Cyberpunk City

Session 004 - RP

Cybershades

YOU WANT CYBERSHADES!?”

Jh01

The old man’s shop was ice cold. Everywhere I looked had various synthetic eyes, glasses, sunglasses, and anything else ocular related.

“Uh, no thanks old man. I’m just hiding in here for a minute.”

The old man stopped smiling. He spoke:

OHHHHH. You no want Cybershades, you must want NEW EYES THEN!? I HAVE PLENTY OF EYES FOR YOU!”

“No no I don’t want anything!”

I was starting to get antsy. Thee was no way to tell what those goons wanted without most likely getting my face pounded in. I can always tell which goons are the talking type from the ones who speak with their fists, and these two definitely looked like they enjoy fisting. The old man began to rummage around the store pulling out various eyes and glasses while mumbling to himself. As I peaked out of the shop’s burlap blanket doubling as a door I noticed the two goons talking to a storekeeper who was pointing in my direction. I reached into my pocket and realizes I forgot my gun AGAIN…Shit.

“Maybe you want eyes as GIFT FOR FRIEND!? PERFECT FOR ANNIVERSARY OR BIRTHDAY!!”

“NO! Look, put your crazy eyes away and do me a favor. There are some goons out there most likely jacked up with hardware who are gunnin’ for my ass and I need your help! Do you own a gun I could buy from you or could you just hide me in the back for awhile!?”

The man’s face was no longer smiling and he got a serious look on his face:

Jh

“You buy Cybershades 3000 and I give you gun and place to hide.”

“Shit you don’t mess around.”

I pulled out a depressing amount of credits.

“This is all I got.”

THEN YOU GOT NOTHING!!! FUKYU!!! NOTHING!!!!”

I pulled out a vial of Delerium.

“And I got one of these.”

The old man’s eyes widened. He smiled and snatched up my remaining Credits and the vial while tossing me an old Flechette revolver with the BlueSun logo on it and the Cybershades 3000.

YOU GO THROUGH BACK! I GO IMMEDIATELY GET HIGH!!!!”

The old man consumed the vial and went around the room touching his fake eyes and singing to himself. I put the revolver in my pocket and went out the back door. As I ran through the back alley I heard cackling laughter behind me over the sounds of gunfire. Now I had no money to buy Delerium form Asimov, those goons probably just fragged that crazy old dude, and all I have to show for it are these stupid sunglasses. I ran out into the street and put the glasses on to shield my hung-over eyes from the sun.


originally sent 3.16.2012 @ 10:45PM – -RP-

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