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[center]Home -> Delivery place -> Jun's Soup Kitchen.
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Chiahru had the opportunity of living in one of the best apartments one could get in the Lower Ring. It was big enough to have a small living area, a tiny toilet and two small bedrooms. They had heating, but it was hand-charged or powered by kinetic energy. Pushing aside the white comforter, she stumbled out of her futon, walking slowly towards the toilet. The tiny room had just barely any space left after the toilet bowl and the washing area. 

The rudimentary heater was installed outside the toilet and one had to actually crank it up to power it before it could be used. Ah, the life of poverty. Considering the fact that most of the people living in the Lower Ring lived in far worst conditions, she actually thought herself pretty lucky. If not for Hiro, she would still be wandering the streets and depth of the slums. She shuddered at the thought, shaking it from her mind.

Clutching the crank handle, she winded the heater until it gave a ring signifying that the heater was sufficiently charged for use. Getting into the washing area, Chiharu filled up a bucket full of water and began soaping and washing herself down. When she was done with her washing, she dressed and made ready to leave. 

The day started very early in the Lower Rim and a vast majority of the people woke and prepared for their day ahead long before the sun rose. Hiro had already finished with a consignment of pots and vases ready to be delivered when she woke up. Putting on and readying the vase carrier backpack on her shoulders, Hiro began to meticulousy place his goods in an organised fashion to minimise breakage. 

When he was done, she was off, ready to deliver the goods. Chiharu navigated through the vast multitude of levels, making her way out of the maze of apartments that made up the majority of the Lower Ring. Her olive skin shone in the early morning sun, beads of pespiration appearing on her skin.

All she had was the address, which she input into the small datapad that she shared with Hiro. It had taken them quite a while to save enough to buy one but it was defintely worth it as it made their job alot easier. When she made her way to the intended delivery location, Chiahru banged on the door of an apartment, shouting her intent. 

[color=salmon][b]"Vase delivery!"[/b][/color] The door opened, and a middle-aged woman came out and accepted the goods, replacing them with the money agreed for them. Collecting the money, she began the journey home, and decided to stop by the Soup Kitchen she frequents for a tasty meal on the way home. Walking into the eatery, she smiled at Lea as she said [color=salmon][b]"Hi Lea! The usual please!"[/b][/color] Chiahru was getting hungrier by the second as delicious aroma of food wafted around in the air. Those piping hot noodles that Jun's Soup Kitchen was famous for just simply delicious.

Her food arrived soon enough, the steam rising out of the bowl of piping hot noodles as she lifted it up with a pair of chopsticks. She had barely taken a mouthful of delicious noodles when the door burst down with huge force, sending it crashing down onto the floor. Turning to see the source of the noise that almost caused her to choke on her food, Chiharu saw a shirtless, red jacketed blonde man standing in its place. 

The Kitchen's patron's eyes all shifted to him, including hers. The man then spoke in a very gangster-like fashion. He wanted to know who the one in-charge was. Chiharu sniggered. The guy didn't even know who was in-charge here. Time for some fun. The young woman stood up, raising her voice to match his. [color=salmon][b]"Me. I'm in charge here."[/b][/color]