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Post by Seishiro on Sept 18, 2005 15:44:55 GMT -5
A young man, not looking as well-groomed as he usually was, entered the back of the store, threw on an apron and entered the store. He walked down an aisle with medical supplies and took a wrist brace. By that time, the manger of the store noticed him, "Dene! I didn't think you would come, 'specially this early. Oh dear, what happened to you?" The manger pointed at his wrist. Glare, but Dene to anyone outside of his gang, simply gave a small sigh as he began to open the bag and put it over the bandage around it, "I'm here because I need the money, anyways, I need to get some things off my mind and this is the best place. As for the wrist, I'll be fine, I can work with it." The manger nodded, "Very well."
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Post by Seishiro on Sept 20, 2005 19:35:37 GMT -5
Once Glare got the brace on his wrist, he quickly raced to begin to restock the store after noticing a few things that were low. It was obivous there was much work to be done, but Glare was happy to do it. Though he always would speak of how stupid his job was, Glare could never admit he hated it.
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Post by Belle on Oct 1, 2005 23:56:10 GMT -5
A loud ringing of bells was heard as a woman in her teens pushed open the door. A long braid fell down her back and she looked warn and tired with a deep gash on her face. Her hands were red raw as she let the door fall behind her and her clothes were wrinkled and worn. She kept her head down as she walked to the counter until she noticed Glare. She said nothing just looked up with a faint smile on her face. It was laced with pain..and underlying uncertainty.
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