Post by Seiji Dalton on Jan 8, 2014 14:25:35 GMT -5
Seiji was out of his house before the sun had even properly risen. Exiting the foul smelling apartment, his nostrils flared as he breathed in fresh air. Neither he nor his brother had a penchant for cleaning sadly. Stepping down the steps, he found himself admiring the view of the rising sun, the navy blue light of the night giving way to the orange glow of the morning. The illusion of normalcy cast on those trapped by the blockade was a sweet thing. A few cars passed by them on their way to various places around the city. Stepping into the back alley for long enough to check their clothes that had been drying since the previous night, he said a silent deadpan prayer to the underwear gods for protecting their clothing from thieves in the night. His favorite pair of boxers had been stolen not two nights after his arrival in the town. "I'm going to cry." He remembered saying to Takeda in an emotionless voice. Taking down a clean shirt, he pulled his old one off and changed. With his old shirt slung across his shoulders, he walked towards the back entrance to the shop. Takeda had mentioned something about a new shipment of manga coming in from one of the local printing presses. Where they got the actual material inside the manga was beyond him. It was one of those mysteries that caused amusement upon pondering them, yet one that seemed pointless to pursue further.
Unlocking the back door of the shop, he decided to look through the wares. Perhaps there'd be a game for him topilfer borrow. Working at Manga-Max seemed to be a horrible job, but one perk was that the actual owner didn't seem to care when a game or two showed up missing from the inventory. Another such perk was that the owner was the type of man who gave his workers a day off on Sunday. Today just happened to be Sunday. Both Seiji and Takeda could relax. Seiji had suggested catching a movie the previous night, but he'd find that plan was down the drain when a package was pressed against the inside of the door. He didn't know how the weapon people down in the Golden Alice district did it, but they somehow managed to deliver his order to the interior of a locked building. He gulped at how that skill could be applied. Picking up the package, Seiji walked back up the stairs looking every bit as fishy as a mobster on the way to a hit. Throwing down the package on his cot, he grabbed some box cutters and tore down the middle. The bastard sword inside, well...she was a beauty. Seiji had dreamed of owning such a weapon since he was a small child reading tales of valiant knights. Grabbing it up out of the box, he toyed with the sword in his hands, trying to get used to the weight.
"Now I just need to run an electric current through the weapon. We'll never have to fry our chicken with grease again, and we'll save a fortune." The seriousness of the statement, as always, was questionable at best.
Unlocking the back door of the shop, he decided to look through the wares. Perhaps there'd be a game for him to
"Now I just need to run an electric current through the weapon. We'll never have to fry our chicken with grease again, and we'll save a fortune." The seriousness of the statement, as always, was questionable at best.