02-17-2009, 02:52 AM
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All Welcome, Halifax. And I have no idea how this got so long. D: WC: 600+
Ehno grabbed the handle of the cart in front of him and with a grunt, began to push it forward. The cart was stacked high with boxes of useless things, among then a large box labeled “TOILET.” The whole stack was blocking the path to the next aisle in the rundown and long abandoned hardware store and, of course, that was where the Italian boy needed to go. Had the other aisles not been so cluttered with an obstacle course of old merchandise, he would have just chosen another path. He figured he could try to push his way past first, and if that didn’t work he would turn back and navigate through the hazardous paths strewn with old rusted pipes and display window frames.
But with a squeak of the underused wheels, the cart gave way and he managed to push it aside. He veered it to the left once he was mostly clear of the aisle to keep it out of his path, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief he felt the cart collide with something he couldn’t see. A moment later he could hear a thunderous crash accompanied by several small, higher pitched pops. Ehno flinched from the sudden noise, pulling his ears back against his skull. He released his grip on the handle of the now-stationary cart and walked over to see what he had collided with. The sight of a fallen display of light-bulbs greeted his amber gaze, broken bulbs and shards of glass scattered about. The Marino peered at the shattered bulbs curiously for a moment, trying to figure out what they were before he shrugged and continued on to his destination.
The Marino boy had arrived at the hardware store earlier with the intention of scavenging a few more carpentry tools for use back at Crimson Dreams. He had a few smaller tools already stored in the corner of his room, but he realized that he would need some bigger ones as well to work on more extensive projects. He had already discovered that chopping wood into workable pieces with an axe was far from accurate. He had poked around this building once a few weeks ago and now he had returned with a purpose.
When he first entered the old store, a turned over display near the long-since-raided checkout counters had caught his attention. There were several plastic packages scattered around the colorful cardboard display. Ever curious, the Italian boy walked over and picked up one of the packages. The plastic was decorated with the same colors as the display along with an illustration of a human standing in some sort of heroic pose and wearing a strange belt.
Upon further inspection, Ehno found that the item in the package was one of those belts. He had torn open the package and inspected the thing. It was made out of a sturdy, almost canvas-like material, and contained both large and small pockets. After another glance at the cardboard display, he realized these pockets were used to hold tools. Sure that it would come in handy, he decided to keep it. The male tied it around his waist like the human in the pictures had it. And just for fun, he struck the same pose as the illustration, hand on his hips, head to the side and eyes focused on some faraway object.
After this little detour he resumed his search of the store, glancing along all the shelves and finding nothing of interest until he decided to push that cart out of his way. So now that that road-blockage had been taken care of, the chocolate-hued male, donning his tool belt, stood glancing around the aisles. He hadn’t seen too many carpentry tools up until now, but he knew they had to be somewhere within these unexplored aisles. The only question now was where he should start his search.
Ehno grabbed the handle of the cart in front of him and with a grunt, began to push it forward. The cart was stacked high with boxes of useless things, among then a large box labeled “TOILET.” The whole stack was blocking the path to the next aisle in the rundown and long abandoned hardware store and, of course, that was where the Italian boy needed to go. Had the other aisles not been so cluttered with an obstacle course of old merchandise, he would have just chosen another path. He figured he could try to push his way past first, and if that didn’t work he would turn back and navigate through the hazardous paths strewn with old rusted pipes and display window frames.
But with a squeak of the underused wheels, the cart gave way and he managed to push it aside. He veered it to the left once he was mostly clear of the aisle to keep it out of his path, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief he felt the cart collide with something he couldn’t see. A moment later he could hear a thunderous crash accompanied by several small, higher pitched pops. Ehno flinched from the sudden noise, pulling his ears back against his skull. He released his grip on the handle of the now-stationary cart and walked over to see what he had collided with. The sight of a fallen display of light-bulbs greeted his amber gaze, broken bulbs and shards of glass scattered about. The Marino peered at the shattered bulbs curiously for a moment, trying to figure out what they were before he shrugged and continued on to his destination.
The Marino boy had arrived at the hardware store earlier with the intention of scavenging a few more carpentry tools for use back at Crimson Dreams. He had a few smaller tools already stored in the corner of his room, but he realized that he would need some bigger ones as well to work on more extensive projects. He had already discovered that chopping wood into workable pieces with an axe was far from accurate. He had poked around this building once a few weeks ago and now he had returned with a purpose.
When he first entered the old store, a turned over display near the long-since-raided checkout counters had caught his attention. There were several plastic packages scattered around the colorful cardboard display. Ever curious, the Italian boy walked over and picked up one of the packages. The plastic was decorated with the same colors as the display along with an illustration of a human standing in some sort of heroic pose and wearing a strange belt.
Upon further inspection, Ehno found that the item in the package was one of those belts. He had torn open the package and inspected the thing. It was made out of a sturdy, almost canvas-like material, and contained both large and small pockets. After another glance at the cardboard display, he realized these pockets were used to hold tools. Sure that it would come in handy, he decided to keep it. The male tied it around his waist like the human in the pictures had it. And just for fun, he struck the same pose as the illustration, hand on his hips, head to the side and eyes focused on some faraway object.
After this little detour he resumed his search of the store, glancing along all the shelves and finding nothing of interest until he decided to push that cart out of his way. So now that that road-blockage had been taken care of, the chocolate-hued male, donning his tool belt, stood glancing around the aisles. He hadn’t seen too many carpentry tools up until now, but he knew they had to be somewhere within these unexplored aisles. The only question now was where he should start his search.