Post by Hino Yojin on Aug 27, 2018 19:48:56 GMT -4
A new shop had opened on the edge of the Kabukicho district, nestled in grey border where Toyko’s best-known hive and scum of villainy began to blend into the rest of the city. It wasn’t much to look at--a crumbling, abandoned auto garage, lurking in the shadow of a larger scrapyard. Peeling paint above the shop read “Upatau Chop Shop” in Katakana, while atop the building, newer, yellow neon sign read “The Scrapcave” in English.
Recently, a number of advertisements, both in paper form, and on multiple online forums had shown up all a variation on the following message:
“Need a quick costume patch-up, quick fix, new look, or a new combat edge? Stop by The Scrapcave--fast, discrete work, flexible pricing. Open 8pm-Midnight, Wednesday-Saturday, Kabukicho District.”
Inside the garage, Hino Yojin, UA-first-year and recent transfer student had just finished preparing for his “grand opening.” He’d spent every waking moment outside classes for the past week on this--filling the garage with wire costume dummies, dumpster diving outside UA for costume scraps, and searching every junkyard in the city for anything that could be slightly useful. He had a sewing machine, a welding-safe workbench, he’d repaired the old lift and engine hoist from the prior owners. He’d done everything he could think of to be ready.
It still seemed kinda pathetic. Anyone who came to him had to be really fucking desperate. Then again, so was he.
Yojin reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and started to smoke, staring at the closed door to the shop for few moments, silent. Finally, he spat out the butt, grinding it under his boot, and flipped down visor of his welding helmet, then walked over, and pulled the chain to open the garage door.
It was time to see if he’d get any customers.
Recently, a number of advertisements, both in paper form, and on multiple online forums had shown up all a variation on the following message:
“Need a quick costume patch-up, quick fix, new look, or a new combat edge? Stop by The Scrapcave--fast, discrete work, flexible pricing. Open 8pm-Midnight, Wednesday-Saturday, Kabukicho District.”
Inside the garage, Hino Yojin, UA-first-year and recent transfer student had just finished preparing for his “grand opening.” He’d spent every waking moment outside classes for the past week on this--filling the garage with wire costume dummies, dumpster diving outside UA for costume scraps, and searching every junkyard in the city for anything that could be slightly useful. He had a sewing machine, a welding-safe workbench, he’d repaired the old lift and engine hoist from the prior owners. He’d done everything he could think of to be ready.
It still seemed kinda pathetic. Anyone who came to him had to be really fucking desperate. Then again, so was he.
Yojin reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and started to smoke, staring at the closed door to the shop for few moments, silent. Finally, he spat out the butt, grinding it under his boot, and flipped down visor of his welding helmet, then walked over, and pulled the chain to open the garage door.
It was time to see if he’d get any customers.
