Eggsy (nothing_to_lose) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-05-12 15:36:00 |
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Who: Eggsy and Roxy
Where: Kingsman Tailors, providers of bespoke, made-to-measure, ready-to-wear tailoring, both suits and shirts. Formerly of 11, Savile Row, London.
What: Reunions
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: Splendid
Status: WIP
Eggsy was out for his daily run round the city, following routes he'd worked out on the map to try and get him to know the layout of the city as quickly as possible. He'd looked back through the network and found aerial photographs, and he'd been able to match them up with the map easily enough, but there was nothing that beat getting out onto the streets and learning them properly. Besides, it let him bounce around the place as well when he found steps and walls and shit like that. The fact that the place was almost entirely deserted meant that he wasn't going to get run over or smack into anyone when he was jumping down from walls or fire escapes or whatever, so, y'know, bonus.
He was running past a street he'd already been down earlier, when he noticed that something was different. Slowing to a stop, he walked back and looked down the street. Sure enough, there was a new shopfront, one that he was very familiar with. Walking down the street, he took in the cast iron fence in front of the shop that curved round to the steps up to the doorway, the weird-as-fuck antlers hanging off the ceiling that he could see as he got close enough to see inside, the gilt letters on the window that just said "Kingsman", and Eggsy couldn't help but grin.
Letting his hand trail along the rail as he climbed the steps, he pushed open the front doors and walked in, relaxing at the sense of "home" he got from the place. He half expected to see Ector, tidying up bolts of material, or Dagonet showing some posh bloke into fitting room 2 to get measured up for his bespoke suit, but the shop was as empty as the rest of the city.