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 Posted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:59 pm
The Stop&P was once a branch of A&P before being bought out by Stop&Shop. The owners figured it was quite witty when they decided not to replace the "P" with "Shop". Due to that fact, most citizens of Delmor don't even realize that there is a local Stop&Shop. Unlike most other Stop&Shops, this one is very small. It lacks most of the departments that one might expect from such a place; a bank, Dunkin' Donuts, post office, etc. The only things you'll be lucky enough to find in this place are food and all the cigarettes you can buy, even if you look like Baby Herman.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:34 am
 With the sweet ecstasy known as pudding on the forefront of his thoughts Shayne made his way to the automated sliding doors of the Stop&P. Too bemused with the musings of a majestic mousse to take in the scene taking place right before him, Shayne walked up to the entryway, hearing the mechanisms in the door signaling its opening, he continued through the gateway. One foot inside, cool air rushing out from air conditioners left on all day- BANG! -the sound of a gunshot reverberating through the streets for all to hear, the tile near his shoe shattered. Wait, what? The blast shook Shayne from the stupor, spinning back outside on his heel, he managed to catch a glimpse of what was going on. There were, visible, three goons with guns and two cowering clerks. Wasting no time, the young custard crusader sprinted towards the nearest alleyway, it was time for the Spoon to make his spectacular Delmor debut.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 11:24 am
 As Shayne began to change into his costume, a pair of black wrap pants and he realized that he had forgotten one of the most important parts of being a masked crime fighter; the mask. What he did have were a pair of his black wrap pants and a sleeveless shirt usually worn during workouts. Way to go, Spoony. After exhaling a particularly exasperated sigh, he proceeded examined  what he did have. The only things in his backpack were those that were inserted during the expedited retreat from home.
The only things in here that might even be slightly useful are my wrist wraps... Rolling his shoulders in a slight shrug, Shayne pulled the fabric from its roll. Wrapping it about his head, not quite as tight as it would be around his wrists, the now masked Spoon continued into the alley. My best bet is the back entrance. That trigger happy hooligan at the front is not the person I want to see me first, even if he is a bad shot. Moments later, Shayne made his way through the back of the store, dodging boxes and crates of the various products sold by the Stop&P lain precariously across the floor. Playing back every detail of what had been seen inside; there were at least four people inside. Three of them with guns and one hostage, the clerk. Two of the goons had cheaply made revolvers and were dressed like your  average street thug; wanna-be 'gangsta' clothing and bad haircuts, those would be easy enough to deal with. The third was older, about as old as Shayne's dad, looking far more experienced than the others and was a snazzy dresser to boot. The swankily styled, silk clad criminal was cradling what had looked like a sub-machine gun in the grips of one arm and a large barreled weapon, most likely a shotgun, in the other. Shayne would need to quickly deal with the weapons. A well placed spoon should be more than enough for the first two.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 2:15 pm
Shayne readied himself, I must be insane. But, if I don't stop them someone is going to get hurt. Spoons held at the ready in each hand as he took a deep breath. Now or never. His heart raced and lungs burned. The lad recreated the mental image of the inside layout, the two goons were closest to the door and were first on the list to disarm. He could only hope the third was not as experienced as he appeared. The Spoon burst through the 'Employees Only' door at the opposite end of the convenience store as time slowed to a nearly unbearable pace. Springing forward, there was a great deal of satisfaction at the genuine shock radiating from everyone in the establishment. Shayne skillfully flicked his wrists, pitching the stainless spoons towards the hands of Spike and Hawk, as he had mentally dubbed the two. "The hell?" At first there was no reaction, the spoons had struck home but there wasn't a sign that anything had happened except them bouncing off. The delay ended as both guns dropped and clattered to the floor harmlessly. After the initial shock wore off, the two would be criminals were less than amused with Shayne's antics. Despite being armed with nothing more than dull wit and brainless brawn, they rushed him. Spike threw his arm forward in a punch to Shayne's face, only to have the appendage grabbed and twisted to his back. Shayne then brought Spike to his knees and shoved him face forward to the floor. Hawk, seeing his companion on the ground, ran to the masked crusader, only to have Shayne use the recovering Spike as a vault to leap and introduce his knee to Hawk's face. "My thugs have to seem to run out spice." Cuban Pete mused, taking little action as his minions flailed more helplessly than B-movie ninjas, until now. He raised the smaller gun slightly and pulled the trigger, the burst aimed in Shayne's general direction. Two of the bullets whizzed past his head harmlessly. The third, however, struck the very point of Shayne's cranium at an odd angle and ricocheted off, inflicting possibly the most painful sensation thus far in his short teenage life and rendering him unconscious. Pete couldn't help but smirk a bit as the boy fell to the floor. "No appearance? What a waste." He turned to the bumbling goons and barked orders to dispose of the body, then made his way out of the Stop&P, tipping his hat politely to the horrified young cashier as the bell in the back store signaled his leave.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:48 pm
Profile Abigail leaned over the counter as the trio's leader left the store, started up a car outside, and took off, leaving his goons behind to fend for themselves. The two robbers didn't seem to notice, or didn't seem to care if they did, as they were occupied with bickering over who got to grab the fallen Samaritan's feet and who got to grab his head to carry him. Neither seemed to acknowledge her existence, not that Abby minded. It just gave her the chance to make an escape and then run for the hills, or the closest police officer. While they were busy figuring out the logistics of the body dump, Abby sneaked past the goons and made her way to the Employees Only area, which would lead her to safety. The door closed quietly behind her and Abby felt a wave a of relief wash over her, only to be replaced by guilt a second later. That poor guy was in there. Even if he was dead, he had died trying to keep the store from being robbed, or so she hoped. "And I'm about to leave him here to get carried off and dumped in the ocean? Yeah... that's such a grateful gesture." She quietly scolded herself under her breath. Abby's conscience was not going to let her leave. She would feel far too guilty if she didn't at least try to help the person who tried to help her, even if he was... dead. Abigail searched about the back of the store, looking for something that could be at least mildly threatening to gun toting criminals. Against a wall was the fire emergency kit, complete with a hose, an axe, and a fire extinguisher and the words IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS written across the glass front of the case. "Um... I guess this is an emergency." As gently as one can possibly be when breaking glass, Abby broke open the case and grabbed the most threatening object, the axe. Hopefully just the threat of someone actually fighting back would be enough to get the remaining robbers to leave. She tried to make her entry back into the store front as quiet as possible, so maybe she would be able to catch them by surprise. It wasn't as hard to surprise them as she had thought it would be, since they were trying to balance the man's weight between them. "Hey!" Their heads snapped up and the goons laid the body back on the floor, turning towards the cashier that dared to do something other than run away. "I think it's time for you to go... without him." Abby motioned towards the body for emphasis and tightened her grip on the axe, trying to act far more brave than she felt. When the goons raised their guns to her, her legs turned to jelly. Still, Abby stood her ground. "Go on. Get out of here." In silent protest, though a gunshot isn't exactly what one would call silent, both shot at her, causing her to flinch and duck out of habit. One of the bullets hit the blade of the axe and ricocheted back at the duo, hitting the spiky haired thug in the leg, while the other bullet whizzed by and into one of the drink coolers. While the injured thug cussed and rolled around on the floor, Abby regained her posture and smirked. "Ha, is that all you've got?" Her mouth alone was going to get her killed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:47 pm
Shayne's head met with the hard, tiled floor of the Stop&P with the same gentle and loving care that a mother grizzly might have with someone that threatened her cubs. That is to say, he was shaken into consciousness by the blow. I feel like I got punched by a gorilla. "Ugh," the groan escaped his lips. Glazed eyes fluttered open to a rather blurry view of the very white ceiling. He could feel a small pool of what was either blood or a very runny pudding beneath his head and in most of his hair. It took a few seconds for the world around Shayne to stop rotating in every odd angle one could imagine. Once he was able to form a sensible conclusion as to what has happened, the injured youth sat up in time to see the most unlucky of missile mishaps. Spike's injury caused him to flail about holding his leg, releasing several swears and curses. Rising from what the others in the room may have considered his resting place, the Spoon ignored the splitting pain emanating from the wound upon his cranium and stepped lightly towards the would be thief. Hawk had returned the sights of his gun at the incredibly courageous cashier. "Hey," said a voice behind Hawk. Landing on the shoulder of the bumbling peon was a finger wrapped in bloody tape. Taken aback at the sight, he jumped slightly. Shayne took advantage of the moment of increased weakness and reached out grabbing the arm of the shocked sod. The teen jerked it to side before gripping the man's wrist and thrusting his other hand into the criminal's elbow. A sickening cracking sound and several more curses resounded throughout the convenience store. Shayne kicked the falling revolver as it was headed towards the ground, it landed in the chip rack. At the same time, aside from regretting his decision to kick a steel gun, the teen thrust his knee into Hawk's stomach, sending him sprawling; cutting short his rant as well. Turning his head towards the girl, Shayne spoke, "Got anything to tie them up with?" He waved his hands towards the bruised and battered men on the floor.
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