A strange sort of reunion (continued) [Closed]
Character(s): Cid and a shitload of others, not to mention those that still want to crash the party.
Content: Another day, another stampede of crazies coming into Cid's shop looking for people/things.
Setting: Cid's shop, across the street from the center branch of Actua Are.
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: This could get long....
Notice: All those participating in the earlier shop thread, continue all actions from there in here. That way it's easier for me to keep track. kthx.
Cid was never known for his patience. He was certain that some higher being was trying to bless him with a test to teach him the wonders of virtue and generosity and love thy neighbor and all that other bullshit, but it was really just pissing him off.
Cid was getting up in years. He hadn't slept for almost ten years, he was being bombarded with kids that barely came up to his elbow, and adults that acted younger than the brats he'd managed to pick up. He'd gotten a hole in his ceiling, a late-night visit from a stranger, his life threatened, his customers' lives threatened...
Goddamn. He'd take the heartless over this shit anyday. At least he had more of a reason to kill those little bastards.
And to top it all off, now he was being ignored by his two latest, obnoxious additions to the herd. Could this week get any worse?
Content: Another day, another stampede of crazies coming into Cid's shop looking for people/things.
Setting: Cid's shop, across the street from the center branch of Actua Are.
Time: Friday morning
Warnings: This could get long....
Notice: All those participating in the earlier shop thread, continue all actions from there in here. That way it's easier for me to keep track. kthx.
Cid was never known for his patience. He was certain that some higher being was trying to bless him with a test to teach him the wonders of virtue and generosity and love thy neighbor and all that other bullshit, but it was really just pissing him off.
Cid was getting up in years. He hadn't slept for almost ten years, he was being bombarded with kids that barely came up to his elbow, and adults that acted younger than the brats he'd managed to pick up. He'd gotten a hole in his ceiling, a late-night visit from a stranger, his life threatened, his customers' lives threatened...
Goddamn. He'd take the heartless over this shit anyday. At least he had more of a reason to kill those little bastards.
And to top it all off, now he was being ignored by his two latest, obnoxious additions to the herd. Could this week get any worse?