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Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 2, 2013 20:38:40 GMT -6
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Sept 25, 2020 20:57:59 GMT -6
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It was a nice and quiet day, overall, and Ty found it necessary to spend such a day delving into urban exploration. Seeing what he could see, scouring the city and all that. Climbing up the side of one building, scaling rooftops, then scaling down the other side of another building. When he reached the street below, the ginger's icy blue eyes were taken by the sight of an old thrift shop, one he'd never seen before, nor had he dared to venture into. But today...he found himself walking to the front and pushing open the door.
The obnoxious jingling of the bells tied to the glass door made him jump at first, and for a second he second-guessed his decision to come in here. But nonetheless, he greeted the elderly cashier with a smile and a nod as he scanned the store. Old stained clothes, the rare very nice shirt or jacket with the tag still on it, stone-washed jeans...Well, while he was here, he figured he may as well stock up on bargain clothes, right?
"Hmm...gloves...let's see...they'd be over...there," he mumbled to himself, looking across the mid-sized yet semi cluttered shop before making his way to a basket labled "Gloves: .50 each or .75 a pair."
Huh...apparently they didn't match them and you had to find the pair yourself. But nonetheless...
On his way there, however, the young man was stricken by something, and caught himself staring at an object on a shelf of porcelain figurines. It was a porcelain model of Noah's Ark, it seemed, with little animals peeking out of some of the windows. Normal as it seemed, Ty couldn't shake this immense feeling of deja vu.
Curious, he slipped off one of his green fingerless gloves, and touched his palm to the smooth surface.
What he saw was mostly old information. He relived some of his childhood memories, from the point of view of this ark...He realized it was his aunt's. The one that was mysteriously murdered the day he had his first escape from the cops...a day he never forgot...now burned into his brain. Only this time...he saw his aunt's killer's face.
CRASH!
The ark fell out of his hand, crashing to the floor and stirring the old lady from her sleep. But before she could react, a pile of clothes lay on the floor amidst the shattered figurine, and the only remains of the ginger in the building was the jingle-jangling of that swinging glass door...
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