K2's eyes widen. His fingers trembling slightly beneath the crude fabric.
The worker turns around to face K2. His serious face turning to bright once again. The worker hands K2 the gun, It's metal skin steaming with longevity and poison.
Worker-synopsis-Clanten: Don't worry though. Who knows you might just be one of the candidates to succeed the PRA-Exams... I guess.
The worker shrugs, his lip curling playfully. And eyes blinking with uncertainty. A disco of changing personas is what he mirrored.
K2 caresses the gun, Feeling both excited and Scared.
"Is this gun worth it."
K2 looks into the eyes of the worker. His breathing in time to the lungs of the shop that puff out cold air.
Worker-synopsis-Clanten: Hehehe, I suppose you will just have to Test it out yourself.
The worker signals K2 to follow his route. The worker passes other familiar customers along with K2, whistling to his favorite tune, the arsenal shop plays. The other customers speak in Varying conversations.
"Wow! look at this blade."
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"So Have u decided anything sir"
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"I just want to breath without a mask for this time"
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K2's face shifts to a paint of confusion. His mind racing with thoughts of where the worker is taking him, as they pass a mouth of portraits that breath faintly. and roof lights that dance with lenses.
"Where are we going actually?"
The worker Looks behind his shoulder at K2. As they walk within soft looms of synthetic twilight Inthe halls, that scream with graffiti And echoing gang adversity.
Worker-synopsis-clanten: To where you are gonna test your weapon of course. Heh! You see, each and every customer in this Arsenal shop has a right to test their purchases. It's one of our rules. Don't buy too much into it.
The worker looks forward from K2's view. K2 watches his back as The information syncs into his mind. His feet dressed with Leather footwear, Kick fragments of squashed cans and Wet spray paint containers.
A man with no shirt and only thick trousers Having a tiger tattoo on his Abdomin Walks passing K2 and The worker. The worker smiles and nods at The man with tattoos as they greet each other.
Worker-synopses-Clanten: hey Ace! I see you are eating peanut butter straight from that jar again Huh.
They perform a high-five that echoes inthe gapy hallway, with stones that are frightened from burned cigarettes, and lingering scents of soap.
Worker-Ace: Peanut butter Is the best meal!Hahaha! See yah later clanton!
The worker chuckles with friendly Initiation. A casual display of how colleagues behave to one another inthe Arsenal shop.
Worker-synopses-Clanten: That right there, Is my only best friend. Loves woman, but never gets any. He is loud. But he's my siren. My loud friend.
The worker-Synopsis-Clanten sighs with a vulnerable breath. Intimate words Spilling out like water.
"Oh Is that so? Well At least you have a friend. Because I never had any."
What was once a minute of commercial talk became casual to Personal. K2 and the worker Speak of friendship and a witherement of Floating nostalgia.
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: Well don't worry much about it. Having a friend didn't come easy for me, before we were enemies. Not the playfully kind of enemies but more of brawls and Conflict. All inthe name of who gets woman. I gave up, throwed my pride inthe dusty ponds. I grew up as an orphan, so Love or a fraction of Intimacy is what I wanted and desired the most. And as for Ace, well he served his time in underground prison. Maybe that's what changed him, but I am not sure really...
A woman walking with heels and tank top with rough red-jeans, greets with a Widely grin.
Worker-Amy: Hey Clanten!
Amy says with a charming yet sultry voice.
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: Amyyyy!
K2 is envious yet impressed Of how These workers are so comfortable with each other. K2 Breathes with both jealousy and sighs of longing.
"So Are we there yet?"
The worker nods Now Focused fully on K2 and the gun his Holding.
Worker-Synopses-Clanten: oh yeah! Do u hear those screams of bullets. And impacts of the stones and metals.
The distance shortened, an entrance with a broken already opened door Lingered. Flashes of light screamed in-time with what seems to be bullets firing and intertwined with gas. Rock music was the voice that welcomed. And it was like a presentation of What Street Misfits would be doing. All in a pulse. And for K2 It was like a trance to another environment.
worker synopses Clanten: We are here, Feel the atmosphere. And just have a good time shooting. Wether you are good at it or not, Heh!
The Green-Orange veil within was a sporty aroma. A swamp of brutal colours. A Unusual liberated spot for target practice for customers. A parallel both thrilling and toxic.
K2 felt the spark of anticipation , and a strange feeling of Thrill and fear with each beat of the Music.
"Okeeey! this is gonna be something."