Day 49: The Pet Supply Place

[unheroed]

The bus ride had passed quickly enough, and then the moment of truth had come. The town, rather than being torn to shreds by rioting patients and the crazed undead, was more or less in good order. That was what Harvey had figured when he'd first exited the bus, anyway. His second thought had been that he was glad he had a raincoat. The drizzle was

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[notachick]

Of all the places to go once he arrived in Doyleton, Okita had no idea why he headed toward the animal pens. He was still slightly dizzy from his time on the metal deathtrap buses, barely able to keep his breakfast down as they rumbled through the winding roads. The anticipation that something was going to happen in town, however, kept him on edge all the way up to the point where he'd been dropped off at the park to the sight of a soft rain falling over the mostly unchanged town. His nurse had given him a warm blue coat to put on over his usual slacks and thick black turtleneck sweater (such bland colors that he was actually glad for the dark blue of the coat just to break it up) and then had showed him how to pull up the coat's hood to keep the drizzle from his face

[gothamsfuture]

What was that old saying? From the frying pan into the fire? Or in Terry's case, from elementary bus trips/moral dilemmas into stalking one of the big bads from Wayne's days as Batman. Not that he'd exactly been planning this little sidetrip, but given that Bruce was still missing, and now a guy who looked a lot like Two-Face had shown up? Terry thought it might just be worth a cane-smack to the head if he didn't follow after the guy

[unheroed]

After some time had passed, the employee who'd been watching him had lost interest. Not that Harvey really wanted to spend a ton of time in this place, but what he really didn't want was to feel eyes on him all the time. But right as he'd felt like he had the smallest bit of privacy, another patient showed up and started babbling at him.

Worse than that, Harvey could barely follow what the kid was saying. He only half-turned to look at the stranger, with his good side showing. "Boost? What are you talking about?" While a raised tone would have done a better job of showing his annoyance, he really didn't want to attract any attention to himself, and so he had to go for keeping his voice down to a more conspiratorial level. Which didn't mean he felt even the slightest bit of camaraderie with this kid; he hoped it wasn't taken that way.

But yeah, the kid was right. It wasn't his business -- nor did Harvey need any help. He crossed his arms over his chest and moved a few steps away from the leashes, more or less done with them

[gothamsfuture]

Okay, so hoping that the villain of the day would decide to open up to some random stranger was probably a bit too optimistic for anyone who had been in the business more than three days. Still, no one could blame Terry for giving it a shot. And more importantly, Two Face hadn't blown him off completely, but just asked for clarification. So it was still a foot in the door--just one that might leave Terry with a few broken toes.

"You know. Boost." Glancing around to see just how closely they were being monitored by the employees, Terry kept up with Two Face as he moved, sticking close enough to keep his voice low. Had to keep up appearances and all. "Steal. Shoplift? Man, I know old guys tend to be out of touch, but you don't look that ancient pops." Yeah, play up the role of the stupid stubborn kid, and hopefully a baddie might try to take him on as a pawn. At least, it was the best (and only) angle Terry could come up with, at the moment.

[unheroed]

Was this kid seriously trying to give him clues about shoplifting the middle of a store? Harvey glared at him, though he knew that it wasn't as effective as it would have been if both of his eyes were showing. Still, it would probably get the job done. He didn't know where "boost" was slang for "steal," but it didn't matter.

"I was just looking," he explained, straightening and raising his tone so that the workers wouldn't think they were up to something. He wasn't going to explain why he was looking, either. "I'm pretty sure most people grabbed the things they wanted last week, anyway." He'd definitely gotten what he'd been looking for, and it was safely stored away under his bed.

It was a shame he wouldn't have been able to get away with bringing the gun here with him, though. If those undead bastards came back, it would have felt satisfying to plant a bullet in the middle of a few of their foreheads. But still... ammunition. Each bullet had to have a purpose.