Thursday, August 19, 2010

Simonic Luca Zindello

"Simonic, could you grab me those Nintendo's?"
"They're xbox's and yeah, I got em'."

Working at his uncles pawn shop wasn't that bad. The constant mess, the inconsistent pay and random tasks made a repetitive workflow impossible for Simonic. He liked that. He never knew what he was going to do when he came to work. Sometimes he had to organize contact info, but in the same day he might fix up an old sewing machine.
The store always attracted interesting characters. The dregs of society crawled in to admire (rarely buy) the silver trinkets kept in the glass display counter. Mobsters were a dime a dozen in, always bringing in old bubble screen TV's and VCR's.
"Must have switched over to DVD." Stefan would always say.
The pawn shop had a "don't ask don't tell" policy.

Working at his uncles pawn shop wasn't too bad, but Simonic didn't want to inherit the family trade. He wanted to be a video journalist.

Simonic feels his heart beating with savage blood lust as he fallows six blacked out "soldiers."
Each "trooper" dressed in common uniform carried a matte black, Metadyne A-5, a ctr 42 Co2 tank and a kingman fasta 230 ball loader.

Simonic and his friend General anderson.
"General" Anderson is a plumber by day but at night he serves his duty as leader of the Citizens Militia of the People or C.M.P. "the C.M.P. Was formed in 1995 to protect the Citizens of this fair city, from corruption and tryany ." "Tonight's mission... homeless eviction..."

To be continued...