Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2013 22:37:10 GMT -6
| Hadley was not a rich girl. Hell, she wasn’t even lower-middle class. Her childhood had never been so dire that she had had to go with an empty stomach, or experienced homelessness, but she couldn’t remember a time when her Daddy hadn’t had to juggle two or three jobs at a time, and still only had enough money to afford what was necessary. Rare splurging only happened on special occasions like birthdays or Christmases. And once Hadley had entered high-school, learning how to budget had become a necessary skill to master, as well as finding an afternoon job for herself. Just getting to New York had caused her to work at four separate jobs over several painful months. Having earned herself a scholarship made things a little easier for her, but monitoring both bank account and her wallet were never far from Hadley’s mind. It was why she never turned down an opportunity to participate in one of the paid experiments that the College of Manipulation often ran. Despite the threat of possible side-affects that did occasionally come from said experiments. Thankfully, Hadley was not without her skills. And Williamsburg in Brooklyn was the best place to display and make a profit from them. Hadley had been selling her art on the Brooklyn streets for just over a year now. She wasn’t alone in her endeavours. Williamsburg had a large art community – some sold their creations, others were happy enough to show them off and give them away for free. And anyone on friendly enough terms with the tall blonde knew that they would find her amongst the other pop-up stalls that dotted the streets, selling her art for around $15 a piece. Hadley had made an arrangement with a friend that she had made, named Sam. Sam considered herself an artist too, making jewellery and pocket-watches from hand. She also lived in Williamsburg and was happy to share the table that she used to display and sell her crafts with Hadley, so long as they evenly split their profits at the end of the day. It meant that Hadley wouldn’t have to travel with more than a box of her sketched and painted paintings from campus over to Brooklyn on a subway, so she’d agreed. It was a nice deal. @kat |
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