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Post by Owen Bailey on Dec 12, 2010 2:06:10 GMT -5
He tried to blend in as much as possible, and sometimes it was simpler than others. he wore a suit he picked up at a local thift shop, it looked alright, but clearly had the air of used to it. His hair was brushed flat and he had a pair of glasses with no prescription glass in it. When he first entered the store he gave a small nod to the shop keeper but didn't speak. It was a role he had played before in his numerous cons. If you were loud and flashy, people payed attention, but if you were simple quiet, and shy people over looked you, they thought thye had power over you...and that's when they dropped thier guard.
Botom line,Nobody noticed the quiet nerdy lookoing guy in a bookshop. Simple, but hey he would take it, especially for his task today. Nothing overly nefarious, ut it definitly required some discresion, seeing as he didn't know the supernatural "climate" so to speak around here. He was looking for a compendium of various mystical artifacts.
In this past time, he was stuck in Miami thanks to those damn visions, he had picked upa few items of value. Now he was trying to locate them, to see how much history or magiucal potent they carried.
He had not exactly been a master of the supernatural market, so he needed to do a little research before. Especially if he was going to get top dollar for it.
The bell to the shop rang, and Owen casually looked up with mild interest.
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