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RP: Wake Up, Open the Door, and Escape to the Sea

Jul 28, 2009 21:21

Characters: Sam Kennerly, Seamus Finnigan, Cho Weasley
Location: The Junk Shop --- Diagon Alley
Date: July 28, 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/Angst like WOAH
Summary: Sam finally learns the truth and runs into the worst possible person.
Completion: Incomplete

( And oh, my boy, you're so so coy / Let's just pretend that nothing's broken. )

in progress, 2000 07, seamus finnigan, cho weasley, place: diagon alley, sam kennerly

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pb_seamus July 29 2009, 02:00:04 UTC

"Okay -- boy, you know what to do with it!" Sea called back, struggling to hold the alarm clock in his hands; it had seen fit to go into a series of shakes that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. For a moment there was no more noise from his end of things; then a large crash and enthusiastic cursing as the mechanism dropped from his fingers. For a moment the clock skittered along the floor like a crab, and burrowed somewhere in the doorknob pile.

Seamus sighed audibly, wiping sweat from his brow. "Well, feck that shite."

pb_sam July 29 2009, 02:19:46 UTC

Sam had to wheel around on one foot to avoid having the crab-clock skitter over his feet and into the pile, which since the mirror incident had been moved closer to the front. He'd stopped asking questions like, "what was that?" in the first week and settled with:

"Are you alright?" A more easily answered question by far. At least Sam hoped. "Want me to take over?" The other front shelf was already emptied and packed away, waiting to be filled with other things.

pb_seamus July 29 2009, 02:29:02 UTC

Seamus held out his arms, gesturing. "Take a look at me. Ain't nothing wrong here."

Then a good-natured grin. He waved Sam away good-naturedly. "Dunno. Think it's time for a break, then? If I ain't workin' on our shift seems only fair you wouldn't. Fair coworkin' an' all. We been left the display to change is all, really -- shite back there can wait till Wednesday even. Probably."

pb_sam July 29 2009, 02:53:40 UTC

Sam nodded. The first week or so he would have been dubious about the many 'breaks' Sea suggested but not now. It was early in the day and stretching out the actual work meant staving off the boredom a little.

So of course that was when a customer entered. A rather...nervous, customer, in fact. That in and of itself wasn't strange--the shop thrived on strange--but this was the kind of strange that seemed to come from someone who was mindlessly terrified and trying (failing) to conceal it.

"Ex...Excuse me, but, can you help me?"

Sam smiled. "Er, what were you looking for today, sir?"

A set of spooked, yet somehow incredulous eyes strained on Sam. The man was small and wirey; almost struck Sam as a shut-in, perhaps because he was so so close to being one himself.

"Silver fire poker maybe? Or a knife, you sell knives?" The man asked, wringing his hands and scanning the walls as if searching for something.

"What do you need--nevermind. Sea, I need the key to the front case."

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