Richie Gecko is a prodigy. (lockartist) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-10-19 20:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, richie gecko, santanico pandemonium |
Characters: Richie Gecko + Santanico Pandemonium.
Location: Richie’s building in La Habra.
Time: 19 October, after hours.
Warnings: TBA.
Summary: Unwelcome visit.
Status: Closed, complete.
It was only a few minutes past when he locked up the doors for good and Richie was still downstairs, flicking his lighter on and off. His probation officer had stopped by earlier to take a look at the place, and as if Richie would commit petty theft, had another officer check serial numbers on the safes he had in the store. He had stayed behind the counter, watching the guy go through his stuff, making sure he was still following his probation to the letter. For the most part, he’d ignored the him until he addressed him directly, and it was just to tell him what he lawyer had already said; his assets were still frozen due to pending investigation and he was most likely going to be stuck in La Habra for a while. Richie was no stranger to places like this, the forgettable places that ‘decent’ people didn’t like to go to. For the majority of his life, those were the places he called home, if he had ever used the word. After he ran away from his last foster placement and his brother, Richie didn’t use home to describe the places he stayed in because no place felt like it. Of all the shelters he’d lived out of, all the apartments, motels and his prison cell, he never thought of any of them as a place he would want to return to. Richie always left each place he lived in the same way he found it — empty and bland. It was hard to tell if someone had even lived in those places, since he never left any mark on it. The apartment he had upstairs had just the basics needed to survive and Richie didn’t intend to have any more in there. Sitting behind the counter of the store, he dug out his crushed package of cigarettes and his lighter. It was a bad habit, not only to smoke but to smoke inside, but no one was going to stop him. He still ran this place on his own at the moment, even though he was looking for someone to take the tedious front desk job off his hands. As far as he knew, he was the only one here and that meant there wasn’t anyone to nag him about smoking in the building. His probation officer had the tendency to pick at his habit when they were together and it took everything in Richie not to give her a piece of his mind. Through the smoke gathering around his head, Richie thought he saw someone near the front door of the store but he disregarded it, figuring they’d either read the sign or just fuck off when he refused to get up off his ass to let them in. He knew he was potentially losing business, but at the moment, he didn’t really care. Richie rolled his shoulders as he took another drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke in the air in small rings. |