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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On the plus side, it'd given Terry a pretty good look at one route through town. Even with the drizzle and the graffiti, he thought the place looked pretty nice. But then, he'd grown up in the middle of Gotham, so most places were going to rank higher on the paradise scale. Not that Terry didn't love his city; he'd picked one of the worst after-school jobs ever if that was the case. But it was nice getting an idea of what Gotham could someday be, if the right people stepped up and did the right thing.
Day dreams aside though, Two-Face ducked into what looked like a pet shop after a few twists and turns on the road. Odd place for a super-villain to hang out, or so it seemed to Terry. So naturally, he followed the guy in, and pretended to be extremely interested in goldfish for several minutes while his target checked out the leashes.
So now that he had the guy there, what was he going to do? Somehow, Terry thought that walking up and asking about life as one of Batman's archenemies would be the best introduction. And without one of the shirts the employees wore, Terry didn't think he and his sweater of teenage-humiliation would pass as a puppy salesmen. But he'd been thinking about getting a leash for his roommate, so maybe that was a place to start.
"You know, if you're going to try and boost something, standing there staring at it isn't the best way to go about it." Terry had lifted more than he liked to admit back in the day, but now at least, he could use it as a conversation opener. He walked up so he could talk low enough to Two-Face without being overheard, and did his best to look completely casual as he spoke to the guy. "Not that it's any of my business or anything, but patients need to look out for each other, right?"
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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.
He glanced over the rest of the store, trying to find a sign. Were some of the things they'd knocked off of the shelves gone, maybe? In the end, he knew there was no way to be certain. That night had been too hectic for him to put his attention to detail to good use. Either way, this place was in better condition than it should have been. The question was whether or not it was feasible for this amount of clean-up to have happened in a week.
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"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.
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"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.
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"Woah. Scary." Terry's delivery was perfectly deadpan, and his grin just cocky enough to make guys with a bad temper think about hitting him. "Was just trying to help, guy. Like I said, we're both patients, right? And nobody else around here has our best interest in mind."
But something interesting had popped out, and from the sounds of it, Two Face thought Terry should already know. But he'd arrived in time for bulletins, not the actual events of whatever happened last time--none of which exactly sounded pleasant. "What do you mean, last week? Not all of us were around then, including me. Don't tell me I missed out on all of the fun."
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However, when the stranger mentioned that he'd missed out on possible fun, Harvey scowled and shook his head. Even if the teen was being facetious, the events of the previous week weren't worth poking fun at. At least not in Harvey's opinion.
"Hardly," he said once all of the patrolling employees were out of earshot. This really wasn't the best place to have this conversation, but he wasn't up for going out into the drizzle again, either. "We were late getting back on the buses, and when night fell, things changed. Just like they do back up on the hill." Even though he had nothing to gain by withholding details, Harvey decided not to get into the nitty-gritty of things. Part of it was because he died a little every time he used the word "zombie"; the other part was that this kid wasn't exactly on his good side at this point. So, he'd be half-helpful.
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He'd gotten a little loud at the end, and Terry looked around to make sure he hadn't drawn too much attention. An employee or two had looked over, but they turned away quickly enough when Terry offered a placating wave. He hadn't missed the way they scowled, though.
"So does that stuff happen every week? I've never been here before, and all my--" Pause, look at the staff. A touch of panic just to keep up the act. "Uh. You know. My junk is back at the hospital." Maybe he really would need to put the old skills back into action. Not exactly something Terry would be proud of, but better a bite to the ego than a limb.
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It almost made him want to withhold the information just to teach the stranger a lesson, but Harvey knew that that was treading into the wrong sort of territory. It was no skin off of his back to answer the kid's questions, even if there were about ten other things he'd rather be doing.
The town was uninteresting, anyway.
"This is only my second time here, but from what I've gathered, last week was the first time." Which meant that there was really no way to know what to expect this time around. There was no pattern to work off of. "And I don't think you need to worry so much about that. There're a lot of different things to choose from here." When it was steal a gun or get your leg chewed off? Harvey was pretty sure he knew what choice any sane person would make.
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