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 Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:57 pm
Scott had situated the blankets within the back seat after pulling up the front seats as far as he could with the hope of still sitting inside and driving comfortably. He'd folded them, flattened them to satisfaction; then with a heave he had turned to walk away. It hadn't taken long before he was at the side of the projector, his own hands carefully situated in a place to keep it safe. He'd already set the canister on the front passenger seat.
"Ready, ready." He'd chimed, licking the corner of his lip as he shifted his arms back, hoisting the mass object up as much as he could so that they could shift it along a little at a time towards the car. It was heavier than it looked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:11 pm
After some adjusting and moving and a couple of close calls the pair got the projector safely secured inside the car. Switch took her time to put blankets over top of the ancient thing, and made use of whatever seat belt that seemed safe enough to use to secure it.
"There, she's all safe and sound for transport." Switch said absently, clapping the dust from her hands. She didn't know how right she was about the gender; she was merely giving the object a sex like it was common to do for ships, cars and in some cases, prized possessions.
"If you need anything else Mr. Tole, I'm almost always here, but if not feel free to contact me with questions." For a moment she stepped back to the shop, only reaching into the doorway to pull a business card from a stack on a nearby ledge. "Here you are, have a safe trip." Switch said sweetly, offering him a Business card that read "Balcombe Curiousities" followed by "Switch Gear" and her cell and business number.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 10:22 pm
The business card had been held within Scott's fingers. He wove it through, looking at it with scrutinizing eyes before setting it into his pocket for containment. Whether or not he would ever see it again, he couldn't say, but it was surely secure within his suit's jacket.
The door to the back seat had been shut, Scott extending his hand once more to Switch. "I thank you again, Switch. Keep up that marketing campaign - it's a gem, and I think you'll get good business that way if you figure out how to do it inexpensively or time it right. Maybe try the internet, eh?" A rush of air fell from his nose in the form of a snort.
With such and exchange, he'd held his hand up and was gone - never the wiser of what awaited him.
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