Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

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"I went to the nearby market to buy some bread." I eat some of the bread. "Don't know where the fish came from."

I walk out of Paddys bread, cracking my neck.
"Alright guize less do dis"
I put a candy cigarette in my mouth and set it on fire.
"wait, where are we?"

In front of a store room.

The door is in there.

You are out here.

I go in there.

You successfully go in there.

"Hello, Sir. How may I help you today?"

"Yes, I was wondering if I could use a storage unit."

"Of course. Is this your first time visiting us?"

"Yes it is."

"Excellent. We have four economy units available for sixty-nine, ninety-nine a month. All we need is payment and signature."

The clerk's dorky little glasses slip down. He pushes them back up and reaches for a contract, sliding it toward you.

I hand a bundle of money to Trilby to cover costs. "Store that crate out there Tril." I stuff the other fighters and myself into the crate.

I hand over the cash and sign the contract as 'Sage Porter'.
"There you go." I smile.

"Did you put air holes in this crate?"

"One or two."

"Well, that's just crate, isn't it." I say.

"Well this was *gasp* a great fucking idea wasn't it."

I find a convenient way to transport heavy goods to and from storage units, and drag the crate onto it.
"Wait, why are you guys inside the crate?"

"We're going to break out and get the door once closing time comes around, dumbass."

I take another deep gasp of air.

"Drill like twelve more airholes while you're at it."

TrilbyWill:
I hand over the cash and sign the contract as 'Sage Porter'.
"There you go." I smile.

The clerk glances over the signature and files it.

"Alright. Unit 1146 is available. Down the hall on your-"

He glances up. You have already left.

"First time my ass."

I punch a fist-sized hole in the crate.
"Happy?"
I continue moving the crate towards the storage unit Sage said the door was in.

You do not seem to recall the storage number. What was it again?

I open my palm to check the note scribbled there in chalk.
Yep. Still clear as day.

RaNDM G:
unit 2317

Hmph. You're still in the hundreds. It will take a short while before you reach your destination.

A SHORT WHILE LATER...

You reach your destination.

There's a padlock on the door. Pretty simple. You could kick it off if you don't mind the noise.

I pop out of the crate and use my lock picks on the padlock.

I lean over and whisper in Paddys ear.
"Yo. Is this Trilby's quest or something?"

I prepare my revolver. "If it is then I'm shooting him in the face. My quest has been due for too long."

"Air..." I wheeze.

"The crate is open."

"Oh. Well I meant uh...Heir."

"Course you did." I step inside the storage unit.

"Yes, Salt?"

I walk behind Paddy.

"As in Equius. He's uh like...my fourth favorite character."

"Uh huh." I fumble for a light switch.

"Because like...I see myself in him, y'know?"

"I bet you do." I find one.

"Sure you do Salt. You and your noodle arms."

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