Post by Deleted on May 31, 2016 2:23:41 GMT
we must be K I L L E R S
CHILDREN OF THE HOLLOWED ONES
Gage closes the door to his office, the small door bell over head ringing when the top of the door strikes the old fashion bell. Yes it was old fashion, the brass tinted and aged green, the door itself having the white paint chipping from the repetitive clacking of the bell. Turning around he pulls his oily yellow leather gloves from his waist band and puts them on, his lunch break now over as his boss has told him. Him being the boss though he in reality had just decided that it was time to get back to work, his three hour lunch now coming to a close as school was letting out soon and the large pass of time had really just struck him.
Pulling on the rotating chain that lifts the garage door up Gage opens up his two bays, the one closer to the office meant for repairs and maintenance while the second bay, wider and taller, is two floored. Both floors being separated by 6 feet of clearance with a small lift leading to the second floor so that he can get his bikes up there. On the first floor a series of higher end pro-touring and some racing bikes are set up, display style on the off chance that someone wants to get their hands on a high end bike in a small town like Karakura Town.
Over by his work table Gage sweeps handfuls of welding beads off the bench from his earlier project of building a rather large, unwieldy rifle cannon fusion that comes with a spear tip on the end for a close range mix. This is what he does on his free time, building things as business is slow at best and to be frank...boring. For over a year now the business has been sucking up money but Gage has found an outside source of funds to supplement and even finance his endeavors. That however is for another story, Gage properly distracted by his cannon on the work table, nearly five and a half feet long stock to tip.
Pulling on the rotating chain that lifts the garage door up Gage opens up his two bays, the one closer to the office meant for repairs and maintenance while the second bay, wider and taller, is two floored. Both floors being separated by 6 feet of clearance with a small lift leading to the second floor so that he can get his bikes up there. On the first floor a series of higher end pro-touring and some racing bikes are set up, display style on the off chance that someone wants to get their hands on a high end bike in a small town like Karakura Town.
Over by his work table Gage sweeps handfuls of welding beads off the bench from his earlier project of building a rather large, unwieldy rifle cannon fusion that comes with a spear tip on the end for a close range mix. This is what he does on his free time, building things as business is slow at best and to be frank...boring. For over a year now the business has been sucking up money but Gage has found an outside source of funds to supplement and even finance his endeavors. That however is for another story, Gage properly distracted by his cannon on the work table, nearly five and a half feet long stock to tip.
WHERE WE GOT LEFT TO R U N ?
ULLA
