Shopping! [closed]

[mother-crapper.livejournal.com]

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.

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[morning-beer.livejournal.com]

Gene, looking pretty tired, finally turned onto the right street. He made it to the front doors of the big hotel, Tilting his head up to read the sign. The Actua Are. Finally, right place. With a sigh, he turned around and crossed the street to Cid's shop. Plastering a grin on his face that he hoped was more cheerful than menacing, the tired redhead pulled his coat back to where it should have been, knocked once, and entered the shop.

He was still decked out for the end of the world. It looked like he might be carrying more guns than flesh on his person. Usually Jim kept his less used guns for him, but for some odd reason he'd strapped them all on at the Leyline. Maybe he could have Cid sell some of them later.

[mother-crapper.livejournal.com]

Cid glanced up at the newcomer and pursed his lips slightly, trying to figure out if the young man was here to rob him, or if he were possibly a customer.

"Hello," he said cautiously, straightening with one hand on the couch and the other on his hip. He made sure that both of them were in sight. "How can I help you, good sir?"