Post by Pedro Jaime Salcedo on Feb 8, 2014 23:10:31 GMT -5
Pedro had found himself with a wallet full of cash and a sweet tooth that need appeasing. The dark haired man had searched through the house for something sweet to snack on. There was nothing, no snack, nothing sweet, no nice candy. Having six teenagers in the house meant that food was gone quick. Almost every week was grocery week because feeding for seven wasn't easy. It also didn't help that 90% of the people in his house hold being teenagers with black holes for stomachs. So for Pedro it was almost impossible to fill them. That left him last to eat anything in the house because he knew some kind of moderation. So for him he didn't need much as he ate much less then them, so for him it wasn't a horrible thing.
The Hispanic mans tooth went unheeded for so long that it began to hurt. It wasn't a physical pain but more or less a pain caused by the mental need for sweets. Pedro's craving had pained him long enough that he needed to get his own personal stash that his vacuum stomached children wouldn't find it. This candy stash was going to be his mermans treasure. Though it wouldn't be under the water or anything, probably just in his dresser drawer or under his bed. Pedro quickly picked up his things and decided to talk to the candy store. It wasn't to far away from his home, just a few blocks luckily. So whistling to himself with a smile on his face in nothing more then casual comfortable cloths. These cloths were nothing special, just sweat pants and a t-shirt. The t-shirt wasn't anything special, just white, and the sleeves covering half his upper arm tattoos.
After only about a fifteen minute walk he arrived at the candy store. It was a cute little candy store, bright pastel colours all over the place, all sorts of candies in the windows. Hard candies, soft candies, taffee, gummies, gum, all of it. With his dark brown eyes lighting up like a puppy he walked in. His eyes wondrous like the European explorers. They stared at each and every enriched substance. The swirls, locos, and shiny wrappers all over the place. Pedro's body moved by itself examining the candy produce like it was gold. Pedro reached out and grabbed one of the plastic bags and slowly started to fill it with the candies that caught his eye. Apparently he was so deep in his own world that he accidentally bumped someone, “ Lo siento,” he apologized in his native tongue.
Elphias Kinlan