fr33ks33k
Dream Eater
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So I decided that I'd be a copycat and make a braindump/idea thread/yet another place to hang out and be aloof in the Lounge. Can't ever have too many of those, right? *Smirks*
In any case, this particular place...*gestures behind himself to a large two story affair. Brick and mortar construction, oaken accents. It is a faded green that may once have been a bright emerald hue. The building is alone on the street, no other structures remain erected for a block in any direction. The fact that it is so aged and still standing is a marvel in itself.*...is just your run of the mill antique shop. Dusty shelves, brass fixtures, peeling paint on the door's sign. *Picks a few chips off the glass pane that bears the store's name, tossing them in the street before opening the creaky door*
The space is quite a bit larger from the inside than you'd think. Costs a bit extra on the rent, but it's worth it. Little treasures are always popping up in unexpected places. Feel free to take a long look around, but do try not to get lost. Even I don't know all the paths through this place.
*His steps lead him through a few shelved rows, trinkets and larger objects strewn about on them in no particular order. They all have small tags in various colors attached in some fashion. His path takes him back to the front of the store; a large oak counter stained with time and what might be blood or oil holds an ancient cash register, ornate pull-knob and ivory keys making it stand out. He steps behind the counter, sitting on a stool and leaning backward, propping his feet up on the counter. His back rests against a mostly-empty shelf, his arms cross his chest. He smiles in a way that could be humor...but it's ambiguous*
Anything that catches your eye is for sale, price negotiable.
Oh, and try to stay out of the shadows...*points out the sky-lighting and the long spots of darkness they create at the fringes of their floods of brightness amidst the rows and rows of shelves*...even I don't lurk here.
In any case, this particular place...*gestures behind himself to a large two story affair. Brick and mortar construction, oaken accents. It is a faded green that may once have been a bright emerald hue. The building is alone on the street, no other structures remain erected for a block in any direction. The fact that it is so aged and still standing is a marvel in itself.*...is just your run of the mill antique shop. Dusty shelves, brass fixtures, peeling paint on the door's sign. *Picks a few chips off the glass pane that bears the store's name, tossing them in the street before opening the creaky door*
The space is quite a bit larger from the inside than you'd think. Costs a bit extra on the rent, but it's worth it. Little treasures are always popping up in unexpected places. Feel free to take a long look around, but do try not to get lost. Even I don't know all the paths through this place.
*His steps lead him through a few shelved rows, trinkets and larger objects strewn about on them in no particular order. They all have small tags in various colors attached in some fashion. His path takes him back to the front of the store; a large oak counter stained with time and what might be blood or oil holds an ancient cash register, ornate pull-knob and ivory keys making it stand out. He steps behind the counter, sitting on a stool and leaning backward, propping his feet up on the counter. His back rests against a mostly-empty shelf, his arms cross his chest. He smiles in a way that could be humor...but it's ambiguous*
Anything that catches your eye is for sale, price negotiable.
Oh, and try to stay out of the shadows...*points out the sky-lighting and the long spots of darkness they create at the fringes of their floods of brightness amidst the rows and rows of shelves*...even I don't lurk here.