Post by dantesparda on Jul 26, 2008 10:53:16 GMT -5
Dante sat back at his desk inside of his shop. There hadn't been any customers in a few days. After all he'd been through, he was sure that he should be getting at least a few job offers a day. He snorted, reaching out and snagging a piece of pizza from the nearby box on the desk. He took a bite and looked around the place. It was dimly lit, with only sunlight filtering through the windows and lighting the place up.
A couple ceiling fans circled lazily overhead, creaking as they did so. A dusty old jukebox sat in the corner next to a couple of trash cans and a drum set. A faint buzzing was heard from the neon lighting of the sign on top of the place outside. The words "Devil May Cry" were emblazoned in crimson on a neon sign that lit the area. It was usually what caught people's eyes first.
The place had been his home for quite some time now. He closed his eyes and smirked. "Wonder what's goin' on around here these days...if I didn't know any better, I would think somethin's up." He got up, crossing the room and pressing a button on the jukebox. His smirk broadened as a metal song came on. He flopped down on the couch on the side of the room opposite the jukebox, picking up a gun magazine and reading it while he ate the last slice of the pizza.
A couple ceiling fans circled lazily overhead, creaking as they did so. A dusty old jukebox sat in the corner next to a couple of trash cans and a drum set. A faint buzzing was heard from the neon lighting of the sign on top of the place outside. The words "Devil May Cry" were emblazoned in crimson on a neon sign that lit the area. It was usually what caught people's eyes first.
The place had been his home for quite some time now. He closed his eyes and smirked. "Wonder what's goin' on around here these days...if I didn't know any better, I would think somethin's up." He got up, crossing the room and pressing a button on the jukebox. His smirk broadened as a metal song came on. He flopped down on the couch on the side of the room opposite the jukebox, picking up a gun magazine and reading it while he ate the last slice of the pizza.
