(locked to nopowerover_me)
The sound of a motorcycle's engine purring outside the book store purred to a halt before Aramis lowered the kickstand and anchored the black and chrome bike down on it. From the inside pocket of his leather jacket he pulled out a clean white terry cloth washcloth and brushed it over the fuel tank, tossing the gathered dust from the pair of silver French Musketeer crosses that'd been custom airbrushed on either side. After a brief inspection of its quality he pushed the washcloth back in his pocket and pulled his mirrored aviator sunglasses from his eyes.
A little bell rang when he pushed the store's front door open and his eyes immediately fell upon the shelves, seeking their listed generes by type. Fiction, SciFi, Reference, Religious, etc. It wouldn't be hard to see the back of his leather jacket that, framed in a circular pattern on both the top and bottom of a crucified eagle, are the words "God Probably Rides A Harley". The suit that the man wears, spite the shoulder-length curled brown hair that he wears proudly along with the goatee that accents his soft lips, is easily identified by the black slacks and black shirt with the tight collar complete with a square, white cap of a priest. Who'd have thought?
Aramis halts in the fiction section and begins to peruse the titles, seeming to be searching for something particular.
A little bell rang when he pushed the store's front door open and his eyes immediately fell upon the shelves, seeking their listed generes by type. Fiction, SciFi, Reference, Religious, etc. It wouldn't be hard to see the back of his leather jacket that, framed in a circular pattern on both the top and bottom of a crucified eagle, are the words "God Probably Rides A Harley". The suit that the man wears, spite the shoulder-length curled brown hair that he wears proudly along with the goatee that accents his soft lips, is easily identified by the black slacks and black shirt with the tight collar complete with a square, white cap of a priest. Who'd have thought?
Aramis halts in the fiction section and begins to peruse the titles, seeming to be searching for something particular.