Andre Labeau (withacapitalz) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-03 02:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | andre labeau, vance harlow |
Who: Andre and Vance
What: Boys being stupid by throwing punches first and asking questions later.
When: Thursday evening - 5pm. (First night.)
Where: IDEK.
Warnings: Violence
Status: ongoing
Goddamn it.
No, but seriously, god fucking damn it.
It had certainly been a day. It had started at 5:00 am, when Andre had to get up to work the morning shift at the bodega. Showered, dressed, brushed and Axe body-sprayed into oblivion, Andre was out the door by 5:30, and at work in St. Bats by 6. Mr. Xiang was, of course, already there and putting the breakfast burritos into the warmer, prepped and ready for the morning mass of rush hour commuters. Everything was stocked and polished and cleaned by graveyard the night before, and ready for mindless retail consumption. They opened their doors at 6:30 am, and though they had a few people meandering in, popping in real quick to look for eggs and bacon to cook at home, the real work didn't start until about 7:30, when everyone who didn't have breakfast at home were heading to work, and they stopped by the bodega looking for something quick and on the go. Burritos, coffee, apples and bananas, whathaveyou, etc.
On a good day, the rush usually lasted until 8:30.
And the power went out at 8.
For about two hours, thinking the power would go back on at any second, Mr. Xiang determined that they would stay open. And for all the good that did, because anyone who came into the store was immediately turned around and informed they couldn't use the credit and EBT card readers, much less their register period.
It wasn't until about 10 am that Mr. Xiang decided to close and shut his doors - though he was still of the mind that the power would be restored at any minute. And so he wouldn't allow Andre to leave. And so he was stuck there until about 1 pm, when it was just occurring to Mr. Xiang that maybe the power wouldn't be coming back so quickly after all. And of course, once that realization was made, Andre absolutely couldn't be permitted to leave, because then who would help Mr. Xiang stack ice on top of all the perishables in the store room?
By 2 pm, it was undeniable that things were happening in the city at large, beyond the front doors of the bodega. Every few minutes a cop car was whizzing by, sirens blaring. There was even the odd firetruck going by. Although his shift really technically ended at 2, it wasn't until 4 pm when Andre was cut loose and allowed to leave, only after Vinny arrived on scene for his shift, and only after making sure all the perishables where stacked into a small area in the walk in, and surrounded by a mountain of ice, and only after making sure to help secure the front windows and doors of the store.
By 4:05, after a quick duck into an alley way, Andre Labeau was neatly tucked away, and Wolf of the Wonderlands was allowed out to roam.
For all of the neatness and orderliness that one small street in St. Bats was allowed to keep for that short a period of time, the city beyond was in disarray. Wandering from St. Bats on over into StAgnes, it was plain to see. Already, the looters were out, attacking stores foolhardy enough for whatever reason to have not locked their doors. For the most part, true, at a glance most of the shops still looked intact - but Andre could already spot a busted store front window or two from where he was standing.
See, New Waverly, this is why we couldn't have nice things.
And so for the next hour Andre put himself into trying to contain the chaos. He did his best to bust up any mobs forming and to deter anyone from busting any storefront windows. In fact, it was at about 5 pm when Andre happened upon a group of older teens about ready to heave a mailbox through a window of an Apple store. (Andre thought he might have crossed into Strykertown at that point? But honestly, he couldn't tell, he wasn't too familiar with this part of the city yet, he could've just been in The Rails)
Andre called out to the kids, and, of course, they scattered, which they always did, punk ass bitches. All but one that seemed to have himself weighed down with a backpack and was having a hard time running managed to get away. Andre grabbed the kid by the backpack and yanked him back - though apparently he had applied too much force, oops, because the backpack slit in half, and out fell a plethora of ill-begotten goods. Double oops. But it wasn't what you might have expected a kid to grab - cellphones, ipods, etc. No, it looked like he had himself a mess load of jewelry, and expensive stuff at that. The fuck.
Andre allowed himself a moment of inward groaning (look at his life, look at his choices) before slamming the kid into the brick and mortar wall of the Apple store, next to the windows. "WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?" Andre barked, pinning the kid down with one hand and raising his other to smash into the kid's face. "Don't make me have to knock them teeth out of your head, else you're gonna have to be using some of them diamonds as chompers, and Miley and Justin will already tell you that isn't a good look for a white boy."