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maskormenacelogs2014-06-02 12:43 pm
incorporated) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-02 12:43 pm
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what lurks in the shadows (of your local albertson's)
WHO: Cecil Palmer, Kevin
WHERE: a totally unassuming grocery store
WHEN: june 2nd, 2014
WHAT: Cecil runs into Kevin in a fateful meeting.
WARNINGS: None presently.
Kevin had been in the city for nearly a month, but had managed to keep to himself for the majority of the time. Even so, his drab government apartment situation had become tiresomely bland and the desire to explore had taken over. It was for this reason that Kevin found himself in a grocery store -- not his local grocery store, mind you -- he just had to see where that teleportation technology would take him if he took a step into it; lo and behold, he was away from "home" now.
Oblivious to the unusual looks he garnered as he strolled the aisles, Kevin studied what was available to him with immense scrutiny. This was hardly what he was expecting; there was not nearly enough blood; why was this place so clean? He could see everything without a lens of viscera, and it was almost unsettling. Furthermore, he had only been spoken to twice by the employees. They were hardly working at their full potential. He should have been accosted at least six times by this point.
While he reached to inspect a gallon of milk with an expression of displeasure (if one could even call it that, his smile was still uncannily evident), he lifted the carton and took a step back without much concern for his surroundings; bumping into someone, or something almost immediately.
WHERE: a totally unassuming grocery store
WHEN: june 2nd, 2014
WHAT: Cecil runs into Kevin in a fateful meeting.
WARNINGS: None presently.
Kevin had been in the city for nearly a month, but had managed to keep to himself for the majority of the time. Even so, his drab government apartment situation had become tiresomely bland and the desire to explore had taken over. It was for this reason that Kevin found himself in a grocery store -- not his local grocery store, mind you -- he just had to see where that teleportation technology would take him if he took a step into it; lo and behold, he was away from "home" now.
Oblivious to the unusual looks he garnered as he strolled the aisles, Kevin studied what was available to him with immense scrutiny. This was hardly what he was expecting; there was not nearly enough blood; why was this place so clean? He could see everything without a lens of viscera, and it was almost unsettling. Furthermore, he had only been spoken to twice by the employees. They were hardly working at their full potential. He should have been accosted at least six times by this point.
While he reached to inspect a gallon of milk with an expression of displeasure (if one could even call it that, his smile was still uncannily evident), he lifted the carton and took a step back without much concern for his surroundings; bumping into someone, or something almost immediately.