David Neale (revenir) wrote in repose, @ 2018-03-05 17:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, david neale, hannah smith |
log: david and hannah - capital pawnshop
Who: The Revenant and Hannah
What: By the pricking of my thumbs...
Where: A pawn shop in the Capital slums.
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Violence.
The pawn shop was never intended to be open all night. That's not what pawn shops are for. They open, take your valuables for cash, crush your dreams for a ticket so you can pay the rent, and then they close. The times of the friendly pawn shop owner, who knew you'd be back for the family silver sometime next week, those days were over.
A rusty enamel sign in the window advertised that the shop bought gold. A mannequin head stared blankly onto the street, displaying a hat with a net dotted with flowers, last in fashion sometime in 1953.
The grate over the door, however, was not pulled down. The shop was dark, but the sign was still flipped to OPEN. Looking closer, there was a sprinkling of something that sparkled on the floor just inside - glass, from a broken lightbulb.
In the apartment above the pawn shop, there were two loud pops, two flashes of light through curtained windows, and a sound distinctly like laughter.