http://mother-crapper.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mother-crapper.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-02-20 10:23 am

Shopping! [closed]

Characters: Cid, Roxas, Gene, whoever else would like to choose to participate
Content: Cid opens his shop and meets his new employees
Setting: Cid's Shop, across the street from the center branch of the Actua Are
Time: Wednesday night
Warnings: None!



It had taken him two whole days to clean the place up and get it to his liking, but he was finally done and ready for business. He stood in the doorway of the shop, looking over all his hard work, and gave an approving nod. Not a bad job, if he did say so himself.

He had kept alot of the original furniture that was there when he got it, but he had rearranged it and found a few old rugs in the back to lay on the hardwood floors. There was a rather large fireplace that he had moved the couch in front of... he thought it was a good idea, since Paixao was rather cold, and his customers (or those damn friends of his) could come in and warm up.

Oh. He'd forgotten to start it. Might as well do that now. The sun was setting and it had been freezing all day. He hadn't worn his sweatshirt once, though. He's gotta keep up his manly image, and a little cold never hurt anybody!

Well, maybe it did...

It had seemed to Cid that the store had been a pawn shop before he got his hands on it, so there was a great number of different things avalible for him to sell, or to modify. Everything was going so well.

Now he just had to wait until someone threw a wrench in the works.

Re: To everyone in the store, mostly Hojo.

[identity profile] kamereon-toiki.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Yaten squeezed Vincent's shoulders in a hug. "...So blink. A lot," Yaten offered helpfully. He made a face, realizing there were people in this place. A lot of them. The green-eyed psuedoboy glared at the occupants warily.

His last encounter with any number of people over three had been screaming fans. Not exactly something he liked. With one shoe missing, and on Vincent's back, (while being comparativley tiny, no less) Yaten held an aloof, cold air of "talk to me and I eat your fucking pancreas".

It was a very noticable change for those who had seen him beyond the stage. Here? That was Vincent and just Vincent.