Post by Takeda on Jan 8, 2014 14:10:39 GMT -5
"Kid better be right about this..."
Other than blindly hoping for survival, that was the chief thought going through Takeda's head as he began to follow the coordinates laid out by his brother. One thing was for sure, the kid was collected, and managed to pinpoint the location of what he described as a safe haven from whatever these things were. A temporary refuge would be nice, but the tales of there being someone to take in all the unwanted scrap that was piling up in the apartment? That'd be a dream. Sweat dripped from his forehead to his brow, as he made his way along the exact coordinates drawn out for him by Seiji. "I swear to god, if that kid is pulling something on me, or I end up running out of ammo in this shithole, I'm going to wring his-" The thought was abruptly interrupted by the glimpse of a building in the distance that seemed relatively...well, it was at least a damn building, anywhere was better than this...there was always this feeling of them stalking him...watching. Had been like that ever since...
Placing his hand on the door, he turned the knob, and was greeted with the sight of a place that he'd describe as home away from home...junk dealer alright. Seiji had handed him the pack for the purposes of doing shifts to lighten the load, and since it was an off day, he was screwed. Inside, he found a board put up on the wall filled to the brim with post-it notes and a few posters, a mission board of some sort. With the low-light situation going on in here, he had a bit of difficulty in determining if he saw the line "For a good t-" and of course it was too dark to see that bit...there went tonight's entertainment. Hands in his leather jacket's pockets, he strode up to the counter, and looked about before unzipping it.
Laying out the various knick-knacks and refuse that was beginning to pile up in his house from Seiji's little "outings", he organized them, and spoke. "Hey. I'm with Seiji, sent me here to hand out some of this shit." With a sigh, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put it on the table too, after lighting one up. "And that. Times are tough, so on and so on...so what can you give me for all this?"
Other than blindly hoping for survival, that was the chief thought going through Takeda's head as he began to follow the coordinates laid out by his brother. One thing was for sure, the kid was collected, and managed to pinpoint the location of what he described as a safe haven from whatever these things were. A temporary refuge would be nice, but the tales of there being someone to take in all the unwanted scrap that was piling up in the apartment? That'd be a dream. Sweat dripped from his forehead to his brow, as he made his way along the exact coordinates drawn out for him by Seiji. "I swear to god, if that kid is pulling something on me, or I end up running out of ammo in this shithole, I'm going to wring his-" The thought was abruptly interrupted by the glimpse of a building in the distance that seemed relatively...well, it was at least a damn building, anywhere was better than this...there was always this feeling of them stalking him...watching. Had been like that ever since...
Placing his hand on the door, he turned the knob, and was greeted with the sight of a place that he'd describe as home away from home...junk dealer alright. Seiji had handed him the pack for the purposes of doing shifts to lighten the load, and since it was an off day, he was screwed. Inside, he found a board put up on the wall filled to the brim with post-it notes and a few posters, a mission board of some sort. With the low-light situation going on in here, he had a bit of difficulty in determining if he saw the line "For a good t-" and of course it was too dark to see that bit...there went tonight's entertainment. Hands in his leather jacket's pockets, he strode up to the counter, and looked about before unzipping it.
Laying out the various knick-knacks and refuse that was beginning to pile up in his house from Seiji's little "outings", he organized them, and spoke. "Hey. I'm with Seiji, sent me here to hand out some of this shit." With a sigh, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put it on the table too, after lighting one up. "And that. Times are tough, so on and so on...so what can you give me for all this?"