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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:56 pm
A little butcher shop owned by the off island business monger couple, Joe and Mary Smith. Having heard that there was an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere in development, they rushed there and bought a bunch of building and opened various shops that were missing on the island. This is only one of them! Of course, they'll be more then willing to sell it back to anyone with a right prize.... and if whoever decided that they changed their mind and leave the island (or, most likely, die in a horrible death), they'll be more than happy to rebuy it for half the price! This is how they make their money. Until someone take over the ownership of this shop, they'll be happy to run it from the mainland, almost never coming on the island to see how it's going. The employees, NPC or not, are then free to work like always and customers to use their services.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 3:09 pm
 ..Ah.. It had been a long time since the man left his home, hadn't it? Benedikt glanced around the outside of the generic looking butcher shop, staring through the glass at the rather unattractive slabs of meat on display. It was easy to say why not too many people had come in to such a place – most could get some pretty, packaged meats down at the general store without having to deal with such a morbid looking place. Benedikt didn't mind it much himself, but he knew some would rather avoid anywhere that employed people apt at using large knives – especially when a majority of the islanders had been here long enough to see the Masquerade, something Benedikt had only read about before in the papers. Maybe that was why he didn't have a problem coming inside? Though, that wasn't the question at all in this situation, was it? No, the question was why he was even there at all!
Well, to anyone who knew Benedikt at all, they would know that the man had an issue with his roommate – Benedacon. The pig. Kevin gave the blasted animal so much attention as if it was anything but some stupid, prissy pig! Waste of money and space, if anyone asked Benedikt. He had been harassing Kevin for years to get rid of the thing and perhaps use it for a nice barbeque, but the man hadn't budged – oh, but Benedikt had his ways. He would get Kevin to admit that everything would be better if they ate the animal and saved themselves maybe a week of groceries – he just needed to be prepared for when that day came! Which was why he was at the butchers! Someone here was likely to give him some advice on how to properly cut up a pig and maybe give him a few more points as to why Kevin shouldn't own a pet pig period. So, the brunette entered the store and took a slow look around, feeling the temperature drop considerably from what it was outside, much to his relief.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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