silence kills | open | luke
Thock, thock, thwack!
Thock, thock, thwack!
Luke stood back and admired his work of art that he managed to get everywhere he could in Town Square.
Yes…it was perfect. Who wouldn’t be attracted to such an eye-catching advertisement. He gave a toothy grin. Yeah, yeah– sure, there was soda stains on all a few of them but he thought it gave it more charm! Spunk! His mind was buzzing with exhilaration at all the new events that were unfolding in his life currently. First, the new apartment. Then, breaking in the new shop later. Whatever happened next would have to try extremely hard to top all of that!
Dusting his hands off and removing the spare nails from his mouth into his pocket, Luke started to whistle as he found himself strolling out of his current location.
Coming from the hustle and bustle of city life was almost like an ice bath when moving to Orchid Valley. It was sooooooooooo quiet in the small amount of time he had been here. Too quiet. Annoyingly quiet. He was desperate for some entertainment before he started working on his shop (which felt like MILES from where he was now). The grin he was wearing so proudly before turned into a limp smirk. Where the hell was everyone in this town..? He didn’t even see anyone when he was bringing in his stuff to the new apartment with his Pops yesterday. Maybe one or two that stayed out of his line of sight long enough for him to notice (and when he did it was too late) but…still. It was way too strange for his taste. He needed his communication!!!
His eyes started to be more alert to his surroundings. Maybe…just maybe…he’d be able to find someone if he payed more attention. Far off he could see some empty buildings here and there, maybe a handful of them that could actually be open? It was hard to tell.
“Something’s gotta be open..! I can’t be the only one living here..”
Speaking too soon, he saw someone. Small little splotch in his peripheral vision but it most definitely was a person!! Immediately, he sprinted over to the unknown splotch,shouting out a jumbled up greeting as he did so.
“HIMYNAMEISLUKEANDIT’SVERYNICETOMEETYOOOOO—”
Perhaps the low amount of human contact the past day or two made him a bit too excited and disoriented? Either way, he failed to notice the state of his untied shoelaces and tripped over his own two feet. He laid there, bewildered– arm still sticking upwards for the anticipation of a handshake.
“–ouuuu…”