Herrick Turner (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} 14_to_life) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} inshadowfalls,@ 2010-06-29 10:40:00 |
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Where ? The Waste Casket
When ? Tuesday afternoon
What ? Herrick is bored, The Waste Casket suffers an unforeseen result of hiring Dillon Barnes
Rating ? Nothing bad yet.
Dillon had a job now. It meant he was away from home most of the day. If he wasn't at school he seemed to be at work which meant when he was at home he usually had to go to bed early to prepare for the next equally as busy day. It wasn't that Herrick didn't get to see Dillon, just that he didn't get to see him as often as he was used to. The change would just take a little time for him to get used to and he would get used to it but for now, now he was moody and maybe a little pouty.
He was often in town since it was the best place to "meet new people" and sell drugs to them. The school, the mall, the strip club, he left those places to his human employees and while he didn't insist they stay out of the center of town, it was usually where he did the majority of his business. He was a common land mark between the buildings and in alley ways and usually unwelcome when loitering in front of shops. Luckily for the other shops down town and maybe unfortunately for the Waste Casket, where Dillon now worked, it was that one store in particular that would be receiving the majority of his attention.
Like that afternoon, for example. He stood out front pressing his face against the glass trying to get Dillon's attention. He was sure the human had seen him but was ignoring him since he was kind of impossible to avoid. He wasn't going to go away though and when waving and tapping against the glass didn't do anything, he yanked the front door open and let himself inside.
Herrick played it cool, taking in a deep breath of the place and glancing around. He tugged at the sleeves and legs of some of the clothing on sale and felt the material and slowly made his way up to the counter where Dillon was going through items people had tried on and rejected. "So," he said and leaned heavily against the surface in front of the register, "do you guys tailor things you sell so they fit better because I have a really impressive inseam."