Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
12-01-2009, 09:53 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by OddGuy.
It was a rather average day for Bartleby. Customers came and went, of course, and he managed to sell a few coats. However, it seemed there was a bit of a disruption. A fairly raggedy looking teen was the store, which was odd, as Bartleby couldn't remember seeing him enter the store. Nevertheless, he was a potential troublemaker, so Bartleby approached him and politely asked what he was looking for this day.
"Well, as you can see, a new set of clothes would be nice. Could you direct me towards the suits and other such wear?," he asked, Bartleby not completely sure the teen was being serious.
"Well, if you'll follow me, I'd be more than happy to assist you," Bartleby said, a false smile painted on him face as he guided the teen towards the suits and dress shirts. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?," he asked.
The teen ignored Bartleby, and went straight to the darker jackets, picking out a black jacket and black tie, with matching pants and shoes. After he had all of the items in his arms, he immediately went into the changing room, locking the door behind him. After a few minutes, Bartleby began to wonder what was taking so long.
"Excuse me, sir? Do you need some assistance?," Bartleby asked, half-sarcastic. A voice inside admitted that it could, in fact, use some help, and unlocked the door. Bartleby then entered to assist.
About five minutes afterward, the demon was exiting the department store wearing his new suit, an oddly shaped golden pin shining on his lapel. Although in the dressing room, there was now a crimson stain that would probably never quite wash out, he had managed to avoid getting his suit stained. The demon smiled, two rows of sharp, shark-like teeth, and continued to smile as he walked down the street.
It was a rather average day for Bartleby. Customers came and went, of course, and he managed to sell a few coats. However, it seemed there was a bit of a disruption. A fairly raggedy looking teen was the store, which was odd, as Bartleby couldn't remember seeing him enter the store. Nevertheless, he was a potential troublemaker, so Bartleby approached him and politely asked what he was looking for this day.
"Well, as you can see, a new set of clothes would be nice. Could you direct me towards the suits and other such wear?," he asked, Bartleby not completely sure the teen was being serious.
"Well, if you'll follow me, I'd be more than happy to assist you," Bartleby said, a false smile painted on him face as he guided the teen towards the suits and dress shirts. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for?," he asked.
The teen ignored Bartleby, and went straight to the darker jackets, picking out a black jacket and black tie, with matching pants and shoes. After he had all of the items in his arms, he immediately went into the changing room, locking the door behind him. After a few minutes, Bartleby began to wonder what was taking so long.
"Excuse me, sir? Do you need some assistance?," Bartleby asked, half-sarcastic. A voice inside admitted that it could, in fact, use some help, and unlocked the door. Bartleby then entered to assist.
About five minutes afterward, the demon was exiting the department store wearing his new suit, an oddly shaped golden pin shining on his lapel. Although in the dressing room, there was now a crimson stain that would probably never quite wash out, he had managed to avoid getting his suit stained. The demon smiled, two rows of sharp, shark-like teeth, and continued to smile as he walked down the street.