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jewelry, necklaces, earrings and tattoos. And the shirts…God…I’d probably
have to settle for something really cheap. But I didn’t care. I had to get this
funky black bag off of my chest. Otherwise my date would probably freak out and
run away.
After
stopping at an open food court and enjoying some grub paid for by Mr. FreeCut,
we walked past a tattoo shop with a long line in front. A sign read: 'Large
tattoos: 150 Carns. Glow in the dark tattoos: 300 Carns. 3-D tattoos: 450
Carns' . Damn. I really was broke.
“I’m
rather surprised that you haven’t gotten anything yet, Janice,” Mr. FreeCut
said. “You have a hundred and twenty Carns to spend. I know that doesn't make
you rich, but you could afford a cheap ring or necklace.”
“Actually,”
I told him, “I’m interested in getting a shirt. Where is that shop you talked
about?”
I
followed him a few more steps until we came to Vampire Supermarket. In front of
this large, box-like store, a fountain similar to the one at DeathCourt gushed
out a never-ending flow of green liquid. Clothes of all kinds were on display
behind the supermarket's tinted windows. A 'Help Wanted' sign hung on
the front door.
“I’m
sure you’ll find something in here,” Mr. FreeCut said.
The
inside of the store certainly was impressive. Monumental shelves of clothes
stretched out in every direction, including high above my head. So high in
fact, I couldn’t even see where they ended. I started checking out the ladies' department.
Dim red lights illuminated the endless variety of clothes on show - tight,
fancy black dresses with images of dragons on them at 200 Carns, green
glow-in-the-dark slip over sweaters at 250 Carns, and chic blood-red tank tops
with jewelry littered all over them at 400 Carns – all of these caught my
eye but were way out of my price league.
Feeling
like I was walking through a canyon between the towering shelves, I moved on to
the less expensive stuff. Rose-colored hip hugging jeans with eccentric though
stylish designs priced at 120 Carns. Nice. But I could still only look.
Moving
further on, the clothes continued to get cheaper. Eventually I came to a plain
old black, button down shirt with an imprint of a small jade skull on the front
going for 15 Carns.
I
picked it up. It may have not been much to look at, but it was a hell of a lot
better than what I had on now.
Realizing
that I now only had 5 Carns to my name, which was just enough to get me to my
destination tonight, I got more excited about my date. I almost wanted to tell
Mr. FreeCut about everything I’d done behind his back, but eventually decided
not to. He’d probably drink my blood and eat me for dinner.
On
the way back to the car we passed by DeathNail Club and Spirits. I made a
careful note of its location, at
the same time remembering that I still hadn't yet figured out a plan for how to
get away that night. I looked nervously at my watch. Time was running out.
“You
look like you have something on your mind, Janice,” he remarked.
All
I had to do was tell him the truth! But I couldn’t do it. So I just told him I
was fine and not to worry.
Arriving
home only made me more anxious. What the hell was I going to do? Run away?
“I
have something to give you,” Mr. FreeCut said. “It means so much to me, because you mean so much to me.”
He
handed me a plain black necklace. “It belonged to my mother. I hope you like
it.”
I
put the necklace on and peered into a mirror. I actually liked the way it
looked, even though it was very plain. It looked especially good against my
pale skin.
As
day turned into night and the massive Garlic Moon shone behind the glowing
leaves of the front yard tree, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell him,
because I was not going to pass this gorgeous guy up. No way!
I
heard Mr. FreeCut talking on a phone in a frustrated voice. Moments later he
came up to me looking upset.
“I
was looking forward to spending a nice evening with
have to settle for something really cheap. But I didn’t care. I had to get this
funky black bag off of my chest. Otherwise my date would probably freak out and
run away.
After
stopping at an open food court and enjoying some grub paid for by Mr. FreeCut,
we walked past a tattoo shop with a long line in front. A sign read: 'Large
tattoos: 150 Carns. Glow in the dark tattoos: 300 Carns. 3-D tattoos: 450
Carns' . Damn. I really was broke.
“I’m
rather surprised that you haven’t gotten anything yet, Janice,” Mr. FreeCut
said. “You have a hundred and twenty Carns to spend. I know that doesn't make
you rich, but you could afford a cheap ring or necklace.”
“Actually,”
I told him, “I’m interested in getting a shirt. Where is that shop you talked
about?”
I
followed him a few more steps until we came to Vampire Supermarket. In front of
this large, box-like store, a fountain similar to the one at DeathCourt gushed
out a never-ending flow of green liquid. Clothes of all kinds were on display
behind the supermarket's tinted windows. A 'Help Wanted' sign hung on
the front door.
“I’m
sure you’ll find something in here,” Mr. FreeCut said.
The
inside of the store certainly was impressive. Monumental shelves of clothes
stretched out in every direction, including high above my head. So high in
fact, I couldn’t even see where they ended. I started checking out the ladies' department.
Dim red lights illuminated the endless variety of clothes on show - tight,
fancy black dresses with images of dragons on them at 200 Carns, green
glow-in-the-dark slip over sweaters at 250 Carns, and chic blood-red tank tops
with jewelry littered all over them at 400 Carns – all of these caught my
eye but were way out of my price league.
Feeling
like I was walking through a canyon between the towering shelves, I moved on to
the less expensive stuff. Rose-colored hip hugging jeans with eccentric though
stylish designs priced at 120 Carns. Nice. But I could still only look.
Moving
further on, the clothes continued to get cheaper. Eventually I came to a plain
old black, button down shirt with an imprint of a small jade skull on the front
going for 15 Carns.
I
picked it up. It may have not been much to look at, but it was a hell of a lot
better than what I had on now.
Realizing
that I now only had 5 Carns to my name, which was just enough to get me to my
destination tonight, I got more excited about my date. I almost wanted to tell
Mr. FreeCut about everything I’d done behind his back, but eventually decided
not to. He’d probably drink my blood and eat me for dinner.
On
the way back to the car we passed by DeathNail Club and Spirits. I made a
careful note of its location, at
the same time remembering that I still hadn't yet figured out a plan for how to
get away that night. I looked nervously at my watch. Time was running out.
“You
look like you have something on your mind, Janice,” he remarked.
All
I had to do was tell him the truth! But I couldn’t do it. So I just told him I
was fine and not to worry.
Arriving
home only made me more anxious. What the hell was I going to do? Run away?
“I
have something to give you,” Mr. FreeCut said. “It means so much to me, because you mean so much to me.”
He
handed me a plain black necklace. “It belonged to my mother. I hope you like
it.”
I
put the necklace on and peered into a mirror. I actually liked the way it
looked, even though it was very plain. It looked especially good against my
pale skin.
As
day turned into night and the massive Garlic Moon shone behind the glowing
leaves of the front yard tree, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to tell him,
because I was not going to pass this gorgeous guy up. No way!
I
heard Mr. FreeCut talking on a phone in a frustrated voice. Moments later he
came up to me looking upset.
“I
was looking forward to spending a nice evening with
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