed no sign of wavering. Many had turned up at the barricades seeking shelter and aid, but those not of Losenyu, Taiyou, or Volarian ethnicity had all been turned away. No amount of pleading, begging, appealing, or bribery had gained them entry. The only apparent exception was made for those few who had been residing within Little Shintenchi before the barricades went up, and whom already had an established presence within the community.
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Despite the seemingly unscathed overview of Little Shintenchi, one blatant scar cut across it where Butcher's flames had swept down a city block length of street, devouring the buildings within their path.
Much of the street - now uninhabitable - had largely been converted for the use of rationing stations. Tents and lean-to sheds had been erected all up and down the street, and those buildings that were still structurally sound had been converted into storage houses. The areas too dangerous to traverse had been cordoned off.
The armed presence in this area was heavy and order strict as crowds of people gathered in large waiting lines. One side of the street had been setup for distribution of rations, while the other had been setup up for supply runners to check in supplies. The latter proved scant and bare today as good supply runners were becoming scarce. Few wanted to voluntarily venture into unsecured neighborhoods for meager pay.
Today within Little Shintenchi served as many days had come to be as of late. That is to say it remained peculiarly lively, and cheery. Children played on street corners, and people went about their daily routines of work, shopping, and tending to family. Despite the crumbling of the city infrastructure and the absence of a governing body, a strong sense of community remained within the ethnic neighborhood.
A month had passed now since the TNG's departure, but the residents of Little Shintenchi seemed resolute in their decision to simply hole up and weather out the storm. To those accustomed to the unsecured streets of the city beyond, it was an almost surreal thing to see people so at ease but it came with a price.
One need not look far to notice armed men and women patrolling the streets or manning the barricades leading in and out of Little Shintenchi. Food and medicines had been confiscated while ration stations were setup to provide to those in need for as long as supplies lasted.
There was also a pointed ethnic division within Little Shintenchi that showed no sign of wavering. Many had turned up at the barricades seeking shelter and aid, but those not of Losenyu, Taiyou, or Volarian ethnicity had all been turned away. No amount of pleading, begging, appealing, or bribery had gained them entry. The only apparent exception was made for those few who had been residing within Little Shintenchi before the barricades went up, and whom already had an established presence within the community.
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Despite the seemingly unscathed overview of Little Shintenchi, one blatant scar cut across it where Butcher's flames had swept down a city block length of street, devouring the buildings within their path.
Much of the street - now uninhabitable - had largely been converted for the use of rationing stations. Tents and lean-to sheds had been erected all up and down the street, and those buildings that were still structurally sound had been converted into storage houses. The areas too dangerous to traverse had been cordoned off.
The armed presence in this area was heavy and order strict as crowds of people gathered in large waiting lines. One side of the street had been setup for distribution of rations, while the other had been setup up for supply runners to check in supplies. The latter proved scant and bare today as good supply runners were becoming scarce. Few wanted to voluntarily venture into unsecured neighborhoods for meager pay.
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