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.

[identity profile] walking-complex.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
...Well, that was certainly convenient. Hojo always did have a bad habit of not paying attention to the immediate present if there was something more interesting going on elsewhere, and the other two occupants of the shop were certainly interesting. Or maybe Hojo just had an overactive imagination.

Wait, he'd been asked a question? "Oh, un, I just..." He shook his head, to clear his thoughts. "I need a gun, actually." He was easily spooked, and a few death threats on his journal were more than enough to get him seeking some sort of protection. How convenient for him that this shop seemed to have a couple for sale.

[identity profile] mysteriousboy.livejournal.com 2006-02-23 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
A gun. Did they have guns? The other new employee seemed to have a lot of them. Maybe some of them were for sale. Wait, maybe that was what he and Mr. Cid had been talking about. He had to learn to focus better. Or something. Roxas wasn't a very good salesman yet.

"I, ah, well, I'm sure we have a lot of guns, erm..." He looked around and caught Mr. Cid's eye. "Erm... Hey, Mr. Cid! I, ah, this guy needs a... a gun, right? A gun!"