Voodoo opts for the door, stepping over what remains of it as he takes in the scene. A few shelves here and there have been thrown onto their side, blocking some of the aisles. Glass cracks under his boot as he steps inside.
"Left my wallet in my civvies. Maybe I'll write a check when this is over."
If the owner's even alive to collect.
A cursory search of his half of the store doesn't reveal much - it would seem the ones to break in here first got their pick of the litter.
"I got some cheap baseball gloves on my end. How about you?"
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Date: 2016-05-03 06:51 am (UTC)"Left my wallet in my civvies. Maybe I'll write a check when this is over."
If the owner's even alive to collect.
A cursory search of his half of the store doesn't reveal much - it would seem the ones to break in here first got their pick of the litter.
"I got some cheap baseball gloves on my end. How about you?"
A beat, then:
"Maybe they got a stockroom in the back."