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(pokey oaks, street, afternoon)
ed walks silently in deep thought down the streets of pokey oaks, a small town a short distance away from peach creek. Ed's face is one of doubt, not exactly moping, but you can tell he's not very happy. Ed stops for a second, running a hand through his hair and sighing
ed: 'sigh' I need something to read
ed turns to find that he had conveniently stopped in front of a comic book store. Shrugging, ed walks inside.
(comic store, interior)
the inside of the comic store looked like, well, your typical, run of the mill comic store. The walls were lined with entire rows of the books, with rotating stands dedicated to a specific super hero next to the counter. Behind the counter, the cashier sits with a bored look on his face, as the store is currently devoid of customers. His face shoots up when he hears the door open and sees ed walking in.
cashier: ed! Welcome
ed smiles in greeting at the cashier
ed: hey, trevor
ed walks up to the desk after browsing through the shelves for a few minutes, coming up short
ed: say, you got anything old?
trevor chuckles in response
trevor: bud, this is a comic store, old is our specialty. What'll it be?
ed: ah, something OLD old, something very few people know about
trevor puts a finger to his chin in thought before snapping in conclusion
trevor: lemme think....I got just what you're looking for, follow me.
trevor walks to a door leading to the storage room, motioning for ed to follow him. The storage room was like a library of dust and old comics stuffed in boxes. Trevor walked to the very back of the room and pulled out a box from the top shelf. After blowing it off, he sifted through the contents until he pulled out a VERY old looking comic with a hand drawn picture of a man in classic archeological gear.
trevor: this should sate ya. Its called "cave hopping chis"
trevor hands the book to ed, who takes it in skepticism
ed: it doesnt even have a brand
trevor: because it was never licensed or published. This old archeologist guy wrote this comic as an exaggeration of his own research. Apparently he was looking for this ancient artifact known as "the orion's hammer" and based this comic on those legends
ed: and you know this how?
trevor opens the comic to the first page, revealing a small biography, to which ed nods
ed: I see your point. But if it was never published, how did you get it?
trevor: I won it at an auction a while back and I guess I just forgot about it. Now then, I'll sell it to you for...lets say, ten taros
ed pulls out his wallet and hands trevor ten gold colored coins
ed: deal. Pleasure doing business with you
trevor: you're welcome here anytime
ed leaves the store just as it begins to snow. Ed looks down at the comic in his hands
ed: well, this should be an interesting read
and with that, ed heads off for home
ed walks silently in deep thought down the streets of pokey oaks, a small town a short distance away from peach creek. Ed's face is one of doubt, not exactly moping, but you can tell he's not very happy. Ed stops for a second, running a hand through his hair and sighing
ed: 'sigh' I need something to read
ed turns to find that he had conveniently stopped in front of a comic book store. Shrugging, ed walks inside.
(comic store, interior)
the inside of the comic store looked like, well, your typical, run of the mill comic store. The walls were lined with entire rows of the books, with rotating stands dedicated to a specific super hero next to the counter. Behind the counter, the cashier sits with a bored look on his face, as the store is currently devoid of customers. His face shoots up when he hears the door open and sees ed walking in.
cashier: ed! Welcome
ed smiles in greeting at the cashier
ed: hey, trevor
ed walks up to the desk after browsing through the shelves for a few minutes, coming up short
ed: say, you got anything old?
trevor chuckles in response
trevor: bud, this is a comic store, old is our specialty. What'll it be?
ed: ah, something OLD old, something very few people know about
trevor puts a finger to his chin in thought before snapping in conclusion
trevor: lemme think....I got just what you're looking for, follow me.
trevor walks to a door leading to the storage room, motioning for ed to follow him. The storage room was like a library of dust and old comics stuffed in boxes. Trevor walked to the very back of the room and pulled out a box from the top shelf. After blowing it off, he sifted through the contents until he pulled out a VERY old looking comic with a hand drawn picture of a man in classic archeological gear.
trevor: this should sate ya. Its called "cave hopping chis"
trevor hands the book to ed, who takes it in skepticism
ed: it doesnt even have a brand
trevor: because it was never licensed or published. This old archeologist guy wrote this comic as an exaggeration of his own research. Apparently he was looking for this ancient artifact known as "the orion's hammer" and based this comic on those legends
ed: and you know this how?
trevor opens the comic to the first page, revealing a small biography, to which ed nods
ed: I see your point. But if it was never published, how did you get it?
trevor: I won it at an auction a while back and I guess I just forgot about it. Now then, I'll sell it to you for...lets say, ten taros
ed pulls out his wallet and hands trevor ten gold colored coins
ed: deal. Pleasure doing business with you
trevor: you're welcome here anytime
ed leaves the store just as it begins to snow. Ed looks down at the comic in his hands
ed: well, this should be an interesting read
and with that, ed heads off for home
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It was dragged back down my throat,
Dissolving into the acid of my belly,
Never to be heard,
But by the ears of my screeching mind.
They could tell that they had gone over the line.
A simple question had been asked,
Then silence clung to the awkward room.
She realized her mistake
Concerned when signs of anguish showed in the flash of eyes
Quickly looking away,
My jaws clenching.
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