Lovino Vargas
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The Government, the Resistance... they're all the same shitheads in the end, can't trust either.
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 3, 2012 10:41:57 GMT -4
Glancing first at the hastily scribbled on paper and then his expensive(and stolen) watch, Lovino stood in front of the old antiques shop and looking a bit out of place in his expensively simple clothes and sleek sunglasses. Before he could enter the store, though, a trio of small children slammed into him, knocking the normally impressive Italian to the ground. They didn't pause, and while it was petty he couldn't help but chuck a rock at each of them, infinitely amused when he nailed each of them on some body part. "Stupid fucking brats, don't have a shred of decency... Deserve the damn cane, goddammit..." He hissed to himself, pushing himself to his feet and beginning to brush off his perfectly tailored dark jeans. Once the Italian was dirt-free he straightened out the slightly large v-neck, button down knit sweater and opened the door to the shop. Hopefully his contact was right and the place had what he was looking for.
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Lovino Vargas
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The Government, the Resistance... they're all the same shitheads in the end, can't trust either.
Posts: 102
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Post by Lovino Vargas on May 12, 2012 6:42:41 GMT -4
Adjusting his sunglasses a bit so that he could still see in the darker shop without having to take them off, Lovino was just about to start perusing the shelves when the attendant's voice caught his attention. The voice sounded odd, with this weird lilt of forced friendliness with an undertone of irritation. Turning his head to one side to give his full attention to the worker, he spotted the dustpan, broom, and the broken pieces of something littering the floor. "Damn brats knock something over and not pay?" He asked instead, frowning a bit as he walked over and picked up one of the pieces of porcelain. It wasn't the finest that he'd ever seen, but after the War that had sent everything to shit it was hard to find any decent porcelain. The pattern had been pretty too, what a shame. Maybe he should offer to pay for the damn thing, it looked like it would've been worth a couple hundred dollars, and if the state of the building was to go by the shop owner could use the profit.
Shaking his head, he set the sharply broken piece back down in the dustpan and stood up. "Anyway, si, I was actually sent here by a friend of mine for something. He said you'd have it, but I didn't think anyone had this kind of shit anymore." Pulling out the paper from his back pocket, the brunette peered at it one last time before handing the list over to the shopkeep. "He says he wants whatever vintage guns that you have, but he's specifically looking for the stuff on that list. The most important one was the... oh what the hell was it called... the Merwin Hulbert and Company medium frame double action revolver?" Lovino repeated dubiously, not entirely sure anyone had those anymore. "While I'm personally just looking for some old kerosene lamps and either a vase or some serving dishes. Y'have anything in mind?"
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