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Demon Marcus, Sunday
Sunday, May 15th, 2016 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
myownfaceAll in all, today wasn't a bad day.
Well, it was kind of an unfortunate weekend for a guy who worked in a clothing store, granted. When he'd walked in for his shift, half of his inventory was already gone, and the rest had been pawing at the door waiting for him to open it so that the whole lot of it could stage a jailbreak. Which wasn't necessarily bad. It meant that there was at least a pair of pants that he could make a grab for as they shuffled on by. For a guy who had shown up to work in a pair of shorts rationalizing that he could just get more clothes at the store, that was... kind of a win? Halfway a win. The pants didn't even fit all that well. He needed a belt to hold them up.
Sparkle sighed as he looked around at what was left. There was at least a little bit of stock. Mostly the stuff that had been on the racks since forever that had somehow missed the burn barrel. Maybe people who were desperate would put it on, but Sparkle couldn't see anybody in their right mind wearing that garbage willingly.
"Let me guess," he drawled, looking at a pair of parachute pants with hamburger print on them, "you're the scabs."
[OOC: Open!]
Well, it was kind of an unfortunate weekend for a guy who worked in a clothing store, granted. When he'd walked in for his shift, half of his inventory was already gone, and the rest had been pawing at the door waiting for him to open it so that the whole lot of it could stage a jailbreak. Which wasn't necessarily bad. It meant that there was at least a pair of pants that he could make a grab for as they shuffled on by. For a guy who had shown up to work in a pair of shorts rationalizing that he could just get more clothes at the store, that was... kind of a win? Halfway a win. The pants didn't even fit all that well. He needed a belt to hold them up.
Sparkle sighed as he looked around at what was left. There was at least a little bit of stock. Mostly the stuff that had been on the racks since forever that had somehow missed the burn barrel. Maybe people who were desperate would put it on, but Sparkle couldn't see anybody in their right mind wearing that garbage willingly.
"Let me guess," he drawled, looking at a pair of parachute pants with hamburger print on them, "you're the scabs."
[OOC: Open!]