Post by DEVON RODRIGUEZ on Jul 16, 2014 11:58:24 GMT -6
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Chinatown, one of the few places to get anything imported without a paying a small fortune. Sadly for Devon, the place required a lot of hitting the pavement to try and find a place that actually sold a few things at a reasonable price. The problem with getting foreign things was that it either happened to be a bootleg or shops wanted to jack up the price to obscene amounts just to make a profit. The big places deeper in Manhattan were always proof of that. The last time he tried a place around 32nd street and they applied a crazy amount of tax for a few card packs. Thankfully for Devon, he left with all of his money intact.
Today, he was searching for a small mom and pop shop that sold the occasional rider memorabilia. Most people were into comics at the school, and that was understandable. But the idea of a masked rider that actually helped people, super powers or otherwise without any idea of who their knight in shining armor was without it being terribly flashy seemed to be right up the dragon shfiter’s alley. It helped that with well over a dozen series, a few seemed to set completely right with him to the point one could call him slightly obsessed considering the merchandise he bought. He couldn’t help it! Their companies had a heck of a way to advertise stuff even if he wasn’t the target audience. Plus the spandex and incredibly attractive butts went hand in hand with him.
With his green hood over his head, he locked and unlocked the fruit designed lock in his hand. This was the only merch he usually brought with him since it was slightly inconspicuous at best and one of the few things he actually brought with him outside since some of the larger stuff like belts and the like were too easy to spot and looked really tacky. Ignoring that, the idea of a hoodie of his favorite rider designs was incredibly tempting to order…
“Oh, yeah, where was the place again…Place is too crowded for me to remember.” He grumbled as Devon navigated his way toward the end of the block. The only problem with Chinatown was the fact that this specific neighborhood was much more crowded than even the more popular places in Manhattan since there was a large amount of eastern people that emigrated into the country, either alone or with several children.
The chance of someone from school finding him here was incredibly slim, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
Opening and closing the melon designed lock seed, Devon continued, pushing up his glasses.
Today, he was searching for a small mom and pop shop that sold the occasional rider memorabilia. Most people were into comics at the school, and that was understandable. But the idea of a masked rider that actually helped people, super powers or otherwise without any idea of who their knight in shining armor was without it being terribly flashy seemed to be right up the dragon shfiter’s alley. It helped that with well over a dozen series, a few seemed to set completely right with him to the point one could call him slightly obsessed considering the merchandise he bought. He couldn’t help it! Their companies had a heck of a way to advertise stuff even if he wasn’t the target audience. Plus the spandex and incredibly attractive butts went hand in hand with him.
With his green hood over his head, he locked and unlocked the fruit designed lock in his hand. This was the only merch he usually brought with him since it was slightly inconspicuous at best and one of the few things he actually brought with him outside since some of the larger stuff like belts and the like were too easy to spot and looked really tacky. Ignoring that, the idea of a hoodie of his favorite rider designs was incredibly tempting to order…
“Oh, yeah, where was the place again…Place is too crowded for me to remember.” He grumbled as Devon navigated his way toward the end of the block. The only problem with Chinatown was the fact that this specific neighborhood was much more crowded than even the more popular places in Manhattan since there was a large amount of eastern people that emigrated into the country, either alone or with several children.
The chance of someone from school finding him here was incredibly slim, but he didn’t want to take any chances.
Opening and closing the melon designed lock seed, Devon continued, pushing up his glasses.
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